Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 95 The Noisy Lamb

Another young peasant woman chimed in:

"My husband Donnie is the same! My poor husband was fine this morning, ate a big bowl of oatmeal, and when I checked on him at noon, he was a bloody, mangled corpse! My life is so miserable!"

The crowd was shouting and yelling all at once, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

"I saw that Evan's twins from the next village were snatched away by a manticore! One claw each, and they died horribly!"

"Hey! Who are you cursing? My child is perfectly fine! You bastard!"

"...Can't I just be seeing things?!"

"I'll show you what it means to be visually impaired!"

A commotion broke out in the crowd. Seeing this, the priest quickly stepped forward, clutching the holy emblem in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"Obak... God protect us! No noise is allowed in front of the Lord's temple... Devout believers... Devout... Someone, pull them apart! What kind of behavior is this, fighting in front of the church!"

Under the old man's command, several young men separated the troublemakers, and order was restored after a while.

“Father, we are all farmers from nearby villages. We all know each other. We were born and raised here; we are all relatives and friends,” said an elderly woman, dressed simply but neatly, her voice trembling. Her voice wasn’t loud, but everyone fell silent as she spoke. “Our family members were killed by that manticore. They were honest laborers, devout believers in the Lord… They shouldn’t have died so tragically at the hands of a monster. You must give us an explanation.”

As soon as the old woman finished speaking, the farmers behind her began to chime in agreement. The crowd, which had just calmed down, started to make noise again.

Seeing that things were not going well, Father Usa coughed and said loudly:

"Obak above, let us pray for the dead: those who believe in Him will not feel fear or sorrow even when walking in the valley of shadows, for the Lord is always with me."

"The departed have eternal life; look to the stars of that night, and there lies His kingdom."

"May God protect you, may the true God bless you."

The priest offered a prayer with dramatic intonation, and some of the older believers immediately joined their hands in prayer. The younger ones, however, still had indignation on their faces, but they couldn't show it and had to swallow their anger.

Seeing that his prayers had cooled the crowd's emotions somewhat, Usha went along with it and stepped forward into the crowd.

"Believers whose family members have been murdered, please stand up."

They looked at each other, and four people came out, including a peasant woman with a child.

The others instinctively stepped back, forming a circle in the crowd to surround the priest and the victim's family.

Geb, who was watching from the sidelines, scratched his chin—"Wow, this priest's got some skills. He's obviously an old shepherd."

Separate the real parties involved from those who are stirring up trouble, so that the instigators will be embarrassed to speak up: the real victims haven't said anything, how can you be so shameless?

The priest shook hands with each of the victims, offering words of comfort and praying for their deceased family members. The scene was deeply moving, and many people shed tears.

Finally, the priest walked up to the child, knelt down, and lovingly patted the child's head.

The child, unaware of what was happening, hid behind his mother. His mother then pushed him out.

"Say hello to Father Usa, quick!"

"...Father Usain, hello..." the child stammered.

The priest asked the child his name, then taught him a few prayers, word by word, and had him repeat them.

The child stammered as he repeated it. The old priest noticed a small gadget hanging around his neck and gestured for the child to take it out and show it to him.

It is a small wooden carving of a four-legged animal with a pointed head and a body covered in armor, resembling a pangolin with strange body proportions.

"What is this, Donnie II?"

"It was...it was a gift from my father."

"Oh? What kind of animal is this? I've never seen it before." The priest smiled with a wrinkled face, which made the child feel uneasy.

"Dad said...this is a shark-lizard beast, a creature from underground."

"Where did your dad get this toy?"

"He said it was a gift from his dwarf friend..."

Before the child could finish speaking, the priest's expression suddenly changed, and he yanked the toy off the child's neck!

The child was terrified.

Father Usa, holding the wooden shark-lizard toy aloft, his face stern, shouted, enunciating each word clearly:

"See that?! Dwarfs! Those caravan guys... Even believers won't easily forgive anyone who gets involved with them!"

"Father, how can you say that..." The old woman realized something was wrong and quickly said, but the priest's impassioned speech completely drowned out her voice.

"These merchants speak no words of divinity, only of greed... Today they give you gifts, tomorrow they'll buy your soul. Preserve your souls, lambs! Otherwise you will witness the wrath of the gods!"

