dhibooks Chapter 24 Six Slaves
Chapter 24 Six Slaves
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The road at night was muddy and difficult to walk. Under the night, the howling of wolves came from the forest in the distance.
Pairs of scarlet eyes lit up, staring closely at the line of intruders.
The priest walking in front clasped his hands and prayed in a low voice: "God of light, please lend me a ray of light to illuminate the way forward."
After the words fell, a ray of light appeared in front of his forehead, condensed into a ball, and hung in mid-air.
It's like a lamp, exuding lustrous brilliance, illuminating this area.
Under the deterrence of the power of light, those hungry wolves sharpened their claws and retreated quietly.
The priest held the light in his hand and walked in the forefront to lead the way.
Lin Qiao was inconspicuous among the team.
After walking for about 10 minutes, the dense forest on the side receded, and at the end of the path, there was a village.
The scale of the village is small. Lin Qiao compared it with Rye Village and found that it is even more dilapidated.The houses on the side of the road are crumbling, and there are almost no people in sight.
The village is very quiet. After getting close, I heard the cry of a baby. It was like a kitten, if there was nothing there, it made people worry that they would die in the next second.
It was only when Lin Qiao walked to the center of the village that he saw the first figure.
It was a man in ragged clothes. He was obviously skinny, but he had a big belly sticking out strangely.
Because he was too dark and thin, he couldn't even tell if he was a man or a woman.
The man prostrated himself on the ground, stretched out his hands towards the priests, and squeezed out a rough voice from his throat: "Save, save me..."
But those priests walked around in disgust as if they were looking at a pile of rubbish, without any intention of reaching out to save people.
Lin Qiao said hesitantly, "Aren't we here for medical treatment?"
After the words fell, those holy and pious priests couldn't help laughing as if they heard some funny joke.
"Of course, my lovely child." They said, "The viscount in this territory is sick. The viscount is a devout believer in the light, we need to let him bathe in the grace of the light."
The meaning right now is, what the hell is this villager who deserves to be healed by them?
The villagers understood what they said, and tried to grasp the last straw: "I... the God of Light is above me... I am also a believer in Light..."
Lin Qiao said seriously: "He is also a believer in the light, and I think it is necessary for him to bathe in the grace of the light."
At first, the clergy thought that Lin Qiao was joking to tease them, but it was obvious that Lin Qiao looked serious, not like a fake.The team gradually quieted down.
"Who is this?" Someone questioned.
"Who asked him to come with the team?"
Another voice answered: "Princess Dolly's attendant."
"Oh, attendant." With meaningful words.
After a burst of small discussions, one of them stood up and explained: "My child, in the teachings of the Holy Court, a slave cannot become a believer in light."
This is a world of classes.
Only nobles, clergy, and commoners who can be called "human beings" can meet this standard if they work hard, while slaves... In the eyes of most people, they are just a consumable, a domestic animal.
Even in the essence of the Holy Court of Light, a slave is a person who made a mistake in his previous life, and needs to suffer in this life to redeem his sins.
The slave knelt on the ground with his back arched high: "My lord...I go to church every week to worship, and I have saved up copper coins, and I will dedicate them to the God of Light...My lord..."
The clergy were unimpressed and even commented on the suffering of others.
"How is it possible for a slave to enter a church?"
"He can still save copper coins. It seems that Lord Viscount is too kind."
"Mercy... Slaves don't need mercy, what they need is the whip."
Lin Qiao couldn't bear it anymore: "Enough!"
The clergyman turned his head and looked over.
Lin Qiao took a deep breath: "Can't you save it? Just use a small light spell to save a life."
A mocking expression appeared on the face of the priest: "Yes, but why should I waste the precious power of light on a slave."
Another murmur sounded: "If he is not Princess Dolly's attendant, I must hang him on the gallows for the crime of blasphemy."
"Just a slave."
"Slaves of this quality don't cost more than 10 copper coins in the market."
"Stop wasting time with a slave..."
The conversation faded away.
Those priests continued to walk deep into the village.
Lin Qiao was still standing there, looking at the humble slave kneeling on the ground.
What can he do?
He can't do anything.
This is a society of slavery, with class solidification from the top down.
He is not a man born from heaven, and he has no ability to change all this.But he came from a civilized society and couldn't ignore the sight in front of him.
Because there is nothing I can do, I feel sad.
The slave was still begging, not even realizing that those who could save him were gone.
