Chapter 1027 1009 True Faith

Chapter 1027 1009. True Faith

Facing Lan En's surprise and disbelief, Chapelle seemed very natural and calm.

If a person really believes in something, then he has nothing to hide about it.

"Eternal Flame."

Chapelle said calmly.

"Since you have come to Novigrad, you must know the Eternal Flame, Your Highness. It is a flame that never goes out, a symbol of indomitable spirit, and a bright path that leads us through the endless darkness."

"Eternal Flame, Your Highness, is the hope of all of us. Because what everyone - including you, me, and any other race - has is hope. I firmly believe in this."

He was not as passionate and emotional as the ordinary Eternal Flame missionaries, as if it would be blasphemous and disrespectful if he didn't speak louder when saying the words "Eternal Flame".

But this calm tone contains the piety and faith that is taken for granted.

Lan En was still blinking in doubt and surprise.

This is really too dramatic, even more dramatic than the drama being rehearsed on the stage.

Chapelle, the great villain that everyone in Novigrad knows.

He plotted, used violence, blackmailed merchants and guilds, and abused torture. For such a person, almost no one would think that he was a true believer. Faith was just a ladder for him to climb up.

But when the real Chapelle died, a shapeshifter, a creature that deserved to be exterminated by humans and burned at the stake as soon as it appeared in the doctrine of the Eternal Fire, replaced him and really believed in the Eternal Fire.

Although he should believe in some positive aspects of the doctrine of the Eternal Fire, rather than the whole, it was still enough to make Lan En feel absurd.

"But you should have known that someone in the temple guard has doubted your identity."

Lan En put his fingers under the hood and scratched his cheek, barely accepting the absurdity of reality.

"You really have become the person who should not believe in the Eternal Fire."

"It's nothing." Chapelle said calmly, as if those who were looking to find his flaws, pull him down, tear him apart and eat him didn't exist.

"Faith always comes from the heart, suddenly appearing, inexplicably enlightened."

"Do you need my help? Just arrange for those people to go out of the city for an official business, and then give me the route."

Lan En made a knife-like gesture to Chapelle with his palm.

Chapelle shook his head.

"It's unnecessary, and you can't kill them all, Your Highness. I believe you know this better than me."

"As long as there are still people who want to enter the temple guard, there must be people who want to climb up, or want to make a lot of money through their identities. And if you want to climb up, or break my control over the years to increase the intensity of profit, you must overthrow me."

"For those who want to overthrow me, I am full of loopholes. It's not checked at all."

Lan En shrugged, he was just being polite.

He saw through all these things as soon as he knew Chapelle's identity.

"By the way, I am very grateful that you can leave a way out for my livelihood in Novigrad."

Chapelle thanked Lan, and Lan accepted it calmly.

"Humans have reached a reconciliation with dwarves, halflings, gnomes, and elves, but still classify us as monsters."

At this point, Chapelle seemed a little depressed.

"Humans have even integrated with some of these races."

"Are we inferior to them in any way? Or is it that snow-white and plump, wide-open thighs, and chests that stretch shirts to the point where they can't be buttoned are the ticket to survival in the human world?"

"But no matter what, we have to live. In the past, we survived in the wilderness, but now, we want to enjoy the convenience of the city and live in the city."

Lan was silent for a moment, and then asked.

"Even if I have to make wicker baskets, beg, or steal in the city?"

"Yes, even if I have to do these. Or do business, run errands for people, I can do anything that humans can do. Who knows, maybe I can get married or something?"

"If you go to the edge of the cape and live alone for a while," Chapelle said, "eat only tree roots every day, get soaked, and freeze to death, you will understand."

"Sir, our lives also have pursuits. Even if we may encounter death on the way to pursuit."

"Understand."

Lan En sighed and nodded. Few people can live safely these days, let alone live happily.

"Just like we agreed, if you feel dangerous, you should withdraw in time."

"I will, I will" Chapelle looked at the city with a dazed look.

"But I want to try harder. There are 19 temples of the Eternal Fire in this city. The closest one is only a stone's throw away. The guards of the temples guarding the Eternal Fire shouldn't always do dirty things, right?"

People with true faith always think that they should try harder and hold on a little longer.

