Chapter 807

"Shit! These damn noble pigs! All of them should be arrested by the trial knights, hanging in the street and having a good beating! "

Old John bared his mouth, turned his sleeves, looked at the bloody whiplash on his arm, and looked angry.

His hair is in a mess. It seems that he hasn't washed it for a long time. It smells sour. His skin reddened by the sun is deeply wrinkled. If he doesn't say it, no one even believes that he is not thirty-five years old this year.

Limping down the street, he scolded as he walked.

All of a sudden, a group of well-equipped Knights riding on high horses swept across the street, scared old John to one side in a hurry.

This kind of Knight master who is loyal to the nobility is the most unreasonable. If he can't avoid it, the free people like him will be ignored even if they die.

Dust, choked him cough a lot, disheartened face, body that whip wounds seem to crack more open, pain he bared his teeth.

"Shit! It's all shit

Old John got up cursing.

There was discomfort under his feet. He looked down and found that he had lost his shoes when he was avoiding.

"Where are my shoes?"

Old John was in a hurry to find it.

This pair of shoes is all he has left. He can't lose them any more.

When he found his other shoe by the side of the road, it was almost worn out.

It was the knights who did it.

"Shit! It's all shit

Old John was even more angry.

He put on the broken shoes and revealed several toes that looked like mud. After a little movement, he could barely make do with it.

"That's it."

Old John sighed and limped towards the church.

He has to find a priest to treat his injury, otherwise he won't be able to work these days.

Aristocrats are shameless goods, and the wages they owe will not come back. If they can't find another job in a short time, maybe they will starve to death.

In this world, refugees like him who fled from the South starved to death.

To be honest, he now regrets that he didn't get off the ship with the unbelievers when he went north.

According to the Bard in the tavern, Fengyue's life as a free collar is just like paradise. People who migrate there will be properly resettled, and those who have skills may even be assigned jobs and residences.

It's so enviable.

Looking back on his experience in the past year, old John's face became more and more gloomy.

However, there is a major premise for the freedom of immigrants.

That is, we must give up the original belief and convert to the goddess of life.

This is hard to accept for old John, who has been a devout and eternal believer since he was a child.

At least It used to be.

Old John hesitated a little when he came to the Church of eternal church and looked at the neat and beautiful building.

Speaking of When was the last time I came to church?

I can't remember.

He can't remember how long he hasn't been to eternal church.

When he first came to this small town in the north, he would go to pray once a week.

At that time, his savings had not been spent.

Now, he's just a poor guy with nothing to live for.

Except for being a freeman.

Old John looked at his ragged clothes and at the church door. The well-dressed believers looked a little uneasy.

He didn't know if he should step in.

The church, which he used to take for granted, now feels like two worlds to him, bringing him great pressure.

"What are you afraid of? I am also a devout and eternal believer! When I was in the south, I donated silver to the church! "

Old John breathed down his inferiority complex.

Taking a deep breath, he limped up.

But before old John could enter the church, he was stopped by the attendant at the door:

"Hello! stop! What are you doing? "

"My Lord, I I'd like to see the pastor for treatment. "

Old John raised his head and looked uneasily at the attendant with the sun badge on his chest, squeezing out a flattering smile.

The sun badge, the symbol of the eternal church, symbolizes the first sun, judgment and power.

These attendants should be the newly recruited reserve Knights of the church. Recently, the church seems to have been recruiting more knights. Old John also heard from the tavern that someone has won a divine family, and he has become a silver professional from an ordinary person, which makes him very envious.

Unfortunately, these Knights must be recommended by the nobility, or they have great talent. Ordinary people like him have no chance at all.Looking at Old John's embarrassed appearance, the attendants frowned slightly.

"If you want to enter the church, you have to change your body clothes, otherwise it's disrespectful to the gods! Besides, a treatment costs five pounds. Are you ready

They said without expression.

"Five Five gold pounds? "

Old John's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it.

"Wait, my lord Doesn't the church need only five silver coins for primary treatment? When do you need five pounds? "

He lost his voice.

Five gold pounds would be five hundred silver coins, which he could not earn even in a year.

It's just that John's salary is often paid back by the nobility Take out the expenses, there's nothing left.

At present, he only has ten silver coins all over his body, which is hard to save. He originally planned to save 20 to buy a new set of clothes and shoes.

