Chapter 215, Clearing - Logging, Businessmen, Women, Priests of the God of the Dead

Keir felt a little pity. The letter paper in his hand was yellow and dry. It was obvious that several years had passed since the letter was written. No matter how profitable the business was, it was probably gone.

I don’t know if the deal between the two companies in the letter was actually implemented in the end. I hope they won’t give up subsequent contact just because a trade request was ignored.

Keir shook his head and collected everything one by one. He took out the large and small letter boxes containing letters and parchments, as well as the upper part of the murder mechanism, and prepared to put them back in the carriage and store them carefully. With. Among them, letters, documents and other items, he would have to wait until later to find time to find someone who knew the high-level aristocratic language to translate them or teach him how to write them.

Feeling a little itchy on the back of his neck, Kil shook his head and felt that he would have to deal with these people in the future. If he didn't understand the high-level aristocratic language, he would always suffer a disadvantage in the exchange of information.

A similar example is the bandit gang like Barney the Mountain Wolf that I have just met before. They specially carved some marks in the woods that only their own people can recognize.

"I don't know if there is any magic or magic that can allow people to read and decipher symbols or words without any hindrance." He muttered and walked towards the open space.

It was already getting dark at this moment, some young refugees fell asleep in a daze, some were sitting blankly, and some were sobbing softly. In short, the atmosphere in the open space was not very good.

But there are still young people who are particularly excited after being attacked and killing the bandits last night. It seems that for the first time they have the power to control their own lives. Therefore, although overall everyone suffered heavy casualties, they are not from the same village. , Even the relationship between a village has distance and distance, right? In short, many people are very satisfied with the current situation.

Bloody Fangster found some of these people who were not strong enough, took them to the place where the killing mechanism had been released, and guided them to collect all the metal spikes scattered in a large area around them.

He looked at the wooden box that Kiel had emptied, pointed there and said, "Put all the collected metal spikes in there. Remember to clean and wipe the soil before putting them in. After collecting them around, Let’s all carry it to the knight’s carriage together. How about that?”

These people were relatively weak, but at the moment they were in good spirits and willing to do things, so they nodded in agreement.

"Okay, be careful and do it slowly. Don't get stuck by sharp metal. I have to lead people to cut the wood. Otherwise, there are so many corpses and I don't know how much wood I have to prepare to burn them."

"Sir, do we really have to burn the dead? I'm not saying not to burn. After all, our village has burned the dead before. But there are so many people and those hateful bandits! Burn them , wouldn’t it be easier for them?”

In many places, burning the bodies of deceased relatives and friends has the meaning of bidding farewell to the souls lingering in the world. The dead bodies in the human world are burned, and the wandering souls will enter the underworld without hesitation. It's not that people don't love their relatives and friends, it's just that the soul is trapped in the body after death, or even the body is occupied and driven by the wandering souls of other beasts, which is always a desecration of the dead.

"This is what the knight means. Go to work. Finish it early, set off early, and stay away from this bloody place."

Bloody Fangster waved his hand and told them not to think too much. Then he walked towards the crowd and called on the young people who had some strength to go logging with him.

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Kil sat on the edge of the carriage and rested for a while, watching Priest Batal begin to perform morning prayers after dawn with a team that had fewer believers than yesterday. The power of the god of agriculture in his body also became active and high for a while.

He didn't know what the reason was, but it was always a good thing, especially since he didn't join in and prayed, so he could reap the benefits for nothing.

Bloodfangster summoned a logging team of hundreds of people, especially the most powerful and energetic ones in the team. He didn’t know what he had promised to those who were willing to log. In short, he carried all kinds of people who could barely log. Hundreds of people carrying tools rushed over to cut trees in a lively manner.

He had returned to the place where he fought with the magic simulacrum. As expected, similar to the coin simulacrum warrior used by the military priests of the God of Wealth Church, the guy made of magic power has now turned into a little doll again.

Kil picked it up and found that the object would glow when it was close to the unknown bell. Only then did Kil realize that the two were matching magic props. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to use these things, and it was impossible to get the methods from the enemy during battle.

