Chapter 242 - 11: The Scapegoat
"Do you still not know?" asked the merchant who had come from afar.
"Ah! The Witch barged into the Holy City and attempted to assassinate the Pope, and it has caused quite the uproar now."
"This place is remote..." Morry’s smile was somewhat forced.
"It may be remote, but there’s profit to be made—I just found out that cotton comes from the Platinum Country, oh, those soft, light cottons, if only they could grow on our lands, how great that would be. I wish I had met you a few years earlier, before the war started, I might have made a fortune—ah, when can we build a tavern here? I really need to have a few drinks with you then."
"Very soon, very soon," Morry responded absently, not quite sure which comment he was replying to.
"What happened to the Witch afterward?"
"She escaped! This news has spread far and wide. My mother used to tell me when I was a child that those Witches would cause big trouble, so the lords of the Church Court had no choice but to burn them at the stake. And now look, a big mess indeed, but thankfully the Pope was protected by All Gods, otherwise there would have been a massive upheaval in the Gods World..."
Morry knew the Witches had a bad reputation and he genuinely didn’t care for them.
Hearing now of their desperate plight, he couldn’t help but sigh, "They are all pitiable souls."
"Yes, those Witches who stormed into the Holy City, murdering and plundering, it’s better the Gods punish them soon and send them to Hell," the middle-aged merchant said.