This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 191 - 182: The Distorted Truth (Extra Release for Votes)

Chapter 191: Chapter 182: The Distorted Truth (Extra Release for Votes)

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At this point, the City Lord suddenly paused and looked at Lette and Unica.

"May I ask, how much do you know about this Hegro Fishing Village?"

Lette and Unica exchanged a glance and simply mentioned the information they knew.

Unexpectedly, after listening, the City Lord suddenly laughed.

"This information, is it from the fishermen who escaped from Hegro?"

"Indeed, the narrator was one of the fishermen,"

Lette squinted slightly: "Why, is there any problem?"

"They say they are a fishing village blessed by the sea? Hahaha, how ridiculous!"

Lette was somewhat puzzled: "The Sea Clan says the same thing."

"Wrong, wrong, all wrong!"

The City Lord pressed both hands on the desk: "Hegro is a fishing village that is imprisoned! The people living there have not been blessed by the sea at all; rather, they have been exiled by it.

Because the ancestors of this group were pirates who roamed the seas committing massacres and plundering.

Their acts were so cruel that even the vast and mighty sea could not tolerate their sins.

The sea imprisoned them in one place, not allowing them to communicate with the outside world.

There is Hegro! In ancient language, it means prison.

And their so-called village chief is actually the prison warden, and the warden of that prison. His existence is to monitor these prisoners.

He is the one blessed by the Sea God in that lineage."

Unica found it hard to believe; she had just been one of the so-called sea-blessed villagers of Hegro and suddenly turned into the sinful lineage of pirates.

As if seeing through Unica’s thoughts, the City Lord suddenly pointed at her: "You, you are not."

"Me? I’m not what?"

"You are not a descendant of those wicked pirates; you belong to the lineage of the village chief."

"You, how do you know?"

The City Lord laughed strangely: "Because the first person to leave the fishing village was the old village chief’s son, your father.

Only when your lineage left did the sea’s curse on the village develop a loophole.

After that, one imprisoned prisoner after another left the sea’s cage.

And the sea, upon realizing all this, wanted angrily to devour the entire fishing village.

The then village chief, your grandfather, with kind intentions, unwilling to let the remaining villagers perish, drove everyone out.

He himself as the last village guardian lived and died with the village.

Aren’t those folks from the fishing port saying they are not good at fishing?

In reality, they have always been cursed by the sea.

Just before, when they honestly served their sentence and obeyed the arrangements of the village chief or prison warden.

They were able to catch delicious fish.

That was the sea’s blessing to the lineage of the village chief; they were just following to drink the soup.

Now that they’ve come to Harbor City and lost the protection of the village chief’s lineage, they have naturally returned to being cursed by the sea.

If not for my frequent aid in the name of Harbor City, these guys would have starved to death long ago."

Lette fell into contemplation, suddenly understanding the Liar Demon’s comments about this Harbor City.

Although its area is large and its population many, the time of lies is too short.

In contrast, Hegro Fishing Village, though small in area and fewer in number, the lies have brewed for too long.

It was as if it were a vintage wine, with time making the lie of wine more rich and intoxicating.

Here, Harbor City, is where the Liar Demon poured his efforts into hunting.

But there, the small fishing village, is what he discovered as a treasure, precious beyond this vast Harbor City.

"It seems that the thick fog comes from the small fishing village."

Lette swung his leg, organizing his thoughts: "Truly a long ancient lie, from prisoners to believers blessed by the sea.

The lie replaced the truth...

No wonder the Liar Demon would choose that place as his lair."

Unica gradually emerged from the discovery of her heritage; she had recently learned that her mother and grandmother were said to be witches.

Now this, having her father and grandfather as sea-blessed village guardians.

Yet, upon hearing the City Lord, Unica remained somewhat skeptical.

"From what you just said, the lineage of the village chief should know the truth. Why, why haven’t they spoken it, why haven’t they corrected that lie?"

The City Lord didn’t speak, but Lette opened his mouth instead.

"A well-intentioned lie."

Lette looked at Unica: "Perhaps, at some point, a village guardian felt that instead of living in this isolated village as warden and prisoner,

it was better to live as village chief and villagers, happier that way.

Therefore, the one who told this lie wasn’t those villagers, but the village guardian chosen by the sea.

Moreover, it was a lie passed down from generation to generation, never ceasing.

A well-intentioned... lie."

Unica seemed thoughtful, not speaking further.

Lette looked towards the City Lord: "Don’t avoid the issue. Since the fishing village matter has been explained, what about you and those mages?"

"I know what Your Highness wants to ask. Yes, those mages... originated from the Tower of Truth."

Feeling the strong surge of murderous intent from Lette, the City Lord hurriedly added.

"But they are not Truth Remnants. Or rather, they are not the same as those lunatics attacking the Holy City!"

Lette raised an eyebrow, temporarily reining in his aggression: "Oh? What makes you say that?"

The City Lord breathed out, carefully pulling a parchment scroll from a book beside him and handed it to Lette.

Lette took a glance, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Truth Workshop?"

"Yes, this organization originated from the Tower of Truth. Like the Tower of Truth, they believe in the Lord of Truth, but they do not agree with the Tower of Truth’s philosophy and regard it as heresy, even as a mortal enemy."

Lette said nothing, just examined the emblem of the Truth Workshop.

It was similar to the symbol of the Tower of Truth, a circular array with the open Gate of Truth at the top.

The difference was that the emblem of the Tower of Truth had a tall tower standing in the center, its tip already touching the Gate of Truth.

The Tower of Truth scholars’ aspiration of walking into the Gate of Truth they yearned for.

Yet, the diagram for Truth Workshop transformed the tall Mage Tower into a vast and wide workshop.

"Interesting."

Seeing this, the City Lord quickly continued: "The people of Truth Workshop call themselves workshop magicians, referring to the members of the Tower of Truth as tower mages.

Tower mages like to establish their mage towers in remote, secret places, generally not connecting with ordinary people.

But workshop magicians work to settle in cities, actively engaging with citizens, becoming a part of the city, mutually dependent!"

Lette lifted his eyelids: "Now, the entire First Empire is full of these things, right?"

"Yes... that’s the case. With the help of workshop magicians, the whole empire is flourishing. People are more prosperous, and the nation is getting stronger!"

Lette sneered, glancing at the other party.

"My dear City Lord, have you been to their workshops?"

The City Lord suddenly froze, instantly speechless.

"Stupid, stupid in a fresh and refined way. Besides the apparent alchemy workshop, they have an underground workshop, do you know?"