Take Taobao with you to another world

No one cares about a loser's curse.

But someone was willing to let him taste a few more fruits of failure, so even in the deep prison, Celis can hear how positive the church's evangelism has been. They have been strengthened unprecedentedly, and they have proved their piety with practical actions, the status of the nobles has also been stabilized, and they have recovered part of their losses caused by the war.So like this, mortals respect the church, and nobles rely on the church. In this calamity year when everything is dying, only the church has shown an unprecedented prosperity—at least in Orson County, even if their low-level monks are just as hungry and weak, There is no way to grab so many grains from those plundering peasants. If they hadn’t had the irreplaceable power to report upwards who had “polluted” their souls, I’m afraid there would be countless priests called back by the Lord every day. few.But people are indifferent to it.

In contrast, perhaps because Bishop Selis had practiced penance for many years, he lived a simple life even in a white robe. With a certain amount of physical strength and a clear mind.Of course, this is also inseparable from the care those students took for his former teacher. The smartest and calmest among them applied to be his watcher. It was Bishop Seles who preached the doctrine to him, and now The identities of the two changed, and it was the student who persuaded his teacher to return to the right path.

Bishop Selis was kept in a dungeon, but they didn't cut out his tongue, so every visit turned into a quarrel without suspense.

"Meaningless!" cried his pupil, his reserved calm lost in the dim light of the fire. "Your pity is meaningless! They are stupid, short-sighted, selfish, vicious, even if you treat them as human beings." Treat them the same, and they won't have any gratitude for you! God's shepherds must have a whip in their hands, being too lenient will just send them running into someone else's sheepfold! Good wishes can't change anything, you are nothing but Use mercy to show your superiority. Before returning to the feet of our heavenly father, all people live in a world of real suffering. Whoever tries to change the laws of nature will suffer backlash! You are in this dark dungeon , you know there's blood on the street corners, do you hear the people screaming? Thousands of people have died in Orson County, our parish population has been reduced by a third, and yet! Nothing has changed! "

"Farmers are inherently lazy, ignorant, selfish, short-sighted, and uneducated. They are like cattle and horses—so, who turned these cattle and horses into beasts, and who made the molars of herbivores have to chew flesh? Is it a natural disaster? Bishop Selis said sharply, "It's the nobles, the king, and our church! You useless producers lie on the backs of these skinny cows and horses like bloodsuckers, even so, you still think they eat too much , plowed too little! Who took their food, who made them plow naked, who wrought oil out of stones? When you want to scrape off the last trace of their flesh, you still have to blame them Refuse to die in silence!"

"Isn't it good to die in silence?" the student asked back.

Celes doubted his ears for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"All people are mortal. Whether they are poor or rich, noble or humble, they all have a common return. This is the greatest justice given to all by our merciful Heavenly Father." His student said, "So for Why struggle? If they are willing to starve to death in peace, at least they can die beside their families, and someone will pray for them, wishing that they can go to heaven, isn’t that much happier than being trampled in the wilderness with corpses?”

Bishop Selis gasped for breath, feeling dizzy for a while.He wanted to refute this point of view that horror is greater than absurdity. Even though the destination of all human beings is the same silence under the earth, the purpose of human life has never been to pursue death. In this world, there will be no rise and fall of families, nor the replacement of dynasties.Even people are not supposed to till the land and bear children.There is nothing static in this world, otherwise why would there be clans in the gap first, and then foreign visitors?

But the more anxious he became, the more speechless he became. When he realized dangerously that he might have a stroke, a laugh came from the cell next to him.

"It's all an excuse," the man shouted. "A coward's excuse!"

"Who are you?" the student asked, frowning.

"Me?" The man laughed, "I am also a dying person! There are countless deaths every day in this world, but only the death of waste is silent! Everyone is mortal, but no one will die. To be born as a waste! Trees are cut down and turned into firewood, animals are hunted and turned into delicacy, wheat and beans are planted and felled, just to lay down fruits for people to eat, if a person is asked to die, it must be Someone is greedy for the value he created while alive! Wouldn’t it be nice to admit frankly that you are all greedy?”

"You are the agent of that... alien." The student looked towards the cell next door, "Even though you can still speak human-like words, your essence is no longer human. Your death must be complete, you will not leave nothing in this world."

"Oh, is it?" The man was unfazed. "I believe you can do it. After all, you can't do anything else."

