Chapter 1217 He Is a Good Man

Walking to the stake, Victor drew out a short knife and cut the hemp rope. He looked at the girl without any mercy, stretched out his left hand and said sternly: "Touch this holy object."

The girl's brown pupils were full of fear. She was as afraid of her savior as the villagers in the audience.

But this was the only chance to survive. She stretched out her tender but calloused palm and gently placed it on Victor's black gauntlet. She was stiff and dared not make any more movements.

Five seconds later, the gauntlet did not respond, so Victor asked: "Have you burned farmland?"

The girl withdrew her hand in fear, and lowered her head in Victor's scorching eyes. Her voice, as subtle and trembling as a mosquito, fully explained her fear.

"Well... my parents were killed by the beastmen, and I burned my own fields that night."

A wild wizard who was in contact with the wind of magic due to his excitement...

The hand armor without feedback allowed Victor to rule out that the girl was affected by chaos. He wrapped the black leather coat, which symbolized fear in the empire, around the girl's shoulders and looked back at the militiamen holding muskets below the stage.

"What are you going to do, attack Sigma's servants?"

"Daphne is a wizard, Mr. Witch Hunter... We can't tolerate a wizard leaving Barton Village. She killed many people. The beastman attack two months ago must have been caused by her!"

It was still the man who presided over the trial. Although he was a little afraid, his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Daphne.

The people with the same expression as him might have imposed the guilt of the beastman attack and the inability to protect their families on the girl, and the veins on their arms holding the muskets were bulging.

These words caused Daphne, who was wrapped in a black windbreaker, to tremble. She subconsciously wanted to curl up and squat on the ground.

Victor held the girl's head with his right hand. His cold and sharp tone did not change at all. He whispered: "Leave it to me."

The pistol was taken out again, and Victor pointed at the leading man: "If she is a witch, according to the laws of Wissen Territory, you must immediately report the matter to the nearest Sigma Church, but you took the initiative to lynch her, which is suspected of harboring her.

If she is not, you are just feeling guilty about the beastmen attacking the village, and you are committing murder by blaming Daphne.

With the power granted by His Majesty the Emperor Blessed by Sigmar-Karl Franz and His Majesty the High Priest Walkerma, I, Victor Salzpyre, have the right to judge you on the spot!"

The witch hunter was murderous. He held Daphne's head with one hand and pointed a gun at the head of the village leader with the other hand. The completely different temperament seemed to confirm his inner persistence.

"I..." The leader was a little afraid, but the musket in his hand gave him great courage. Five muskets were pointed at the witch hunters. Even if these guys were as scary as the legend said, they would definitely be injured. With a few dung forks, they would definitely win.

Victor didn't give him a chance to say more. After pulling the trigger, the bullet passed by his ear.

In the increasingly fearful eyes of the villagers, Victor put the pistol into his belt and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "This is a warning... Sigma will not give fools a second chance."

The first person who threw down the musket, along with the remaining three, threw down. They wanted to vent their anger, but it didn't mean they wanted to die.

When the witch hunter drew his sword, it meant a massacre. Adhering to the principle of killing the wrong person rather than letting him go, the witch hunter is both the guardian of the empire and the executioner.

"Very good..." Victor hugged Daphne and held the girl around his waist. He was not a fool. If he stayed in Barton Village, there might be accidents.

Before leaving, the witch hunter "politely" used three silver coins to take away a few pieces of clothes hanging in front of the door of the farmer at the entrance of the village, and then quickly ran to the northwest.

At the edge of a forest, Victor put down the girl on his waist, took away the witch hunter's black leather coat, and handed over the clothes he had just received.

"Now, I ask you questions, don't have any doubts, understand."

Daphne, who hugged the woolen sweater, still had some fear in her brown eyes. She escaped the trial of her hometown, but where would the witch hunter take her next.

"Understand, understand."

"First, when did you feel that you could release the flame."

"A long time ago, I told my mother that I felt a sense of intimacy when I looked at the flame in the stove... But my mother said not to mention these things, and she didn't let me light a fire to cook."

"How long ago."

"I don't know, I forgot."

Victor nodded. The affinity with the wind of magic is often innate. If a person was originally a magic idiot and suddenly became a genius one day, there is no doubt that he must have been affected by evil forces.

If Daphne's mother didn't let her touch the fire in order to protect her child, it would be normal to burn a piece of farmland under extreme conditions.

"Second, do you have any relatives?"

"I have two uncles, but they..."

The sobbing girl made Victor speechless for a moment, and he took off his gauntlet and stroked her head to comfort her.

He had seen witch hunting many times... If the two uncles were not dead, they must have taken away all the property in her house.

"Third, are you willing to go to Altdorf, pass the purity judgment of the church, enter the magic academy under the watchful eyes of Sigma, and become a battle mage to serve the emperor in the future."

"I..."

Obviously Daphne rarely came into contact with these lofty terms. Altdorf was not far from Wisen Territory, but for people in remote villages, it was already a world away.

And the magic academy and the battle mage have nothing to do with ordinary farmers. Perhaps wizards are the terms they are more familiar with.

"Don't rush to give me an answer... The empire will not miss any potential user of the Wind of Magic."

After saying that, Victor walked to the side and picked up a few pieces of dry firewood, piled them into the shape of a bonfire, and motioned Daphne to light them herself.

The little girl's outstretched palm trembled constantly. In Victor's emotionless look, a small flame emerged from her palm and slowly slid into the firewood.

Very weak...

Having seen Orseya's attainments in the Wind of Aksha, Victor had a clear understanding of the destructive power that the Flame Mage could cause. If the female elf was like a violent erupting volcano, Daphne in front of him was just a flame ignited by straw.

But the elf's talent for the Wind of Magic... Victor didn't want to think too much about it. As long as Daphne could become a battle mage in the future, it would be the best contribution to the empire and the only possibility for her to survive.

Victor took out the dry food and water and handed them to Daphne. His serious expression finally changed and became a little gentler.

"Eat it. We still have a long way to go..."

"Thank you." Daphne took the dry food and water, carefully looked at Victor, and when she saw the eagle-like eyes looking at her, she immediately lowered her head in fear.

He is a good man... better than the uncles and aunts in the village. (End of this chapter)