Chapter 10 (1/2)
Translator: La0o9 Editor: La0o9
“Comoros, how come you returned by yourself? Where are Dax and the others?” a burly man that looked to be in his 30s was standing guard outside the entrance of the village. In Wang Yuan’s previous world, through his decently handsome face and well-balanced muscles, this man would have a large crowd of fangirls following him everywhere he went.
Comoros naturally recognized the man, he was Jacob, the head guard of the village as well as an official. He was quite an influential figure in the village, enough for most villagers to say that he had already been selected to be the next village chief. He and the leader of the village’s hunting party were really good friends.
Thinking that, Comoros smirked: “Dax, huh? He offended the great Negary and died a miserable death by the plague”
“Comoros, what nonsense are you spouting, stop joking around” Jacob squinted his eyes and spoke seriously.
“Why would I be joking?” Comoros stood firm: “Dax ignored the taboo and killed the messengers of the great Negary, bringing the plague upon himself. If I had not begged Negary for forgiveness and mercy in time, the plague would have already spread all over the village!”
“Comoros, you…” while Jacob still wanted to say something, he noticed that some of the villagers had gathered from hearing their conversation, and Comoros was loudly repeating what he just said to them.
“Alright, if you don’t have any proof, don’t spout any more nonsense!” Jacob cut Comoros off, he still wasn’t convinced that his good friend would die such an uncertain death. As for the Negary reasoning, that was nothing but bullshit as far as he was concerned.
Comoros looked at Jacob who was now glaring at him angrily and gulped.
He is a lot bigger than I am, taller by at least one head. If it was in the past, when faced with his furious glare, I wouldn’t have been able to speak properly.
But I am no longer the same as I was in the past, and the one backing me is the great Negary himself.
Thinking of Negary’s various miracles, Comoros straightened his back and respectfully called out: “You want proof? Sir Divine Messengers, please come to me!”
“Decent enough” Wang Yuan was observing from afar, judging Comoros’ performance. He sent the two crows over from where they perched before, had them circle over the sky above the villagers’ heads and stared closely at them with jet black eyes.
“These two sirs are Divine Messengers of the great Negary, I am here to read the will they carry. Jacob, if you dare to stop them, it doesn’t matter to me if you contract the plague of death, but don’t involve our village!”
Seeing the two jet black crows circling above their heads, the villagers all felt a mixed sense of respect and fear. The faith of named Gods like Negary had been engraved in their daily lives and culture too deeply that even a believer wouldn’t normally hold much faith, but when a non-believer saw it with their own eyes, they would choose to believe rather than not.
And now with two followers of Negary purposefully circling overhead, combined with Comoros’ words, it was impossible for everyone not to believe. Because of that, the look they were giving Jacob right now wasn’t quite right, they wanted to believe in the off-chance that Comoros’ words were actually true, rather than dealing with a plague of death.
Jacob was also looking at the two crows, and he had already noticed the looks of the villagers around him. In truth, he really wanted to pull out his bow and shoot those two crows down right away, but he was sure, as soon as he tried to do that, someone would step out to stop him.
“Dax and the others killed followers of Negary and angered the great Negary. Originally, he wanted to bring the plague of death down on the village, making sure that everyone went down to the very last blade of grass in our village and suffered until our deaths! However, the great Negary has forgiven us, as long as we are willing to offer up our forehead to him cultivate new messengers”