after being offered to the devil

Chapter 11

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The carriage staggered and slowly drove away from the forest.

The woods behind him were gloomy, and the thick fog surged, submerging the bloody and dilapidated castle without a trace.

Lin Qiao sat on the carriage and looked out the window.

After about an hour's journey, through the forest and around the hills, the silhouette of a huge monster can be seen sitting ahead.

Ever since he passed through the book, Lin Qiao didn't know anything about the situation, so he was sent as a sacrifice to the Lord of the Abyss's dinner plate.

After finally leaving the abyss, he immediately entered the territory of the skinned witch.Therefore, this was the first time he saw a town in another world.

Under the background of sword and magic, the city here is naturally different from the "city" in Lin Qiao's impression.

The horse's hooves kicked up a cloud of dust.

The city wall is solid and towering, continuous, like a dormant steel behemoth.If you look closely, you can see that there is a dark cannon muzzle on the fortress—this is an alchemy product driven by magic spar, and the power of a single cannon can be equal to that of a middle-level magician.

This is a serious weapon of mass destruction.

Lin Qiao looked at Xin Qi, and suddenly an arrogant voice rang in his ears: "This is to stop dark creatures."

Lin Qiao turned his head and met the white-faced face of the noble son: "It's the orcs, the harpies and the like." He said disgustedly, "And those witches, oh, damn witches."

Lin Qiao remembered.

In the setting of "God's Fall", there are many races on the mainland.

The four human-dominated empires have divided up most of the land, and the rest are the elves who don't care about world affairs in the emerald forest in the far south, the dragon clan across the coast, orcs in the grassland and desert... and the rest are scattered. Dark creatures near the abyss.

Dawn City is the closest large town to the abyss.

So every once in a while, dark creatures will attack here.

The noble son raised his chin: "One day, the grace of the God of Light will descend on the abyss to completely drive out those dirty dark creatures."

Arthur's eyes moved, and there was a flash of imperceptible contempt.

The noble son felt a little cold, touched his neck, and continued to chatter.

Amidst the constant chatter, the carriage finally drove into Dawn City.

Dawn City has two entrances.

The city gate on the right is narrow and the ground is dirty and crowded with people entering the city.But the one on the left is completely different. The road there is wide and tidy, except for the soldiers guarding the city, there is no one.

But those who entered the city shrunk their heads and crowded on the right side. Even if they were driven violently by the soldiers, none of them dared to go to the left side of the road.

The nobleman glanced at those ragged people, with obvious disgust on his face—similar to his expression when he talked about witches.

He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and shook his head: "It's really outrageous."

Lin Qiao glanced at him, thinking that this man was quite morally aware.

Unexpectedly, the noble son changed the subject and said plausibly: "You actually let these lowly civilians enter the city. When I think of me standing on the same piece of land with these pigs, the God of Light is above me, I can hardly breathe!"

Lin Qiao: ...Why is your hand itchy?

And the noble son didn't say any more, and sat back in his seat.

The driver on the carriage was familiar with the road, and drove the horses to another wide avenue with no people.

The soldiers guarding the city were going to ask with a straight face, but when they saw the family emblem on the carriage, they immediately changed into a flattering smile.

Facing the compliments from the soldiers, the noble young master has always treated them equally, maintaining the same attitude as he treats civilians - contempt plus disgust.

While the soldiers bowed their heads, another car came over.

It is even more expensive than the nobleman's car. The carriage is shining with gold, the wheels are inlaid with precious stones, and even the reins on the horses are embroidered with gold thread.

Not to mention the two knights in front of the carriage, with their heads held high and their chests held high, wearing golden armor.He almost had the words "I have money" written on his face.

The noble son took a look, snorted, and muttered: "The Holy Court of Light..."

He was a little unconvinced, but he still asked the coachman to move the carriage to the side so that the carriage behind him could go ahead.

The people in the Holy Court of Light were not polite at all, they walked over without even farting, obviously not paying attention to the noble son.

The noble son was angry and annoyed, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Lin Qiao watched the play for a while and thought it was quite interesting.

When writing the novel "God's Arrival", the author should refer to part of the medieval background.On this continent, theocracy and kingship stand side by side, and it seems that each is in charge of its own, but every king has to go through the baptism of the Pope when he ascends the throne.

In terms of royal power, for the convenience of management, the royal family distributed part of the power and territory to the big nobles, and the big nobles distributed them to the small nobles, presenting a pyramid-shaped system.

Everyone only needs to be responsible to his superiors, instead of listening to the superiors.In summary, it is—the vassal of my vassal is not my vassal.

