After a banquet, someone had to deal with the leftovers and clean up the place.
After a murder, if the murderer was involved, then he had to clean up the crime scene and eliminate his own traces.
If it was a massacre, then there were even more things that needed to be cleaned up.
Dozens of lives, no more, no less. It had already surpassed the category of murder and could be considered as a massacre.
Many people here had died an unnatural death and were powerless to resist.
The attendants were slaughtered by the mercenaries, and then the mercenaries were killed by the knights. In the end, the knights also died, killed by a dog with a double-headed sword in its mouth. Their heads were like wheat being cut off by a sickle, falling to the ground one after another.
Here, blood flowed everywhere and heads rolled.
No matter what, there would be no more deaths, and those who were still alive no longer had the intention to continue killing. In other words, the strong men and the old men who had the ability to continue killing had no reason to continue.
The murder and massacre that happened here was forcibly ended by the girl named Lulunaka. Now, no one knew whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
But as long as she was still alive, it could be considered a good thing.
For Olga, this was even more so. As long as Romuona was still alive, it was more important than anything else.
But for Padding, perhaps being alive now was worse than being dead.
Olga was digging a hole a little further away from the road, in a relatively open area in the forest. The shovel in his hand kept falling down, digging a deep and wide hole, a hole that could bury at least a dozen people. The side of the hole was filled with soil, and he had to put the soil back into the hole later.
What made him feel lucky was that he was able to find a few shovels in the carriage that carried the goods, which made this job a lot easier. At the same time, he was glad that he was the one digging the hole and not the one waiting for the soil to fall on him.
He raised his head and looked at the other side of the road.
On the other side, Padding was doing the same thing as him. However, instead of digging one big hole, he was digging twelve small holes. Each hole was just big enough to bury a person.
Unlike the mercenaries who were piled up together for a mass burial, Padding managed to win a less ugly tribute for the twelve knights. They could be buried with their personal belongings, armors, and weapons, unlike the mercenaries who were robbed of all their belongings and buried like garbage.
Lulunaka didn't make things difficult for Padding. She just said, "As long as it's not a waste of time, you can do whatever you want … Just hope that the things on them won't be taken away?
That's fine. Anyway, the items of knights are too easily identifiable. It's not easy for me to deal with them. "After that, he left Padding alone.
The mercenaries were not so lucky. Everything that was slightly valuable on them had been taken away. There was nothing left for them except for tattered leather armors and old weapons that were too much of a hindrance.
Many of the things they had on them were snatched from the attendants. Now that they had been taken away, it could be said that they had returned them to their original owners. However, the original owners of these things were all dead. Therefore, these valuable things were thrown into the carriages.
Those attendants had long been buried in the ground. Only the slightly bulging, unnatural looking earth mounds could prove that they had once existed.
There were no tombstones or flowers. After a period of time, even these traces would no longer exist. Travelers passing by would not find dozens of innocent and pitiful lives buried here.
The attendants were buried by Olga and Padding together. Each of them had the right to their own grave.
These pitiful people were involved in a conspiracy that had nothing to do with them. They died miserably and could only be buried in this forest. They didn't even have the chance to go home after death.
Olga couldn't bring them back to life, but at least he hoped that they could sleep more comfortably. He found a place where the sun shone and dug beds for all of them.
Because of Padding's help, the work was finished quickly. They were Silver-ranked warriors. Although they couldn't prepare a coffin for each of them, digging a few graves was still very fast.
After burying all the attendants, Olga and Padding separated. The two of them went to prepare the graves for the other two groups of people.
When burying the attendants, Olga and Padding were silent. They didn't intend to talk to each other. After burying the attendants, the two of them separated.
Olga didn't have anything to say to the former perpetrator. He also didn't have the interest to ridicule the loser.
Padding's failure was not caused by him. He didn't have the qualifications to do so. Instead of ridiculing the loser, he was more inclined to cut off the head of the perpetrator and the loser.
But now he couldn't do that, because Padding Edgar's life was no longer his own. It belonged to Lulunaka, the alchemist.
Olga dug a hole while looking at the road.