"Silver? He said, "silver?"

The two attendants laughed.

After laughing, they looked at the ragged old John with disdain and said:

"what's the time of that? Now the world is in such a mess. People come to see the Reverend every day, and the church has to recruit knights. How can the Reverend be busy? Now the priest can only perform intermediate healing. It's only one hardware pound

"But But I just need primary treatment

Said old John uneasily.

"You're teaching us how to do things? Or do you teach your Reverend to do things? Five gold pounds. If you want to see it, you can see it. If you don't see it, don't stand in the way here. There are still many believers coming in

Said the attendant, frowning.

Old John opened his mouth to say something more, but in the end he fell silent.

Clenching his silver coins, he bowed his head and limped away.

"Poor man, I still want to come to the church to see a doctor, and I don't want to see what I look like!"

The servant's sneer came from behind and pierced old John's heart like a steel needle.

He felt a little uncomfortable after a little meal.

A gorgeous carriage passed by him and entered the courtyard of the church. In a faint voice, old John heard the voice of the attendant:

"Oh, isn't this Baron Hermann? Why are you here? Please come in, please come in The Reverend has been talking about you for a long time

Voice flatters.

Old John looked back at the swaggering, well-dressed aristocrat and the obsequious church attendant. It was summer, but somehow he felt cold.

He felt a little blocked in his heart.

He wanted to spend another three silver coins for the church, and then listen to the preacher's instruction and pour out his troubles

But I didn't expect that I couldn't even step in the door of the church.

"Oh, the noble pig and the servant pig should be smoked well! They should be punished by the gods

He muttered.

Voice, inexplicably some hoarse.

The hot sun was hanging in the sky, and old John limped to the black walnut tavern with a painful body. The

pub is suffocated by the mixture of sweat, bad wine and strong perfume, but John is used to it.

This is the cheapest pub in the slums of the city, with a large number of drunkards, idlers, refugees and low-level adventurers.

It's said that they are low-level adventurers, but in fact they are all apprentices or trainee soldiers who have mastered extraordinary power, and occasionally they can see black iron rank professionals.

It's like this kind of supernormal person, who was never seen in the black walnut tavern before.

However, since the magic of the whole world has greatly increased, more and more people have awakened to the extraordinary power. This kind of once great man has now become commonplace.

The rambling music of the Bard was ringing in the noisy taverns, drowned in the noise of drunkards and adventurers.

Old John looked over and found that many people were playing Gobang, while the adventurers gathered to play kunte, surrounded by many onlookers.

From time to time, cheers can be heard.

Even old John was attracted by the game. He wanted to get close to it and see how the game was played. It was said that it was passed down from fairy forest and Fengyue freecollar. But he finally put up with it.

"A bunch of good ale."

Old John sat down on the bar and painfully took out a silver coin.

The bartender looked at him in surprise and joked:

"old John, are you rich? I'm willing to drink high quality ale? "

"Shit! I want to be rich! I've been working in the mine for half a month, but I haven't even got a silver coin! "

Said old John gloomily.

Said, he bared his teeth to open the sleeve, the day is too hot, out of a sweat, his sleeve has been glued to the wound.Looking at the bloody wound, the bartender was stunned:

"how did you get hurt?"

"It's not just those damned aristocrats! We didn't destroy the mine. It's all over us! "

Said old John bitterly.

"Destroyed?"

The bartender was stunned.

As if he had thought of something, he approached old John and asked curiously:

"so Is the rumor true? A dragon is coming from the gold mine? Take up all the gold and the newly discovered magic stone mine? "

"Of course it's true. I saw it with my own eyes! That dragon It's the size of a mountain How fierce

Old John made a gesture.

It seems that he pulled the wound, and the pain made him show his teeth again.

"You're a bit seriously injured. Don't you go to see a priest or herbalist?"

The bartender frowned.

After listening to his words, there was a dim light in old John's eyes. He gave a hey and said to himself:

"I want to As a result, they didn't even go through the door of the church. "

"Why?"

"No money."

Old John made a show.

The bartender was dumb. He looked at Old John's rags and sighed.

In recent years, the church charges more and more for treatment, and he has heard about it.

"Here's your ale."

"Thank you..."

Old John took the ale and opened the lid.

He smelled the wine and smacked his lips.

