Chapter 540 Butcher

Compared with the huge damage caused by the "stealing priesthood" characteristic to gods, its benefits to oneself are not that outstanding.

At least it is not particularly useful to Tang Sen now.

After all, what can be stolen is only a priesthood, and it is also random. If a priesthood that has nothing to do with Tang Sen is stolen, not only may divinity not be produced, but the priesthood will also disappear directly.

The best use case for this one-time feature is to steal the priesthood of a god whose priesthood highly overlaps with your own after you have become a god, so that you can take the opportunity to completely plunder the influence of the priesthood.

"But I'm afraid I can't wait that long."

Tang Sen thought of the nameless god who was eyeing him.

"This characteristic is a timely help. For such a being, it must be very difficult to lose the divinity of a priest."

At the very least, he had some countermeasures against that god.

"Then it's time to go to the new world."

Tang Sen did not intend to change his plan. It was not long before he left Faerun. Before he returned, choosing to open up a new world would be the way to maximize his interests.

"I hope the unknown heavens can bring me some surprises."

"噌,哓,噌,嚓"

The rhythmic rubbing sound kept repeating in Tang Sen's ears. Tang Sen opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on the cold ground.

There is a strong smell of blood all around.

Tang Sen first looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a short and stocky figure standing in the dim room. In front of him was a dark red table with a thick, Next to the chopping board with countless knife marks was a whetstone, and a polished butcher knife was scratching rhythmically on the whetstone.

"A butcher."

The butcher's upper body was naked, his tendons covered with oily sweat, and his lower body was wearing a pair of coarse wide-leg trousers.

There were only a few oil lamps in the room, and there were no windows or vents except for a closed door, so the smell of blood was so strong that it was nauseating. Tang Sen looked at the source of the smell of blood besides the chopping board——

There were rows of shelves next to the brick wall, with a lot of bloody raw meat hanging on them. Half of a pig's head was passed through the nostril with an iron hook, and half of an arm was hanging next to it.

Tang Sen's eyes narrowed slightly.

It's human hands.

He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to look at himself.

What he was wearing was a dirty tunic whose original color could no longer be seen. It seemed to be a rough garment made by folding a piece of coarse cloth and cutting a hole in the center of the fold. The lower body was A pair of black trousers and bare feet.

A greasy, bloody rope trapped his hands and feet.

"Judging from the costumes, this world is not very civilized, even more primitive than the Pirates of the Caribbean world. Medieval?"

The butcher seemed to hear the movement on Tang Sen's side and turned around.

The lower half of his face was completely covered by a thick beard, and his hair was messy and even covered his eyes. Only the fierce light in the blue eyes could be seen in the gaps, as well as the nose that looked extra large due to the contrast of the hair. .

"Are you awake?" His voice was hoarse and low, as if he was talking about daily life: "You are not lucky enough to end everything in your sleep."

He rubbed the butcher's knife on his pants and said, "But don't worry too much, my knife sharpens very quickly and it will be over in no time."

"Where is this?" Tang Sen didn't act rashly, he just asked, but he quickly shook his head: "Forget it, try another method."

No need to waste time.

Tang Sen stood up, and the ropes on his hands and feet were broken without any hindrance.

"You-" The butcher was startled, but soon his expression became confused.

"Is this an ordinary person?" Tang Sen whispered, and then asked: "Who are you?"

"Nicholas." The butcher replied dully: "I am a butcher."

"Butcher?" Tang Sen glanced at the suspicious meat on the shelf.

"Sell the bad ones to the market and send the good ones to the castle." The butcher replied, "The nobles are willing to pay a good price."

Tang Sen did not ask which kind of meat was bad and which kind was good. It was easy to distinguish.

"where is this place?"

The butcher showed a puzzled expression and hesitated for a moment: "My basement?"

"Place name? Country?"

"Segovia!" the butcher replied quickly: "This is Segovia, the territory ruled by the great king."

Tang Sen frowned and thought for a moment, confirming that he had never heard of this place name.

However, since it is ruled by a king, his previous observation is obviously correct. The world is still in a very backward feudal system.

Tang Sen asked for a few more details, but the butcher obviously didn't have much knowledge. He kept asking for only the very little information he knew.

For example, he lives near the woods on the outskirts of the village. The village has no name, but he can overlook the castle in the distance, and the owner of the castle is the king who rules this territory.

For example, he attacked Tang Sen on the road not far away, plus the slaves he bought from others before, and planned to sell them to the castle after processing them.

Or he mentioned the missing princess, regretting that he would never have the chance to see the most beautiful person in the legend.

Tang Sen could feel the backwardness and barbarism of this world from the words of the other party. For this butcher, killing or cannibalism did not seem to be such a strange thing.

But if you want to know more about the world, you may have to go to the outside world to get more information.

"So, you are of no use anymore, can you please do it yourself?"

"Of course." The butcher raised the butcher's knife that he had sharpened and swung it towards his neck without hesitation.

He didn't lie, the knife was indeed very sharp, and his technique was very sophisticated, so a head rolled directly to the ground, and blood drenched his naked and greasy upper body like a fountain.

Tang Sen stopped looking at him, turned around, opened the basement door, and walked up the stairs.

The basement returned to calm, except for the gurgling sound of blood flowing, which soon turned into inaudible murmurs.

Then, the dead butcher's fingers suddenly moved, and dense granules grew from the end of his neck. These granules stretched and stretched, like red ropes, connecting to the broken head.

After a disgusting squirming sound, the head returned to the neck.

The butcher stood up and staggered back to the table.

"Kill and sell meat."

He picked up the butcher's knife and said, "Good meat. All good meat."