The promising student never went to the dungeon after that day, presumably having found out that there was "no point" in foolish arguments with the dying, and that he had other "more important things" to do. Busy.However, Bishop Selis did not feel lonely because of this, he was not good at arguing, and most importantly, he became friends with the businessman from Xinmaxi City after that day.This is far more comforting to the soul than engaging in "meaningless" arguments. As long as their physical strength allows, they can talk about almost anything.In the days before the layoff, he learned a lot about Xinmaxi City through this hearty businessman, and everything was an eye-opener for him.Sometimes Bishop Selis felt like a new cicada that wanted to shed its shell in the ground. The words of this new friend helped him open a passage in the soil. He smelled the breath of a completely new world, even if he was around Even in a dark and dirty dungeon, he seemed to be able to see the extraordinary and glorious images behind those passionate words.And if he was still the white-robed bishop, these audiovisuals would not "contaminate" his eyes and ears at all.

He felt ashamed that he could not give back any interesting experience to this friend. He was born in a noble family, and the process of becoming a bishop was smooth sailing. Even though a sudden change occurred in his middle age, he worked in a diocese known for its poverty for 20 years. , was awarded the white robe because of seniority rather than irreplaceable contribution, but when he searched his own memory, there were not many novel things that made people feel novel, but there were many sad and gloomy ones.Although this new friend was also very willing to listen, Bishop Seris did not want to drag them both into negativity in these last days, alas, suffering, suffering, suffering...!

Fortunately, his friends never asked him to exchange at equal value, because just explaining to Celes what kind of city New Marci City is can give this inmate enough pleasure—compared to the city in the alien race. In the southern cities under the rule of human beings, these nobles in the northern region are like a group of pigs living in a mud pit.

They agreed that the analogy was inappropriate, and that, while equally ugly and lazy, the domestic pig was a devoted animal.

Although the nobles would never admit that they had become trapped beasts, with their usual arrogance, they would not be so crazy if they could see a little hope of victory over the Gentiles.The madness of the Church is their madness, for the interests of the two have never been so aligned.Just like the bishop's student, his world-weariness is at most only a little bit because he is afraid of the struggle between people, so he can't see the blow of this peasant war to the nobles, and he ignores the existence of foreigners. It has never changed, and his words and deeds are permeated with an atmosphere of despair from the group—the church is indeed in a rare glorious period, but people cannot dream with their eyes open, reality is inescapable, alive and bloody, the kingdom is now The state of affairs left this splendor as an ember.

If it weren't for the Gentiles...they're gnashing their teeth like that.

But are all the disasters caused by the Gentiles?After they deported hundreds of thousands of people to that city?

The food sent to the dungeon is getting less and less day by day, but Bishop Selis is still able to persevere because his fellow prisoner who can't meet has shared with him the candy smuggled in through the mouse hole, although the method is quite different. Unspeakable, but the hearty friend made sure the candies weren't tainted with "masculinity."Bishop Selis would not care about these things in the dungeon, but he judged from the number of food deliveries and the dim light from the ventilation holes that their time was running out.

The bishop's attitude towards death is quite calm. Although he has questioned whether the kingdom of heaven really exists and whether the will of the Father of Heaven really exists. There is no need to see the suffering in this world, and the eternal silence is not so terrible.But before he dies, he has a small wish: he wants to see his new friend's face one last time - no matter what his appearance is, he must have a pair of warm and sincere eyes.Maybe they can still talk on the scaffold...

Finally the day came when the food stopped coming.

Both of them believed that it was unlikely that the church and nobles would kill them in such a gentle way as starvation, and they didn't wait too long. The jailer came and dragged them out of the dungeon almost the next day.Before reaching the ground, the bishop kept his eyes tightly closed, because he had lived in the dark for too long, and the sudden daylight would blind him. He made no resistance, and was dragged along like a ragged bag. Until the skin under the ragged clothes felt the wind, the sweltering air also had a different smell, and the hot light shone on his eyelids, making his eyeballs extremely sore. The light first approached and then moved away. It was not the sun, but torches.

This is not outside!

The bishop struggled to open his eyes, and looked around through instinctive tears. He skipped over the faces of contempt, disgust, or numbness, and eagerly searched for the figure of his friend in the crevices of their bodies. The world was shaking, and the light So glaring...but he finally found the figure being dragged the other way, and the man turned his head hard, and the Bishop saw his face, for just a brief moment.

Through blurred tears, the bishop saw.It was a younger man than he had imagined, with thick eyebrows and very bright eyes.

He looked very hard at the bishop.

He grinned.He is laughing.

…does it make him happy to be back on the ground?

The bishop was pulled from the ground, his feet were weak, his guards pushed him forward for a while, and then raised him impatiently, the bishop's instep was ground with blood, but At least they didn't whip him.He was brought out of the dark prison, it was neither day nor night outside, the night was rising, the sun had already sunk into the earth, half of the sky was burning with a flaming sunset, the bloody sky lit up the human forest .

Thousands of people gathered at the execution ground.

