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Volume 2, Chapter 5
In front of the village’s entrance, which is flanked by a neat fence made of logs, there are two guards dressed in simple armor stationed, collecting toll fees.
Alas, in such a small place, even the guards look poor.
Recalling that the guards of Manchester were dressed like paladins, and their armor could be used as mirror, Merlin shook his head and sighed. Then, he blended into the crowd, intending to sneak into the village without paying the toll.
He put the hood of his ragged clothing on his head and pulled it down, trying to pass unnoticed. Then, as if saying, “don’t mind me”, proceeded to walk ahead.
As a habitual offender, Merlin evaded paying the toll many times in this way.
This may come as a surprise, but big cities do not lack money. When it comes to people who look as wretched as Merlin, the guards generally don’t bother collecting the toll of a few copper coins from them.
But small villages are different. If you don’t have enough money, the toll won’t be pardoned.
“Tch!”
A guard clicked his tongue dissatisfiedly. He has sharp eyes. Every day, he comes across some weasels. At a glance, he can see Merlin stealthily cut in line, trying to sneak into the village.
Thereupon, he grabbed Merlin by the shoulder, not letting him run away.
“What are you doing? I just paid the toll.” Merlin looked back at the guard with an innocent expression, pretending rather well.
“Save it…” The guard crooked his lips and held out his hand, demanding money.
“Wicked capitalist exploiter…” Merlin rolled his eyes and gritted her teeth.
In order not to cause trouble, he reluctantly took out two copper coins from his pouch and threw them into the guard’s hand. Next, like some self-important uncle, he swaggered into the village.
On the other side of the village’s entrance, there is a big market, with many peddlers and buskers in rags.
A melodious rustic orchestral melody floats in the air as the sounds of drums and bagpipes interweave together. It looks like a group of traveling musicians is performing.
“First time here, mr.? Would you like me to introduce you to some interesting shops?”
A few people came up at once. Although they are dressed in rags, but they are good at flattery.
“Oh, that’s not necessary…”
Merlin’s hand froze in midair. Turns out, these people weren’t talking to him. They rushed towards the merchant behind him.
Merlin was really embarrassed, thinking that judging by his shabby attire, he doesn’t look like he has money to spend, and so it is impossible for him to arouse the interest of these “guides”. Thus, he could only scratch his head to resolve the embarrassment.
The “guides” secretly cast Merlin looks of contempt, filled with hostility. They reckoned that the sloppy-looking Merlin is in the same trade as them.
Merlin puckered his lips. He doesn’t like such people very much. They can be found practically everywhere.
In order to earn a commission, they will introduce many shops to outsiders and tell them which girls are attractive.
According to Merlin’s understanding as a transmigrator, this group of people are damn solicitors that introduce nefarious shops where you will often be robbed, bamboozled, caught in a badger game, and so on.
Of course, the person who Merlin finds the most annoying is the one in the center, who is wearing a black robe, has a silver cross hanging from his neck, is holding a bible in his hand, and yells his head off at the ignorant spectators around him.
“Long live the Goddess of Light! Anyone who doesn’t shout is trash! Screw you!”
“What can you do without faith? Anyone without faith is trash! Screw you!”
“Is one gold coin per copy too expensive? Do you believe that they aren’t worth even one gold coin? Anyone who doesn’t buy one is trash! Screw you!”
Everywhere he goes, Merlin can meet such Roman missionaries, who, like idiots, for some reason believe that the Goddess of Light is their mother. Furthermore, they always defame demonkin, proclaiming that demonkin are a threat and must be eliminated.
According to reason, after Merlin stopped being a Demon Lord, the Church has nothing to do with him. However, it is unpleasant to listen to a bunch of missionaries distort the truth.
There is a fitting description in demonkin books, and Merlin remembers it very well —
Humans are vain hypocrites that dumped the truth into the chamber pot a long time ago.
Xaio Mo Ge 