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Chapter 40 It's All Belmont's Fault

Chapter 40 It's All Belmont's Fault
The witcher Laruf Belmont sat down dejectedly at a table by the window, ordered a glass of ale and drank it by himself.

This seat is usually reserved for the protagonist, and it is easy to get into trouble if you sit down.

So Matthew was not in a hurry to talk to him, but just observed silently.

After observing for a while, Matthew put down his wine glass and looked back. Hey, he was also leaning against the window!
Time passed little by little.

Bosha, the ugly man at the bar whose goat was used by someone, kept bragging about his glorious experience of blinding someone with a shovel.

His cousin Cobo echoed from the side.

Laruff sat in the corner, drinking glass after glass of ale.

Until the door of the tavern was pushed open again.

"Give me a glass of ale!"

The thin man rushed into the tavern in fear.

Lying on the bar, breathing heavily.

"Peter, we were just talking about whether you saw any nice goats while riding horses recently?" Bosha came over from the side.

The thin man Peter ignored him and picked up the wine glass and drank it in big gulps.

It wasn't until he finished drinking half a bottle of ale that his emotions gradually stabilized.

shouted loudly.

"I see the Night Legion! They're sweeping the west!"

Everyone in the tavern's expression changed.

Botha's cousin Cobo asked hurriedly.

"Fuck, do you think they've reached us?"

"I think they might have skipped us. I don't know, I hope so!"

Peter was a little incoherent again.

"But I heard from a passing soldier that a group of Dark Night Legion is approaching Glaish!"

"These bastards."

The drunken Bosha said angrily.

“In the capital, in Gresham, those wealthy nobles who live in big mansions in the city are all because of them!

If they hadn't insisted on burning that damn witch to death, how could Dracula have broken in!

They all deserve to die!"

"But I heard that it was reported by a villager who was rescued by Lisa." Cobo muttered softly.

"No, there's nothing wrong with being poor, brother, we are all poor!"

Bosha angrily grabbed his cousin by the collar and spoke hysterically.

"It's all the rich people's fault. They live in mansions and have maids to serve them. They don't need to use those dirty goats!

Having money is wrong because I don't have any money! Asshole!

Vampires should kill them all!"

"You've had too much to drink, Bosha!" Cobo looked around fearfully, not wanting him to continue.

Afraid of bringing disaster to himself.

"I don't!"

The man pushed Cobo's hand away.

“Not only these noble lords, but also the Belmont family, they are the worst.

It was precisely because they studied those damn forbidden magics that they summoned evil creatures like Dracula.

We should kill them all!"

"The Belmont family should go to hell!"

This time his words were echoed by everyone.

It seems as if this family is something unforgivable.

"Shit!" A low voice came from the distant corner.

It's quite ironic.

The Castlevania World Church controls the minds of the entire continent.

Ordinary people could only serve their lords all their lives, barely ensuring food and clothing, and the illiteracy rate was terribly high.

Believe whatever the fundamental church says.

Absolute power breeds arrogance and ignorance.

By this time, the bishops even felt that the reason why dark creatures such as demons and vampires appeared in this world was because of them.

It's because Belmont and the Oracle Group are researching something that shakes people's faith - magic.

That's why the gods punished him.

As long as all those who study magic are expelled and everyone on this continent regains their firm faith, the dark creatures will naturally disappear.

The Belmont family, who had been dedicated to eliminating demons and protecting humanity, and sacrificed countless members of their clan, were defined as heretics and expelled from Wallachia.

Dracula appeared, countless cities were burned, and tens of thousands of corpses were piled up like mountains. All of this was blamed on the Belmont family, and the church that expelled them became heroes in the hearts of the people.

Power is unprecedentedly concentrated.

This is very medieval.

With everyone's response, Bosha raised his head proudly, as if he had done something extraordinary.

Looking around, when he saw Matthew in a priest's robe, his eyes suddenly lit up and he walked towards him unsteadily.

Said respectfully.

"Respected Father, do you think what I just said is correct?"

Well, he was still sitting by the window, and things came to him.

The stench of not having a bath for who knows how long mixed with the strong smell of goat hit me in the face.

Thinking of the source of the goat smell, Matthew's face darkened and he couldn't help holding his breath.

"If you ever come this close to me again, I'm going to shove your cousin's head up your ass."

The man was stunned, then immediately took a few steps back, his face full of flattery.

As the stench subsided, Matthew was finally able to breathe.

Just the first words he said silenced the tavern.

"The Belmont family is not wrong, the church is wrong."

The moment he finished speaking, Matthew could feel a sharp gaze sweeping across him.

Soon it disappeared without a trace.

"Father, do you know what you are talking about?"

Botha said in disbelief.

"The Dracula recruited by the Belmont family has caused countless deaths! And you actually defended them!

And you dare to deny the Church, this is blasphemy, you."

Having said that, the man seemed to suddenly understand something.

“I know, a priest wouldn’t say that, you must be an imposter!

Tell me, are you in cahoots with those bastards from Belmont? Are you a spy sent by the vampires? "

Upon hearing this, the villagers who had been respectful just now immediately became filled with hostility and approached this side with unfriendly expressions.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"Heh, the Belmont family has really become a pariah."

Matthew couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, Bosha, who was walking in front, was bumped on the shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw that the man in the brown coat who had been sitting there just now had come to his side at some point.

He shouted to the tavern owner in a vague voice.

"Boss, give me another glass of ale."

"Guest, you need to pay first."

"Oh."

Raluf Belmont nodded and reached into his arms.

The coat then opened, "accidentally" revealing the unique emblem printed on the inner garment.

"and many more!"

Bosha's eyes beside him suddenly became very fierce.

"What's that on your chest?"

"My shirt."

"No, it's the crest of that family. I know it, Belmont!"

“I don’t know what Belmont is, give me another drink and I’ll go, find a warm place to pee, and then go to sleep.

Go back to your goats, oh, I forgot, you're going to switch to sheep."

Laruff said nonchalantly.

After saying that, he staggered away and wanted to leave.

Botha stopped him immediately.

"No, this is all your fault. You can't leave! Belmont drove a monster, and you think you can just walk away?"

"So what do you want to do? You didn't bring your shovel today." Laruff slowly put away his indifferent expression, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"You'll sleep here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Botha raised his grimy fist and smashed it hard into the man's face.

"Oh!"

Laruff flew out in response.

(End of this chapter)

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