Zombie King of Blood Race

The sun has risen to the highest point, and this is the hottest time of the day. The scorching sun scorches the earth, making the branches and leaves that are still green in the morning become wilted.

Although Tausig was not afraid of the sun, he still subconsciously narrowed his eyes because the sun was too glaring.

"Your Excellency Taussig, let's go!" Slowly Taussig stepped out of the church, and Taft, who subconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly like Taussig, greeted.

He didn't speak, just nodded slightly to Taft, and Tausig glanced at Taft's empty hands calmly.

So the gods of this world also need sacrifices?

Even though they were wearing linen clothes, they were covered in sweat from the heat. The people headed by Taft had long lost interest in talking. They just wanted to walk faster and go back quickly so they could find a shady place to have a good rest. .

Walking through the streets that became more smelly due to the sun exposure, and crossing the crowded market full of sweaty smell, the people who returned to their destination let out a long breath.

Fortunately, fortunately, they chose the shade of the tree as a place to rest, or else..., looking at the people not far away who were still exposed to the sun, the villagers led by Taft were very grateful for their foresight.

After taking a sip of warm beer, their languid emotions rose a bit, and everyone who had regained their spirits finally became interested in talking, and then they started chatting.

After chatting and chatting, the topic came to Tausig, and everyone turned their eyes to Tausig who was thinking not far away.

Their eyes seemed hidden, but they were actually fiery. How could Tausig not have noticed their eyes that could see even the dead? He turned his head to look at everyone.

"?"

"That..." Encouraged by everyone, Taft looked at Tausig hesitantly.

"?"

"that……"

"........."

"That..., that..., Lord Taussig, can you..., can you show me..., the one that God has given you, that..., um, holy object." After finishing these words Finally, Taft looked at Tausig eagerly.

Without hesitation, and without hesitation, Tausig took out the 'relic' and handed it to Taft.

If they didn't mention it, he would have forgotten that there was a holy object in his arms.

holy thing~~~

Ah.

It's not like Tausig seems pious, but he doesn't really care. Taft wiped his hands carefully, and then Tausig took the holy object from Tausig's hands. Then, like everyone else, he looked at Sacred object in hand.

This is a holy object!

Unexpectedly, in his lifetime, he would not only be able to see the sacred object at such a close distance, but also touch the sacred object with his own hands. He really died without regret.

Like Taft, there were other people who had the same idea. They all looked at the holy object in Taft's hand excitedly.

It's not big, only one finger long, without any patterns, and the seemingly unpretentious 'cross' suddenly becomes mysterious because of a line of ancient characters on it, and this mystery also makes the sacred object even more sacred.

Attracted by the sacred objects, they gathered around Taft, and everyone ignored the 'horse' carriage that was driving towards them.

Except for merchants, people who are also farmers rarely use it, and few people own a carriage, so whenever a carriage appears, it will always become the focus of everyone's attention. This situation is in the resting place Taft and the others chose. Because it is obvious.

Just like a luxury sports car appearing on the pedestrian street, this 'horse' car attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears.

Being stared at by everyone, instead of feeling panicked, he straightened up involuntarily, and a smug look flashed across the face of the owner of the carriage.

He likes the feeling of being noticed, envied and hated by others.

This feeling is really good.

When he was about to drive to Taft and the others, Fang pulled the reins, but what the owner of the carriage did not expect was that his return did not attract anyone's attention.

His face changed, the owner of the carriage——Tom frowned slightly, and looked at the crowd in a circle.

what are they doing?

Why didn't you come around like usual?

Is there anything more attractive than his 'horse' cart?

Turned over and got out of the car, pretending to tidy up the 'horse' car, but unfortunately, everyone still turned a blind eye to him.

Seeing this, his face became even more ugly, the owner of the carriage——Tom paused, and then squeezed into the crowd.

He wants to see what is so attractive.

It was easy to see the focus of everyone's attention, and seeing what that thing was Tom, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

It's really a group of old-fashioned fools who have never seen anything before, but the lowest sacred object makes them so excited, if they see something more advanced, they will faint from excitement.

Completely ignoring how excited he was about to faint when he saw the so-called high-level holy object, Tom snorted coldly in his heart.