Lin Qiao once again had an idea.
If only he could do magic.
As long as a simple healing technique can save this person.
Maybe it was because his thoughts were too persistent, a burst of fiery breath came from his heart, the breath circulated, and finally stayed at the fingertips.
A faint light came out.
Before Lin Qiao could react, the fluorescent light landed on the slave.
Visible to the naked eye, the slave's face became ruddy, the shadow between his brows dissipated, and even speaking became easier.
Lin Qiao didn't even know what happened, so she heard an excited voice next to her ear: "Thank you, my lord, the God of Light is here!"
Lin Qiao rubbed her fingertips and choked for a moment: "...I don't believe in the God of Light."
With the performance of these clergymen in front of him, he really wanted to say: God of Light, it really doesn't work.
The slave froze for a moment, then quickly changed his words: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."
Lin Qiao touched the tip of his nose with his hand, took out a few silver coins and put them down.
In fact, there is not much he can do, and there is no way to completely save the fate of a slave.It can only be the.
He didn't dare to look at the slave again, got up and hurriedly followed the priests in front.
The slave was holding white silver coins: "Sir, you are a good man..." His voice gradually dropped to the point where he could hardly hear him, "A good man will be rewarded..."
His lips squirmed, and he said a word silently: "Praise..."
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Lin Qiao caught up with the team.
The priests looked sideways frequently, with strange expressions.
Lin Qiao ignored these probing gazes and walked at the end of the line as if no one else was there.
Their destination is the owner of this territory - Lord Viscount.
Lord Viscount lives in the castle on the territory.
Probably because the viscount's title is not high, and his background is not strong enough. The castle he lives in is dark and short, and he can smell a strange sour smell as soon as he enters.
In order to cover up this smell, a lot of perfume was used in the castle. The two different smells clashed, but it was even more unpleasant.
Lin Qiao raised his hand to cover the tip of his nose.
When he came to the second floor of the castle, he finally saw the sick viscount.
The Viscount couldn't even stand up - don't get me wrong, it's not sick - his whole body was like a swollen sourdough bun, slumped in the chair, gasping for breath after even a little movement.
The leading priest stepped forward and said something polite.
The general idea is: Lord Viscount, you have donated a lot of gold coins to the Holy Court, and the God of Light can hear your piety.Now that we know that you are sick, we follow the guidance of the God of Light and come to treat you.
The Viscount put on an overly greasy smile and said: I am really touched, God of Light, I must donate more money in the future.
The two sides had a friendly communication and both got satisfactory answers.
Then, the priest stepped forward to check and came to a conclusion—there was nothing wrong, just fat.
But even so, he still pretended to use the holy water, and wasted the "precious" power of light, shining it back and forth on the Viscount.
In the end, I wiped my sweat to show that I did my best.
So hypocritical.
Lin Qiao couldn't stand it anymore.
The priest hinted: Since the Viscount is fine, let's go first.
Lord Viscount asked to stay, saying: Don't be in a hurry, I heard that Princess Dolly's team is nearby. Although he couldn't go because of illness, he has always admired Princess Dolly.He prepared some gifts, and hoped that the priests would help them to bring them to the princess.Of course, the errand fees for helping out must be indispensable.
The priest reluctantly agreed.
The Viscount hurriedly sent the butler to pick up the gift.
During the waiting process, the two sides conducted friendly communication again.
Amidst the laughter, Lin Qiao remained silent alone, looking out of place.
Maybe it was because the air in the castle was too stagnant, he felt a little tight in his chest, so he took two steps back to the window, wanting to take a breath of fresh air.
Outside the night fell.
The sky is not good tonight, not only can't see the moon, not even a single star.
Lin Qiao looked down from the tall and narrow window, and saw a little fire in the village.When he stared, he could vaguely see figures forming a circle holding hands.
Is there some kind of ceremony?
He tilted his head, insensitive to such superstition.
Turn around.
The butler has already brought the prepared gift.
The clergy had a share, and everyone got their share.
Even Lin Qiao, a non-clergyman, got a handful of gold coins as an attendant of Princess Dolly.
Holding the heavy gold coin in his hand, he didn't know what to think, and his expression was complicated.
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in the village.
The numb, emaciated slaves held hands, as if they could transmit mutual power just by doing so.
They formed a circle, stepped on the ears of wheat, and prayed silently.
A gust of wind blows.
The plump wheat grains cracked a hole, from which sprouted green shoots.
