Chavez had a dream.

The little yellow daisy bloomed all over the ground, and among the flying petals, he saw a familiar figure.

"Leya?"

Although she has an ordinary face, her quiet temperament is something that other women in the village cannot imitate, so Chavez can recognize it at a glance.

The person who turned his back did not answer or turned around.

The old man staggered and stopped, and his weathered face felt guilty.

In order to protect the village, he had to make up his mind. During the days when he was alienated by the villagers, there was no curse coming from the simple tree house, only a sigh of regret.

Chavez stood secretly under the tree at Leah's house several times, listening to her moaning in pain and murmuring in missing her son. She wanted to help her several times, but was stopped by her family and other villagers.

It is our selfishness that harms you. Now, do you want to retaliate against the villagers like Victor?

The figure standing like a ghost on the ruins of the village left indelible traces in Chavez's heart.

As if he heard his heart's voice, the woman with her back turned finally turned around.

The long-term sick and pale skin turned into a dark brown color like a water-deficient old tree bark, wrinkled like a piece of ragged rag that was twisted into strips.

Chavez took a few steps back in horror. What appeared in his sight was no longer the gentle smile of the past, nor the sorrow that could not be dissolved. This face was more shocking than any monster in the forest. Beige pus flowed out from the eye sockets, the corners of the mouth, the nostrils... anywhere with holes, and occasionally a few maggots drilled in and out, which was very disgusting.

"Murder..." The thin finger slowly raised and pointed at Chavez.

"No...I don't..." The old village chief was extremely frightened.

"You are the same as the killer..."

The voices that were far and near suddenly exploded in his ears, which made Chavez's gallbladder break, and he could only stutter and defend himself.

"No...we are just... forced to do so...I don't want to..."

"Murderer!" The rotten corpse approached step by step, stretched out its thin hands, and pinched Chavez's neck tightly.

"Forgive me...Lea..." Chavez, who could not break free, forgot that he was dreaming. He shouted loudly, swinging his limbs desperately, trying to get rid of the entanglement of nightmare.

"Village Chief! What's wrong with you?"

Chavez, who was sleeping with a blanket wrapped around the bonfire, was caught in a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself. His murmuring first alarmed Kapa, ​​who was vigilant on the side, and then woke up some villagers who were very close.

"Wake up, father!" William shook his father gently, but could not wake him up.

"I'll do it..." The alert Lucien also heard Chavez's murmur. He walked to the village chief and found that the evil aura he had just dispelled was rekindled again, and it was stronger than before.

"Your guarantee is not credible at all!" After realizing this situation, Lucien's tone disappeared from its original kindness. His slightly annoying tone made the surrounding villagers and the candidates who were joining in the fun confused.

[I have never tampered with him. This old man was entangled with resentful spirits. How could he blame me for his head?] The dark robe as dark as night appeared quietly by the bonfire, scaring the nearby villagers to hide.

"Victor!"

William could no longer help it, and was about to step forward to grab the lich's clothes. Capa hurriedly hugged him from behind to stop the village chief's son from his reckless behavior. At the same time, he also stared at Victor cautiously to prevent him from taking any action against William.

[I don't remember being familiar with you so much that I can call you by your name. Please call me Wood, the youngest son of the Lloyd family.] Squinted his eyes and expressionless statement surprised everyone a lot.

Although Victor was taciturn in the past, his words were far less sharp and vicious than they are now.

"Stop quarrel! Don't forget that this old man needs rest."

The rebuke was on Victor on the surface, but everyone present understood that the impulsive William was the object of Lucien's rebuke.

"Hmph... you won't be arrogant for a long time." The young man who would go to Mivira Town to exchange fur from time to time let go of his hand unwillingly: "You illegitimate son without a father, let's take a look!"

Victor made a simple sound with his nostrils, despising the threats made by human men to himself.

"You promised me not to cause trouble." Lucien covered his forehead and resisted the idea of ​​drawing his sword to split the man who had just been brother for two days in half.

[What I promised will naturally abide by. As for Chavez...what he did to be entangled by evil spirits, it is time to ask these indignant villagers. He took it upon himself and could not blame others.] After glanced at the villagers who were surrounding him, Victor's unshirkable words made Cappa interrupt quickly.

"Well... Knight, the village chief is just overworked." He approached Lucien, and the hunter, who was more mature in both age and thought, explained the reason to him: "A few days ago, the village was accidentally burned down by a fire. The village chief was worried about the villagers, so..."

Lucien's eyes circled around the restrained Cappa's face, and then scattered onto the surrounding villagers. More or less, they had unconcealed anger and deep fear in their eyes.

