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One villager pointed out bluntly: "All the masters in the world are in the same group. You don't imagine that your master Russell can help your father get away with this, do you?"

Everyone would make sarcastic remarks before it happened to them. Mark felt that he would feel the same if it was not his father who was on trial.

But when the time came, Mark didn't know what else to hope for except hoping for a miracle and hoping that Mr. Russell would do justice. Should he hope for a Lord who would test the poor with endless suffering?

So Mark gritted his teeth and stubbornly stood between the villagers and the boat.

The looks in the villagers' eyes made Mark feel unfamiliar. It was completely different from how they squeezed out their few belongings during the day and ran home to visit their father.

The friendliness of the afternoon seemed like a mere dream.

At that time, the whole village was still a community, and everyone was friendly and helpful. However, after the sun went down, Mark, who blocked the boat, had become their enemy.

"Maybe there are demons on that ship! We are on board to search for demons! We can also report it to the Church and the Knights Templar!" the bell ringer shouted.

With such a politically correct slogan, the villagers finally rushed forward, as if they had forgotten that they were the ones who made fun of the bell ringer's words during the day.

Mark was pushed into the water. He choked on the water and struggled to sit up, still trying in vain to stop the villagers from climbing up the gangway to the Cornflower.

The first villager jumped onto the deck with a fanatical look on his face.

A loud bang resounded through the sky.

That was the warning magic set by Rosalyn, and only the loud sound was retained.

The thunderous roar scared the villagers so much that they pissed their pants. The gangway was filled with debris like dumplings falling into the water. The villagers turned around and ran away in panic, and then all fell into the sea with a splash.

The few remaining brave ones were thrown off the boat by the metal puppets brought by Rosaline - thanks to the metal puppets who judged these unarmed villagers to be worthless and did not kill them.

When Russell and his party hurriedly arrived, the ocean was boiling.

Half of the people were so frightened that they had already fled back home trembling, while the other half were choked to death and were caught by Russell before they could even escape back home.

Russell learned the whole story from Mark and became furious.

He pulled out all the wet ones and those who had fled home and were hiding under their covers, and said sternly: "Listen carefully, if any of you dare to touch this boat again, you will be like that bell!"

After saying that, a sword energy that was almost entirely yellow flew towards the church bell tower.

The huge bronze bell was cut into two pieces and fell from the bell tower, and the roar could not be stopped for a long time.

Russell didn't expect that the first sword he made was not used to kill demons, but to warn the villagers. He looked at the villagers' trembling faces and felt bored. He waved his hand and asked them to disperse.

The villagers, as if they had been pardoned, left with many thanks verbally, but their eyes were filled with fear. Only the bell ringer had a look of panic and resentment in his eyes, but Russell was too lazy to pay attention to these small characters.

Mark wanted to talk to Russell awkwardly, but he couldn't muster up the courage, and finally left quietly.

"Next time we leave the ship, let's just send a few mechanical puppets on patrol." Russell said unhappily, "No, let's just let them patrol now."

Russell realized that deterrence should often be made apparent and not always hidden.

If there were a few metal golems dangling on the deck, these cowardly and ignorant villagers would never have the audacity to set their sights on the Cornflower.

On the way back to Heinrich's manor, Rosalyn could no longer bear it and fell asleep on Russell's back.

Francine was in Margaret's arms and was in a very unhappy mood.

"So, I'll make a body for you sooner rather than later. Next time you encounter this kind of situation, you can carry your sister on your back instead of just watching her being carried by me, right?" Russell deliberately instigated.

"Hmph, that's how it should be! I want to carry my sister on my back! I won't let you touch my sister!" Francine was fooled and said angrily.

Russell pursed his lips to hide his smug smile.

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104 Coercion

Mark returned home in a depressed mood, feeling very regretful about his lack of courage.

He didn't know whether his performance was successful in Russell's eyes, and he didn't know whether Russell regarded him as an accomplice of the villagers who tried to rob the ship.

Although Mr. Russell was very scary in his rage, I still had to explain the situation to him and not give up any hope of saving my father for fear of angering him.

Mark finally made up his mind and ran out of the house. He was out of breath, but he ran all the way to the gate of Heinrich's manor and still couldn't catch up with Russell.

Looking at the dark and silent manor at night, Mark bit his lip.

It was already late, and even the dogs at Heinrich's estate, usually barking loudly, were silent. It was too late to disturb Master Russell; he would surely be angry...

No, I won't go home. I'll wait at the door until first light in the morning, and then I'll go to Master Russell and talk things over.

