I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 35 Temporary Lane Change
What specific position did the pagan hold, what abilities did he possess, and what extent of crime did he commit?

It would have been difficult for Dorothy to know about this, because after Wyatt rode into the battle on horseback, he directly evaporated the pagan.

It literally evaporates.

Where the guy was originally lying, there was now only a vague charred figure, and the human-shaped trace on the ground was still emitting white smoke.

The "holy" magic can directly purify evil spirits, but people who are contaminated by evil spirits are just fallen people. How can the "holy" magic evaporate them?

After watching that shocking scene, Dorothy really doubted whether Wyatt was a "holy" priest.

But doubts are doubts and don't affect anything.

It would be best if Wyatt could deal with the pagan directly. Dorothy was still worried that something might happen to her, but now it seems that she was worrying too much.

After getting rid of these vicious pagans, Wyatt looked at the victims squatting on the ground. They were still in shock, but they knew very well that they were out of danger.

Looking at the overturned carriage on the side of the road, it can be seen from the cargo that this should be a caravan, mainly engaged in mineral trade.

The Wasteland Territory is rich in minerals, and the towns here are accustomed to exchanging minerals for food with the outside world. If nothing unexpected happens, this caravan probably has some background.

But it is strange that since the caravan has some background, why would it be robbed by a few pagans?

What's even more strange is that the purpose of this gang of pagans' robbery is unclear. If they were interested in the ore, why would they choose to overturn the carriage?

If it was for people, then why did these pagans act as if they wanted to kill people to silence them when Wyatt and others discovered the situation here?

Simply doing evil? The pagans are just a little crazy, but they are essentially a group of determined dreamers.

Although their dreams are very twisted.

Wyatt walked towards the victim. Instead of standing there guessing, he might as well ask some questions. Maybe he could draw some conclusions.

The victims reacted quickly when they saw Wyatt approaching them. One of the men, with blood on his forehead, was the first to stand up and greet him:

"Thank you very much for your help, sir." The man introduced himself, "I'm the head of the caravan in Bluestone Town. You can call me Henry."

"Hello, my name is Wyatt, I am a scholar from Mayos City, and these two are my assistants."

"Scholars come to the Wasteland?"

"What's wrong? The Wasteland Territory also has a lot of scientific research value."

"Indeed, it is rare to see a low-key scholar like you only bring two assistants."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. What happened to you, Mr. Henry?"

"It's so unlucky. We are under the order of the mayor of Blue Stone Town to transport this batch of ore to..."

Henry was originally an ordinary citizen of Bluestone Town. Because he had been wandering outside for a period of time and followed a caravan when he was young, he was appointed as the captain of the caravan by the lord after returning to Bluestone Town, responsible for the trade between Bluestone Town and the outside world.

The period before winter every year in Lanshi Town is the busiest, and the workload of the caravans is particularly prominent. After all, the caravans are the key to exchanging food.

Henry should have led the caravan to trade in person this year as usual, but some time ago, the Nativity Society rooted in the Wasteland Territory suddenly went crazy and injuries occurred frequently. Even the Duke of the Wasteland issued a notice, suggesting that the caravan suspend trade to avoid unexpected events.

Everyone knows that this announcement is just a superficial effort, and everyone knows the specific conditions of the cities and towns in the Wasteland Territory.

The interruption of trade has already affected the finances, not to mention that winter is approaching soon. If we don’t quickly exchange enough food for food, this winter will be enough to freeze most people to death.

Henry had to do it even at the risk of being attacked by pagans.

For safety reasons, Henry changed his previous delivery ideas. He ordered the trucks to depart in sequence, strictly controlled the speed and distance, and marked the road after driving a certain distance. This way, even if they really encountered pagans, they could reduce losses.

Unfortunately, Henry, as the captain of the caravan, led the way and actually encountered pagans. But fortunately, they met Wyatt and their lives were saved.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wyatt. We have important matters to attend to and this is the only way to thank you. Please accept this insignificant gift."

A dozen scattered copper coins, this might be all Henry had, but this money was enough for a family of three in the Wasteland to have a full meal for a week.

Henry naturally felt that this amount of money was not enough to repay the life-saving grace, so he took the initiative to ask Wyatt to pick some ore as a thank you gift, and he also vividly introduced to Wyatt how good the quality of the sapphires produced in Blue Stone Town was.

"Then I'll be polite. Mr. Henry, are you going to continue your journey or return?"

"Of course we'll continue on our way. We're only a few kilometers away from our destination, Green Water City."

"So your destination is Green Water City. What a coincidence."

"Mr. Wyatt is going to Green Water City too? This is a rare opportunity to thank you. Let us give you a ride."

"Thank you, Mr. Henry. Let us help you reorganize the carriage."

Dorothy obviously wanted to ask Wyatt why he suddenly changed his destination, but was stopped by Adela.

Adela smiled gracefully and quietly gestured to keep quiet.

Although Dorothy didn't know what Wyatt was thinking, he was the boss of this operation, and she still had to listen to him on major issues.

The overturned carriage of the caravan was quickly propped up, the scattered ore was recovered, and the horses lost by the caravan were replaced by three good horses from Wyatt's side, making the caravan much faster.

…………

The Wasteland Territory, Winterhold.

Raymond Conrad, Duke of the Wasteland, was standing at the gate of Winterhold Fortress, waiting for the distinguished guest from Mayos.

Wyatt Owen, Raymond had heard this name before.

The Conrad family has been in the army for generations. Every Conrad descendant will be sent to the military for three years of training after reaching adulthood. Those who can stay will stay, and those who cannot will return to Winterhold to guard the place.

Raymond could have stayed in the military and held an important position, but due to family changes, he had to return to inherit the title and guard Winterhold.

"Heretic Butcher" is one of Wyatt's nicknames in the military. It is hard to imagine that this is the nickname of a priest.

Raymond had never seen this heretic butcher, as he had already inherited the title when he entered the military, but he had heard of him.

Hearing that he was going to visit the Wasteland Territory this time, Raymond wanted to see Wyatt's style, but he was late for several hours.

Not to mention Wyatt, there wasn't even a single traveler.

"Your Excellency the Duke, I have already asked the Fourth Fallen Asylum."

"Did you ask about Chief Wyatt's whereabouts?"

"No, the deputy officer of the Fourth Institute said that they also didn't know where the director was, and asked us to go out and look for him."

"Does she think a military stronghold like Winterhold is a nursery?"

"Your Excellency, even if you don't want to care, you'd better give it a perfunctory response. I feel that the adjutant will not give up."

"Okay, okay. After all, the director is a big shot from Mayos City. Just send some people out to look for him."

Thank you for watching, please turn to the end, thank you


(End of this chapter)