I have a shelter

These people knew they had done something wrong, and the tone of the lord's voice suddenly reminded them of how this guy looked when they first met him in the village yesterday. At this time, the stupid villagers remembered that their lord was not a good-talking priest, but a noble who frightened people.

These ignorant people could not fully understand what the lord said, but they could hear that he was angry.

The morning of the shelter was silent, and only the words of the lord echoed around.

"The first type is the untouchables. They are like animals, born with sin. They know that because of the sins they committed in their previous lives, they will never be able to turn over in this life, but the lords are enlightened and the gods are merciful, so these untouchables can make themselves live better in the process of atonement through their own efforts. If the sins of this life are redeemed, they will have the opportunity to no longer be untouchables in the next life."

"The second type is called the fools. They are not only as lowly as untouchables, but also stupid. They are born with sins but don't know it. The lords think they deserve to be whipped and let them do the most despicable things, but the gods are merciful. Merciful, so the more despicable things they do, the more they can atone for their sins. As long as they work hard, they still have a chance to live a good life. "

"The third type is called the mob. They are not only despicable and stupid, but also like to go further and further on the wrong path! Such people deserve to be hanged or burned. But God is all-tolerant. At the end of their sinful lives, as long as they repent before they die, they will not go to hell. There is still a chance to be a human in the next life!"

George is now playing the role of an angry lord. The three types of civilians in his mouth are extremely insulting, but the villagers don't care, because they have long been accustomed to them, and even regard these names as common sense.

George knows this. In this dark feudal era where he lives, this group of ordinary people who have been circulated by the nobles like sheep have been educated in this way.

This education makes them have no thoughts, do not know how to think independently, have no opinions, and do not know how to question. They are a group of insensitive, man-eating zombies.

And in this world, no one has experienced the baptism of the revolution, so naturally they don't know how to resist and question.

Today he played the role of such a lord. He wanted to use these three types of people to divide the people who gathered together for the riot, let them play the cards in their hands to their teammates, and then play a game of landlords with them.

In this melee, he will complete a big reshuffle, and the bad cards in his hand will naturally be replaced with good cards.

Some people understood what George said this time, but more people stared with wide eyes thinking about what the lord meant.

The lord paused, glanced around with a cold look, and asked: "Tell me, who among you is a pariah, who is a fool, and who is a mob?"

This time everyone understood, and they began to feel cold all over in fear, and shivered like a sieve.

They looked at the monster behind the lord, which was hung by several brackets, and looked around to find out who among them was a pariah, who was a fool, and who was a mob.

Looking for who should be hanged today - some people without food blame those who hid the food, because they caused all the trouble today. People with food blame those who took the lead - but they look a bit difficult to deal with. So they start to worry whether they will be hanged.

The legs of people in all three groups began to weaken, but they all ignored the lords they had complained about before - because they could not unite at all, and how could peasants who were not united fight against landlords?

The scene was dead silent, and the morning was getting colder. The lord suddenly broke the silence and interrupted the thinking of some smart people, not giving them any chance to unite. He said: "The untouchables are smart, and the fools know what to do with everyone. I think you already know who the mob is, report him - of course, I hope he can stand up by himself, and I will give him a chance to redeem himself."

The scene was no longer so cold.

The lord's words completely divided these fools - almost everyone thought they should not be a mob. They hope to be pariahs and strive to be pariahs - they all hope to do something for the lord to prove that they are pariahs.

For example, report the mob!

But who is the mob? Who is suitable to be a mob?

Some people can't figure it out - these reactions are slow. Some people are smart and know what's going on, but they lack some courage.

So, those who are the bravest and the most "smart" stood up - they are the most cunning and lazy mobs of "Daniel".

As these real "werewolves" suddenly stood up and stretched out their fingers, in that loud shout, everyone's eyes followed Daniel and others' pointing and looked at the poor crazy woman.

The crowd exploded and reached a consensus almost in an instant!

- She is the mob that should be hanged!

This crazy woman can be provoked by everyone and no one likes her. If she is hanged, the matter will be settled. Everyone can easily turn over this chapter. Everyone is happy.

It doesn't hurt the harmony between neighbors.

"It's her! It was her sin that brought the evil demon here! It was she who made the evil demon spy on us poor people!~" "Master! We are all untouchables, not mobs!" "I am a fool, I am a fool, whip me with a whip, the former lord whipped me every time he came!" "I have evidence! I saw her sneaking around in the cemetery this morning! It must be her doing it! She is making a deal with the devil!"

Everyone talked at once, extremely united - no one was a mob, the one who deserved to die was the crazy woman! They became agitated, pushing the girl who was trembling in the same place to the front, hiding themselves behind her, and when she was dragged to the high platform, some people began to throw stones at her, shouting to burn her to death!

'The brave are angry and draw their swords against the stronger; the cowardly are angry, but draw their swords against the weaker. ' George watched all this coldly. He knew that the first people to be selected were the most innocent and truly innocent poor people among all the villagers.

He had just seen the farmhouse where the thin girl lived on the road.

It couldn't even be called a farmhouse.

Because it was originally for the corpse collectors.

There were many good houses in the shelter, simple but not bad. And this group of fools only had about thirty households, so she should be able to get a decent house no matter how they were divided.

But she lived in the worst and simplest one, not only half collapsed, but also the closest to the cemetery.

Because she didn't deserve it! Not only did the villagers not allow it, but she herself also felt that it should be so.

Sometimes, even when she got up in the morning to go to the toilet, she would be falsely accused of entering the cemetery and making a deal with the devil.

But she was used to it, just like those people who were vying to be pariahs, she was used to the word witch.

Even now, even if the villagers tore her apart, dragged her to the platform by her dirty hair, and threw dirty things and stones at her. She was covered in bruises and had no reaction, and she felt that she might really deserve to die.

But this kind of damnation was not because she felt that she had made a mistake. But her heart had already died.

This world was too painful, and she was labeled after she was born.

She was born in the black tide, and the terrified people put all their hatred for the black tide on her. In the place where she used to live, she was dragged to the bridge by her father and almost hanged.

After the rope broke, she drifted to the shore at the bottom of the river, was rescued by refugees, and began to be displaced.

During the escape, she felt warmth, which rekindled her hope of life.

But she was destined to be a hateful and ominous person. She always knew things that others didn't know. She knew she shouldn't say it, but she couldn't watch those people who saved her and gave her food die tragically in the disaster, and didn't want what happened in the dream to become real again.

However, after things were confirmed one by one, people began to think that she brought ominousness to the village.

Gradually, those once gentle eyes began to become indifferent and strange, and gradually began to reject and hate.

She had tried to commit suicide, but all her wounds would heal quickly in the darkest fog. Perhaps only the sacred flame could purify her completely.

Thanks to '_Lengshen' for the 100 reward!