Maybe you can ask Baron Kendall later to learn how to use these things. So Kiel carefully hid it for later use.

After resting enough, Kil stood up from the fire next to the carriage and strode over to help cut the wood.

He took out the blue water-crossing head, put it on his shoulder, took off his helmet and hung it on the hilt of his sword.

"I'm coming too, ah, I have so much strength that I can't finish it."

Kiel, whose eyes glowed green, shouted a greeting, strode to catch up with the logging team, and walked in front with his fingers and fingers: "Leave this, this, this piece of trees to me!"

He took care of everything, which actually reduced the workload of many logging teams.

"Take it easy."

Bloodfangster laughed twice and advised Kiln not to brag, but Kiln just patted his chest and said there was no problem.

The two-handed ax weighing more than ten kilograms was as light as a slender branch in Kiel's hand at this time. He was playing with it by throwing it up and down. When he came to the big tree, he was not polite and directly tied his hands firmly. The leg twisted around and swung the ax.

The tree spirit pattern on the ax came to life, and with a few moves, Kil cut half of the tree trunk thicker than a human waist.

It seems to be even stronger than before last night.

"It seems you all had a good meal last night?"

There is no animal pattern of a big snake on the axe. Obviously, when Yueshui Skull killed the wild python, he did not take a fancy to the other person's soul, but directly let the soul of the monster Warcraft that resided in it be added to the five. The big snake's soul was completely eaten.

That's why the spirit of the dryad on the ax is particularly active today.

After chopping one side, Kil came to the other end of the big tree and almost cut off the trunk of the big tree in a few simple strokes.

He shouted: "Attention--the tree! It's fallen! It's--!"

Even though there was no one else around him to help cut down the tree.

Crash, bang!

The big tree fell towards the outside of the woods.

At this time, Bloodtusk commanded some young men with machetes and short knives to come up to help and cut off all the branches of the big tree except the trunk. The trunk is an important burning material, but branches can also be burned. Now they are in urgent need of firewood to burn the corpses, and these branches and leaves with high moisture content must also be used.

Kil then came to the other side of the big tree he had planned to cut down. There was no one here, so he could swing the ax arbitrarily and show his strength.

Many people were looking at Keir who was working enthusiastically from a distance or close. Some people were puzzled. They didn't understand why a young knight who was a knight lord would also do the work himself. Wouldn't it be enough to just sit or ride a horse and watch them work?

They didn't know that Kil was not a real knight noble, and he was still training as a knight. If it weren't for the need for a knight to manage these young refugees, Kil wouldn't consider himself a knight.

After all, no one cares about it now in the wild, but when it comes to the city, it's hard to say.

Maybe deal with it as a Kendall?

Others who looked around were full of envy. They also longed to have such power, a tall figure, strength far exceeding the strength of ten ordinary people, flawless armor, and a tall horse.

These are all symbols of strength, and they are exactly what many people can only hope for, the real power that can change and take charge of their lives.

The rescued businessmen sitting next to a fire at the edge of the clearing were half-heartedly tinkering with the hot porridge in the iron pot. They had also been stuffed with a handful of plump wheat grains that gave off a faint light early in the morning. After testing for a while whether the food was edible, they finally made an edible breakfast.

Most of the people in this group were silent, and even if someone spoke, they were just whispering to themselves.

The old businessman was different from the others. He was teaching the young man step by step how to make a good pot of wheat porridge.

"Take it with a pinch of salt! That's the trick."

As he said this, he took out a small bag that he had hidden last night, which contained half a bag of salt grains.

It may seem strange to hide half a bag of salt instead of some coins, but an old businessman who has been in business all his life understands that this is a really useful practical trick.

Salt can bring strength to people and can ward off evil spirits and protect the body. No matter where it is, it has a certain value as long as it is an intelligent creature. In particular, the finer the salt, the higher its value.

Of course, the tawny coarse salt is not valuable, but the half bag of refined salt grains he owns is worth a few copper coins.

