I have a shelter

"If you keep chirping, I will pull your tongues off and use them to strangle your necks." After saying that, he glanced at the "rules" on the wall, then looked at the bed that was already neatly arranged, patted the ruler in his hand, and left here with some disappointment.

This was the room that Aunt Hathaway paid special attention to. Without finding an excuse, he didn't dare to touch the people here.

The room returned to silence, and the girls pricked up their ears with pale faces. Not long after, a roar came from the next door, as if ordering the girls who made mistakes to take off their pants. Then there were waves of rulers and crying. Not long after, the door next door was closed, and there was no sound of people walking in the corridor. The crying of the girl in the next room became more desperate.

A younger lady in Theresa's room finally couldn't help but collapse and covered her face and cried. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, not daring to make any sound, and her desperate tears could not stop flowing down.

Angel walked over and hugged her in his arms to comfort her.

"Angel, he is not threatening us. I know he will do it." The girl said.

"Don't be afraid. As long as we don't violate the rules, he can't do anything to us." Angel said here, pursed his lips, and added in his heart: "I hope so."

Teresa whispered to everyone: "It won't take too long. Let's all be patient. Sister Hathaway said that after a while, the manager here will be replaced, at least it will be a woman."

After changing clothes, the girls walked into the corridor and followed the flow of people to a hall in the underground hall. Some monks had already arrived in the hall in advance. After seeing them smile at themselves, Theresa and others felt relaxed all over.

There was already a girl who got into Sister Hathaway's arms and cried. Sister Hathaway patted her back like a mother and comforted the collapsed child. I don't know what the girl said before, and the people around her were very pale. And the sister's face was also ashen.

"Why didn't you tell me after so long?"

The girls lowered their heads and remained silent, like lambs, terrified.

"If anyone tells you to strip for a check again, don't keep silent! No monk will allow this to happen!" Sister Hathaway said, "I will deal with this matter. The shelter will never allow such scum to exist!"

After Sister Hathaway, the 'Grand Bishop of Discipline', lost her temper, she called two other priests. After learning about this, the two sisters walked out of the hall with dark faces. Then Sister Hathaway comforted everyone.

She vowed in her heart to punish severely - this kind of scum should be hanged after the parade!

Gradually, almost all the people have arrived. There are six or seven hundred blood descendants and three hundred shelter residents in the entire hall. These residents are monks, working here on a voluntary basis. One person is responsible for two blood descendants. Generally, the staff will be fixed, but occasionally they will change shifts with other residents. And the one named Dan is one of these monks.

Under the auspices of Sister Hathaway, the blood descendants and the monks prayed together.

Many blood descendants once believed in the Seven Gods, knew the doctrines and many prayers. But the prayers here are very different from those they know. There is nothing praising the gods, and gratitude is also for the generosity of neighbors and the heroic efforts. Praise is for hardworking people and the belief in justice.

Some noble blood descendants who have studied the history of theology said that these prayers have a retro flavor, because in the beginning, the belief in the Seven Gods was so pure. Some people think this is a kind of innovation and subversion, and even feel panic because the prayers describe what the gods represent, not the gods themselves.

But because of this, many blood nobles feel at ease. Because they have always believed that they have been abandoned by the Seven Gods, and the only ones who can accept them may be these unique monks.

In the first period of time, the blood descendants had different thoughts in their hearts when they prayed. But now there are more and more people who are in awe and piety. Because every time at this time, they would see a faint light in their hearts. This light was like a ray of sunlight that suddenly appeared in the darkness, which made them feel very frightened, because this ray of sunlight made them feel a stinging and burning pain. But when the darkness in their hearts was gradually replaced by light, in the stinging pain, their cold blood would feel an unprecedented warmth. Let the restless and eager souls in their hearts be gradually appeased, and the desire for blood in their hearts would gradually calm down.

What Teresa could feel was beyond this stage. She tried to accept this ray of sunlight according to the method Dan had told her. From the initial stinging and burning, to the later warmth and tranquility, and now, she can feel a strange power from this ray of sunlight, filling her body.

It was as if her whole body and mind had broken free from the darkness, thrown away the gray and rotten embers, and reborn in the sun, and had a new self.

One day, she made a bold attempt, took a big step forward in the vent, and exposed her body to the sun. And at that moment, she suddenly found that she had earned the right to bask in the sun.