It was his first time to buy this kind of high-quality ale, a bundle of which was worth a silver coin.

You know, if you change to inferior ale, you can buy ten bars!

Of course, it is high-quality wheat wine, but compared with the true pure wheat wine, it is also very poor.

However, this kind of wine was originally the drink of the common people. For example, the nobles simply disdained to drink it.

they usually drink wine, and wine from spirits, and baijiu.

It's like what it's called Erguotou?

That's what the Bard says.

But old John didn't order ale to drink.

Under the surprised eyes of the bartender, he poured out the wine carefully and sprinkled it on his wound.

"Hello, old John, what are you doing? Are you crazy?! If you don't drink it, give it to me. I haven't drunk much high-quality ale before. "

"Hey, what do you know? I'm sterilizing! Otherwise, such a deep wound, such a hot day, will get worse

"Disinfection? What a mess... "

"Don't you know that? Wine can be disinfected. It is said that it can It can kill the small animals in the wound, um Some of the small animals that we can't see are the ones that make the wounds worse. "

"Nonsense, who told you that?"

"The Bard on the street."

"Do you believe the Bard's words?"

"He said that he was brought by Fengyue freely. This is the way the spirit told him."

"Spirit..."

After listening to old John's words, the bartender raised his eyebrows and said nothing for a moment.

In recent years, the name of the Elven clan has become more and more famous. People in any city on the mainland know the rise of the Elven forest.

Not only that, the elves seem to know a lot about lost skills and knowledge. It is said that some of the contents surprised the legendary mages in the wizard tower, and they were extremely sought after

Thinking of this, the bartender also secretly wrote down this method and planned to try it later.

"I don't know if it will be OK tomorrow after spilling wine. The mine is gone, and I have to find a new place to work tomorrow..."

Looking at the deep wound, old John sighed.

"Mine? If you don't go to that cursed place, I've heard that many people who go to mine are ill. Look at you. It's only one year, and you look like you're more than 20 years old. "

The bartender shook his head.

"So what? I don't have any skills. I used to be a farmer. I've long had nothing to escape here. "

Old John sighed numbly.

After listening to his words, the bartender was also dejected for a moment.

In recent years, there have been more and more refugees fleeing, and starving people can be seen on the roadside every day.

Wars are going on everywhere, demons are invading, animal tides are breaking out, and even the weather is weird. This year, the whole fertile plain is suffering from severe drought, and the grain harvest is not good. However, the tax has gone up again

"It's better for Fengyue to get free I don't know when it's going to end in such a mess. "

Old John sighed.

"That's the credit of the Church of life. You know, it's said that Fengyue is free to lead there, and the priest himself uses divine power to rain."The bartender shook his head.

"Magic rain?"

Old John's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's the goddess of life and nature. Does nature understand? Let alone rain, it is said that some magic can make crops mature in a day! No one in the whole territory has been hungry since Fengyue was free to believe in the Church of life! "

Said the bartender.

"Goddess of life..."

Old John has a complicated look.

In recent years, the name of the goddess of life has become more and more loud, or even louder than the name of the spirit.

Even the bards on the street often tell stories about the goddess of life, which often attract a lot of audiences

Fight against evil gods, protect believers, spread knowledge, and lower divine power

It is because of his existence, because of the existence of the Church of life, the free collar of Fengyue recovered rapidly after the war and became more and more prosperous.

It's in stark contrast to the Empire.

There is no harm without comparison. Thinking of his experience just before the eternal church, old John's heart is more and more uncomfortable, more and more sad, and more and more disappointed.

"But the best place is the forest of elves, isn't it? I heard from the merchants in the caravan that the spirit city there is as beautiful as a palace, rich as a paradise But only elves and half elves with Elven blood can settle there. "

The bartender sighed.

"Spirit I've never seen elves before. Half elves met once when they were in the southern border. It was at the auction house. "

Said old John.

"Auction house? That should have been many years ago? "

The bartender raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, for many years."

Old John nodded.

They chatted with each other to pass the time.

Wine spilled on the wound, in addition to some discomfort at first, old John gradually got used to it.

And at this time, suddenly, the door of the pub was pushed open again.

Several figures with gorgeous equipment and tall stature came in.

The bartender looked over, slightly stunned.

And the whole pub, also gradually fell into silence.

"Jing Spirit

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