Lan En doesn't agree with most of the teachings of the Eternal Fire, but he knows that people like Chapelle can't be persuaded.

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The actors' rehearsals gradually stopped, and the mess on the stage was cleaned up by the staff behind the scenes, and props were put on.

The rows of benches under the stage gradually began to be occupied.

The audience was increasing as the performance time approached.

The Puffin team had a good publicity effect. They performed for free at the docks, streets, and markets, and distributed flyers for the play.

The Skellige sailors that Geralt invited at the dock also walked in like bandits.

These men from high-latitude islands are called sailors, but everyone knows that a normal Skellige man must have started his career as a pirate.

Most of them wore jackets and tights made of sealskin, walruses, or bearskin, with long swords or axes hanging around their waists. There must be Skellige-style tattoos on their open chests, and sometimes they would hang a sheathed dagger around their necks like a necklace.

Letting this group of people to maintain law and order can be said to be a perfect use of the rumors that mainlanders are afraid of Skellige islanders.

They are intimidating without taking action.

The children who wiped their noses everywhere, led by their parents, sat and moved around as if they had needles stuck in their buttocks.

The ticket price of Irena Theater's performance is not high-end, and it is at a level that street vendors can come in and relax for a while.

Soon, the entire mud floor of the slaughterhouse was filled with people, and those who had no seats simply stood by the slaughterhouse wall.

The vendors of the theater stepped on the mud, with a wooden box hanging on their chests, and walked among the audience with the box in both hands.

He walked and hawked: baked apples, sandwiches, and so on.

He was influenced by the theater, and his hawking voice was still tuneful.

The things that needed to be talked about had been talked about. Chapelle and Lan En stopped talking, just as if immersed in the atmosphere, watching the stage with the curtain drawn.

Lan En had never seen what a medieval drama looked like, so he was still a little interested.

A curtain announcer wearing a bright top and leggings took the stage first.

"Dear ladies! Respected gentlemen! Noble citizens of the supreme holy city, Novigrad! Welcome everyone."

His voice was rhythmic, and he attracted the attention of the originally noisy audience as soon as he opened his mouth.

While he was speaking, he also made body movements like chanting and praising in oil paintings, which seemed very exaggerated.

But this is exactly the aesthetic standard of this era.

So the audience in the audience were obviously excited and looking forward to it.

"We will enjoy a great comedy here!"

"That's right! This is a new masterpiece created by the famous poet, Master Dandelion, and the female bard Priscilla! Master Dandelion promised the gods that he would be a witness and narrator to present a wonderful story to the audience in Novigrad!"

"And this story is definitely familiar to everyone in recent times, because countless scholars have been studying it, and countless bards have been narrating it-the evil Southern Empire, after destroying Cintra, was finally blocked by the heroic Northern Alliance in the Soden area!"

The announcer on the stage was like telling a story to a child, with exaggerated expressions and movements, but it was just right in this era.

The audience below the stage included not only humans, but also dwarves and gnomes, etc. Vivaldi Bank also participated in the promotion at the request of Dudu.

Even bank employees were issued receipts.

This is how much support the bank provides to important customers.

So now several sturdy dwarves occupied several benches, their short and thick legs hanging in the air, unable to reach the ground, and they were swaying back and forth in excitement and anticipation.

"The name of the play is: "Smashing the Sun"! We will tell the thrilling journey of a key figure and soul figure in that great war!"

"The cast is: Katherina plays the helpless civilians! Leo Ribi plays the Nilfgaardian black dog! And the protagonist, the hero who got the title of Duke in the war, is..."

The announcer deliberately prolonged the tone, which aroused the audience's expectations.

"Novigrad's veteran actor, Ebolad Reza!"

It seems that this actor is quite famous in Novigrad. Lan En heard many women cheering from around his seat.

"We also have a heroine, played by the beautiful and experienced Lady Irena as the archmage! Lady Tishaya de Weris!"

Now it was the men who whistled indecently.

As the sky gradually darkened, the troupe pulled a lot of strings back and forth in the open field of the slaughterhouse, hung lanterns for lighting, and hung a lot of colorful flags.

The actors came on stage one by one, letting the audience determine their roles first.

Although the others caused cheers and applause when they appeared, only the male protagonist