She cried with joy and flew around in the sunlight. Even though the sunlight was a little dazzling, she was eager for the warm feeling.

She believed that she could walk out of the basement at dawn and dusk. Because dawn had accepted her.

But she never dared to go out, because in the stories outside, they were evil blood descendants.

After the prayer, it was time to eat. The food in the cafeteria has been getting better and better recently. Thinking of the deep red wine, Theresa was about to drool - everyone used to drink only sour wine, but it is said that after repeated applications from Sister Hathaway, this matter finally won the consent of the Grand Lord, and "that person" also compromised under the order of the Grand Lord.

Thinking of this, Theresa couldn't help but feel very fortunate, fortunate for everything that Sister Hathaway and many monks have done for them.

And she also cherished every grain of food and wine - according to Sister Hathaway, many old people have not drunk these things yet. There is indeed a reason why the Grand Lord did not agree to this matter before.

Now the improvement of life has been turned upside down.

In the early days, they had gone through a very terrible period. At that time, it was still snowy outside, and everyone lived in a temporary refugee camp outside the town, isolated from humans. Not only was it cold and bitter, but they also had to worry about the sunlight coming out of the simple house.

Perhaps the word "living" may not be appropriate, because their feet were tied tightly with iron chains.

Whenever the night fell and the whistle blew, the knights would walk into the house and pull them into the snow for training. Those who learned to obey orders would be slowly arranged to a slightly better room.

And no matter who it was, after the training, they had to go to the church to dig the soil and work, and the unlucky people would be assigned to the cemetery to deal with the dead zombies, or catch mice.

At that time, the great lord seemed to have a lot of prejudice against the blood descendants-he believed the words of "that person" very much, and believed that things like "blood elves" did not exist at all.

Until later, with everyone's constant self-proof and Mammy Hathaway's constant struggle, the Grand Lord finally began to gradually believe that the 'blood elves' existed - they were the chosen ones, with extraordinary power and magical talents, and were born from ordinary people with one thousandth of the discipline.

Like the Dawn Knights, they protected their families, their friends, and all friendly and innocent people.

Since then, Theresa's life has finally begun to change.

At that time, Theresa and the others had already gotten used to those jobs - no matter what dirty and tiring work, the old people were rushing to do it. And they were not like the blood elves, who would not be infected with the plague.

As 'Dan' said, work is not divided into noble and humble, only labor and diligence are the most glorious things.

And if you don't do it, I don't do it, who will do it? The more capable people are, the more responsibilities they should bear - just like those Dawn Knights.

The blood elves are not as powerful as the Dawn Knights, but they are much more powerful than the old people, so they should naturally take on things within their ability.

Although everyone still doesn't like to do dirty work, no one is as resentful as before - after all, even ordinary people don't feel resentful when doing these jobs, and they never complain.

And their labor has finally paid off - just like those refugees, they lived in shacks at first, but in this labor, they already have a new house to live in.

Living in this Dawn Cathedral is something that many people can only dream of but cannot get. And just as Aunt Hathaway said, they do the hardest and most tiring work, so they should naturally have the best room.

When the toxins in their bodies are removed, they no longer need to be isolated.

Now, there are even many things sent by the people on everyone's bed - puppets, dolls and toys! Family members often visit these "sick" people.

The utensils in Miss Xu's room are almost the same as those at home. Going to class every day is the happiest thing for them, and the daily "sports" is the most tearful thing for them. I heard that a sports class has been added recently - carrying manure.

When I voted, I also cast a vote under the encouragement of Sister Hathaway.

I heard that many people have already taken this class, and I don’t know when it will be my turn.

Teresa already regretted it a little.

However, after the vote for ‘carrying manure’ passed, as the blood elves continued to participate in these tasks, the vote on ‘skills’ was finally passed unanimously in the vote of the people.

Perhaps, it is really not far from getting rid of the status of slavery.

After that, Theresa will have the opportunity to become a knight, or a priest.

Even a wizard.

Indeed, I am a powerful blood elf, and I should take it as my responsibility to protect the weak like Knight Commander ‘Jack’ and Sister Hathaway. Although it is glorious to take on part of the work of handling monster corpses for the people, how can it be compared with the glory of taking up arms? !

If I become a priest, does it mean that I can also go to the night market casually?

Can I also wear divine armor like the beautiful ‘elf’ who walked out of the painting?

Teresa clasped her hands together, and an immense hope rose in her heart.