The sun had risen an hour ago.
The adventurer named Selven, who was driving the wagon, had dark circles under his eyes and irritated eyes, as he had not slept in order to meet the deadline Dylan had set for him to arrive on time in the city of Teristan.
"My lord, the city is in sight," "Selven said in a tired voice.
"Keep going, and show your adventurer ID so we can get in. If they ask what we're doing in the city of Teristan, be creative. "Dylan, who was already getting a little bored, instructed.
"Yes, my lord." Selven continued driving until he reached the guard post set up on the road leading to the city, home to nearly 20,000 people, more than 80 percent of whom were ordinary humans.
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A day after they entered the city where the streets and sidewalks were paved with black stones, Dylan and Selven settled near a water well, since in that medium-sized city, where there were still wooden buildings in the residential area of the poor and ordinary humans who lived in the city, who represented more than 80 percent of the population, they used the well to obtain water for their needs, so every night, Dylan, during the previous night, dropped dozens of drops of perverse red magic water, which he then divided into smaller drops, so that when people drew water from the well, he subtly passed through their bodies and left the rest of what they did with the water to chance.
Selven, who had been watching what the wizard in the robe was doing, remained silent, as he was frightened and still vividly remembered how the gypsies had been tortured.
...
The next day, two wounded young men with emaciated appearances arrived in the city. They went to the city officials' headquarters and reported what had happened in the city that had been attacked by the Zarcorianos.
That day, after learning this information, the officials approached the Baron in charge of the city, who was a mid-level 3-Moon wizard.
At dusk, the Baron informed the people in his circle of influence, and they left the city. They left the citizens of the city as cannon fodder to buy time and avoid being pursued.
...
Dylan watched everything that happened from the rooftops of the buildings.
"Ha ha ha, very wicked, they deserve to live," Dylan thought with a satisfied smile, then lay down on the roof and watched the barely visible moon through the clouds.
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The next day, panic was evident, as the mid-ranking officers who remained in the city realized that the nobles and higher-ranking officers had abandoned the city to its fate.
In a three-story building, on the first floor, some officers were arguing.
"We must evacuate!"
"Do you think we have time? They'll be here by dawn at the latest. If we take into account the time it took those young people to get here in these conditions."
"What do you suggest, that we escape and leave those people to die?" asked an officer who appeared to be 40 years old.
The guards remained silent, not knowing what to do.
Applause!
Bang!
The head of the officer who appeared to be 40 years old exploded when a magic water ball hit his head.
"Yes, my dear officers. He was right, so I need you to gather most of the population in the main square," Dylan said maliciously, still wearing his gray robe and hood.
Six drops of red magic water pierced the officers' bodies, and then one of them suddenly exploded, splattering everything with flesh, blood, and human debris.
"That could happen to all five of you if you make me wait," Dylan warned, using a relaxed tone this time, and then sat down in a chair.
"No... you won't kill us..."
Bang!
Screams!
"You dare question me?"
When the four officers heard Dylan's question and saw the officer whose right leg had completely exploded, they hurried to follow Dylan's order.
"Selven! Come in!" Dylan ordered.
Shortly after, the nervous adventurer entered.
"Slowly gut that stupid officer who questioned me, make sure he doesn't die too quickly."
"As... as you wish, my lord," said Selven, drawing a dagger from his side and approaching the officer, who looked terrified.
Screams!
Blood!
••••
When dusk had fallen, and it was quite cold due to the light snowfall, thousands of people gathered in the town square.
In front of them, on a stage made of compacted snow, stood Dylan and Selven.
The eyes of the adventurer Selven had become somber after disemboweling the officer. The memory came and went incessantly. Before, he had justified the deaths of the gypsies he killed by telling himself that he had helped them escape suffering, but now he knew that what he had done was unjustifiable.
Dylan spoke, infusing his voice with mana to amplify its reach:
"Kind people, I know you must be cold, but I have summoned you to inform you that the nobles and high-ranking officers have abandoned the city because a group of bloodthirsty Zarcorians is approaching."
People shuddered as they listened to the words of the hooded figure on stage.
"You can try to escape, but you will be pursued and caught, and the end will be dire.
But I am here as an envoy of the Crimson God, who asked me to bring you salvation.
Do you want to be saved?"
Many people watched the scene with disbelief and others with contempt, but seeing the four guards near the stage, they did not dare to hesitate.
A red dragon and an almost transparent dragon appeared behind Dylan and flew above him.
"If you do not wish to be saved, I will leave immediately.
Answer me, do you want salvation?"
The imposing dragons made a great impression on the people who saw the man in the robe as someone powerful.
We want to be saved!
Salvation!
Salvation!
Dylan looked closely at the gathered crowd and saw a mother with a baby. The baby had some of Dylan's magic drops inside it.
"That baby has received the blessing of the Crimson God!" exclaimed Dylan.