Vol 2 Chapter 806: Free people

"Shit! This group of noble pigs! They should all be caught by the trial knights and hang on the street to give them a hard time!"
Old John bared his mouth, rolled his sleeves and looked at the weal marks on his arm, with a look of anger on his face.
His hair is messy, it seems that it hasn't been washed for a long time, it exudes a rotten smell, and the skin reddened by the sun is carved with deep wrinkles. If he doesn't say it, no one even believes that he is less than three this year. Fifteen.
Limping on the street, he cursed as he walked.
Suddenly, a team of well-equipped knights riding high-headed steeds swept across the street mightily, scared Old John quickly rolled to the side in embarrassment.
This kind of knight master who is loyal to the nobility is the most unreasonable. If you can't avoid it, free people like him will die even if they die.
The dust was flying so hard that he coughed a lot, and his face was gray, and the scar from the whip on his body seemed to be cracked and more open, and he was grinning in pain.
"Shit! It's all shit!"
Old John got up scoldingly.
There was discomfort under his feet, and he looked down, only to realize that he had accidentally lost his shoes when he was avoiding.
"Where are my shoes?"
Old John was anxious, and quickly searched for it.
He has only this pair of shoes now, but he can't lose it anymore.
When he found his other shoe on the side of the road, it was almost broken.
Those knights did it.
"Shit! It's all shit!"
Old John was even more angry.
He put on the broken shoes, exposing several toes that looked like a layer of mud, and moved a bit, barely able to make do with it.
"So be it."
Old John sighed and limped towards the church.
He has to find a priest to heal the wounds on his body, otherwise, don't even think about working these days.
Nobles are shameless people, and the wages owed are not coming back. If he can't find another job in a short time, maybe he will starve to death.
In this world, too many refugees like him who fled from the south have starved to death.
To be honest, he regretted not disembarking at Zerowan with the unbelievers when he was heading north.
I heard from the troubadour in the tavern that the life of Fengyue Freelancer is almost like a paradise. People who immigrate there will be properly settled, and those with skills may even be assigned jobs and residences.
It's so enviable.
Thinking back to his experience over the past year or so, Old John's expression became more and more gloomy.
However, there is a major prerequisite for the freedom of immigration to Fengyue.
That is, we must abandon our original beliefs and convert to the goddess of life.
This is unacceptable for Old John, who has been a devout eternal believer since childhood.
At least...it used to be.
Coming to the front of the Eternal Church with difficulty, Old John hesitated a little while looking at the neat and beautiful building.
Speaking of...when was the last time I came to church?
Can't remember it anymore.
He can't remember how long he hasn't been to the Eternal Church.
When he first came to this small town in the Northern Territory, he would go to pray once a week.
At that time, the savings he brought hadn't been spent yet.
And now, he is just a hapless man with nothing, running around for a living every day.
In addition to the identity of free people.
Old John looked at his tattered clothes, then looked at the decently dressed believers coming and going at the door of the church, his expression a little worried.
He didn't know whether he should step in.
The church that he used to take for granted now feels like two worlds, which brings him great pressure.
"What are you afraid of? I am also a devout eternal believer! When I was in the South, I also donated silver coins to the church!"
Old John cheered himself up and suppressed his inferiority complex.
Taking a deep breath, he limped up.
However, before Old John entered the church, he was stopped by the attendant at the door:
"Hello! Stop! What are you doing?"
"My lord, I... I want to find the pastor to heal my wounds."
Old John raised his head, looked at the attendant with the sun badge on his chest a little nervously, and squeezed a flattering smile.
The sun badge, which is the symbol of the eternal church, symbolizes the first sun, judgment, and power.
These attendants should be newly recruited knights in the church. Recently, the church seems to have been expanding the recruitment of knights. Old John also heard from the tavern that some people had won favors, and he had jumped from ordinary people to silver professionals, which made him very envious. .
It's a pity that these knights must be recommended by the nobles, or they have strong extraordinary talents themselves, and ordinary people like him have no chance at all.
Seeing Old John's embarrassed look, the attendants frowned slightly.
"If you want to enter the church, you just change your clothes on your body, or you will be disrespectful to the gods! In addition, a treatment costs five gold pounds. Are you ready?"
They said blankly.
"Five... five golden pounds?"
Old John's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.
"Wait, sir... Doesn't the church's primary treatment only require five silver coins? When do you need five gold pounds?"
He lost his voice.
Five gold pounds would be five hundred silver coins, and he wouldn't be able to earn so much even in one year.
Old John's salary was only a silver coin a day, and it was often deducted by the nobles...without the expenses, there was nothing left.