The young man grabbed a small handful of salt grains with his right hand that had no missing fingers and was about to sprinkle it into the wheat porridge.

The old businessman shook his head, handed over the salt bag, and gestured to the young man to put the salt back: "It doesn't need to be much, just a small amount will be enough. If you put this amount in, everyone will not be able to eat this pot of wheat porridge." .”

The young man blushed with embarrassment and quickly put back the extra salt grains. This time, he just picked up a few pinches of salt with his fingertips and sprinkled it into the porridge.

The old businessman nodded, started stirring with a long-handled wooden spoon, and said: "Most things have a suitable level. Master this trick and know the degree of need for each thing. It can make a good meal. At least, it won’t be too bad.”

The young businessman sitting next to him sneered: "What's the use of talking about these big principles? What should we do now? What are these idiots doing? No one knows, they are just sitting here. What are you waiting for?" "

Then came the frightening complaints about hundreds of bloody corpses. When they came over in the middle of the night, they had not discovered this yet. At dawn, they saw many corpses lying on the ground at one end of the open space. Businessmen, not just this young man, They were all shocked.

Many people's originally relaxed nerves became tense again.

"At least they gave us food. Although it's shiny, it's fine as long as we can eat it. This means comfort. Do you understand this?"

The old businessman explained casually. He handed the wooden spoon to the young man and asked him to stir it himself to prevent the strong flame from scorching the wheat grains at the bottom of the iron pot.

The young businessman waved his hand to express his understanding, but had no intention of speaking.

Others tried not to look in the direction of the corpse. They held the wooden bowls they picked up when escaping from the bandit's lair, smelling the natural aroma of boiled wheat grains, and came closer.

Next to it, several weak rescued women gathered together. Ms. Fenia was picking up her spirits and quietly asked about the experiences of other rescued girls.

The middle-aged lady who was rescued with the businessman was also here. She was a little dissatisfied: "I think we just jumped from one fire pit to another. I think the refugees were attacked by bandits." The two gangs are just attacking each other."

Ms. Fenia comforted the female companion who quickly became close to her: "This is different. There are knights and priests, which means these people are in order. They set off from the White Stone City Wall Pass, although they did not know the purpose It doesn’t matter where the land is, but as long as they can drop us in the towns when they pass by them in the middle of the journey.”

"That's what I hope. Sisters, you and I are the only ones still considering this matter. Look at these little girls, they huddle together and wipe their tears. Aren't they just being played with by men for a while? What's the matter? , you think of it this way, only those wealthy and noble aristocratic women have the right to play with men as they please, pick and choose, and choose the good-looking and handsome ones. We are barely the same as them. Although we have no choice, we can at least be capable of men. Yes. Don't cry, there will still be a long time to come."

The middle-aged woman from a wealthy family comforted the others. Although what she said was unreasonable, her nonsense at least stopped the other rescued women from crying. I don’t know if I really believe these fallacies, or if I at least have a pillar or excuse to support and comfort myself when I am most vulnerable.

Ms. Fenia also put on a smile and encouraged these crying young women. But she dismissed this in her heart. What supported her before was revenge against that ruthless and unjust guy. After the young knight broke the mountain wolf Barney's neck, although she was not very satisfied, at least the hole of revenge was basically filled.

Now that the man who was commanded by her and controlled by her was gone, she felt relaxed and at ease like never before. Although she was still a little confused without a goal, she still felt relaxed.

Looking around, there were empty-headed puppets everywhere. She could easily tell who could be controlled by her words and who could not.

Her eyes glanced at the young refugees gathered aimlessly on the ground, and a soft hum came from her nose.

Eyes scanning the priests and large numbers of believers gathered for morning prayers, she immediately folded her hands and pretended.

Her eyes swept across the group of young people logging in the distance and the young knight who felled the tree alone, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

Her eyes swept across the large mass of bloody corpses not far away. Not only was she not afraid, she was even a little proud, because the corpse of Barney the mountain wolf, the man before her, was stacked with other corpses, and there were other corpses inside. The rest of Barney the Coyote's gang exists.

