Chapter 139: Because we are the eldest sons of the gods

Chapter 139: Because we are the eldest sons of the gods

When Pawa arrived in Yao City, his stomach was empty and he was hungry and tired.

The sixteen-year-old outsider stood on the street, looking at the passers-by with confusion and nervousness.

The people here were all dressed in linen clothes, leather armor, fur coats, or black robes. Every person seemed to have a status and looked respectable.

Pawa was shirtless, with only a dirty piece of black cloth covering his waist and thighs.

His body was covered in scabs, with calluses and sores on his wrists and feet from the ropes, and a branding iron scar on his back symbolizing his slave status.

The gazes from the people around him made Pawa feel ashamed, and he couldn’t help but want to escape from here.

But where could he escape to?

Outside this holy city, there were slave traders everywhere.

He would only be caught again and sold to another slave owner, to be whipped and tortured again.

He remembered the words of that tall man.

"Don’t let the slave traders catch you again. You might not see me next time."

That man called himself Copper Sea, leading a group called the Northern Temple Army. The slave traders gnashed their teeth at them, calling them pirates, thieves, and executioners, but they were also terrified of them.

Pawa clenched his fists.

He wouldn’t go anywhere. He would rather die in this holy city. He didn’t want to be whipped, burned, stabbed with spears, forced to drink dirty water, or eat pig food like a dog.

Pawa looked around and saw the tall and sacred building.

The temple.

This was the original temple of the gods, the earliest place of miracles.

Pawa walked along the street towards it.

Beside the temple, there were people kneeling, praying, and worshiping the gods.

Among these people were scholars in robes, hunters and adventurers in leather armor, farmers and fishermen in linen clothes, as well as foreigners and mountain people with strange clothes and different skin colors.

They spoke different languages, but they all faced the same temple.

Here, language was not a barrier.

Everyone knew that they were all the same. In front of the gods, they were all devout believers and insignificant followers.

Pawa followed their lead and knelt on the ground.

Would the gods respond?

He didn’t know.

Pawa’s hometown was on a small island in the south, where there was no temple, but the gospel of God Yao was also spread there.

He heard that the gods hadn’t performed miracles or bestowed blessings for many years.

Even the closest attendants of the gods, the apostles, had disappeared. Only the Bone King occasionally appeared to help those who were injured by monsters.

Pawa closed his eyes and prayed silently.

Omnipotent God Yao...

Pawa begged you to give me guidance, so that I won’t be a slave anymore.

The young islander prayed devoutly.

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But I became a slave, while he is a respected scholar.

This made Pawa feel even more ashamed, as if the scars on his body were burning.

Just because he left his hometown and came to Yao City, while I was sold as a slave to Salt City.

"Why?"

Pawa asked in dialect, "Why are you helping me?"

Qubiro smiled and did not answer.

For a moment, Pawa felt like crying.

He didn’t know why. It wasn’t fear, nor jealousy. It was something indescribable that made his eyes sour and his heart particularly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a white light lit up from a distant tower. The light was gentle and warm, like a giant oil lamp, making people feel warm.

Then a second light lit up on a tall stone monument in the center of the square.

Pawa was so scared that he shrank his neck.

But the surrounding citizens and believers all looked up, their faces showing undisguised smiles. The whole street echoed with people’s loud cheers.

"The miracle of the gods, the grace of the gods!"

"The great god has returned!"

"The ancient monument has finally received the blessing of the miracle!"

"The Theological College has been recognized by the god, this is the god’s reward."

......

Pawa looked confused.

"Why help others? Let me tell you, Pawa." Qubiro next to him slowly said.

"Because we are the eldest sons of the gods!"

The young scholar pointed to the two glowing buildings in the distance, his face full of confidence and certainty: "This represents that we are the best city."

"No matter how the era changes, we will always uphold the glory of the holy city!"

......

Lu Yao yawned.

Unfortunately, the lighthouse collapsed on its own during the change of the era. Only the monument and Theological College of Yao City could be transformed into wonders.

Faith -8000 in the upper right corner.

This was the first time Lu Yao actively built a wonder.

Only the first wonder built has a discount, the monument consumed 3000 faith, and the Theological College behind it consumed the original price of 5000 faith.

At first, Lu Yao was more optimistic about Salt City. Its economic foundation was strong, and its citizens were ambitious from top to bottom.

But it collapsed from within.

In the first season of A Tale of Two Cities in the pixel world, Yao City, which united people’s hearts, had the last laugh.

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