He now has only ten silver coins all over his body. It was hard to save it. He originally planned to save up to twenty coins to buy new clothes and new shoes.
"Silver coins? He actually said silver coins?"
The two attendants listened and laughed.
After laughing, they glanced at the old John in tatters contemptuously, and said:
"What age is that? Now the world is so chaotic. Everyday people are looking for the priest to see a doctor, and the church has to recruit knights. How can the priest be so busy? Now the priest can only perform intermediate treatments, one time of hardware pounds!"
"But... but I only need primary treatment."
Old John said nervously.
"Are you teaching us to do things? Or do you teach the priest to do things? Five gold pounds, you can see, if you don't see, don't stand in the way here, there are still many believers who want to enter the door!"
The attendant frowned and said.
Old John opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but fell silent in the end.
Clutching a few silver coins in his hand, he lowered his head, limped and turned away.
"Poor ghost, just want to come to the church to see a doctor, and don't look at what you look like!"
The attendant's sneer came from behind, piercing old John's heart like a steel needle.
He paused slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
A magnificent carriage drove past him and entered the courtyard of the church. Vaguely, Old John heard the voice of the attendant again:
"Oh, isn't this Lord Baron Hermann? Why are you here, come in, come in... Your priest has been talking about you for a long time!"
The voice pleased.
Old John looked back at the pompous, gorgeously dressed nobleman, and the flattering church attendant. It was obviously summer, but he felt a little bit cold inexplicably.
He felt a bit blocked in his heart.
He originally wanted to spend three more silver coins to dedicate to the church, and then listen to the pastor’s teachings and talk about his worries...
But I didn't expect that I couldn't even step into the door of the church.
"Oh, noble pigs and attendant pigs, they should all be punished! They should all be punished by the gods!"
He murmured.
The voice was hoarse inexplicably.
The scorching sun hung in the sky, and Old John limped to the Black Walnut Tavern, dragging his wounded body.
The pub is filled with the suffocating smell of sweat, low-quality wine, strong perfume, etc., which is suffocating, but Old John is accustomed to it.
This is the cheapest tavern in the slums of the city, gathering a large number of drunks, idlers, refugees and low-level adventurers.
Said to be low-level adventurers, but in fact they are all apprentices or trainee fighters who have mastered extraordinary powers, and occasionally you can see professionals of the Black Iron rank.
Such a superlative person like this was never seen in the black walnut tavern before.
However, since the magic power of the entire world has risen sharply, more and more people have awakened extraordinary powers. This kind of once big man has now become commonplace.
The untuned music of the troubadour rang in the noisy tavern, overwhelmed by the noise of drunks and adventurers.
Old John looked over and found that many people were playing backgammon, while adventurers gathered to play Gwent cards, surrounded by many onlookers.
From time to time, cheers can be heard.
Even Old John was attracted by the interest, and wanted to go over to see how this game, which was said to be passed from the Fairy Forest and Maple Moon Freedom, was played, but when he thought about the business, he finally endured it.
"Come on a sheaf of premium ale."
Old John sat on the bar and took out a silver coin heartbroken.
The bartender gave him a surprised look, jokingly:
"Old John, are you making a fortune? Are you willing to drink high-quality ale?"
"Shit! I want to make a fortune! After working in the mine for half a month, I didn't even get a silver coin!"
Old John said depressed.
As he said, he opened his sleeves with a grin. It was too hot and he was sweating. His sleeves were already sticking to the wound.
Looking at the wound, the bartender was stunned:
"Why are you hurt?"
"It's not those aristocrats! The mine was not destroyed by us, it's all on us!"
Old John said bitterly.
"Destroyed?"
The bartender was stunned.
As if thinking of something, he approached Old John and asked curiously:
"So... the rumors are true? A dragon came to the gold mine? It took all the gold and the newly discovered magic stone mine?"
"Of course it's true, I saw it with my own eyes! That dragon...the size of a mountain...it's fierce!"
Old John gestured.
It seemed that he was involved in the wound, and the pain made him grin again.
"Your injury is a bit serious, don't you go see the priest or herbalist?"
The bartender frowned.
Hearing what he said, a trace of sadness flashed in Old John's eyes, he hey, and laughed at himself:
"I thought... but I didn't even enter the church door."
"why?"
"No money."
Old John spread his hands.
The bartender was dumb, he looked at Old John's tattered clothes and sighed.
The church's treatment fees have been getting higher and higher in recent years, and he has also heard about it.
"Here, your ale."
"Thank you……"
Old John took the ale and opened the lid.