And the way of theocratic control is simpler, nothing more than building churches, sending priests, and preaching.

Under constraints, theocracy is subtly superior to kingship.Therefore, the aristocratic son who has always claimed to be noble dare not compete with the people of the Holy Court of Light.

After watching for a long time, Lin Qiao dragged his jaw and entertained himself: Noble farmers and feudal theology should try Shzy's iron fist!

But that's just thinking.

According to the plot of the original book, the protagonist at most is to unify theocracy and kingship and make power more centralized. It is impossible to jump from slave society to modern society all at once.

It might be that Lin Qiao had been looking at those people in the Holy Court of Light. Arthur's pupils sank and he looked straight at them.

The darkness surged, mixed with an ominous atmosphere.

Lin Qiao noticed something strange, and was not afraid at all. Instead, he leaned in front of Arthur and asked crisply, "What's the matter?"

Arthur's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said stiffly, "Don't look."

Lin Qiao tilted her head in confusion, not understanding: "What are you not allowed to see? I didn't see anything..."

Arthur was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

He hates the god of light.

Qiao Qiao is his sacrificial offering, but he turns to the light in his heart, and even disdains the favor of the abyss, and seeks the help of the light instead.

Now that the people in the Holy Court of Light are taking it so seriously, if there is a chance, maybe they really want to convert to the God of Light.

But he couldn't say that.

The abyss has its own stubbornness.

If he really stopped it so bluntly, it would be like admitting defeat to the God of Light—even if he couldn't control his own sacrifice, wouldn't he admit that the abyss is not as good as the light?

Arthur was silent.

Lin Qiao blinked, unable to figure out what Arthur was thinking.

Ok……

Arthur has been staying in the abyss, and has never been in contact with people outside. Maybe he has a strange baby plot about him.

Don't let him look at other people now, are you... worried that he will run away with others when he comes outside?

Lin Qiao guessed most of it right, and felt a little funny: "Don't worry, I won't let you go."

Arthur slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes were dazed, and he looked very well-behaved.

Lin Qiao couldn't hold back, and reached out to touch Arthur's head: "I brought you out of the abyss, so..." He paused, his tone serious, "I will be responsible for you, and I will not leave you alone Human."

Be responsible for.

It was another word that Arthur had never heard of, but judging from Lin Qiao's expression, it should be a very important promise.

Lin Qiao: "Are you relieved now?"

Arthur shook his head slowly.

Arthur has always had a "scared and stupid" poke at Lin Qiao, so Lin Qiao was very patient and asked, "Then what do you think should be done?"

Arthur opened his mouth and stumbled, "Don't... change your mind..."

Lin Qiao: "?"

What do you mean?

He hasn't changed his mind either?

Lin Qiao felt it was weird, what made him look like a heartless person.

Arthur's eyes were dark and his expression was stubborn, as if he would just keep watching if he didn't agree.

Lin Qiao touched the tip of his nose helplessly.

okay.

A person who is frightened, has no common sense, and can't even speak well, what more can he ask for?

Lin Qiao agreed immediately: "All right, all right, you can do whatever you say, okay?"

Arthur was finally satisfied: "Okay."

Lin Qiao thought: It's quite coaxable.

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The carriage entered Dawn City.

When the destination was reached, Lin Qiao naturally parted ways with the noble son.

The noble son entered the city lord's mansion, while Lin Qiao and Arthur stood on the street, receiving the baptism of the eyes of passers-by.

Probably because there are too few people with black hair and black eyes, those people have been pointing at Lin Qiao.

"Black-haired heresy."

"Black hair and black eyes, an ominous sign."

"Cursed by the gods..."

Listening to their mutterings, Lin Qiao felt a little uncomfortable, so she quickly dragged Arthur away.

It stopped when there was no one there.

Lin Qiao stroked the black broken hair on his forehead, and said to himself: "You still have color discrimination, right? What's wrong with the black hair..."

Just as he was talking, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled by someone.

He looked sideways.

Arthur's eyelashes fluttered like a crow's feather: "It's very beautiful."

Lin Qiao: "What?"

Arthur's eyes fell on the curled black hair, he pursed the corners of his lips, and said stubbornly, "It looks good."

Lin Qiao was taken aback.

Arthur continued: "I, like it."

Lin Qiao laughed and didn't take it seriously. She thought Arthur was comforting him, so she said, "I like it...you are so stupid, do you know what it means to like it?"

Arthur stopped talking and just looked at him blankly.

Seeing this appearance, most of the boredom in Lin Qiao's heart dissipated: "Okay, let's find a place to live first..."