If it was true that everyone hadn't noticed that Tom was back before, then how could they not have noticed at this time, and everyone greeted Tom one after another.

"Master Tom, you are back."

"Master Tom, have you been to your cousin's again?"

"Master Tom, what did your cousin bring back for you?"

"Master Tom..."

"Master Tom..."

In order to distinguish him from ordinary farmers, Tom has always asked everyone to call him Master Tom, and over time, Master Tom has become his title.

Seeing everyone's inquiries, the dissatisfaction caused by everyone's ignorance just now was swept away. The owner of the carriage——Tom pretended to be indifferent, and pointed to his carriage.

The carriage is very big, but the things on the carriage are not big, and the things that only occupy a small space of the carriage made everyone's eyes wide open.

fish! ! !

It turned out to be pickled fish! ! !

And it's a sea fish! ! !

God! ! !

This kind of sea pickled fish costs five or six pence per pound, at least! ! !

How generous is Master Tom's mayor's cousin!

A look of envy that Tom was familiar with flashed across Tom's eyes, and the eyes of everyone made Tom feel elated again.

This is how they should look at him.

"Tang, Master Tom!!!" Just as everyone turned their envious gazes on Tom, a voice that was a little excited and about to change its tone suddenly came out.

Startled by the sharp voice, everyone turned their eyes back to the owner of the voice - Nell.

Ignoring everyone's strange or unhappy eyes, Nell stared at Tom's chest intently.

If he's not mistaken, this is, this is——

Following Nell's gaze and looking at Tom's chest, everyone who was strange or unhappy just now became excited.

This is, this is—

Following Nell's gaze, looking at his chest, Tom pretended to be belatedly said: "Huh? Oh, you said this? What I have to say is that my mayor's (emphasis on the word mayor) cousin He is really too generous, seeing that I don’t have any holy objects, he generously gave me his own.” Tom paused here, trying to hide the smug expression on his lips, and said again: “I According to my cousin, this is not an ordinary holy object, but a sacred object that has been blessed by the bishop."

When he said the last sentence, he could no longer hide his pride, and Tom looked at everyone triumphantly.

"Really? Master Tom, is what you said true?!!!!"

"Why should I lie to you?"

"God, Master Tom, has this holy object really been blessed by the bishop?!!!!"

"That's what my (emphasis) cousin, the mayor, told me."

"Since the mayor said it, it must be right."

"Look at the pattern and the stigmata."

"Should it be said that it is a sacred object blessed by the bishop?"

"That Master Tom..."

"what?"

"Can I, can I touch..."

"No, but..."

"?"

"I can let you look at it for a while. You must know that this is a sacred object blessed by the bishop, and it is not something you can easily see."

Hearing this, although everyone was a little disappointed, they still said: "Master Tom, you are really too generous."

"Yes, Master Tom, you are really too generous."

"It should be said that it is a sacred object blessed by the bishop. It really looks very sacred."

"Yes, yes."

"Master Tom, you are really lucky."

"You are indeed well cared for by God, Master Tom."

Surrounding Tom like everyone else, Taft also looked enviously at the sacred object on Tom's chest.

How nice it would be if he had a cousin as generous as Lord Tom, the mayor?

Although he does not have a mayor cousin as generous as Master Tom, he has a noble tenant who is more powerful than the mayor. In the future, he will also be able to eat pickled or even fresh sea fish like Master Tom. Bring the sacred objects blessed by the bishop!

Thinking of this, he looked back at Tausig, and Taft looked at Tausig with a look of anticipation flashing through his eyes.

Seen by Taft's expectant eyes, his whole body turned cold, Tausig took a step back without showing any signs, and raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly.

Compared with Taft's harmless but chilling eyes, he prefers the hostile gaze of that man named Tom (...) who looks at him, after all, the hostile gaze will not make him chill isn't it?

That's right, hostility.

Ever since this man named Master Tom (...) knew that he was likely to be a nobleman, he began to be hostile to him.

Do you think he threatens his status in the village?

I hope that the other party is just purely hostile to him, instead of causing him some unnecessary troubles, or else..., heh.

A flash of bright red flashed across Tausig's eyes quickly, and a faintly dangerous smile appeared on his lips.