Chapter 808 Harvest Pastor Olga

After changing into coarse clothes, Weilin and Kyle entered the town of Milihua.

The whole town looked dilapidated, and people were walking in a hurry, rushing to somewhere.

There are few shops on both sides of the street.

A short and thin businessman looked at the sky and saw that there was no business, so he moved his stall and walked into the store.

Weilin came to the stall, picked up a red and green fruit, and asked in his native accent: "Boss, I want to ask you something."

The short and thin merchant looked the two men up and down and answered irrelevantly, "Ten copper coins and three pounds."

"Three pounds."

Weilin pretended to take out ten copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the short and thin merchant, while motioning Kyle to pick some fruit.

After the short and thin merchant took the copper coin, he came to the side, moved a stall, and whispered: "At noon today, the Harvest Church will execute the rebels in the town square, and everyone went to join in the fun."

"Thank you for letting me know, boss."

"fine."

After calmly accepting Weilin's thanks, the short and thin merchant carried the shelf into the store.

On the other side, Kyle selected the fruits and handed them to the merchant for weighing.

Entering the store, the merchant looked at the weight on the scale, his eyelids jumped, and he turned his back to the two of them, put his hand on the wooden cork, moved it slightly, and looked at the data on it again, shock in his eyes.

"What did you do? That man looked surprised." Weilin put down the fruit in his hand and asked curiously in the common language.

"Nothing, just a little spell." Kyle put his hands behind his back, watching the short and thin businessman's small movements, and said calmly.

After a while, the short and thin merchant walked out of the shop, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and handed the fruit to Kyle respectfully, no longer as relaxed as before.

"Looking at your expression, is there something wrong with this fruit?"

"No, no, it's just that the store is a bit stuffy, and I was just moving the shelves, so I couldn't stop sweating." The short and thin businessman had a flattering smile on his face and wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes.

Seeing the other party's guilty look, coupled with Kyle's half-smile, Weilin seemed to understand something, and without further questioning, he walked towards the town square.

Watching the two people leave, the short and thin businessman felt that he almost went swimming in the River Styx, and he must never do that again.

On the cobblestone road, Weilin took out a plump fruit from the cloth bag and took a bite. It was a very ordinary fruit, but it tasted good.

"What kind of magic did you use just now?"

"Mass Constancy Technique."

Kyle took out a piece of fruit, took a bite, and answered.

"It seems that guy won't dare to do that again."

"Maybe."

Kyle wasn't sure either, but this guy definitely didn't dare to change his name recently.

With the curiosity to eat melons, Weilin quickly came to the town square and used a little trick to squeeze to the front.

In the center of the Milihua Town Square, more than 30 guards stood around, responsible for vigilance.

Four executioners with bare upper bodies stood beside the tree stump and stretched their bodies. For ordinary people like them, chopping off the heads of professionals was a physically demanding job.

Next to the execution platform, three crosses had been erected, and many coolies were carrying firewood and piling it up.

"Who would have thought that the nobles who were once so high and mighty would be executed in public today."

Hearing the gloating voice, Weilin pricked up his ears, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Don't say that. Baron Lawrence was a good person in the past. At least he forgave the town's debts several times." A middle-aged man with a sad look on his face retorted.

"Haha, I bought you off with just a few small favors."

"you……"

"Stop talking, or you'll be labeled a heretic."

The middle-aged man's companion covered his mouth to avoid giving him excuses that would bring disaster to his entire family.

After calming down, the middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat.

There is nothing wrong in telling the truth, but if you impulsively say something attacking the church, then you are really done for.

Weilin curled his lips as he didn't hear any key information. It seemed that the missionary methods of the Harvest Church were not very good, and they didn't know as much as an outsider like him.

Or maybe the pastor of the Harvest Church who was preaching in Milihua Town was just a fool who relied on his connections to get to the top. At least that's what Weilin thought now.

After waiting for a while, Weilin saw someone sitting on the floor. He followed suit and sat on the floor, waiting for noon to arrive.

"Come on."

Listening to the common language with an accent, Weilin turned his head and saw dozens of prisoners being escorted from a distance by soldiers. From the elderly who had difficulty walking to the young men covered in wounds, there was determination in their eyes without a trace of fear.

Under the gaze of the crowd, two middle-aged men and a young man were tied to the cross, and the remaining pagans were taken to the execution platform in batches.

A graceful woman in a priest's robe appeared in the town square, exuding a mid-level gold aura that was quite surprising.

Behind him followed two young Six Seal Knights, with green hair and pointed ears, undoubtedly woodland men.

"My humble servant greets Pastor Olga." The local sheriff ran up to Pastor Olga and said humbly with a flattering smile on his face.

"Sheriff Mecca, let's begin."

Olga glanced at it indifferently, came to sit on the top, and gave orders.

"Yes, my lord."

The sheriff bowed his head, turned around and gave the order for the execution.

The executioner standing on the execution platform raised the huge axe and chopped down with force.

Blood splattered everywhere. Seeing that only one-third of the pagan's neck was cut off and he was wailing in pain, the townspeople present were terrified and turned their heads away, not daring to watch anymore.

"Go up and hold them down."

Upon hearing the order, the twelve soldiers laid down their weapons, came to the execution platform, and pressed the pagan, whose body was twisted on the ground, onto the execution platform.

After the fourth axe was struck, the first batch of prisoners were executed.

A group of soldiers came forward and dragged the bodies to the foot of the cross, preparing to use them as fuel. As for the pagans' heads, they were pierced with special iron tools and inserted on the west side of the town square as a warning.

At this moment, Weilin shifted his gaze to the mid-level gold harvest priest.

Her thighs were clearly exposed, but her upper body was dressed very conservatively, making it difficult to tell what kind of person she was.

Feeling the strange gaze, Olga tilted his head and saw a black-haired young man staring at him intently, without any shyness at all.

He frowned and sensed slightly, but found that he could not see through the other person.

"Let's talk."

A cold voice rang in his ears. Weilin looked away, pretending to be stupid and ignoring the other party.

"hehe"