Chapter 266: Is it true that it has never changed?

There were a few bonfires in the unknown village covered by night. The population of Bailai, with more than 30 households, all gathered in an open space outside the village and squeezed into a circle relying on the heat provided by the firelight.
Zhou Qingfeng did not embarrass the people in the village, but just announced that if anyone was willing to chat, he would send the poor and salty villagers who did not have much consideration, without even hesitation, and soon came out.
No one knows who Zhou Qingfeng is, and no one knows what he wants to do, but even a little salt is enough to put them at some risk. This helplessness and suffering are hung on the faces of the villagers, the same reason as they blindly obey the worship of evil insects.
The guy who led the way during the day hasn't left yet. He had the shape of a dog's legs, and was responsible for salting, but he was very stingy. In the face of the villagers who pleased him, he felt that there were some rogues trying to take advantage.
Whenever they see a spoonful of pure white salt dug out of the cloth bag, the villagers will smile with a smile. Thank you very much for using a pot or a bowl or holding it with both hands. Then you sit obediently by the fire and leave Zhou Qingfeng. Not far or close.
Zhou Qingfeng was neither warm nor indifferent. As if born, he asked an older villager with his finger, "What is the origin of the monster I killed?"
For half a month after coming out, Banshee Fort stayed for several days, and there was no place to make Zhou Qingfeng happy. There is no doubt that human calamity is better than natural disaster. Not only have lords everywhere stepped up their preparations for war, demons and monsters have also emerged.
When the demon invaded the North, the worm Kaivos was one of them. Zhou Qingfeng can trace his sacrifice and naturally wants to understand the inside story behind it.
The villagers who had been pointed out uttered a whisper, and said suddenly: "The monster that the master killed was originally from our village. She was originally an ordinary one, but suddenly it was weird, she could control bugs, and she was a strange snake. We Are afraid of her. "
"Did she let you do anything?"
"Just let us pray to a weird idol."
There was a wooden idol with a baboon's head in the bonfire, which was found from the house where the worm worshipped. Nothing else was found. The baboon idol has been chopped into firewood and burned into the fire.
Zhou Qingfeng thought about it, but didn't understand that the evil worm Keworth was going to make a idol of a baboon head for Mao. The demon lord in the abyss is full of strangeness, but one looks like a baboon. But it was a two-headed baboon.
"What does this woman usually do? Who is it in contact with?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The villagers questioned could only shake their heads, and the other villagers remained silent. Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed: "Who knows? Speak out, I will reward him with a spoonful of salt."
Several people immediately shouted, "That woman will sell medicinal herbs."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, pointed to the person who spoke fastest, and asked, "What medicinal products are you selling? To whom?"
"That woman sells grimace mushrooms, where there are many dead people. The wizard master of Banshee Fort will buy it, and we have a lot of people doing this business. But how exactly that woman became a monster, we don't know."
There was not much information in this remark, but Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Reward him."
‘Dog's Leg’ reluctantly dug a spoon from the salt pocket. He seemed to take the salt in his hand as his own, and wiped off the swollen part, and gave only a flat spoon. The villagers who have been salted are happy and thankful.
"Who else knows?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
Other villagers were eager to try, but they didn't know what to say. Fortunately, a female villager asked weakly in the crowd: "Master, can I speak?"
The other villagers stared at them. The scared female villager was holding her hands on her knees and was afraid to look up while sitting on the ground. Zhou Qingfeng smiled, "Of course you can. Come out and warm up before the campfire, and speak slowly."
Female villagers waved hands again and again, afraid to come out. She hid in the crowd and whispered, "I've met that monster to meet someone."
"who?"
"I don't know. But I know that man lives in the village of the local knight master. He also rides a horse and carries a weapon. He is about forty or fifty years old. He looks like a big man like you."
The village of the local knights, who can carry horses and carry weapons, is forty or fifty years old, and this information is much clearer. There are not many eligible people.
Zhou Qingfeng felt relaxed, and said to the dog leg behind him, "Give her two spoons of salt, two spoonfuls full."
The villagers issued an envious uproar, and the female villagers who brought salt directly kneeled at Zhou Qingfeng. Only ‘dog legs’ muttered a few words, and reluctantly gave two spoonfuls of salt.
Just a few more words, there is no other information about the worm.
However, with a few spoonfuls of salt, the atmosphere grew stronger, and the villagers became very excited. Zhou Qingfeng asked again, "Can you still live now? How many days can you keep food in your family?"
The scene was momentarily deserted, and everyone bowed their heads silently.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around and randomly asked a villager to ask, "Is there any food in the house?"
"Master Hui, we have no food."
"Not at all?"
"We are all hungry. One day is one day. We do n’t even have the energy to log. We can only pick up mushrooms in the wild to fill our stomachs. Occasionally some herbs are collected and they are rushed to the local old man's home. They can change some food. a little.
We also know that that creepy monster is not a good thing. But it says it can help us get food, we, we have to believe it. "
The villagers were full of sighs and sad.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again, "Who is your territory?"
"Knight Powell's territory. But the knight lord does not care about us, because we are pariahs."
Powell, which Powell?
Zhou Qingfeng knew a guy named Powell, "Twenty-year-old Powell, a believer in the of justice?"
The opening villager shook his head. "Master, you should be Powell Jr .. He has not inherited his father's territory. I heard that he followed the church to Cold Wind City not long ago. We belong to the Powell family and belong to the Banshee Fortress. . "
Zhou Qingfeng is even more strange, "Don't the followers of the of justice Tyre take care of you?"
The villagers smiled again bitterly: "The Church of the God of Justice has two factions, of which the aristocracy does not recognize the pariah is also a person. The Powell family is the aristocracy. In their eyes, our pariah is born evil, and sooner or later will become the obedience of the demon.
Powell Jr. is the most radical. He believes that the untouchables are the source of misfortune, and requires us to serve the heaviest labor, restrict our freedom of movement, kill us at will, and hate that we can wipe out all untouchables in our territory. "
In the case of limited resources, the bottom layer must be considered to be accompanied by original sin. No wonder Zhou Qingfeng rode into the village on horseback. He tightened his face and asked, "Why doesn't Tier care? It's God of justice."
The villagers were speechless, only numb.
Cyric interjected and said, "Boy, why don't you run into this broken village to do nothing? What do you want Till to do? If the hypocritical and disabled Cyclops can manage, at least half of his followers will be lost."
"Why not?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.
Sirek was so angry, "Do you think that these poor people who can't eat enough can feed the church and become paladins? You are too naive, and only nobles with extraordinary bloodlines can support the faith. Since the rise of civilization for tens of thousands of years, This has never changed. "
"Never changed, is that right?"