He took Arthur's hand.

The sun was shining.

At the entrance of the alley, the figures of the two young men gradually elongated, and they touched each other lightly.

……

another place.

Dawn City is the territory of the Calis family, so the emblem of the Calis family is hung at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

The noble son walked over with his head held high.

All the maids and servants in the city lord's mansion lowered their heads, not daring to speak out.

After entering the door, the noble son who was originally arrogant also lowered his head and called out respectfully: "Father."

Even in the daytime, the expensive crystal lamp is still on, and fuel worth one gold coin is spent every hour.

The room windows are bright.

Sitting behind the desk was the ruler of the Calis family and the father of the noble son—Old Calis.

Old Callis had the beard of a lion and shrewdness and ambition in his eyes.

Without looking up, he flipped through the file and asked casually, "How is the Countess?"

The noble son's face turned pale.

Old Callis let out a breath from his nose: "It didn't work?"

The noble son hurriedly said: "That countess... No, no, that is a liar, a witch! She pretended to be a beautiful and rich noble lady and wanted to skin me! Father, almost, almost One o'clock, and I won't be able to come back to see you."

Trying to gain sympathy, he exaggerated what happened in the castle, and he almost cried.

Unfortunately, after holding back for a long time, I didn't hold back two tears.

Old Callis glanced at it: "Okay, aren't you still standing upright now?"

The noble son wanted to say something, but was stopped by a wink.

Old Callis put down the file: "Tell me about that skinned witch—how did you escape."

The noble son consciously lost face, and cut out some details—especially the part about being coaxed into being tied up in a dark room.

He said: "...a boy used my holy seal to eliminate the skinned witch."

After finishing speaking, the study room became quiet.

Old Callis: "Say it again."

The noble son didn't know why, but he repeated what he said just now.

But old Callis was still dissatisfied, and snorted heavily: "Wrong."

The noble son asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"

Old Callis: "There is no boy, it is you—you used the holy mark to eliminate the evil skinned witch."

He was full of confidence, "Reporting this matter is enough to make you a bright knight commander."

The noble son hesitated: "Yes, but..."

Old Callis: "Any more questions?"

Brother Noble: "But, the one who eliminated the skinned witch..." He met the eyes of old Kaliss, and quickly changed his words, "That boy is also in Dawn City, what if he speaks out?"

Old Calis: "If I hadn't witnessed your birth with my own eyes, I would have wondered if you were my real son."

Noble son brother: "Huh?"

Old Callis slapped the table hard. "So stupid, so stupid—there are too many ways in this world to shut a man up."

The noble son reacted: "You mean..."

Old Callis didn't say clearly: "Do it soon!"

The noble son hurried out.

Busy going - kill and silence.

……

It is not difficult to make a person disappear without a sound.

If it was in the past, the noble son would have ordered the patrolling family knights to collect any crimes and put them in the cell and it would be over.

But now, in order not to expose the matter of the skinned witch, he had to find another way.

The knights raised in the family can't be used, and he can't drive those people in the Holy Court of Light. After thinking about it, the noble son chose to find some capable people in the black market to do this dirty work.

The black market is a place that only cares about money, not the way.

The noble son spent some money and found a dark warlock.

Don't look at the appearance of hating dark creatures so much before, when it is really related to interests, he doesn't care whether it is black or white.

The warlock was wearing a thick black robe, huddled in a corner of the tavern, his figure was thin and thin, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

The noble son glanced at the chair covered with unknown grease, and stood beside him in distaste: "How much is the price for killing a person?"

The warlock said slowly, "What identity?"

The noble son was stunned for a moment, and thought carefully: "It's not a nobleman, just an ordinary boy."

The warlock didn't ask any further questions, and quoted a price: "One hundred gold."

The aristocratic son was a little bit pained, but he still agreed.

Warlock: "Name."

Noble son brother: "..."

He didn't ask the dark-haired boy's name.

With the temperament of a noble son, he has always been impatient to talk to ordinary civilians, so he took the black-haired boy for a ride because he saved him.

As for the name...

Warlock said grimly: "No name, no way."

The noble son racked his brains to recall.

The black-haired boy must have mentioned his name, what is it...

The broken screen flashed.

The black-haired boy murmured something in his mouth.

The noble son came back to his senses: "... Ah... Arthur." He said with certainty, "His name is Arthur."

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The author has something to say:

①Looks like I learned it from a history book, I forgot which book it was haha

If you like it, don't forget to bookmark it, this is very important to me!

And then changed to a new name, so familiar!