Chapter 24: Inertial thinking kills people
However, no matter what the adventurers or mercenaries in the tavern think, the kings and lords of various countries seem to have always been very concerned about this prophecy.
Juan also said that the Duke of Alma seemed to care about this prophecy very much, and even gave a clear order that any information related to the "Child of Prophecy" must be sent to him.
Leon could understand the mentality of the current ruling class - if the so-called prophecy was true, it would mean that the continent would be reshuffled, and the current kings and lords would probably not end well...
And if the prophecy is false, we need to pay close attention to prevent any ambitious people from using the name of the "Son of Prophecy" to cause trouble.
For the ruling class, any disturbance is related to politics.
"So, within your organization, do you think this bounty might be related to this prophecy?"
Li Ang probably understood the reason a little.
"...No, it's not just that...It seems that the last princess of the ancient Pendor Kingdom more than a hundred years ago had black hair and black eyes - and it is said that she fled the Pendor continent when the kingdom was destroyed. Of course, this is just our guess..."
Juan gestured and stammered as he explained.
This guess is quite reliable.
If it is related to the ancient Pande royal family, coupled with Madigan's prophecy, then the bounty and hunt are understandable.
All of the kingdoms of Pendor today were built on the remains of the ancient kingdoms of Pendor, especially the Kingdom of Sarleon.
They will certainly spare no effort to strangle any possible ancient Pande royal bloodline.
This kind of dangerous "flag" that may shake the foundation of the rule must be killed without mercy.
Leon Griffin's parents, the knight who didn't want to mention the name of the Knights Templar, and the noblewoman who never talked about the past, might really have some relationship with the ancient Pande bloodline.
But Li Ang actually doesn't care about this - no one from China would care about such a thing.
To Li Ang, concepts like bloodline were quite boring. After all, if the Chinese seriously wanted to trace their bloodline, basically everyone could trace their bloodline back to a great emperor or a truly legendary hero.
Any one of those ancestors is worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods.
Compared with the so-called prophecy and bloodline, Leon actually cares more about those unnatural forces - it seems that all legends related to the child of prophecy are accompanied by some weird things.
For example, the human skin that looked like a cicada shell that he had seen with his own eyes.
"You just said it might be related to the bloody plague?"
Li Ang continued to ask.
Juan nodded hesitantly, "The Kingdom of Pendor collapsed because of the Red Death. The whole continent knows it... Some people say it was brought by the Noldor elves. But the strange thing is that people with black hair and black eyes never get the Red Death! So... But this is just the conjecture of other people in the organization, and I just heard it from them."
The Bloody Plague is the official name of the Red Death, and it also has another name - the Bloody Scourge.
Leon estimated that this was a very violent infectious disease, probably similar to the plague. It was said that at least half of the people in Pendor died from the Red Death 150 years ago.
And there is still no cure for this disease.
This terrible infectious disease was naturally endowed with a mysterious color in this era, and in various legends it was related to alien species such as demons and Noldor elves.
Sarah beside him also nodded: "Compared to the cities in the center of the continent, the number of people infected with the Red Death in the Principality of D'Shar is much less... I haven't noticed it before, but now that he mentioned it, it seems to be the case. Are people with black hair and black eyes blessed by gods?"
Li Ang finally put away the hammer in his hand.
He understood why this body was being hunted.
But my heart was heavy—this was a reason that was almost impossible to resolve.
Different races do have different resistance to certain diseases. Coupled with different environments, sanitary conditions and behavioral habits, it is possible that some people will not be infected with certain infectious diseases. This is normal in Li Ang's eyes.
However, in this ignorant Middle Ages, when most doctors were little different from butchers, people only looked at things based on some superficial features and then gave them special mystical concepts.
For example, blood, destiny, or gods and demons.
No matter which one it is, it is an inherent concept that cannot be solved.
When he thought about the possibility of having to bear this kind of pursuit for the rest of his life, Leon lost interest in talking for a moment. He ignored Juan who was staring at him on the ground and turned to walk towards the battlefield which had quieted down.
But he hadn't walked far when he was startled by the begging and screaming coming from behind.
Looking back, it was Sarah who ended Juan's life with a sword!
Sarah wiped her sword expressionlessly as she chased after him. It seemed that killing a defenseless person was not a sin in her eyes.
Li Ang frowned deeply: "Sarah, why do you want to kill him?"
Sarah didn't bring her signature smile this time, but said calmly and seriously: "My lord, in your eyes, he is probably just a poor captive... But, during my time in Sarleon City, as far as I know, he has raped at least a dozen girls... Such a scum should not be left in the world. Moreover, my lord, the people of the Red Brotherhood will not have any mercy on you."
Li Ang covered his face and exhaled deeply.
This cold-blooded 'vixen ' is the real Sarah.
If she didn't have a ruthless heart, how could she have traveled alone in this dangerous continent until now?
"You're right, Sarah. But what I mean is that we could have sold him as a slave... This pretty boy is good-looking and a noble, so he should be worth a lot..."
Li Ang looked very distressed - he didn't care whether the old rogue lived or died, but he was a prisoner now, and it was money...
What a pity!
Sarah looked at Leon in some surprise, her eyes clearly showing her looking at some creature whose IQ was lower than the average human being.
"Sir, you actually intend to sell the people of the Red Brotherhood... to the slave traders of the Red Brotherhood?"
hiss……
That’s right!
Most of the slave traders are members of the Red Brotherhood...
This is very different from the game - in the game, any prisoner of war can be sold to the slave trader in the tavern, and the slave trader will accept anyone. But in reality, it is not that convenient!
Inertial thinking kills people...
Juan is a small leader of the Red Brotherhood in Sarleon City. He might even be famous. If he were to be sold back to the slave traders of the Red Brotherhood, it would not be a coquettish move, but a suicidal move...
"Um... Sarah, I mean, Juan is the leader of this camp... I had a lot of great ideas to use..."
Li Ang covered his forehead in embarrassment and found an excuse to cover up his stupid behavior.
"But, sir, you have no intention of occupying this camp, right? I don't believe you will stay here and face the wrath of Grand Duke Alma directly. Or do you plan to go to the grasslands in the north to fight the Jatu army alone?"
Sarah saw through this lord who was too concerned about his reputation at a glance.
