Chapter 206 - 22: Salted Fish Port (3)

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Chapter 206 of "The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!" opens showing developments: Chapter 206: Chapter 22: Salted Fish Port (3) When Shelley saw Dean, her first words were,... Keep reading!

Chapter 206: Chapter 22: Salted Fish Port (3) When Shelley saw Dean, her first words were, "Is that the Priest who likes to run away? He brought so many people, he’s not here to freeload off us, is he? That’s too much!" Yes, Dean brought a lot of people, and they were all peasants, ragged peasants. Or rather, impoverished peasants. Even Dean himself dressed like a pauper. His hair was messy, his face dirty, sporting a scruffy beard. His white robe had nearly turned gray, holding a crutch, barefoot. Instead of a Priest, he looked more like a beggar. "Make way! Make way! Understand? These two tents are too close; how are others supposed to pass through? Whose stuff is this? Don’t pile it here, okay? It’s blocking the way!" At the moment, he was loudly shouting, commanding a large crowd of peasants to set up camp on the outskirts of Salted Fish Port, preparing to stay there. Countless peasants, carts, and various rudimentary hand-pulled carts loaded with all sorts of things, piled up like a mountain. It looked like they were fleeing for their lives. Gray rode his horse, standing on the hill with Shelley and Yilin, watching from a distance. "These people seem to listen to him." Yilin was dumbfounded, "What is he trying to do? I haven’t seen him for years, how did he end up like this?" Gray whispered, "Maybe I should go ask him what exactly he’s planning." "Then why don’t you go ask him?" asked the Black Cat. "I’m afraid of scaring them. After all, no one likes Liches, right?" *"You shouldn’t think that way. Take me for example, I quite like Liches. And there’s Shelley, Yilin, and many others. Honestly, at first I was pretty hopeless, but now it seems it’s not like that. Prejudice can be changed little by little. Huoersi and the Silver Moon Knight Order get along quite well, don’t they? Um... I mean, at least they didn’t fight each other, and neither side ran away."* In the distance, a middle-aged man carrying a box saw Gray and froze. Soon, the others carrying boxes nearby noticed him too, followed by everyone else. From a distance, almost all the peasants stopped what they were doing, standing quietly, looking at Gray. Including the children. Even Dean turned around, looking at Gray from afar. There were no expected screams or panic, they just stood quietly, watching. The scene looked like it had frozen. Gray also watched them from afar. Gradually, people began whispering to each other. Dean placed his crutch on the ground, opened his arms, and then bowed towards Gray from afar. The surrounding peasants also took off their hats and bowed to Gray from a distance. Gray was stunned. "What are they doing?" Shelley asked uncertainly. "They’re bowing to me?" Gray could hardly believe his eyes. Yilin was also shocked. "Holy Knight! We’re here to support you!" Dean shouted. "Baron Gray! We’ve come!" "Saint!" "Commander—!" The peasants waved at Gray. On the hill, both the two humans and the Lich, along with a cat, were stunned. The Black Cat whispered, "I think you can go now, they surely won’t be scared away." Hearing these words, Gray slowly rode forward, slowly, with a nervous heart. Yilin and Shelley stayed on their horses, watching quietly. Until Gray was only about twenty meters away, Dean started running, grabbed Gray’s reins, then laughed heartily. The surrounding peasants cautiously crowded towards Gray, watching him quietly, or rather, curiously. Some even had a degree of fear on their faces, but they all smiled, not looking like they were ready to run away. Gray dismounted and asked softly, "Are you... bringing them to seek refuge with me? But I can’t take care of them." "No," Dean winked, "we aren’t here to seek refuge with you, we’re here to protect you." "Protect me?" "Yes, remember the story of Alboiseld? The Holy Spirit loves people so much that it could execute its own Holy Sect members for that love. I believe, if the people loved by the Holy Spirit stand by your side, the Holy Spirit could accept you as a true Holy Knight because of its love for the people. Although you are already a true Holy Knight, undeniably." Sudden change left Gray slightly open-mouthed, not knowing what to say, only able to look vaguely around at everyone. "Remember me?" A big man squeezed in front of Gray, shouting, "Holy Knight! Lion King City promised you free lifetime pork! Well, my butcher shop has closed, but I still support you!" "Me too!" A tall, skinny young man squeezed in front of Gray, "Almost invited you for a drink! This time I brought my wife and children, hoping you could truly drink a cup I offer, fulfilling my little wish." "I’m the old man you helped up several times! Now it’s my turn to help you!" "I’m the reporter who reported your news daily!" "Remember me? I’m the drunkard who took your money! I’ve quit drinking now!" "Commander! Remember us? We are members of the Silver Moon Knight