The buds fluttered in the wind, causing an invisible ripple above.
A white and soft hand stretched out from the ripples, followed by a pure and flawless skirt, light green hair... A woman stepped out of it.
"Praise the abundance." The woman lowered her head, the olive branch hair ornament on her forehead exuded a radiant brilliance, her figure barely visible.
She looked at a group of ragged slaves, without showing any disgust, but whispered softly, "In another world, there are countless golden ears of wheat, and crystal sweet spring water flows... There is no hunger or disease , Regardless of status, high or low, everyone will be favored by Feng Rao's mother."
The slaves hesitated: "But, we are slaves, and even the God of Light does not accept our belief."
"Everyone has a mother." Priest Feng Rao said more gently, "You are Feng Rao's children, and no mother would dislike their children."
Those slaves closed their eyes, showing yearning expressions.
Tempted by such a beautiful scene, they subconsciously said that sentence - "Praise the abundance."
In such a beautiful dream, their lives were continuously extracted, and correspondingly, the figure of Feng Rao Ji became more and more solid.
After the last ray of life force was drained, she finally stepped on the soil with her bare feet.
And behind her were the bones of a group of slaves.
She slowly combed the hair beside her ears, looked around, and whispered to herself: "Now, there are two problems."
One is in the oracle of abundance, to find the black-haired boy who was killed.
One is the handle held in the hands of the Holy Court of Light.
Which one to solve first?
Priest Feng Rao shifted his direction unhurriedly, looked at the dark and small castle, and sighed softly: "It's better to solve this trouble first..."
Now the advantage is hers.
In this team, no one is her opponent.
Feng Rao Sacrifice was full of confidence and walked towards the castle.
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far away.
Fleet.
Arthur quietly opened his eyes, a ray of golden light flashed, and his pupils retracted like a beast.
creak-
The carriage door was pushed open.
Arthur got out of the car.
The people in the convoy were busy, and no one noticed his figure.
……
On the other side of the carriage.
Andy also sensed the aura of another god, and he picked up the holy sword: "It really is rich."
He had expected a long time ago that the people of the Holy See of Abundance would not allow them to obtain evidence of the plague dance so easily.
On the way, I will definitely find a way to stop their footsteps.
One is bright, the other is dark.
The Knights of Light are inevitably passive.
Princess Dolly took the initiative to propose a proposal to send out some of the clergy to lure the believers of Fengrao Holy See.
Of course, this is a very dangerous thing.Eight out of ten people who go out never return.
So Princess Dolly didn't say it clearly, but just found an excuse to send some people out.The excuse is of course - the viscount in the nearby territory is sick, please take care of him.
In this way, not only can the secret Fengrong believers be lured out, but also a small trouble can be solved, killing two birds with one stone.
Princess Dolly said calmly: "Knight Commander Andy, don't worry, those heretics can't escape."
Andy turned his head.
Princess Dolly laughed: "It's just a pity for those priests, many of them are reserve elites, but... as long as you catch the rich heretics, everything will be worth it."
She paused, "Also, a little problem with Commander Andy can be solved."
Princess Dolly doesn't like to do good deeds without leaving her name.
Since he helped solve the trouble, it is natural to let Andy know.
For example, she helped solve the fake young master who was hugged wrongly. As long as the fake young master no longer exists, over time, no one will mention Andy's past.
She thought Andy would be grateful, but unexpectedly, the man's expression changed, and he asked sharply, "What did you do?"
Princess Dolly was taken aback: "I..."
Andy knew it without answering—she sent Joe to the death team.
Andy was inexplicably angry, gripped the holy sword tightly, jumped off the carriage, and got on the white horse again.
The bright knights on the side heard the movement and gathered over: "Knight Commander Andy, what's wrong?"
"Are you going out?"
"What happened……"
Time was running out, and Andy didn't have time to explain, so he pulled the reins and rushed out of the camp.
Just as he was about to leave the camp, he saw a figure standing straight on the road he had to pass.
The man was tall and straight, with dark red hair hanging down, and handsome and deep eyes.
He lowered the corners of his eyes, like a stone statue without emotion.Immaculate, yet impersonal.
Andy reined in the reins and let out a "whoosh" sound, forcing the white horse to stop.
Across the sparse weeds, the two shook their eyes at each other.
In "God's Arrival", the protagonist and the villain, arranged by fate, bumped into each other before the plot started.
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