The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 77 Infant Killing

As the sun set, a crowd gathered at the temple entrance, creating a noisy and chaotic atmosphere, while ravens circled overhead.

A figure dressed in a gray robe stood at the front of the crowd, his body completely covered.

But from her thin figure and protruding belly, it was clear that she was a woman.

Beside her stood a young man with brown hair.

He was wearing a thick cotton coat and holding a rusty wood-chopping knife that he had picked up from somewhere. He was waving it fiercely at the protesters who had surrounded him.

"Damn it, you bunch of bastards who deserve smallpox, get the hell out of here, get away from me!"

"Logan! You brat, what are you doing here instead of working for Master Marcus?"

Some of the protesters shouted slogans.

Logan, holding a machete, pointed it at the man. "Shut your filthy mouth. Do I need to tell you why I'm here?"

"Is the person next to you your older sister, Little Margot?"

The gray-robed woman beside Logan trembled and let out a low sob.

"Is that Margot? I recognize her voice!" someone among the protesters shouted.

"I know why they're here! It's infanticide! Margot wants to kill the baby in her womb!"

"My God! Does this godforsaken place have any conscience at all? That was a life!"

"Logan, please talk to your sister, my poor little Margot."

Words of persuasion and insults continued to emanate from the protesters.

Logan noticed that the woman beside him was trembling more and more violently, and she kept whispering the name of the goddess Meritelli.

Logan's face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck, as he roared forcefully.

"Damn it, you bunch of country bumpkins, lackeys of the nobility, what do you know?!"

"This child is not what we wanted at all. Even if we give birth to him, we don't have the money to raise him!"

Upon hearing this, the protesters became enraged, raised their weapons, and continued to move closer to Logan's position.

"Oh, that damned bastard, that whore's son of a bitch, we should teach him a lesson!"

"Infanticide? I really don't understand what you're thinking. It's a child. How can you not raise it? Even if you throw it in the ground, the child can grow up on its own like wheat."

Logan gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands and swallowed hard.

The temple gates behind them remained tightly shut, and the atmosphere had become tense.

"stop!"

A loud voice rang out from behind the protesters.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

Two guards in plate armor, each carrying a halberd, created a passage through the protesters.

A man dressed in green and white brocade robes walked out from there.

He had striking features and an imposing presence. He wore a jade pendant on his chest, a silver-white pair of scissors in his left breast pocket, and a string of tiny pearls adorned his cinched cuffs.

"It's Baron Marcus."

"Is it really him? Which magnanimous lord?"

"It's him. I heard he has a manor south of town."

The protesters whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with fear and envy.

Baron Marcus completely ignored the gazes around him, instead staring intently at the grey-robed woman beside Logan.

"Oh, my dear Margot, stop making a fuss and come back with me."

Upon hearing this voice, the woman in the gray robe froze, but did not turn around.

Logan roared, "Owen Marcus, I won't let you near my sister again!"

Baron Marcus's expression darkened upon hearing this.

"Logan, I'm only being polite to you because you're Margot's brother. If you dare speak to me like that again, I'll have your tongue pulled out, hang you from a tree, and give you twenty lashes."

"And Margot, I'm here. That's enough. Come back with me. That's an order."

Logan gave a bitter laugh. "Bullshit orders, bullshit orders! Bullshit nobles!"

"The Kingdom of Cordwin abolished that bastard's right of first night long ago, but what about you? You used that right to force yourself on my sister and got her pregnant. What kind of sincerity is that?!"

Baron Marcus's face darkened, becoming so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

Especially in public, among these lowly people, they were publicly insulted.

He clenched his fists. "Margot, whatever compensation you want, I'll agree to it. You know I love you. Come back with me."

The woman in the gray robe sniffed and slowly turned around.

"Sister, don't listen to him."

Logan gritted his teeth and tried to persuade him.

The woman in the grey robe placed her hands on her swollen belly, her voice hoarse, "Owen, you say you love me, how can you prove it?"

Baron Marcus spread his hands. "Isn't my personal presence enough proof?"

"No, that's not enough!"

"Then tell me what you want. I can give you money and a house, as long as you come back to me and give birth to our child, I can forgive your brother's rude behavior just now."

Margot, in his grey robes, took a deep breath. "I don't want any of that. I want you to divorce Nicole and marry me!"

Baron Marcus's face, which had finally softened, fell again, and he waved his hand forcefully.

"Divorce? Margot? Are you kidding me? That's impossible!"

Margot in the grey robe let out a bitter laugh. "I knew it, Owen Marcus, your love is too cheap. You can't even make this small sacrifice."

Baron Marcus said coldly, "This is no small sacrifice. Nicole's father, like me, is a baron. I cannot divorce her because of you."

"Huh?" Margot in gray robes exclaimed, quickly turning around to face the Temple of Meritelli.

Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and cried out.

"By the goddess Meriteli, are you really not going to do anything about your devout followers?"

"Your followers are suffering greatly, and the seeds of cold-bloodedness are growing within them. I only want to remove them."

"presumptuous!"

Baron Marcus roared, his words utterly trampling his noble dignity into the ground.

He gestured to the guards beside him.

"That shameless bitch, drag her over here!"

With a swing of his halberd, the crowd around him immediately parted, and the halberd's tip headed towards the Maglogan siblings.

Logan, holding a machete in his right hand and pulling Margot's wrist with his left, retreated towards the temple gate while shouting.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Margot's cries grew increasingly mournful.

"I am praying to you, I am asking for your help, please help me, Goddess Meritelli, even just open the door and let me hide inside."

The guards' halberds were getting closer and closer.

The tightly closed doors of the Temple of Meriteli finally stirred.

"Squeak!"

The temple doors opened a crack, and Mia, dressed in a white nun's habit, stepped out halfway.

She looked anxiously at Margot in his grey robes, her voice urgent, "Quick, come in quickly."

"Margot, let's go inside quickly!"

Logan shouted, and Margot in the grey robe quickened her pace.

When she looked up, her face, which had been hidden under the gray hood, was revealed.

With a square face, a sunken nose, rough skin, and many white spots on her cheeks, she could hardly be described as beautiful.

If a nobleman were to take a fancy to a woman like that, his taste would definitely be ridiculed by his circle of friends.

Especially after seeing Margot's gray robes, Mia's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran through her abdomen.

In those brown, triangular eyes, there was no piety, not even a trace of gratitude for being saved; only the smugness and mockery of someone who had succeeded in their wicked scheme…