Order! You said we should find you when we come of age!" "I’m the convict pardoned by you in Ailuo, I’ve turned my life around!" "I used to be a maid in Lion King Palace; you helped me!" "Horse seller from Iliad Duchy, remember me?" "Harvey’s sailor!" "I’m a farmer from Bivis!" The chatter mixed with laughter. Who could imagine that standing among them was a Lich? Gray was bewildered. Belinda and Abod floating in the air were stunned; Zeda hiding in the distance was also amazed. Dean spread his hands, smiling, "Here’s a White City Priest inspired by you." A child about Richie’s age squeezed in front of Gray, tugging Gray’s hand, saying, "Holy Knight, can I put my hand in your eye socket?" "Sure." Gray bowed slightly. The child raised his little fist, putting his hand into Gray’s eye socket, even poking Gray’s soul fire. "This fire doesn’t burn!" The child smiled, raising his finger. The surrounding people also laughed. A little girl said, "Mom, can I touch the Holy Knight’s skull?" "Are you not afraid of me?" "No, not afraid. Mom says the Holy Knight is good. No, a good Lich." Gray lowered his head, extending his skull. *"What a bizarre scene..." Belinda didn’t know what language to use to describe what was happening in front of her.* Looking at the crowd surrounding him, Gray’s gaze finally rested on Dean. He wanted to say something, but didn’t know what, only able to look at him quietly. *"I thought about it for a long time and finally figured it out," Dean clasped his hands, smiling, "Actually, the Holy Spirit, Angel, Demon, Church, Lich, Light, Dark, none of them are important. My faith never was or should be in these. Our faith should be to make this world better. You are willing to do that, um... the Lich willing to do that. Many people don’t accept or understand you, but we want you to know, some people stand by your side. Humans are ignorant, easily swayed, faith weak, quick to betray. But eventually, some wake up; hope you don’t give up on us.* "I, I thought you all abandoned me." "No, impossible. We can’t watch another ’Alboiseld’ burned in front of us. I won’t allow it. Just as you said, if it’s right, even if one person remains, we must persist." Dean turned to the peasants, shouting, "Don’t you agree?" "Yes!" everyone responded. The pork butcher waved his fist, shouting, "Liches are fine as long as they don’t eat pork!" "If you Lich should be crusaded against, then all those nobles should go to hell!" the old granny threatened fiercely. "If the Holy Spirit doesn’t bless you, then I swear, I’ll never go to church again!" the young girl shouted angrily. "I won’t donate money to the church anymore!" the merchant shouted. "I will pile garbage in front of the church!" the cleaner threatened. "These God’s servants don’t do better than a Lich, and they dare to crusade you? They should be crusaded!" "I am dumb, don’t understand Light and Dark, but I know the Holy Knight is good!" "We trust our eyes and feelings. We’ve praised you countless times before, and will continue to do so." People chatted enthusiastically. Under the warm sunlight, Gray felt dizzy. *"Black Cat, I want to cry..."* *"You have no tears, can’t cry. But, understand your feelings... I want to cry too."* "Come! Lift our Holy Knight up! He’s our Holy Knight!" Dean shouted, "If they don’t want him, he’s ours!" "Yes!" A large group of peasants cheered, lifted Gray, and headed towards the castle. The noise alarmed the entire Salted Fish Port. Originally tightly closed doors and windows were quietly opened. Vivian stretched her neck. Richie peeked out, quietly watched. Yilin and Shelley followed closely on their horses, Shelley already tearful. Gray was lifted high, laughing with unprecedented joy. Liches have no tears; if they did, he probably would have cried. The Silver Moon Knight opened the castle gate for them. High above with Gray, they passed through the gate, across the castle square, into the main hall, placing Gray on the stone chair in the middle of the hall. Dean moved through the crowd, bringing a wreath of wildflowers, placing it like a crown on Gray’s head. Gray gently touched the wreath on his head. *"You are not just our Holy Knight, but our king, the beacon of justice. We won’t let this hard-won light fade. No one can take it, not even the Holy Spirit!"* Dean turned, announcing loudly, "We will become your shield, defending against all arrows shot at you! We will become your sword, rebuking all slander against you! Honor you! Adore you! Unless the Holy Spirit wants Angel’s sword tainted with its believer’s blood, no one can harm you forever!" "Yes—!" The peasants cheered. Far away, outside the window, Belinda and Abod floating in the air watched quietly. *"This couldn’t be worse, right? Faith is really divided, thoroughly divided, starting from the bottom, not just the top splitting into two churches. I even can’t imagine what to do next."* "Can it be called division?" Belinda turned her face. Abod just watched quietly, not saying anything, but slowly smiled. Not far away, Zeda quietly disappeared into thin air.

Chapter 206 - 22: Salted Fish Port (3)

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