Blood of Mercury

The image of the old woman reminded Cyrah of crows.

Her nose was raised as high as a bird's beak, her cheekbones were full of an unusually bright red that was even brighter than a mountaineer, and her tightly pursed lips were almost blue. A tattered black cloak covered most of her body, and the bony, dry hands folded together to support her cane looked like sharp bird claws.

She is more like a poisoned corpse than a human being.

She was staring at Xila for a while, and she couldn't bear it anymore. It has nothing to do with concentration, it is a normal person's instinctive disgust for madmen.

So, in order to break the awkward silence, Sheila said, "Mother-in-law, I apologize for the wrong things my colleagues have done."

"You are the priest. What's wrong with you."

The old woman rattled with a seemingly humble and odd laughter, her voice rough to the point of being harsh, her eyeballs quivering uncomfortably in her sockets.

"I apologize in good faith and sincerity."

Sheila, however, was not displeased by her rudeness. His voice remained steady and calm, full of apologetics: "I know that no amount of apology I can make up for my colleague's mistakes. But I hope I can at least know what's going on and I'll make amends with the rest of my voice. "

The old woman was surprised when she heard what Sheila said, her eyes almost popping out.

"Make up? Gaga make up! You say make up! That's great! Make up is just make up."

Her voice was sharp and piercing, and her tone was not as elegant and steady as those nobles said, but a countryman's voice full of impetuous, sharp and unnecessary tongue-twitching. The sound of saliva slapping in the mouth was unpleasant.

"Right! You are a master! Such a good word to make up! Why didn't I think of it?"

The old woman laughed loudly, but just before she could relax, her pupils instantly became blood red: "Let Tyre go to hell! Gods go to hell! We don't need any **** to make up for it! "

Her hunched body straightened, and her cheeks flushed with anger. She waved her stick like a swordsman, stared at Xila and took two steps forward: "Do you know how they died? Do you know what those knights and priests did? Make up for it. A make up! What an arrogant cultural person!"

Xila opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

After the old woman scolded him without shyness, she calmed down a little.

"Okay, sir, if you want to know, I'll tell you. Anyway, I don't have a few days to live for the old thing, and I'm not afraid of the heat of the firewood."

Subsequently. She said in her indistinct voice full of country dialects: "I don't know if you know that there was an epidemic in our village that day. First there were the men who farmed the fields, and then the idlers on the street. Everyone has a fever. Even the spring ploughing has no one to take care of, only the women in the family take care of the fields and the men in their family."

"No one cared at that time. In previous years, there were also people who got sick in the spring, but not so many this year, just after the men in the village had not recovered for a week. Old Locke went to the city to ask the priest to treat the disease. The woman We still have men and children to take care of, and we don’t take care of the fields. If we miss the time, we will have to starve until the summer when the wheat doesn’t come out.”

"But the priests and gentlemen are here."

Having said that, the old woman laughed loudly: "There are also the knight masters and many knight masters! Old lady, I have never seen so many horses in my life."

"Good guy, so many masters have to listen to the words of the priest in front of him. As soon as they gave an order, the leading knight directly pulled out his sword and hacked Old Locke to death."

"and then?"

Sheila asked.

"And then what else? If he was hacked to death, he was really hacked to death. Locke was cut into two pieces. I saw that his intestines came out and he didn't die, but in the end he was stabbed from behind. , is finally dead."

"The children were terrified. They didn't even have time to run away from the square. They were chased and hacked to death by the gentlemen on horseback. The women screamed and rushed out of the door with kitchen knives. He Muzhu wanted to knock them off the horse, but how could they beat Master Knight? I lost my breath. The rest were hacked to death without touching them. Then the gentlemen were not at ease, and they had to stab the head and the heart twice with a long spear before they were willing to give up."

"how come"

The scene the old woman was talking about almost came to Sheila's eyes. He couldn't help feeling sick about it.

"It's not over yet!" The old woman used a sharp voice to draw Xila's attention to reality. "The old knights came running around the city on big horses, blocking the way in and out of the village. Then a group of people in red were brought over by the priest. They had fire in their hands, and they took all the The corpses were all burned, and then they went into the house to arrest the sick men, and killed the old woman. My two sons were burned directly in the house, and the ashes were thrown into the fireplace. Daughter-in-law is hiding in the fireplace! I've got ashes splattered on one end! My son's ashes all over me!"

"I"

Syrah couldn't help feeling tingling in her teeth. The world in front of him was a little blurry.

He has been a pastor for over thirty years. For the first time he didn't know how to appease someone.

He didn't know who those people in red were, but they couldn't be cardinals anyway. Then there is only a greater possibility that they are cultists, that those people are the Ring of the South Wind that Claudia said.

The major churches have long been associated with some relatively less radical cults. After all, there is no direct threat from cultists, and many people are unaware of what faith in gods can bring them.

Without faith, there is no fundraising. Without fundraising, there can be no ceremony to please the gods. There is also no funding for training Templars. And money for serving cakes and vegetable soups in slums.

The so-called wool is used on sheep. The help of the temple for the poor is the hard-earned money donated by another group of slightly less poor people. It was sifted through a fine mesh several times in the middle, and then the leftovers were spit out to them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is nothing to Xila. But the priests and the Templars murdered in an upright manner, or the slaughter of women and children, which almost overturned Syrah's worldview.

Shouldn't they be fighting to protect civilians?

If even priests and knights are personally exploiting and hurting people, who else can people trust? How can people still have half the respect for the gods? That's just the **** of the marauders, not their god.

Why do they believe in God? Why do they unconditionally entrust their hearts to God?

For a moment, Syra was dizzy with the surging anger that surged in her heart.

Yes, they have reason to hate God. They have reason to hate God.

they have reason to blaspheme

Because it's those high above things that ruin everything for them. (To be continued.)

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