Chapter 237 The Pied Piper

Lind had never thought about immersing himself in the ocean of knowledge. No matter whether he was before the time travel or the former noble son Lind, he really didn't have much passion for words.

But once he was able to draw strength from it, the feeling of immersion became irresistible and impossible to refuse.

"This is the poetry collection you need, sir." The butler picked out a thick stack of books and said, "Strictly according to your requirements, each of them comes from a secret belief."

These books are undoubtedly "banned books". In the Kingdom of Rand, which mainly believes in the "Three Gods", the Proof of the Sun is the mainstream belief.

There was even a trend of witch hunting... Of course, there have never been any wizards in the Kingdom of Rand. That was just a way for some bloodthirsty bastard to vent his violence.

However, at that time, even the believers who called themselves the Moon Witch Uni were tied to pillars of fire, which was enough to show how difficult it was to preserve this knowledge in the minds of some crazy believers.

Lind looked at six books, and this was definitely his biggest haul so far.

If all of this is true, it means that he only needs to find six potions similar to these religions to make his knight tree grow more branches again.

"The Pied Piper, is this a sheet of music?" Lind was flipping through a thin book.

"Yes, a story about mice." The butler nodded. If he wanted to play his role, he had to answer all the new lord's questions at this moment.

"I've heard of a similar story," Lind said. "A man in flowery clothes played a flute. He claimed that he could catch mice, so he blew the flute at the villagers' request, and the mice swarmed out as if they were bewitched, and jumped into the river under his control. But the villagers refused to pay him, so the man blew the flute again, but this time it was not mice that were taken away, but children."

Lind flipped through the music sheet and said, "This is a fairy tale we often hear. It seems a bit bloody to me, but when I was a kid I thought it was very interesting to control mice by playing the flute."

The housekeeper said: "Children are always innocent and will ignore those cruel things."

"Where did it come from?" Lind asked.

"A circus," the butler recalled, "The circus's leader, the bard, wrote the music score himself. It is said that in order to spread the music further, he also developed some magic."

"A system of power was created for this? A circus religion?" Lind wondered.

Then he thought of the long recorder, the Whisperer's ability to control mice, and the flute player he had met on the road.

He immediately ordered someone to bring the recorder, and then played "The Pied Piper" according to the music score. The blessing weapon that had never been successful actually emitted light successfully!

"He is truly a genius," Lind marveled at his creativity.

Unfortunately, there was only this music score but no related potion formula. Lind thought that maybe he should send people to capture a few flute players and then let the wizards work backwards.

Even if he cannot use it, I believe the bards under his command will not refuse this power.

Everyone has to take drugs to keep up with the evolution of the version.

The second collection of poems: "Hymn to the Lion".

"It came from a small sect called the Bloodthirsty Gang. Those people are bloodthirsty and worship killing," the butler recalled. "I still remember the scene when the Duke returned after sending troops to wipe out that small gang. The lion was as tall as an elephant. It took dozens of people to drag a cart to move it. Its blood was boiling hot. People who were contaminated with the lion's blood had red rashes for several months in a row, and even developed a devastating infectious disease."

"A sect that believes in Warcraft?"

In an era when the average strength of an average person was not even up to that of a great knight, the fact that the "god" of this sect was killed by a group of soldiers might have disappointed people with its power.

"The promotion of religion has nothing to do with God himself, sir," said the butler.

"You're right." Lind flipped through the "Hymn to the Lion" and found a potion recipe from the onomatopoeia of the strange cry that was almost like whimpering and howling.

But unfortunately, the Great Knight is the end of this power.

If he could obtain a new emblem power, Lind might not despise the power of the great knight so much.

Providing new emblems is more important than providing new abilities. The third collection of poems, "Miss Moon", is a collection of poems related to the moon. In terms of God's authority, it is too similar to the Moon Witch.

"This is a collection from the Black Swamp Kingdom," said the butler. "The Duke once wiped out a village that was holding an illegal gathering. There was something hiding inside that was good at hiding itself. The Duke's black iron hoof turned the village into ruins, and this banned book was the harvest after that war."

The fourth collection of poems, "Rand's Army Under the Golden Oath", surprised Lind a little.

"It comes from Hedwin," the butler said, looking down.

"Hedwin?"

The potion formula will be handed over to you by someone, the "Queen" to whom you swear allegiance.

In the fifth collection of poems, "Along the Riverbank," Lind tried to discern what type of religion it belonged to, but found that it was very much like a song, except that it did not come with its own score like "The Pied Piper."

Even the butler shook his head and said he didn't know. Too many collections didn't necessarily have a reason. They might just appear here because of some accident.

The sixth collection of poems is "The Last Refuge".

……

The two horses galloped along the path, and when the morning sun pierced the sky, they finally arrived at the valley.

"How could this be?"

They looked at the Dark Night Orchard which had been reduced to ruins in the fire, still gasping for breath.

"Are we sure we are in the right place?" the man on the left asked.

"Since the Blackfyre brothers agreed to come to Raven City," the man on the right said, "they were attacked by something, probably an army."

"Are there any enemies around here?"

“No one dares to get close, except those disasters.”

The two men dismounted and rummaged through the wreckage, trying to find survivors, whether from the Black Flame brothers or from unknown enemies.

But what they saw next shocked the two men. They found countless charred corpses with twisted bones and miserable deaths, as if their heads had been chopped off.

But what really surprised them was not the corpses, but why there were so many people in the Dark Night Orchard of the Black Fire Brothers.

"Brother Blackfyre is missing."

“They are not sincere in their loyalty.”

"Then go back and report."

"To whom?"

"The city lord, or...Prince Seven?"

The two were silent. The situation in Raven City was turbulent and undercurrents were surging.

As messengers, they only hope to save their lives and not be implicated by any party.

But now it seems a bit difficult.

The choice is never in their hands.

(End of this chapter)