"Tomorrow's hunting..." The dispute between Victor and these villagers was not something he could do, just outsiders, and Lucien was worried that this exam would be affected.

"Don't worry, even if the village chief is not in good condition, it will not affect the progress of this exam. I am responsible for guiding the candidates to catch the wolf warrior." Kapa sincerely guaranteed.

"Then I'll ask you everything." After saying a simple and polite words, Lucien's eyes turned to Victor with contempt. After receiving the hint, the lich did not stop. His figure was like the Tathagata, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Don't be impulsive, it's important to save the village." Worried that William would do something that angered Victor, Capa patiently persuaded him not to do anything randomly.

The young man who had seen Victor dislike since childhood secretly swore in his heart that he must teach this guy with his eyes on his head a lesson.

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"Don't say that the old man's nightmare has nothing to do with you, such a meaningless lie." Standing not far from the camp, Lucien stood with his hands behind his back.

"Gandel Jaladi." Appeared like a ghost, Victor only answered one name.

Turning halfway, Lucien asked with his eyes, why did he have something to do with him again?

"Gander hired Frost Wolf with the purpose of getting rid of the only disciple of the Alchemist Dean so that his unscrupulous son could become Fisher's only disciple. Although I don't understand why he made such a decision, the second-rate nobleman came to the second-rate killer. The Frost Wolf he hired was disguised by three women, fearing the reputation of the dark elves. The villagers in this village accepted the killer's request and collectively alienated my mother who had been in bed for many years, so that she starved to death."

Although he was born in aristocratic families and was used to flattery and internal struggle, Lucien, who had been in the Holy See since he was twelve, still did not agree with the practices of the villagers of Buch.

"Do you know how I lost my tongue? The old man repaired an urgent note and said that my mother was critically ill and I didn't notice it for a while. It was too late when I saw the body. Dear Lord Paladin, after hearing this reason, will you still stop me from taking small revenge against the selfish villagers?"

"What do you want?" Lucien frowned again when he heard Victor mention the word "revenge". But it would be better to massacre the entire village. Whether as the son of the Grand Duke or the Knight of the Holy See, he could not stand by.

"The crime of death can be avoided, but the crime of living can't be escaped." Victor's eyes gazing at the night sky: "I want all those who know the inside story to escape the condemnation of conscience. I want them to be unable to sleep at night and be trapped in the entanglement of nightmare and cannot escape."

"The person who really harmed your mother is Jaladi. If you want to take revenge, you should look for him." Lucien did not want to expand the area of ​​the victimization. Even if it was just a nightmare, someone would die.

"Hmph... Although the main culprit and the accomplice are of high or low in terms of guilt, they are quite good at the moral balance. Do you want me to recite the Mara Code for you?" Looking at Lucien, who was trying to excuse the villagers, Victor did not expect that he would reverse his previous decisive style and drag on the issue of right and wrong.

Lucien said nothing.

The gods are too far away, and the catastrophe has been around for thousands of years. The moral corruption of human beings who are used to comforting, and even the boundaries of good and evil have long been blurred. For example, he agreed to recognize his brother who has been labeled as the undead. Not only has the holy power not weakened, but even the light of Mara, who is a holy object, did not respond at all... Is it God's indulgence to believers, or is the original way of faith not strictly stated in the code?

He has no answer.

"Half a year left..." Lucien sighed sadly while stroking the light of Mara on his waist.

"Half a year?" Victor, who was about to leave, heard his murmur and couldn't help but have the idea of ​​asking.

"It's nothing, let's talk about it when you pass the last level." As if he was reluctant to talk more, Lucien did not continue the topic.

Suddenly, a few shrill shouts came from the direction of the camp. Lucien left Victor, who was still thinking, and rushed back alone.

Half a year...a not a long time period. What is this kid worried about? Will it be related to his strange "ideal"?

While thinking, the lich was hiding in the darkness and had no interest in what was happening in the camp.

"No! I didn't mean it..."

"Forgive me...I'm forced to do it too..."

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die..."

The terrified pleas spread in the camp, and the candidates who were awakened were crowded together, looking at the villagers who were trapped in nightmare and unable to wake up.

Except for the hunters who were responsible for night patrols, most of the Buch villagers had nightmares. The symptoms were the same as Chavez, which immediately broke the lies made by Kapa.

"Just physically discomfort?"

Lucien, who rushed back, knew at a glance that the curse that Victor said had erupted. He glared at Capa with a wry smile: "It seems that this physical discomfort disease will be contagious. When I return to St. Vasetis, I have to report this strange symptoms to the high priest in detail."
Chapter completed!