Kapitel 10: Ch-10 "Take off your clothes!"
In just a few pieces of information, we can see a lot of problems.
First, where did the village chief get the supplies?
According to the village chief, these supplies were stored in advance to prevent famine.
However, the hundreds of people in the entire village have not used these supplies for three consecutive years.
The stored supplies are a little too much.
Let's not discuss whether anyone would store so many supplies.
Even if it is possible, where did the village chief get so much money?
The background of the world is somewhat similar to medieval Europe.
Nobles and commoners are clearly divided, with the nobles holding most of the wealth and power.
The commoners are serfs or even slaves working for the nobles.
Backward and poor.
The village chief may be the best hunter in the village, but in this era, the income of hunters is low.
Where did he get the money to store so much food in advance?
Second, there's the priest of the church.
The villagers in this village learned how to fight werewolves from the priest.
Yes, he was always puzzled.
According to the priest, werewolves are afraid of fire.
But the werewolf he'd encountered earlier didn't seem to be afraid of fire at all.
If the priest lied, why are these werewolves afraid of fire?
If the priest wasn't lying, why wasn't the werewolf he met afraid of fire?
"It's really a mess," Ryan muttered, rubbing his forehead.
Of course, he wasn't very good at using his brain.
Compared to thinking, he preferred simpler, more direct methods.
"Since I can't figure it out, I'll just ask those involved."
Ryan touched the revolver and shotgun at his hip. Armed with weapons, he was naturally unafraid.
With his current strength, he could easily kill werewolves, so why play a guessing game with a few ordinary people?
Why use his brain for things that could be solved with his hands?
Inside the church, the prayer ended.
A group of villagers threw scattered coins into the collection box and left one by one.
Standing on the high platform, the black-robed priest suddenly called to a young girl in the crowd.
"Father, what's wrong?" she asked, looking at the kind priest in confusion.
"This devout believer - I sense the presence of evil in you."
The girl was startled by his words.
In this village, the priest had a high status.
Because he had taught the villagers how to fight werewolves, they were able to live in stability and peace.
Therefore, she did not doubt his words.
"What should I do now?"
Seeing her frightened face, the priest's smile widened.
"Do not worry, my child. As a believer, it is my duty to help you expel the evil from your body."
"Follow me!"
The girl nervously and somewhat eagerly followed the priest, who led her to a secret room behind the church.
The room was windowless and dimly lit by a few candles.
In the center stood a big wooden bed with leather straps to restrain the limbs.
Several strange ropes hung from an iron frame more than two meters high.
There was also a device resembling a scaffold, with spaces for the head and hands, while a wooden board and leather straps restrained the legs.
The walls were lined with various implements.
Whips, thorny branches...
The girl stared uneasily at the room, unsettled by the dark, cramped atmosphere.
She was confused and a little afraid, not understanding why the priest had brought her here.
"Take off your clothes!" he ordered, his once kind smile twisted and predatory.
"Huh?" Startled, she hesitated and asked cautiously, "Why do I have to take off my clothes?"
"The evil spirit has entered your body. I will clean it with holy water. Only through physical contact can the holy power be fully infused."
The priest spoke with conviction.
The girl nodded slowly, understanding little, but her fear eased as she reached to undo her clothes.
Bang!
The door flew open with a mighty kick.
A large shadow filled the doorway.
Ryan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, scanned the room, his eyes landing on the priest.
"It's bad enough you lure young girls in here, but S&M?"
"Old man, you really know how to have a good time."
"Who are you? Don't you know this is a restricted area of the church? Aren't you afraid of the Lord's punishment?"
The priest's eyes betrayed a flash of panic, but he forced himself to calm down, shouting in defiance.
"The Lord's punishment?" Ryan smiled, though the smile was anything but warm.
"Even if Jesus himself showed up, he couldn't save you now."
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