It's nice that they're all dead, and she's still alive and can look at the dead guys.

Her eyes swept over the nearby group of rescued businessmen who had a bad atmosphere. Except for the old businessman, she could not see through them. In her opinion, the others were just new money bags.

Finally, her eyes glanced at a few carriages not far away, and a middle-aged businessman full of energy fell into her eyes. She couldn't see through this person. Most of the other businessmen looked like they had lost their ideals and souls, but this middle-aged businessman was constantly performing and showing his value.

Yes, in her opinion, this middle-aged businessman was deliberately performing a show of personal value. It was obviously just a trivial matter handed over to him by the young knight, but this man acted as if he had been rewarded and tried his best to carry out the tasks one by one. Do your best to handle small things personally.

What is he for? Picture what?

It seemed like she had to find a way to figure it out.

"Sisters, smell it, the wheat porridge is ready, let's go over and eat some. We can't be sad here all the time. Tears have to be hydrated before they can flow out, right?"

Ms. Fenia first tried her best to stand up, and then personally lifted up the others who were also weak.

"You're right, girls, go get something to eat. No matter what, you can't treat yourself badly." The middle-aged woman said loudly. She was very familiar with the other rescued businessmen, so she felt embarrassed to go there to eat. nothing.

"Old man, do you have any extra tableware here? These guys also need to eat something, right? After all, those people arranged for us rescued people to be together. In this case, we are all a family .”

The middle-aged woman was not polite. After she came and sat down, she asked the young man to be the first to serve her a bowl of wheat porridge.

"Young man, come on, give me a full bowl for my sister. Hey, I never ate these things at home before, but now I think these things are quite delicious. Hey, when can I go home? "

Everyone around them curled their lips. At least this woman had a home to return to, which was half a relief. Many people had nothing and were even in debt. It's the worst if you can't go back to your home, right?

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White Stone Wall Level, local Church of the God of the Dead.

Several priests put on relatively complete sets of common priest equipment for combat, and then they got on a donkey cart carrying the corpse. The pastor who led the team waved to the other pastor who was guarding the church and asked him to take the young trainee priests back.

"Be prepared, don't worry. These weapons and equipment at the bottom of the box, no matter what happens there, there will definitely be no problem in protecting the few of us."

Then the priest who drove the cart raised his whip to urge the donkey to set off, and the donkey yawned and took steps.

The Church of the God of the Dead is usually located in the sub-center area of ​​the town. They quickly exit the remote streets of the level and then enter the main road of the level.

The leading priest keenly noticed that the number of refugees begging on the streets today was greatly reduced. This gave him an unpleasant thought: 'Soldiers who did not know how to check the checkpoint pulled a large number of refugees to the uninhabited area east of the checkpoint and killed them, right? ’

He quickly jumped off the donkey cart and rushed to an old man who was begging for food with his grandchildren: "Let me ask you, where are the young people among you? Where have they gone?"

The old man first comforted the child who was frightened by the strange equipment, and then calmly stood up and replied to the priest. He seemed to have eaten enough recently and gained some strength.

"Replying to the priest, a Saturn priest and a knight came the night before yesterday. They were blessed by the great Saturn and had the ability to drop gifts of food. We old bones discussed it for a while, and the young people gathered together It’s hard to pass the level, and you’ll have to cause trouble sooner or later, so why don’t you let those two distinguished people lead you and follow you to do things.”

After receiving the news, the head priest asked several other middle-aged women and middle-aged men with children who were begging on the roadside, and they all got the same answer.

The news gave him mixed feelings. He was happy that at least the negative energy aura he sensed was not the killing caused by the checkpoint soldiers. These aristocratic henchmen did not do the most wrong things.

What's worrying is that something happened to those people.

The priests and knights of the god of agriculture were blessed by God and sent down grain?

Could it be that there are believers and priests of the Evil God Church who want to take advantage of the chaotic period in the southern province to cause big troubles?