The pit he had prepared for the mercenaries was not far from the caravan. From here, he could observe the caravan and the movement on the other side of the road at any time. He frequently turned his head to look in that direction, mainly because he was worried about Romuiona who was stuck with Luruna.
The two older men were digging a hole to bury the bodies, and the younger men were cleaning up the scene of the massacre.
Julius groped the bodies of the mercenaries, took out money and all the valuable things from their pockets, and put them into the bag beside him.
He wrapped the cross-shaped sword that Lulunaka gave him with a cloth and carried it on his back. It looked like he was carrying a big cross.
Julius was still wary of Lulunaka at first, but after Lulunaka gave him Padding's cross-shaped sword, his attitude softened a lot. And Lulunaka's words also touched his heartstrings.
"Don't you want to be a hero?
Then let's start with this sword. "
Julius could not resist such a temptation. Even if he had the prejudice that the other party was a witch who was good at bewitching others, he could not really stiffen his neck and return the sword.
So Julius comforted himself that this was not because he was greedy, nor was it because he was really deceived. He was just worried that the witch who gave him the sword would kill him because of his rejection. For his own life, he could only compromise to save his own life, and then think about the future.
Julius accepted the sword that Lulunaka gave him.
Since he accepted such a gift, Julius could not do nothing. He had to do something to repay Lulunaka. Now he was searching the corpses at Lulunaka's request.
Julius lost his parents when he was very young, and was an orphan who lived alone.
As long as it was something that could keep him alive, he would do it. Although he had never done something like searching corpses and taking valuables before, he could still muster up the courage to do it if it was up to him.
To be able to bite the bullet and jump out to live and die with Olga and Romuona, his courage was not small. Although this courage did not allow him to do anything, his legs were still trembling non-stop.
Olga did not allow Julius to touch the corpses of the pitiful followers, but the valuables that were no longer with them were taken away by Olga tacitly. Olga had no intention of asking Julius to hand them over as funerary objects.
As for the dead knights of the church, because Padding had obtained Lulunaka's permission, Julius did not have to search the knights who were wearing shiny chainmail armor.
Only the twenty-two mercenaries could be searched at will. As long as there was anything valuable, he could take it away.
This reduced Julius's workload by a lot, and also reduced the chances of him feeling nauseous and vomiting.
Most of the corpses were the followers, and most of the mercenaries were ambushed by the knights of the church.
In order to be fatal and not leave any loose ends, the knights did not make any unnecessary moves. Every move was aimed at the mercenaries' vital points. Some of the mercenaries even had arrows stuck in their heads, making them look like hedgehogs.
These mercenaries who died in shock had their bodies and faces frozen stiff and cold. This made Julius uneasy as he went over to search the corpses. He was worried that these ferocious-looking dead men would suddenly jump up and swing their weapons at him, a man who could not fight at all.
Olga would come over and take away the mercenaries' corpses that Julius searched, and throw them into the deep pit that he dug.
When the pit could not hold any more corpses, he would shovel up the soil, fill the pit, and dig another pit.
The last one to be thrown into the pit was the leader of the mercenaries, Gris.
This strong man with extraordinary strength was lying on top of his hand. That smiling head was placed in front of his chest, and then it was covered with layers of soil until his appearance could no longer be seen.
The pit was filled, and only the soil that had been refurbished could prove that they had once existed, and then died here.
This was the end of the mercenaries.
They came from the far north to the border between the Euran and Yilan Continents, participated in a conspiracy, became bandits, became executioners, and finally, like the followers, became sacrifices in the conspiracy.
The dead were all moved away and buried in the forest, becoming a member of the forest.
The corpses were all moved away, and the road where the caravan was was suddenly clean. Only the blood on the ground that had seeped into the soil could prove what had just happened here.
Human corpses were given the chance to be buried, but Mark did not have this blessing.
Ward carried the dead horses into the depths of the forest, and repeated the process until all the dead horses were taken away.
The sight of a dog carrying a horse was rather comical, and one might even suspect that the poor dog had been abused. But no one would think so, because it was this dog that had killed all the knights of the church.