Chapter 23 Madigan's Prophecy
"First tell me why you are here and who is the owner of this camp?"
Juan collapsed on the ground, his face covered in sweat from the pain, staring blankly at Li Ang: "You don't even know who owns this camp, and you're going to attack it?"
Li Ang hit Juan on the head with a hammer, creating a dent in the ground next to his head. "Should I ask you or you ask me?"
Juan was trembling, and his speech became very fast: "I am wanted by the Lion Knights, so I came here to hide... This camp belongs to Master Forcher! Don't hit me... Please..."
Foucher's?
Isn’t it said that it was built by the Duke of Alma’s nephew?
Oh, by the way... these days, the external reference to an illegitimate child seems to be usually "nephew".
Li Ang patted his head, realizing that he had overlooked this detail.
It was indeed a reasonable operation for Forcher to send people to build this camp on the edge of his father's territory while running to Mist City to get a pioneer lord certificate.
"Faucher is still on the west coast, right? Then who is the person in charge of this camp? Also, how much do you know about Forcher's collusion with the Jatu people?"
Juan looked at Li Ang blankly: "I am the current person in charge of the camp, but I just came here yesterday... The previous person in charge returned to Lion Lake City yesterday."
Juan swallowed his saliva and looked at the bloody hammer with fear. He continued to answer: "Sir, I only know that Master Forcher said that he wanted to control the territory of Count Oden, and I also know that it has something to do with the Jatu people, but I really don't know the specific situation... I am just a small person..."
Well, that makes sense.
For a thug like Juan, there aren't many details he can understand...
"What about Fletcher Village? Has Forcher taken control of the village?"
Li Ang thought about the weirdness in the village.
"That village... the leader of the militia patrol is one of ours..."
It's no wonder, the patrol team must know everything, and the elderly village chief is probably also kept in the dark by the patrol team.
Li Ang sorted out the external situation and decided to think about what was happening to him.
"When we were in Sarleon City, on whose orders did you hunt me down?"
Juan's forehead was no longer sweating, but his face was still pale. "No one ordered us to do this... Sir... We are not targeting you... This is because the top leaders of the organization once issued a reward of 2,000 dinars to capture or kill a certain black-haired and black-eyed foreigner... This reward has been issued for nearly a year and has not been revoked."
"Who issued the bounty? I'm not the only one with black hair and black eyes, right? Can I claim the bounty just based on these characteristics?"
Li Ang was very confused.
Juan now looked like he knew everything. "The origin of the bounty is not something a small person like me can know... I don't know who they are hunting specifically. But since there is this requirement, as long as the image of black hair and black eyes is met, we will give it a try. After all, it's two thousand dinars... If we can find the real owner, we won't have to worry for the rest of our lives..."
Sarah added, "Even if they killed the wrong person, it doesn't matter to them...Robbing outsiders is their daily business anyway ."
Juan put on an ugly smile in pain to please him and nodded vigorously.
"Don't lie to me... I met Forcher in Mist City, and he didn't seem to want to kill me! What's the real reason? Who are the high-level people you are talking about?!"
In the Fog City Arena, although Forcher had a bad attitude, he obviously had no intention of capturing him to claim the reward, otherwise he would most likely not be able to escape from the Fog City!
Seeing that Leon looked unhappy and raised the hammer again, Juan shrank back in fear and quickly replied, "I dare not lie to you! Master Forcher is only our financial sponsor, he is not a member of the Brotherhood... As for the top leaders of the organization, the organization has always used secret letters to pass on orders, and we have never seen the real top leaders. Really! I swear!"
It seems that the Red Brotherhood is very mysterious...
This is true. It is normal for the top leaders of an illegal organization that involves killing, slave trading, robbery, drug trafficking and other evil activities to be unknown.
But Le Ang was a little anxious. This kind of unreasonable bounty was more troublesome than the hunt caused by deep hatred. He had no idea how to solve it.
"You really don't know the reason at all?"
He was in a bad mood, and the look in his eyes when he stared at Juan naturally became more and more unfriendly .
Juan hurriedly began to answer: "We have guessed... guessed! It seems to be related to a legend... Madigan's prophecy! Oh, and it may also be related to the bloody plague..."
Leon looked at Sarah in confusion. He had just heard Sarah talk about this famous prophecy on the road the day before yesterday.
In fact, this is a story that is widely circulated in pubs across the continent...
It is said that more than a hundred years ago, a famous prophet named Madigan, also known as a charlatan, once predicted that a hero would unify the continent of Pendor and rebuild the glorious ancient empire.
In fact, in Li Ang's opinion, this is normal. This is basically the daily deception of the charlatans - the world will eventually unite after a long period of division, and sooner or later such a person will appear.
In Li Ang's previous life, a fortune teller said he had the appearance of an emperor... But in the end, he ended up being a nerd...
But in this era , this charlatan was quickly wanted by all countries - freedom of speech was not very common in this era, and Madigan's prophecy was basically equivalent to cursing that the current rulers of various countries would be exterminated sooner or later.
So the consequences were serious, and Madigan was executed for sticking to his prophecy.
He died in Sarleon, right below the tallest building on the continent, in what was once the square of the House of Lords of Pendor - now that place is King Ulric's back garden, and no one knows if it's haunted.
Although he is a charlatan, his attitude of sticking to his own ideas even at the cost of death is at least worthy of respect.
So this is a sad and serious thing.
Then, as one "hero" after another who called themselves the "Son of Prophecy" appeared on the scene, Madigan's prophecy gradually became a joke.
The first "hero" was an outlaw knight who occupied several villages with his powerful swordsmanship and said he would lead the people to rebuild Pendor. But within a few days, all his bad deeds were exposed.
He robbed caravans, raped women, plundered villagers, sold drugs... He did almost everything shameful. In the end, his body - or rather his skin - was found in Desha, without any flesh or internal organs, like a cicada shell.
The second one was a slave trader. With his huge wealth, he led many mercenaries to roam Pendor, burning, killing, looting, and capturing civilians as slaves. But he didn't live a carefree life for long, and was inexplicably wiped out at the foot of the Misty Mountain. It is said that only the heads of him and his men were left, neatly piled into a small hill on the ice field, but no body was found.
The third one was a wizard who called himself the "Son of Prophecy" by his witchcraft. But in the end, it was discovered that he was the leader of a snake cult. He brainwashed his followers all day long, and he also creatively came up with the first live broadcast of selling goods in the history of Pendor. During an illegal rally, he promoted a mysterious medicine that "cured all diseases" and it was said that he earned tens of thousands of dinars in one go...
But perhaps because he amassed too much wealth, the anchor eventually attracted the siege of the Bacchus Empire. It is said that his corpse was also very strange - his body was covered with green scales, and his eyes were vertical pupils like reptiles, which was extremely hideous.
Nowadays, the term "son of prophecy" has basically become a swear word in the tavern. Almost all adventurers will jokingly call each other "scraps of prophecy", and the image of a hero has long been gone.