The jailer handed him over to the adjudicator in gray. The adjudicator took him, and clasped his powerful hands into his shoulders like iron claws. With strength and pain, the old bishop was urged to straighten his body, and he stepped forward amidst the waves of human voices. Step up to the scaffold.People were cheering and swearing, the bishop's hair was disheveled, and sweat slid down his forehead. He looked at the scene in front of him and under his feet. The prelate stood with his pupils, and he also saw the countless faces of fanatical hatred below the scaffold.The scene, which seemed to him some kind of large religious painting, made no ripples in his soul. Killing a bishop—even if he had been excommunicated—was worth the pomp, but when He saw the huge iron pot on one side of the scaffold—the crackling of the firewood, the tiny bubbles of water from the murky bottom—and he had a bad feeling.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the way people torture people.

He has seen peasants kill. Most of the time, they kill for the sake of killing. All the means are to make their enemies disappear and lose the ability to inflict harm on them. However, the killing of nobles and churches is more often not the purpose. It is a method, they have various methods accumulated over a long period of time, to spread fear to the greatest extent by prolonging human suffering and creating horrible corpses...

Bishop Selis had already decided to abandon this body, his age and physical condition determined that the painful process would not be too long, but he was only the first one to be brought to the execution platform.Behind him, people were pulled onto the stage one after another. Among them were young people, old people, and women. Many of them looked terribly frightened, their faces were pale, and they were fighting with each other. They still didn't understand what they had committed. In the panic of sin, some people repented nonsense, pleading to the crowd and the sky, but no one would listen to his voice, because what matters to the sacrifices is their own flesh and blood, not their attitude towards the world and others ...

But what poor lambs these are!

The sense of detachment brought about by the open-minded farewell in the dungeon left, Bishop Selis’s heart surged with pain again, he looked at these people who were forced to kneel in a row, most of them—like his peasant students and Like friends, they have never been close to real sin in their lives, because their identities determine that they can choose a way of survival in cooperation with others: they must support each other with their families, neighbors and villagers in order to survive. This way of being determines the shape of their morals and thoughts, and they rarely get physical and mental satisfaction by depriving others.Perhaps there were real sinners among them... but none so sinful as those nobles who sat with their bellies in fancy chairs, sipping their beverages in the cool breeze created by their servants!

Bishop Selis closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw that the fence of the execution square behind the crowd was opened again, and a young man was brought in. He was thin and had a stubborn face, but... oh my god, He looked only twelve or thirteen years old!The teenager was slapped hard because he kept struggling to look back and shouted at the same time, but his cries were drowned out in the din of the crowd in the square, just as the swaying figures of the crowd blocked the fellow He is related to the image of No.13 Sinners.

Thirteen... This is a number with strong symbolic meaning.The jailer handed the No.13 person to the judge, and the two judges stopped by the gate for a while. They were doing something there, and the boy who was dragged away suddenly let out a loud cry, The extremely shrill voice pierced the air, and as soon as people heard it, they knew that his heart had been pierced. Even the sinners kneeling on the stage stopped weeping for a while, and looked at the entrance of the execution ground. At the entrance, a The adjudicator turned his body sideways, and he was stirring and pulling out a dagger from a person's mouth. Blood and minced flesh poured out of the cracked lip, dripping all over the No. 13 person's chin.

Bishop Selis trembled on the stage.

The boy's cries and curses became his voice at this moment. He wanted to roar, curse, and tear apart those mere human shells, as long as his old and decayed body still had a little bit of strength—that because of the drama The man trembling in pain raised his pale face, and with his somewhat distracted gaze, he found Bishop Selis on the execution platform.

He was looking at the bishop, and Selis was looking at him.

Il Arnold blinked slowly, slowly.

Bishop Selis was bewildered in great grief.Just like he would see his smile in prison.

What is he trying to express?

What is he going to tell me?

Am I missing some code word he left me?Why... I don't understand?

Il Arnold, the Gentile trader, a sinner of the darkest and purest soul, was brought up to the scaffold, bloodstained all over, and when they forced him to kneel, he put his knees together and leaned aside.Raindrops of stones have been flying from the audience since his name was sung, and the adjudicator had to dodge for a while, while the rest of the sinners on the stage dodged in panic, screaming in pain, only he remained motionless, Seli Bishop Si twisted his body and stretched his neck to see his situation. He saw that Il's head was smashed by a stone, and blood flowed out. The people in the audience also smashed him mercilessly——

"Stop! Stop! Please stop!" Bishop Selis burst into tears, "God! Please let them stop, please, please! Please—" He turned to those on the judgment seat The nobles, the slightly frowning bishops, and his restless pupils, to whom he opened his mouth to plead—

A stone hit his temple at this point, and he was briefly knocked unconscious.

He woke up quickly again, because someone pinched his middle so hard that he bled.is one of his students.

"Master," he whispered in his ear, "you should see the ceremony. For so will you pay for your sins."