Mark had no idea that he could get up after dawn, so he leaned against the gate of the manor and fell asleep in a daze, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Although the barking of dogs in the early morning woke Mark up, contrary to his wishes, none of the servants of the Heinrich family were willing to ask Russell to see him.

The servants had not participated in the ship robbery last night and knew nothing about what had happened. However, Mark was, after all, the son of old Ernst, and in their eyes, old Ernst was the murderer of Master Adrian Heinrich.

Although many people had no feelings for their lord, and some even privately applauded Adrian Heinrich's death - just like the employees happily celebrating the death of a boss who was particularly harsh on his subordinates - no one was willing to ask Russell to see Mark.

The servants also didn't think that a master like Russell would be happy to meet Mark, a boy who was so poor that he didn't even have a complete pair of straw sandals. No one wanted to be rejected.

Mark was so anxious that he ran around in circles, but he kept hitting a wall until a groom couldn't stand it anymore - in the entire Heinrich estate, he was most familiar with the old cattle herder Ernst.

"Silly boy, you will certainly not succeed in asking to see Master Russell like this." The old groom put his arm around Mark's shoulders, took him to a bare tree, and whispered.

"Then, how can we meet Master Russell?"

"Alas, old Ernst didn't tell you how to serve these noble lords," the old groom spat. "Listen, these lords only like people who are useful or interesting. Looking at your silly appearance, you can't expect to be interesting. You should think about how to be useful to Master Russell."

It's useful, it's useful... Last night I was only a hindrance...

"Ah! I remember now. Master Russell came to Meldorf to ask for directions. He wanted to know Kan, Kan, Kansno? Kannos? Or somewhere else... He wanted to know how to get there!" Mark suddenly remembered the scene of Russell asking them for directions yesterday morning.

Mark suddenly realized what was going on and slapped his forehead, then stared at the old groom.

In Mark's eyes, the most knowledgeable person in the whole of Meldorf, apart from the late parish priest Klaus and the occasional traveling merchants, was the old groom in front of him who followed Adrian Heinrich around the country.

"Don't look at me like that, silly boy, I don't know the place you are talking about." The old groom sighed, extinguishing Mark's hopes.

Mark still didn't believe it: "How could that be? You are Master Adrian's groom."

"I was chosen by Master Adrian only after the Great Retreat. His former grooms had all died in battle, so he chose me. I was still young at the time, and I wanted nothing more than to follow the knights and fight demons back west of the River Labem. I hadn't fought in many battles, nor had I traveled much. The farthest I'd ever traveled was to escort Master Adrian to banquets and salons in Gritzburg."

The old groom told everything.

Looking at the disappointed Mark, the old groom couldn't help but point to the distant mountains that had just emerged from the morning light.

"Well, boy, if you really want to find out about places farther away, try your luck in the mountains. There are many hunters there who have fled from the east of the Labe River. It seems some of them even enlisted as soldiers before the Great Retreat!"

The stubborn Mark has now completely equated finding out information for Russell with saving his father.

So Mark left with many thanks. He looked at the mountains in the east, gritted his teeth, and regardless of the pain and fatigue, he just ran away without going home or visiting his father.

His father, old Ernst, was seriously injured and is still running a high fever and confused. He will not be tried for a while.

So Russell had nothing to do, so he decided to keep his promise and go to Elda early in the morning to ask her to buy the cow and her calf.

"Mr. Russell, the young lady is meeting a guest and welcoming the new parish priest, Mr. Berthold. Please wait a moment." Elda's trusted maid, who was waiting outside the door, bowed and said.

Russell nodded, understanding that the church and the local nobles always had to collude to exploit... no, to unite to manage the villagers. So, Russell stopped with a smile.

Thanks to the flames that had enhanced his hearing and vision, Russell soon heard a man's voice from afar in the reception room: "Miss Heinrich, you don't want others to know that you and your uncle are having an affair, do you?"

Wow, this is pretty exciting.

Russell glanced at the maid without changing his expression, but the maid looked confused, obviously not knowing what was being discussed in the reception room. However, he listened even more attentively.

"I don't understand what you are talking about, Father Berthold," said Elda coldly.

"You don't really think that the affair between you and your uncle is so secret that no one knows about it, do you? Father Claus is an old friend of mine. After he discovered something strange, he wrote to me, and then he was called by the Lord. Tell me, how could it be such a coincidence?" Father Berthold's voice was gloomy.