The scent of wine was tangy, he sniffed it intoxicated, and smacked his lips.
It was the first time that he bought this high-quality ale, a full silver coin.
You know, if you change to inferior ale, you can buy ten bars!
Of course, it is said to be a high-quality ale, but compared with the real pure ale, it is also a thousand miles away.
However, something like ale was originally a drink for the common people, as the nobles disdain to drink it at all.
They usually drink wine, as well as fruit wine from the Fairy Forest, and white wine.
It seems to be called... Erguotou?
The troubadour said so.
However, Old John didn't order ale for drinking.
Under the surprised gaze of the bartender, he carefully poured out the wine and spilled it on his wound.
"Hey, old John, what are you doing? Are you crazy?! Give it to me if you don't drink it. I haven't drunk high-quality ale!"
"Hey, what do you know? I'm disinfecting! Otherwise, such a deep wound, the weather is so hot, it will go bad if it gets worse."
"Disinfection? What mess..."
"You don't know this? Wine can be disinfected. It is said that it can... kill the small animals in the wound, um... some small animals that we can't see are those small animals that make the wound worse."
"Nonsense, who told you?"
"The troubadour on the street."
"Do you believe the words of the troubadour?"
"He said he was freely brought by Fengyue. This is the method the elf told him."
"Elves..."
Hearing what Old John said, the bartender raised his eyebrows, speechless for a moment.
In recent years, the name of the elves has become more and more loud, and anyone in any city on the mainland knows the rise of the elves.
Not only that, the elves seem to know a lot of lost skills and knowledge. It is said that some of the content has shocked the legendary masters of the Mage Tower to the heavens and is extremely sought after...
Thinking of this, the bartender also secretly wrote down this method, planning to find a chance to try it later.
"I don't know if it will be better tomorrow after the wine is spilled. The mine is gone, and I have to find a place to work again tomorrow..."
Looking at the deep wound, Old John sighed.
"The mine? It doesn't matter if you don't go to the cursed place. I heard that many people who go to mine are sick. Look at you. It's only a year, it looks like you are more than 20 years old. ."
The bartender shook his head.
"So what can I do? I don't have any skills. I used to be a farmer. I fled here and I have nothing left."
Old John sighed numbly.
After hearing what he said, the bartender was also momentarily sad.
In recent years, more and more refugees have fled, and people can be seen starving to death on the roadside every day.
There were wars everywhere, demons invaded, animal tides erupted, and even the weather was weird. This year there was a severe drought throughout the fertile plain, and the harvest of food was not good, but taxes went up again...
"It's better for Fengyue to lead freely...this messy day, I don't know when it will be the head."
Old John sighed.
"That's the contribution of the Church of Life, do you know? It is said that Fengyue freely led the way, and the priest personally used the magic to rain."
The bartender shook his head.
"The magic rain?"
Old John's eyes widened.
"Yeah, that is the goddess of life and nature, understand? Not to mention rain, it is said that some magical arts can directly mature the crops in one day! Since Fengyue freely led the faith in the Church of Life, the entire territory has not People are hungry again!"
Said the bartender.
"Goddess of life..."
Old John's expression is a bit complicated.
In recent years, the name of the goddess of life has become more and more loud, in other words, even louder than the name of the elves.
Even the troubadours on the streets often tell the story of the goddess of life, and they often attract a lot of audiences...
Fight against the evil gods, guard the believers, spread knowledge, and descend magical skills...
It is precisely because of his existence, because of the existence of the Church of Life, that Fengyue Freedom Leader will quickly recover after the war and become more and more prosperous.
It is in sharp contrast with the empire.
There is no harm if there is no comparison. Thinking of his own experience in front of the Eternal Church, Old John's heart became more and more uncomfortable, more and more sad, and more and more disappointed.
"However, the most beautiful place should be the Fairy Forest, right? I heard the merchants in the caravan say that the Fairy City there is as beautiful as a palace, with a rich life, like a paradise... However, only the fairies and those with the blood of the fairies Only half-elves can settle there."
The bartender said with emotion.
"Elf... I have never seen an elf before, but half-elves have seen it once when they were led at the southern border, at the auction house."
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"Auction house? That should have happened many years ago, right?"
The bartender raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, it's been years."
Old John nodded.
The two chatted one after another to pass the time.
Wine was spilled on the wound, and apart from some discomfort at the beginning, Old John gradually got used to it.
At this moment, suddenly, the door of the tavern was pushed open again.
Several tall and well-equipped figures walked in.
The bartender looked over, startled slightly.
And the entire tavern gradually fell into silence.
"Jing...ling?"