Chapter 35: Traitorous believers
Nighttime, in the Kingdom of Terith.
In this kingdom, streetlights were simply oil lamps. However, the light from these lamps was limited, so the roads were only dimly lit—just enough for passersby to vaguely make out the path ahead.
A group of men staggered out of a tavern, walking and laughing as if they’d just experienced something extremely amusing.
"Hahaha... Thomas, I never thought you could act so well!" one man exclaimed.
The man called Thomas looked like a thug, his face flushed from drinking too much, his eyelids half-closed from drunkenness, barely able to see where he was going.
However, upon hearing the other man’s words, Thomas immediately replied arrogantly, "Of course! I make my living off this skill, hahahaha..."
"Hahahaha..."
"Thomas, aren’t you afraid the Church will take revenge?" another man asked.
"Revenge?" Thomas scoffed, curling his lips in disdain. "Hell no! The Church has thousands of followers—do you think they’ll kill all the traitors?"
"Huh! As long as I make it through tonight, I’ll be safe. I’m not afraid of the Church anymore."
"Heh?!" The others were confused and asked, "Why?"