Chapter 92: This is the rule for our survival
Marl’s howling not only awakened the villagers but also reached the center of the Daniels Family’s base.
Yara, who was listening to the guards’ report, had a change in expression.
She suddenly stood up and ran to the second floor, overlooking from above.
She could see that with the sound of the howling, people in the village were gathering.
Her body trembled slightly. What she had feared still happened.
It was just George and a few Temple Warriors—although troublesome, she would not be so afraid.
After all, the Holy Scriptures of the Church of the Sanctuary were inscribed with goodness.
Even if the Daniels Family couldn’t rely on sheer manpower to kill George, it would not result in the extermination of the Daniels Family.
But this frenzied howling was clearly not from someone like George.
"Master, George has returned. He also brought Temple Warriors. They broke open the main gate under the pretense of tracking werewolf traces," Yara’s guard captain Calon wore iron armor.
After the lord permitted the blacksmiths to operate, Yara was the first to arm her guard.
"Master, please come with me. We need to go to the fortress,"Calon said.
Yara did not construct a manor. In her original plan, the entire village was to function as a massive manor.
This arrangement made the villagers live closely together, but likewise, the main Daniels branch lacked the protection of a manor.
Thus, to prevent unexpected situations, a small fortress was built behind the base.
Of course, to outsiders, they would refer to this place as the Guard Base.
The small fortress was not large, only two stories, and could only accommodate a little over thirty people—but this was enough for temporary defense.
Yara clenched her fists tightly, her teeth gritted.
"No. Mobilize all the guards and soldiers. Have them assemble here,"she said.
"This—"Calon hesitated slightly.
"That’s an order. Are you hesitating?" Yara suddenly turned around and stared hard at Calon.
"Yes! Your command!" Calon immediately responded, then quickly went off to gather the personnel.
Marl had run three laps around the village, shouting loudly. His legs were weak, his throat hoarse, his face flushed red, and his gaze was fanatical.
Behind him, three Temple Warriors looked somewhat tense—they needed to protect Marl.
Following them were the Believers.
Close to fifty people—some fully healthy, some physically impaired, some elderly—regardless of gender, all followed with fervent eyes, even while gasping for breath and coughing up blood.
Beyond this group, those who couldn’t comprehend this Faith cowered in their homes, watching in fear.
Facing the frenzy of over fifty people, no one dared stand in their way.
Marl led them to the site of the burned-down small church.
George was already there, carrying the Sacred Cross on his back.
Marl panted, his face filled with the joy of success.
Those Believers who had followed him knelt to George.
They either recounted their pain or cursed the Daniels Family for burning down the small church.
Now, none of them feared the Daniels Family.
George looked at Marl with a complicated expression.
At that moment, chaotic footsteps approached. Calon arrived with a group of over thirty guards.
They stood at a distance, all clad in fine equipment, holding spears and shields, standing in neat four-row formations.
Once they stood firm, under Calon’s lead, they let out war cries, then beat their spears against their shields.
The sound of shouting and banging, from chaotic to ordered, gradually exuded a barbaric warlike aura.
Outside of this sound, the fanatical Believers gradually awakened from their frenzy.
Marl’s expression changed, and he was about to speak again,
However, George stopped him.
"Yara, we need to talk,"George shouted.
Da-da-da, the sound of horse hooves rang out.
Yara rode her horse and came around the side of the guards.
"Yes, we do need to talk,"Yara said.
Her eyes immediately caught sight of Marl, filled with intense malice.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she committed Marl’s face to memory.
"Come with me," Yara said. "Don’t worry about them, as long as they don’t do anything foolish."
There seemed to be a trace of contempt in Yara’s words.
With a pull of the reins, she turned her direction and rode off, her golden hair fluttering in the wind.
George planted the Sacred Cross on the spot and followed after her.
Marl opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing to stop them.
He glanced at the neatly lined Daniels Family guard, then looked at the Believers, who were gradually regaining clarity with some lingering fear.
Marl stood beside the Sacred Cross, enduring the pain in his throat and loudly reciting the Holy Scriptures.
The voice of the Scriptures spread out, and the fearful Believers gradually calmed down.
The three Temple Warriors also joined in the recitation, guiding the Believers to follow along.
The Sacred Cross standing there emitted a soft glow, as if soothing them.
"Is this your goal?" Yara, riding on horseback, stopped at the location where the small church had initially been planned.
From here, one could see the burned-down small church, the vigilant guards, and the villagers engaged in recitation.
"We only wish to take these Believers with us,"George said, standing beside Yara.
"They should not die here,"his voice carried a hint of anger.
After learning that Yara had burned the small church, it was only natural to understand what followed.
"They were already dead the moment they accepted the Church’s Faith," Yara said indifferently and without fear.
"Your Gospel granted them collective Enlightenment. If it were only this, we would be pleased to maintain friendly relations with you."
"But your Faith is too aggressive, it will destroy order."
"So they must die."
"We must defend this foundation."
George shook his head.
"They merely want to survive."
Yara laughed. Her appearance was beautiful, but the words she spoke were ice cold.
"Without the money we give to the Church, the wheat flour we provide, would you even survive?"
"This world is inherently built on layers of exploitation.
"We exploit the commoners, and the lord exploits us."
"Of course, the word ‘exploit’ sounds too harsh."
"Perhaps calling it ‘support’ is more appropriate—the commoners support us, and we support the lord."
"Look at my guards," Yara pointed to Calon and the others.
"This is merely a guard unit gathered within a few months since I established the village, centered around a few personal guards."
"With them here, I have no fear of werewolves."
"And with them here, I can protect the commoners in the village."
"You’ve seen it too—those two villages slaughtered by werewolves. They had more people than Daniels Village, but in just one night, those mutts wiped them all out."
"You are now a Temple Warrior. You’ve hunted werewolves. Looking at my guard, you should know that in a frontal battle,
unless the werewolves have at least double their number, they wouldn’t be able to break through."
"Besides, I also have tall wooden walls."
"This is why the lower-class commoners must be ruled by us."