"You can just call me Monk. Before I quit the order, I was a witch hunter." The tall human introduced himself, but Snorri had already learned about it in advance.
"That's not bad, my friend!" Snorri took a sip of his beer. "I believe you know much more about the erosion of the mortal world by Chaos than your predecessor."
Snorri knew that there were all kinds of witch hunters, from state-approved, devout official hunters of the Sigmar Religion to high-level mercenaries who served local nobles and were certain to deal with extraordinary beings.
But what they have in common is their extreme aversion to filthy things and their boundless enthusiasm for hunting evil. Otherwise, they could just act as ordinary mercenaries.
Of course, the motivations and specific manifestations vary. The most fanatical among them would rather burn down a village than let a cult member go unpunished.
Because of the existence of these extremes, witch hunters occupy a high position among the most feared things in the Imperium of Man.
In the knightly kingdom of Bretonnia, there have always been jokes about witch hunters. The knights and nobles used this to scare some poor serfs who wanted to run to the other side of the Gray Mountains to make a living.
A witch hunter was on a business trip to a village that was considered heretical. On the way, he said to his men:
"We have two things to do. One is that everyone in this village must be burned to death, and the other is that we have to paint all the sheep around here green!"
His men timidly asked "Why do we paint the sheep green?"
"Very good, I know everyone has no objection to the first thing!"
"Yes, at least I believe those big rats really exist. Not only that, I have also seen them in the northernmost part of the empire!" Sir Monk's voice brought Snorri back to reality.
"North?" Snorri asked. He knew the approximate location of the Rat Man's Wasteland, the capital of the Underground Empire of the Skaven. It was located deep in the withered swamps of the mercenary kingdom Tyrell in the south.
"Yes, I, my colleagues and I suspect that those things are everywhere, but many who dare to report to the superiors died!" Sir Monk drank another glass of wine.
"Yes, I understand." Snorri nodded, realizing that he might have underestimated the extent of the Ratman's penetration into the Order side.
"To be honest, I don't really want to come. I'm old and tired!" Sir Monk continued. "However, I somewhat understand the importance of this place." He pointed to the floor as a gesture.
"Well, let me tell the truth. Now, the wounds my father made to write the name of Dieter IV are still fresh." Snorri showed a bitter and resentful look.
"My predecessor was able to support you during the war for the sake of the Eternal Covenant!" Snorri once again blocked the human's mouth in advance.
"Well, it seems that I have to try a few heretics to satisfy your desire for those shiny little cuties?" Sir Monk took a bite of the grilled pork chop, "Fortunately, I didn't turn in my witch hunting license when I left!"
Snorri knew that professional witch hunters with official backgrounds carried an authorization document detailing where and how they could carry out their duties.
This license would generally include the right to search, detain, try, execute, imprison, and prevent any conduct they deem suspicious.
"Haha!" Snorri smiled faintly without comment.
"But this is what must be done! If you can let so many rats sneak in without realizing it, I am sure there must be a lot of Chaos believers here!" Sir Monk continued talking to himself, as if he himself was a little itchy. .
"This is your own business!" Snorri's tone was still salty. He actually didn't want to spend time on such meaningless words.
But from the moment Sir Monk sent the message, he knew what the humans in front of him wanted to gain - let his people help clear the sewers.
Faced with such demands, Snorri knew the necessity of cleaning the sewers, but he also knew that he needed to fight for more benefits for his people.
In dwarven society, everyone from the leader of the smallest clan to the supreme king of the entire mountain kingdom almost always leads by personal prestige.
If the prestige is high enough, it is possible for the tribesmen to win food from all directions and obey the order, but if the prestige is too low, coercion and inducement may be useless.
Therefore, he had no way to force the tribesmen to do such a lowly job in the eyes of humans. He could only transfer all the pressure to Sir Monk himself.
Sir Monk probably also understood what Snorri meant. He had cooperated quite a bit with the dwarves in his previous career as a witch hunter. The natural characteristics of dwarves determine that they are the most trustworthy when Chaos is the imaginary enemy.
"Friend, are you on guard against the Gray Prophet, its powerful white-haired council guards, and the assassins of the Eshin clan?" As the dinner came to an end, Snorri couldn't help but remind him. He didn't want to see the third Lord of Helmgart when he passed by in a few months.
"Ha! In the name of Sigma, I have indeed never seen it, especially the kind of rat in the middle. I have never even heard of it! That's why I hesitated all night when I received the letter of appointment!" Sir Monk shook his hand Tighten the wine glass.
"Before this, I thought rat-men were only divided into ordinary and black-haired ones! But let's take it one step at a time. Do I recognize all those chaotic changes?" He smiled, and although he seemed to be older, But the pride in my chest is still there.
"If you are really worried about me, you might as well bring me a few barrels of good wine on the way back! I relied on my previous connections in the monastery to hire some good guys and a stronger priest."
Snorri smiled and stopped trying to persuade him. Could he still leave a few Hammer of Eternity guards to protect this knight?
In the next few days, Sir Monk took advantage of the power he had just assumed. He arrested and tried a local small noble and two wealthy businessmen at lightning speed, and executed them at the stake in front of the temple in the center of the fortress.
Relying on the "Chaos Materials" collected, Sir Monk successfully hired many dwarves. Several of his young descendants from the Witch Hunter Order also led the soldiers of the provincial army to fight alongside the dwarves. .
Sir Monk knew very well that learning to fight in battle was far more effective than sharing experience verbally. The combined forces spent two days clearing Helmgart's sewers, killing all the rats and burning them in flames.
When Snorri once again urged the convoy, many dwarf warriors had money bulging in their pockets. However, the faint smell of them also forced Snorri to take the lead and keep a little distance from them.
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