Elda clearly still wasn't buying it: "You're using a great soul who has passed away to slander another great soul who has passed away, Father Berthold."

Father Berthold paid no attention to Elda's explanation. He continued, "What's even more coincidental is that your uncle was also called by the Lord a few days later. Don't you understand, Elda Heinrich?"

"I am deeply saddened that Meldorf has lost two respected elders in a row within a few days." Elda was still speaking in official language.

"Do you know the Inquisition, Miss Elda?" Father Berthold asked in a pretentious manner.

Without waiting for Elda's reply, he began pacing, speaking to himself, "The Inquisition will send all heretics and unbelievers to the stake, because most of them are the incarnation of the devil, and only the raging fire can burn away the evil within them. Among them, witches who know how to deceive people are particularly evil. What do you think, Elda?"

Father Berthold looked confident of victory, and each time he addressed Elda he became more and more intimate.

Elda remained silent.

Father Berthold then delivered the final blow: "By the way, let me introduce myself. I am an inquisitor from the Inquisition, an authority on identifying witches, my dear Elda."

General.

It was obvious that it did not matter whether there was any affair between Elda and her uncle; what mattered was that Father Berthold could make it come true.

Then Russell clearly heard Elda's breathing become rapid, and her voice was no longer as cold as before, but became enchanting and charming.

Elda said delicately, "Lord Berthold, cooperating with the church to govern the people is the duty of our local lord. I will not refuse any cooperation you require."

Goodness, I didn't expect that you nobles and the church were so colluding with each other.

Although Russell had no interest in Elda or in the affair between Elda and Father Berthold, he was even less interested in listening to live sex performances. He would rather have had some free time with Margaret or Rosaline.

Russell is also anxious to fulfill his promise to Bald the Cow.

So Russell shouted, "Hey! Is this how you ladies treat your guests? I'm not a good-tempered person. I'm going to force my way in!"

While shouting, Russell strode towards the reception room.

"Hey, wait a minute! Sir, Sir Russell!" The maid was frightened and hurriedly chased after him.

105 plan

When Russell rushed in, Elda was smoothing out her wrinkled clothes, looking as if nothing had happened.

Father Berthold, who looked to be only in his thirties, had a rather ugly expression on his face. His face flushed red and he looked like he was about to get angry at any moment.

Russell was not surprised by this. A man whose good thing was interrupted would naturally not be in a good mood.

However, as soon as Russell entered the room, Father Berthold berated him: "Are you the Russell? You were the one who had the audacity to smash the church's sacred bronze bell last night? You are blaspheming!"

"I heard you came from the sea? Don't you know that the church has banned going to sea?"

"Hmph, I think you're a spy sent by the devil! For committing such a blasphemous act, you'll be burned at the stake!"

Berthold's words were quite arrogant. He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowed his eyes, and waited for the young man in front of him who had ruined his plans to kneel down, hug his thighs and beg for his forgiveness, crying bitterly.

Berthold was already accustomed to this kind of thing. Except in Gritzburg, as long as the name of the Inquisition was revealed, he would almost always be successful.

The nobles, who had been turned into pigs by the existing system, had no courage to resist the Inquisition.

Humph, the young man who rang the bell said that this Russell brought two beautiful women...

The parish priest Berthold began to fantasize beautifully.

It was Russell's drawn sword that woke Berthold from his fantasy.

Wait, whose young man is so ignorant? He dares to draw his sword against the Inquisition?

Berthold's first reaction was not even horror, but surprise.

However, the surprise of the newly appointed parish priest only lasted for a moment, because he was immediately horrified to find that his upper and lower bodies had been separated.

Russell cut him in two.

What? How dare he? Is he really evil...

This was the last thought in the mind of the shocked and angry parish priest Berthold.

Russell, who had been full of anger yesterday, finally met a guy early this morning who he could chop without any psychological burden - Russell always felt a little reluctant to chop those numb and ignorant villagers.

Looking at the parish priest who was cut into two pieces, Russell finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Humph, you scoundrel."

Russell shook his head and put the sword back into the scabbard at his waist.

Then he turned to look at Elda, whose face was pale, and the maid who had even begun to retch.

Russell sighed, "Alas, the church's new parish priest is so slow in taking up his new position. Why hasn't he arrived in Meldorf yet? As the lord, would you mind writing a letter to urge him to do so, Miss Heinrich?"

"Yes, I will write the letter right away, Mr. Russell." Elda calmed herself down and forced a smile.

"Oh, by the way, I came to visit you because I want to buy a cow and its calf from you..."