With his strong hands, he lifted the bishop's body and made him look to the side of the scaffold.The sky is almost completely dark, the cold crescent moon hangs in the sky, the flames are burning, the shadows of people dance like ghosts, the mage has opened a barrier in front of the execution platform, the barrier blocked the throwing of hatred but did not block the sound, fanaticism The shouts roared like a storm in the audience, and the criminals shook like chaff, looking towards the center of the platform.

Masked executioners lifted a bleeding man left and right, their muscles gleaming in the firelight.

"There is no pardon!"

"Repay it with your body!"

They slit El's throat deeply, then hung him upside down, blood gushing into the barrel.

Like killing a poultry.

…They were literally killing a poultry too.

Because what happened next is something that can only happen in the depths of hell, and cannot be reproduced even in the most terrifying nightmare... Breaking through all the laws and morals... Breaking through all the foundations of human beings... This is what happened. The most heinous crime in the world--

A drop of blood flowed down the torn corner of Bishop Seris' eye, he watched, watched, watched everyone eat him together——

They drank his blood, ate his flesh, cleaned his bones, and put them into the pot with the hearts of sinners to cook a stew the color of sauce.

They gave his flesh and blood to everyone, including the infant in the mother's arms.

She fed him the soup as if feeding her own milk.

The nobles put down their silver cups and lightly dipped the corners of their mouths with cotton napkins.

The scalding soup was poured down the funnel into the throat of Bishop Seris, the sweet and bitter liquid passed through his esophagus, the heat spread in his chest cavity, the cold blood was heated by the external heat, and slowly flowed again , the hollow heart had a heartbeat again, and the warm blood was encouraged to re-inject into this body that was on the verge of collapse, just like his soul that was about to dissipate reunited in this body.Hot blood ran to the extremities of the old limb, and his fingers trembled, burning from the bones.

His temperature is rising.His hands were hot, getting very hot.

The No. 12 criminal was picked up by the executioner by his hair. He was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old with empty eyes.The aristocrats salivated at this good thing that was saved until the end.The executioner cut open his shirt, and the sharp-edged knife gestured at his protruding ribs, piercing in skillfully, and with a twist of his wrist, he was about to gouge out his heart, but at the next moment, they stopped.

Blood flowed from the slits of the trembling knife points, and blood flowed from the executioner's chin.Only one is red and one is black.More black blood spilled over their hoods, and they began to cough and vomit, and youths fell limply from their hands, like silver cups and handkerchiefs from noble hands, and black blood gushed from their mouths like a fountain, and they Staring wide-eyed, choking his own throat like the bishop and prelate next to him, so that muddy blood gushed from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.The dirty blood soon covered the fine clothes, the white robe turned black, the noble body slid down the gem-studded seat like mud, and the dharma body of the pious believer also collapsed like a clay puppet.

The heavy body of the fallen executioner overturned the thin-bottomed iron pot, and the overturned soup drowned the burning firewood. Ripe hearts lay on the crackling charcoal, and white bones were everywhere. tumble.The sound of these people and things falling was like an order, nobles, bishops, priests, knights, their attendants, servants, those who sat, and those who stood fell one by one, and the plague of death spread like a flood, the believers They didn't even have time to see what kind of bad luck the nobles had encountered. They lowered their heads and looked at the blood spat on the palm of their hands in confusion, as if they didn't understand why a little injury from excessive cheering could become so serious, and it was still black. .Then they lose the strength to stand, then the strength to breathe, and finally the strength to beat the heart.

The disciple of Bishop Selis also died, and his last words were: "What happened...when...poison! No..."

His fingers dug deep into the earth without grasping anything real.

The hands of Bishop Selis were like holding coals in one hand. He lowered his head and saw that they were emitting a soft white light. The rough rope untied its dead knot like a living snake and slid smoothly and gently from his hand. Go down and lie docilely on the ground.

He is no stranger to this power. He lost it 20 years ago, and now it's back, stronger.

Holding this power, he looked around the entire execution ground.

The execution ground became a tomb, and there were corpses everywhere, hundreds of corpses, overlapping like pieces of felled wheat.All of them are dead... no, not all of them, the faint cry of a woman echoed in the dead silence of the execution ground, she was calling for her child.Father Selis glanced in her direction, then looked at the execution platform, a white bone fell not far from him, and a young man with a knife stabbed in his chest was lying between the bone and the corpse.

He stood up with difficulty, and fell once halfway, supported by his elbows, climbed to the side of the child with his knees, bit down the sharp knife with his remaining teeth, blood gushing out, he used his hands full of strength Covered the young heart that was about to stop.

The call of the woman becomes lower and lower until it disappears.

Bishop Selis didn't think about anything.

The young heartbeat came back under his palm, it bumped against his palm lightly, and then became stronger and stronger.The boy opened his blood-stained eyes, looked at the old man, opened his mouth, and let out a hoarse voice.

"We are going to flee. Take him home," Bishop Serris said.