I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 106: Sid Wiggin's True Identity

Inside the city-state, citizens and slaves tied with ropes were anxious, with uncontrollable fear and despair in their eyes.

In order to please the Mistress of Mercy as much as possible, her followers informed everyone of their subsequent fate three hours before the sacrifice.

This is the style of the followers of the "Mother of Mercy". Killing is not the goal, but creating fear and spreading pain.

Before this, some people had launched a rebellion, but the hundreds of stone human statues placed in the center of the city-state well illustrated the fate of the rebels.

"Mom, I'm so scared. Mom"

There are children who cannot distinguish between their left and right hands, tremblingly hugging the person next to them for support.
She was unexpectedly sensible without crying or making a fuss, or perhaps it could be said that in this age that brings death and chaos, being ignorant often means not living long.

The child's mother had red eyes and put on a strong attitude.
"Be good, don't be afraid, someone will definitely come to rescue us."

She patted the child's back, as if to coax her to sleep, giving her care and comfort.

But at this moment, a sharp mocking voice suddenly came from my ears:
"Oh, don't be silly, who can come to save us?"

"Are you counting on those guys who are called heroes by other city-states?"

"We all have to die, especially this crying and fussy little brat. He'll definitely be the first one!"

The mocking voice immediately caused great panic among the crowd, and the child, who had just calmed down, began to tremble again, obviously unable to suppress the fear in his heart.

In this depressing atmosphere, even some adults would be on the verge of collapse, let alone a child.

"Mom, I'm scared. I don't want to die. I don't want you to die."

The child cried desperately and hugged his mother tightly, but it was of no use even though she was right there to comfort him.

The woman forced a smile and calmed down. "Child, has Mommy told you those heroic stories?"

"The Holy Covenant of the First Hero, Hainlet, he walked out of the temple and saw the broken world,
So he gathered his allies, killed the dragon that had kidnapped the princess, wiped out the bandits and robbers, and drove away the evil god that desired blood and flesh.

"It is said that his strength comes from his courage. Child, you must be as brave as him."

The child was quickly distracted by his mother's story. At last, he asked expectantly:
"Mom, if I don't cry and gain courage, will I become a hero?"

The woman was about to nod when she heard a disdainful sneer from the crowd.

"Heh, brave man? That's just a trick to fool you."

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Hainlet is trying to expand his power so he can ascend to the throne."

"And before that, he needs a good reputation. Otherwise, who will play Brave Game with you?"

At this time, people finally saw who was making the mocking remarks.

He was an ordinary, even somewhat ugly young man.
At this moment, he had a sarcastic look on his face, as if he understood something inside that no one else knew, and he was examining everyone's opinions with a higher level of awareness.

"That's enough. You're not even a hair below Hainlet. What qualifications do you have to comment here?"

"At least Hainlet saved many people and deserves the title of the greatest hero!"

"What have you done? You can only speak nonsense here!"

Soon, other people in the crowd started to refute, but the young man was not afraid at all and continued to criticize them one by one.

"I don't talk to brainless fools. You really should see the outside world and smell the sweet air of other continents instead of focusing on stupid brave games."

"That's all just a lie. Some of them really do have our best interests at heart. At least the cultists haven't concealed their motives."

"And Hainlet, he just wants to be king and maintain his rule to fool you!"

The crowd, which had been silent due to fear, suddenly exploded, like a drop of cold water dropped into hot oil.

The noise immediately attracted the cultists who were participating in the sacrifice.

Snapped--

The whip flew through the air, lashing the crowd without asking why.

The cultist guard smiled grimly, wanting to whip the noisy sacrifices again.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a young man, who was groveling and pointing at a child and said loudly:
"Sir, it's that brat who's making the noise. They're the ones making the noise!"

The whip in the air spun unconsciously and hit the child with wide eyes and the mother who was unable to react in time.

It was too late. Even if she tried to stop it now, her child would be seriously injured.

But at this critical moment, an old man rushed over with a speed that was inconsistent with his age and grabbed the whip that was whipping the air.

"stop!"

He shouted harshly, and then instinctively drew the sword at his waist and cut the cultist in half. Bastard, you'll be exposed like this!

Seeing Hainlet rushing forward on his own initiative, Fiona, who was following behind Ron, gritted her teeth secretly.

Are you tired of doing good deeds among a bunch of compassionate believers?

As expected, upon seeing this scene, the cultist leading the way in front paused and looked at the Chosen One and the remaining two disciples behind him in surprise.

His eyes were full of doubt and uncertainty.

Fiona and Mr. Pope's hearts sank. At this critical moment, if their identities were exposed, a big battle would be inevitable.

And at the moment when the legends clash, there will probably be heavy casualties in this city-state.

Faced with a crisis that was very difficult for both legends, Ron just sneered in disdain.

"What are you looking at? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Look again, and I'll tell your leader that you're colluding with the First Hero, Hainlet."

So vicious!
The cultist who led the way was startled, and when he confirmed that Ron was one of them, he immediately looked away.

The blond boy looked at Hainlet, asking him with his eyes why he didn't just kill the cultists who didn't even spare the children.

After receiving Ron's hint, the yellow-haired hero was confused.

Is it really okay to be so arrogant?

"Ah~"

Ron sighed. He never expected that a legendary hero would hesitate in the face of such an evil thing.

Doing good deeds should not be limited to certain occasions.
But the blond boy could understand it, after all, not everyone was as good as him.

The silver and black long sword was unsheathed, and under the gaze of the surrounding residents and slaves, Ron walked forward leisurely.

His deep blue eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing the cultist's legs so much that they went weak and collapsed on the ground.

"Sir, sir, please spare my life, sir, I have done nothing wrong!"

He still doesn't repent, he's hopeless!
Ron's face was as gloomy as water, and a flash of sword light instantly flashed through the eyes of the residents and slaves, and also flashed through their hearts.

The next second, the cultist's head rolled to the ground.

Good kill!

The residents and slaves cheered in their hearts and looked at Ron with burning eyes, as if the uncontrollable fear and despair in their hearts had been mostly cut off by Ron's sword.

"Well done, he killed my child!"

"He whipped my parents to death!"

"He tortured my wife to death!"

Some people in the crowd could not contain their high-pressure emotions and shouted in unison.

Faced with these thanks, Ron felt warm in his heart, but his face did not show any joy.

He just muttered to himself:
"Really? How can you hesitate to kill a bad guy?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the cultist leading the way lowered his head even lower.

Fiona couldn't help but glance at Ron with mixed feelings, unable to imagine what kind of monsters and demons would appear in the stardust a thousand years from now.

Could it be that the world will end a thousand years from now?

The tsundere senior thought pessimistically.

The group did not delay for too long. Because they were undercover again, Ron did not go to comfort the child who was looking at him with admiration.
He only left a determined figure in the gazes of the cultists that they dared not look directly at, and in the reverent shouts of the residents and slaves.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

“What a beautiful view!”

In the crowd, the young man who shrank into a corner looked on enviously, imagining that one day he would also be able to win everyone's applause.

But unfortunately, those foolish people did not agree with his remarks that revealed the facts.

(End of this chapter)