I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

The town gates were unguarded.

Go west and you will reach the street.

The town's streets are narrow and winding, the houses on both sides are simple and solemn, and the stone walls are covered with moss.

The sunlight shines through the clouds and onto the streets, creating mottled light and shadows.

The air was filled with all kinds of aromas, the fragrance of baking bread, the sweet scent of fresh fruit, and the mixed scent of spices and perfumes coming from afar.

Claire often came to the town to inquire about the news of the magic academy, as well as to understand the market conditions, cultural landscape, etc.

She walked to a spice market.

I picked up some cheap flower spices and fiddled with them in my hands, while listening to the conversations of the customers coming and going.

Perfumes do exist in this world, but the craftsmanship is not perfect.

"But with my limited skills, I'm afraid I can't make any top-notch perfume..."

Claire sighed. It seemed that the entrepreneurial path was not feasible.

Come to think of it, according to the general history of the continent, the first documented kingdom history in this world appeared 30,000 years ago.

It is even older and more profound than the history of mankind on Earth. Even if it remains in the "feudal" era, in the field of daily civilian use, it is probably not something that a half-baked person like Claire can surpass with the so-called "skills" of her previous life.

This can be seen from the materials sold in the markets of these remote towns.

Claire glanced over and saw an old man on the street, who was using the same ferocious technique as a fancy cocktail mixer. He picked up several spice bottles, threw them into the air one by one, and then shook them after catching them.

Then a fragrance gushed out, making the young ladies laugh.

As the aroma grew stronger, the girls' laughter became more charming and charming. They all took out their wallets and wanted to buy the bottle in the old man's hand.

The old man lowered his head to take the coin, and took the opportunity to slash the young lady's chest a few times. The chrysanthemum-like smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

"This Lao Deng."

Claire cursed him inwardly for being disrespectful to her elders. She stared at the old man's hard work for a while, and then, as before, asked a few merchants who had entered the market for information about magic.

"Um, magic? You may not know that magic is prohibited in our country of Carlisle."

A businessman said.

"Ah? But I often hear other merchants talk about magic."

The businessman continued, "They might be coming from the border. They don't really understand the affairs of our Carlisle Country."

Yes, whether it is businessman Blair or other businessmen, they basically take the trade route of the neighboring Principality of Harlan.

In towns like the one where Claire's family lived, only merchants from the border occasionally came to purchase goods.

"I heard there's a magic academy in the northern Kingdom of Laconia. That's probably what those merchants were talking about."

"However, Carlisle is a country ruled by God. Magic and the like are not welcome."

Unwelcome? Claire was a little confused. But soon, she knew what it meant to be unwelcome.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the town.

Claire was about to go home.

Suddenly, outside the alley, several teams of soldiers in worn boots stepped on the ground, stomping up dust.

Someone yelled, "What's going on?"

"I heard someone from the capital is here to promote wartime policies!"

"What? Is there really going to be a war?"

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"I heard that the magicians had gone to the Principality of Harlan to join the war. The king was furious and said he would ruthlessly purge the magicians."

"Ah? Shouldn't we fight for it in this situation?" asked a peddler.

Another bystander replied angrily, "What do you know? The feud between our country's church and the magician forces has been going on for many years..."

"I'm afraid it's another witch hunt."

Witch Hunt...huh?

Claire thought about what happened in her previous life and felt thoughtful.

Witch, sometimes called witch, the so-called witch trial was one of the ways that monotheism in the Middle Ages persecuted its so-called pagans. The victims were mostly innocent women. It was used to maintain the rule of the Pope and eradicate heresy.

Most of these poor women were ordinary people, and even the claims about the existence of witches were completely fabricated and unfounded imaginations, and the vast majority of convictions lacked authenticity.

However, the Carlisle Empire in this alien world may not be fake.

Although Claire had never seen a witch or anything like that, but...

She couldn't help but look in the direction the soldiers were heading. That was the cathedral in Forsyth City, and the priests inside were all sent from the capital.

It looks like chaos is going to happen.

The square in the center of the town.

Several soldiers wearing heavy armor stood on the platform, guarding the church priest.

There was another team of people maintaining order under the stage, led by a knight. The knight's armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and his helmet was inlaid with mysterious runes, making him look very extraordinary.

The knight wore a seemingly ancient knight's sword on his waist.

Claire just took a glance and felt her legs go weak.

That sword exuded a terrifying aura and was very extraordinary.

It was as if there was an invisible force in the field. Was this an extraordinary power? Her heart was a little hot.

The priest glanced around and announced the orders from the capital.

Most of them were evil magicians helping the empire, and even the royal wizards of Carlisle's own country had fled.

Then the king became very angry and said that there were not many magicians in the country, and since no one wanted to stay here, they should not stay in Carlisle in the future.

Anyone found who looks like a magician will be burned to death.

The crowd below looked at each other in bewilderment. After so many years, they didn't even know what a magician looked like.

A short man casually pointed at a plump woman next to him and said loudly, "Father Noxon, do you think she looks like a witch?"

The crowd erupted in laughter, and then began to make noise.

Pastor Northen's face turned red with anger. "Quiet! Damn it! God bless you, you fools. Knight Carthusian, I have already told you that it is useless to talk to them."

The man who had just exuded a terrifying aura, the Carthusian Knight, drew his sword and said in a calm, emotionless voice, "Silence!"

The crowd seemed to be shocked by an invisible force. The originally noisy environment suddenly became unusually quiet, as if even the air had solidified.

The knight said calmly, "From now on, I will manage the Forsyth region on behalf of Baron Blue. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy."

The knight's words were like a cold hammer hitting everyone's heart, and the already tense atmosphere became even heavier.

Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable firmness and majesty, which made people dare not doubt or resist in the slightest.

Some people in the crowd began to whisper. Although their voices were small, they were particularly clear in the silent environment.

The knight's eyes narrowed slightly, like an invisible lightning flash, instantly shutting up those who were whispering.

"Um...did something happen to Baron Blue?" a citizen asked cautiously.

"Baron Blue was stripped of his administrative rights due to his crimes. He secretly hired a magician as a teacher for his son. This is an offense to the Church."

The knight continued, his voice neither too high nor too low, yet it seemed to have a magical power that made everyone hear clearly.

"From now on, this area will be taken over by me. This is the will of the Holy See."

"Oh, right." The knight seemed to remember something and said meaningfully:

"It's not peaceful around here lately. If anything happens, notify the guards as soon as possible."

After the church people left, the people who stayed in the square suddenly became noisy, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally released at this moment.

A variety of expressions appeared on their faces, including surprise, confusion, relief, and a hint of uneasiness.

"I didn't expect that he would take over the management rights of Baron Bulu!" A middle-aged man in tattered cloth sighed with a look of shock on his face.

"I don't know if it will affect our lives." An old man said worriedly. Although his voice was soft, many people began to think secretly.

People were talking about it, and the voices were rising one after another.

However, no matter what they thought, they could not change anything. After a while, they dispersed.