The red moon returns

Chapter 388 The Naughty Child Killer

After entering Novlan, Lynch realized that many of his previous ideas were wrong.

In his imagination, it was a desperate period when the gods fell. The Dark Ages of the Third Age should be similar to the barbaric age of the Second Age. It was savage, dark, bloody, and chaotic. Cultists were rampant, and the broken bodies and flesh sacrificed by evil gods could be seen everywhere. Mysterious creatures hunted living beings everywhere, and there was no order in the world.

However, after seeing the cities of the Third Age with his own eyes, Lynch finally realized that the Third Age was not as exaggerated as he had imagined.

That might have been true in the barbaric era, but by the Third Age, order had roughly taken shape. Although it was still struggling under mysterious threats, it had begun to transition from chaos to order.

The urban environment here is a bit like the Middle Ages without theocracy.

Although the buildings are crude and simple, although the streets are full of feces and the smell is unpleasant, although the people are dark-skinned, short and thin, and although people and animals live together and there are livestock everywhere...

Lynch was just about to kick a chicken that was blocking his way, but the murderous aura around him made him choose to take a detour. After all, this thing was sometimes more dangerous than the evil god.

In short, there are kingdoms, city-states, systematic laws and professional soldiers here. It is hard to imagine that this is the darkest moment before the dawn before the gods resurrect and rebuild order. Is it the restoration of order that leads to the resurrection of the gods, or is it the resurrection of the gods that gave birth to order, neighbor, can you explain it clearly?

[Yes, but you can’t. ]

'ha? ’

[It is a disaster for a mortal to try to understand these things, Lynch. You still have the soul and will of a human being. Don't be arrogant, or you will be destroyed. This is not what you call alarmist talk, but a lesson accumulated from countless examples over thousands of years.]

'Is this also considered forbidden knowledge?'

[What do you think, Lin Qi? You are discussing the most core taboo knowledge about the origin of gods with a god. It is not something that the fragile minds of mortals can bear, as long as you are still a mortal. If a god wants to destroy a mortal, he does not need to actually attack. It is enough to spread the taboo knowledge at will and stuff it into the cognition of mortals at will.]

"Hiss, the Lord of Millions of Glory..."

[So he is an evil god because he does not distinguish whether the knowledge can be accepted by humans. The real gods will not be so generous, because listening to everything will only harm you. You are in a very dangerous state now.]

"Is that why you suddenly gave so many answers? What's the danger?"

[You are trying to think about and understand forbidden knowledge. This is where the danger comes from. Don't do this. If you can't figure out the answer, you will become more and more obsessed and eventually fall into madness and despair. If you figure out the answer... believe me, you will especially miss the madness and despair before.]

'There are many theologians in the world, and I thought these questions were harmless.'

[That's because you only saw the remaining theologians who didn't explore forbidden knowledge, and...why do you think they are all normal?]

'Tsk, okay, I get it, I'll try not to think about this kind of thing, hoping that it won't be like the white polar bear that I can never get out of my mind again. I don't want to become like that crazy guy over there.'

"Novlan is on the brink of destruction, the undead scourge is about to come, and every one of you will die. Wake up, foolish creature, believe in the Lord, worship the Lord, and the Lord will keep you away from pain!"

The person who was speaking was Judy, who was translating the words of a crazy old man not far away.

It was an old man with unkempt hair and beard, ragged clothes and stains, standing on a grain pile in the city center and shouting, while the citizens coming and going below didn't even bother to look at him. Only a few naughty children surrounded him and laughed, throwing garbage on the grain pile from time to time. "Hey, it's impossible that I just met a theologian when I thought of him, no, this should be considered a prophet, he actually knew that the ghouls were coming, which main god is he talking about?"

"There are no gods in this era. He should be a believer of an Old One." Judy, who had rarely recovered from her normal state, explained, "That should be a ruler related to prophecy or time, but it's hard to tell who it is."

Lin Qi muttered thoughtfully: "Is it such a coincidence? I just thought of the Lord of Billions of Glory."

"Have you forgotten that there are no coincidences in the mysterious world? Everything that seems like a coincidence could be a sign, including the inexplicable association you made with that evil god." Officer Natalie said seriously, "Why don't we go ask him?"

"No need for now. Judging from the behavior of the people around him, this guy should be going crazy here every day. If you really need him, you can come back tomorrow."

He wasn't going to die tonight, he added inwardly with a self-deprecating tone, and led the three ladies around the barn and the naughty child.

Although this place is called a city, it is about the same size and layout as the rural towns in Lin Qi's previous life. The city center is a large open space where all the grains are gathered to dry. There is also a public mill next to it. It must be very crowded during the harvest season. However, the harvest season here is in June. It is only May now, and there are only a few piles of last year's wheat straw in the square.

But there are still quite a few people. The square is surrounded by a circle of simple shops, which can be regarded as the earliest city center. Nearing evening, the square is quite lively with people going home everywhere.

To be exact, it was too lively.

A burst of screams and cries came from the roadside, and immediately a group of idle people gathered around and pointed and talked.

She was a woman about thirty years old, fairer and thinner than the others, and looked educated.

But her behavior was not like that at all. She was grabbing a dirty little boy of seven or eight years old, and slapping him several times with her arms. The child's mouth was bleeding, but she did not stop. She kicked the boy over with her leg, stepped on his chest and snatched a bag from his hand. Then she kicked the boy in the stomach, making the boy shrink like a shrimp. Then she stopped, opened the bag and took a look, then turned around and left angrily.

However, when he turned around, he saw four strangers standing behind him.

"#！#@￥" The woman's eyes widened and she let out a fierce roar.

"She said why are you blocking the road, are you in cahoots with that kid, if not then get out of here."

"No, no, I was just shocked by how skillfully she dealt with the naughty kids, so I wanted to learn her technique. There are also many dead kids near my home, and maybe it will be useful when I go back."

Whether in the previous life's game or in the King's Zone, the naughty kids had become Lynch's concern. He was impressed by the woman's heroic appearance at first sight and subconsciously stopped. But since he had already started a conversation, Lynch planned to take the opportunity to get information.

After hearing Judy's translation, the woman's expression finally relaxed. She looked the four people up and down for a while and said, "You don't look like thieves. Are you from outside the city?"

"I'm a foreigner, here to buy food." Lynch said with a smile on his face, "My name is Lynch Leviev, what's your name, ma'am?"

"Stephen, Stephen Swain."

Ok?
Lynch's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the simple silver ring on the other person's middle finger.

(End of this chapter)