Job hunting in another world [Western Fantasy]

The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, shining colorful lights through the stained glass windows in the solemn and sacred church.

In the damp and dark dungeon under the church, Noah and Daniel sat opposite each other. After calming down, Daniel seemed decisive and relieved. Noah asked, "What does the contact person do?"

I don’t know if it’s because he cheated Noah, but Daniel answered Noah’s questions. He thought for a while and said, “I use my identity as a traveling merchant to deliver news to them and provide some funding for their actions. support."

"Then you came to Banyaf City because they have any activities in Banyaf City?"

Daniel was silent for a while, and said: "I can't tell you...but the followers of the Church of Chaos are not ordinary heretics. They have firm beliefs and execution capabilities, and are extremely united within. Over the years, their strength has developed rapidly. .”

Noah asked: "You said you are not a believer in the Church of Chaos, why are they willing to give you the task?"

"This is the wonderful thing about the Church of Chaos. Their god is an objective concept. I don't have to believe in a specific god." Daniel said: "So, if you want to choose between the Church of Light and the Church of Chaos , I will choose the Church of Chaos."

Noah thought silently, in fact, Daniel would not choose any of them.

He is a pure businessman and a true aristocrat, acting only in his own interest.

Therefore, he was noncommittal to Daniel's words. He lowered his head, put his fingers together, and kneaded his knuckles.

In such silence, Daniel said: "Mr. Missionary, I can see that you are different from other missionaries. You have a righteous heart and are very strong. What you want to understand is not the struggle between nobles, It's how civilians live."

Noah smiled: "You are also a kind and honest person."

Daniel smiled bitterly and sighed: "I have no choice. Mr. Missionary, I still don't know your name. Maybe we can get to know each other again."

"I am a traveling merchant, the liaison and investor of the Church of Chaos, Daniel Owen." Daniel said: "I have never abandoned my father's glory, and one day, I will return to the capital with the emblem of the Owen family. "

Compared to Daniel's impassioned, Noah only briefly said: "I am Noah Abush."

Daniel looked at him, his eyes gradually glowing: "Noah, as a missionary of the Illuminati Church, you have been exposed to the church since you were a child. No one understands the filth and depravity of the church better than you."

Noah said calmly: "But the Church of Light is growing stronger because of this."

"This is only temporary. Tyranny and greed cannot survive forever. Sooner or later it will be overthrown by a more powerful force, such as the Church of Chaos." Daniel licked his lips: "However, before that, we can make the right choice. Noah, you don't believe in the God of Light, what you believe in is...truth."

Noah looked up at him, his pupils were like a stream of light in the dark space.

"You believe in real life, how do people live, what do they eat, where do they sleep, how do they harvest, how do they create wealth, how do they reproduce, what kind of will do they have... and the Church of Chaos will present you with a more real world .”

"Where there is light, there is darkness."

Noah raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want me to join the Church of Chaos?"

"I just want you to understand that I will never interfere with your choice." Daniel shrugged: "In fact, I think you are very suitable to join the Church of Chaos. Like me, you don't believe in any gods..."

"No." Noah interrupted decisively: "I believe in power."

"I never intend to leave the Church of Light."

During the long conversation, the temperature is getting lower and lower, which means that the day is coming to an end.Some of those in the cells were taken away by the knights of trial, and others were brought in.

The wailing of those people reached Daniel's ears, and he couldn't help saying: "This is the Church of Light—they are so unscrupulous!"

Noah held the "Bright Holy Book" and asked without raising his head: "Your Excellency Daniel, how can you guarantee that when the Church of Chaos becomes the main faith, it will not become like this."

They fell into a long silence again, and both Daniel and Noah were thinking about their own problems.The darkness passed quickly, when a ray of sunlight leaked through the cracks in the stone, following the sound of clear and sharp footsteps, a trial knight stood in front of them, the same knight who arrested Noah yesterday.

Noah believed that he should be a knight commander.

"Take it out and send it to the trial court!"

Today is the day when Daniel and Noah will be judged.

……

When the sun fell on the skin, producing a little warmth, Aldrich realized that it was dawn.

Compared with other sounds, he first heard the tearing sound of whips hitting the human body.Aldridge looked over, and saw a Neilbrook man in commoner clothes and holding a long whip, beating a Neilbrook slave who was lying on the ground.