The victims couldn't hold back any longer. One peasant woman, her hair disheveled, shouted, "Obak, are you implying that my husband got eaten by a monster because he brought it on himself?!"

"I've said it five times already, don't get involved with caravans, it's the will of the Lord!"

Geb observed the crowd's reaction. Twenty percent of the people were convinced and loudly echoed the priest, prompting seventy percent of the crowd to nod frequently. Only a few remained noncommittal, and even fewer dared to speak out.

Some busybodies even started attacking the victims, questioning whether they had private dealings with the caravan.

"blasphemer!"

"devil!"

"Dwarf bitch!"

The little boy, who had just received special attention from the priest, hid behind his mother, but there were hideous faces all around him, and he had nowhere to escape.

Just as he was at a loss, a stone flew out from the crowd and hit the little boy on the forehead.

"oops!"

The child covered his head, and when they took it off, their hands were covered in blood.

He burst into tears. The boy's mother, seeing that her son had been wronged, had tears in her eyes and rushed into the crowd.

"You hit my child! I'll fight you to the death!"

"That dwarf bitch hit someone!"

"Obak bless! Stop it right now!" The priest hadn't expected the situation to spiral out of control so quickly and shouted immediately—but once blood was drawn, it couldn't be calmed down with just a few words.

A moment of chaos ensued.

As the scene grew increasingly chaotic, Gebu prepared to slip away—just then, a group of people arrived from the other side of the square.

Two riders came towards the square one after the other, their tall horses exuding an imposing aura.

One was a middle-aged man in a red robe and iron armor, dressed as a knight; the other was a plump, fair-skinned nobleman, with a round face, as if he had never missed a single meal since birth.

Four armored attendants followed behind, one of whom led the nobleman's horse, while the others stood around serving him.

The horse was carrying the fat man, its back hunched over, panting heavily.

"Obak above! Haven't you caused enough trouble?!" The middle-aged knight slapped the shield hanging on the side of his horse, making a sound. "In the name of the Red Baron and the Kingdom of Kane, as the sheriff of Redwood Town, I order you all to disperse immediately! Go home!"

"It's the Baron's son!" someone shouted from the crowd. Everyone looked at the chubby man.

The nobleman, feeling uncomfortable under the sun, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. Seeing this, the knight-squire who was leading his horse quickly took out a water bag, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to the nobleman's lips.

The fat man picked it up, took a sip, and then spat it out on the ground.

"I don't want water. Do you have any wine?"

The attendant quickly took the water, replaced it with another water bag, and gave the nobleman several large gulps—only then did the fat man feel better.

"Nobles... is that all?" Gebu snorted dismissively. He had thought the lord of this place was some important figure. Judging by his son's abilities, the father wasn't much better.

However, I need someone to recommend me—I might as well see what kind of good-for-nothing this guy is.

Mounted on horseback, the lord's son and the sheriff looked down at the crowd—and the people immediately became docile.

Father Usa saw the two men, took two steps forward, touched their shoulders with his hands, and performed a religious salute.

"May God protect you."

"May God bless you, Father Usa." The chubby boy nodded to the priest. He looked at the little boy with blood on his face and the disheveled peasant woman.

The peasant woman began, "Sir, my husband was..."

"I get it, I get it, it's that manticore's fault again, isn't it?"

"The Chamber of Commerce's sins are too grave, even affecting the believers of the Lord, I..." the priest added from the side, but the fat man glanced at him and slowly interrupted the old man.

"Your sermon is for the congregation to hear. Father, let's talk privately."

Having said that, he rode up as if no one else was there, and his knights and squires automatically stepped forward to make way for him. The fat man rode to the church entrance and was helped off his horse by two squires—a groove was left on the horse's back, making it look very pitiful, like a camel.

The fat man walked into the church, and the priest followed him in.

"Disperse! Hurry up!" The sheriff and his attendants who remained outside dispersed the crowd and then stood guard at the church entrance.

Geb dispersed with the crowd, found a corner to hide in, and casually summoned Big Eye, transforming it into a small titmouse. He flew in through the high window of the church to check the situation.