"Get up!" the Neilbrook yelled, "Lazy again!"

The slave on the ground twitched his hands and feet, struggled to get up amidst the dense whips, and then walked out of the house with deep kicks and shallow kicks.

Aldridge and the other slaves also started to walk slowly. The original clothes on his body had been snatched away, and his upper body was covered with scars. When he was just sent to Viscount Kurov's farm yesterday, that Neil The Brooke beat him up as a greeting.

Working all day and all night, the slaves were soaked in the mud, and tsetse flies and leeches jumped on them to suck blood.Aldrich saw a slave mowing the grass, and suddenly fell to the ground. His body was covered with blood-sucking insects, and only a few bones remained in his body. His expression was numb, as if he could no longer feel the pain.

After he died, he was randomly thrown out.

When the daylight was dim, they flocked to a clearing outside the farm, where a skinny Neilbrook was struggling to stir a steaming cauldron.Aldrich heard others call him Brick, and he was the only slave with a name on the farm.

Most of the slaves here have no names. They were sent from various places to the manor of Viscount Kurov, and then they were sent out quickly lying down. No one remembered who they were.

There was steam in the cauldron, but there was no smell of food at all, but a stench of excrement and soil, because the raw material was the soil under their feet.The pot of "breakfast" was a brownish-yellow thick substance with some strange solids floating around.The Neilbrook man lifted the bucket and poured the muddy water into it, so that the porridge tasted stronger.

It was this kind of "breakfast" that made the slaves flock to it. They rushed up and crowded around the cauldron, regardless of the scalding temperature, reaching out to scoop up the sticky paste.

boom! boom! boom!

The Stirring Neilbrook hit them on the head with a long-handled spoon and cursed, "Go away! You're lazy and greedy!"

The slaves dispersed, and each took a bowl to scoop up the rice, and the slave who scooped up a handful happily licked the residue on his fingers.Aldrich stood among them, his lean muscles gleaming in the sun, and he looked completely different from the other slaves.

The Neilbrook man took a look at him, and the spoon sank, giving him half a spoonful.

Others who grabbed the meal raised their necks and devoured the "breakfast". Their rule was to have one meal a day, work without interruption every day, and have no rest time.Clever slaves will find opportunities to take a nap while working, but face whipping from an overseer if caught.

Aldrich shook the bowl in his hand, but didn't eat it. He stood there, looking at the slaves who were buried in their breakfast, the Neilbrooks who had finished scooping up the porridge and were cleaning the cauldron, and came one after another. , but slaves without food...

This is the life of the slaves in Viscount Kurov's farm. In fact, this is how the slaves live in every manor.They served as a cheap and readily available fuel, providing the nobles with unlimited wealth.

Aldrich walked up to a skinny slave and brought the bowl to him. The slave was still a child with a bulging belly, but his limbs were as thin as a bamboo pole.

The thin slave gave him an incredulous look, because this kind of behavior was never seen on the farm.Then he quickly took the bowl, this action attracted the attention of all the slaves, they were staring at the thin slave, ready to snatch it at any time.But Aldrich was standing beside him, and there was a powerful and quiet aura coming from him, and the slaves did not dare to move rashly.

The skinny slave swallowed the food in a hurry, and the overseer soon came over waving his whip. From his expression, it could be seen that he ate much better than these slaves.

"Let you eat! Let you eat! Go to work!" The overseer urged the slaves to continue working in the farm, and the slaves who couldn't walk were naturally whipped again.Aldrich was about to follow when he was held by one hand.

"Why did you give him food?" Brick raised his head and asked seriously.

Aldrich didn't answer, and like the other slaves here, he seemed to have completely lost the ability to speak.

Talking, after all, is a labor-intensive thing.

"If you're hungry, come to me." Brick looked at his deep eyes, slender eyelashes and handsome outline, and his tone became sticky: "I'm Brick."

He was dressed in neat clothes and had a rosy face. Although he was a Neilbrook man, he had lived in the Viscount Kurov's farm since he was born.Viscount Kurov liked this boy, and specially gave him different treatment. He didn't need to work on the farm, and he could rest after cooking one meal a day.

Aldrich lowered his head and glanced at Brick, which made Brick turn red.Then he loosened the strength in his hand, and Aldridge had already left.