Chapter 211: A different city-state (Part 2)
Fang Xin looked from afar and saw a large pyramid of unique shapes in the city. These seventeen pyramids all carried some holy light.
Be closer to the city, there are large areas of farmland, in which the slaves worked diligently until they were exhausted, and they worked so hard only to avoid the cruel whip of the warriors.
Seeing the moat and stone bridge from afar, Fang Xin did not go directly.
The experience he was digesting made him a little alert.
Just by his sense of being equivalent to a god, or as a god, Fang Xin felt the weakness of the gods represented by the pyramid.
Most of them are at the sixth level, and there are several at the seventh level. The power of these gods is difficult to compare with Houtu, and even extremely close to the God of Light that they once saw.
However, gods are gods after all, especially in their world, the power they mobilize is extremely terrifying.
Fang Xin had no intention of conflicting with them from the beginning.
This society is composed of kings, nobles, warriors, free people and slaves.
The king is too far away for a little warrior, and the information on this aspect is unclear and can be ignored for the time being.
The nobles and warriors are relatively clear.
The lives of the nobles and samurai in Kamib City are not very different. After all, the city-states are not divided into too detailed levels. The nobles also practice martial arts, and the difference between them and samurai is that the nobles receive cultural education and do not need to work.
The nobles lived in the eastern district of Kamibe City. They obtained a large amount of land from the king and paid taxes. The ranks between the nobles were only simple, including the great nobles and the small nobles, and there was no detailed division of Dukes, Marquis, Bozinan and others.
It’s even simpler for warriors, basically just separate the king’s warriors - wearing a crown.
The young men who wear feathers as symbols of their status and achievements will obtain a feather for the young men, which is a symbol of their status as a samurai. Other feathers must be won by fighting—either once a year in competition or during battle.
As a slave city-state, the largest number of slaves is the largest, accounting for 80% of the population. It is supervised by warriors to cultivate vast land on the plains. Many of them are Gentile slaves - prisoners of war, owed money, plundered, and even merchants who violate the law and become slaves...
It was this that made Fang Xin hesitate a little. In a city-state with little laws, the need for slaves often made them think of outsiders.
At this moment, a caravan appeared from the roadside in the distance, and Fang Xin smiled.
A transfer appeared in front of this small caravan.
The city-states are not safe. Although this caravan is small, it is composed of more than twenty people, leading the cargo livestock and moving forward little by little. Most of them are obsessed with swords, and one of them is a samurai wearing feathers.
This trade route, Xiao Meng, the head of the caravan, has been on this business road for a full ten years.
Seeing the outline of the city from afar, Xiao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, thought secretly in his heart, and looked back at the warrior: "When you get to the city, you can trade."
At this moment, Fang Xin suddenly appeared, shocked them. Before they could put down their things, they suddenly felt a blur and their whole body was shaking. At this moment, he heard the sound of drawing the sword vaguely.
Five minutes later, more than twenty people were unconscious, and one of the warriors was still pulling a sword.
More than 20 people were hypnotized at once, and Fang Xin's magic power had already swept halfway. Fortunately, the sun shone and replenished his magic power at all times. He waited for a minute before reaching out and began to read the memory of Xiao Meng, the head of the caravan.
Then, I read to the two servants. Although there were more than twenty people, it was enough to have the memories of them.
Later, it was the memory of the warrior. As soon as he came into contact with it, his memory of life continued to lose, including the martial arts of the warriors in this world.
"It turns out that your name is Hamish, yes, don't worry, now you have an extra leader." Fang Xin was stunned for a moment and said with a smile.
He began to hypnotize everyone and implant a memory.
Other memories have not been modified, but a samurai figure has been added from the memories of Hamish.
After the modification was completed, the mana was basically consumed. Fang Xin didn't say anything. He took out a piece of clothing from Hamish's package and put it on. When his figure changed, it was almost the same as the locals.
Fang Xin couldn't help but smile when he put two feathers on his head.
After a moment, I suddenly woke up and more than twenty people realized that they were walking, and in the distance, the gate of the city was the distance.
Xiao Meng shook his head, got rid of a sense of trance, and rushed the convoy towards the door.
The warrior guarding the city looked at it and met the merchant.
Trade between city-states is far less prosperous than later generations. Generally speaking, the frequent caravans will be remembered.
Cameber City is very alert to strangers, but this kind of old caravan will be much more tolerant. However, two feathered warriors attracted the attention of the city-defender samurai.
Foreign samurai will be respected, and the samurai guarding the city will come forward and start asking about the situation.
Hamish and Xiao Meng stepped forward and began to speak, while Fang Xin was behind him, silent. Despite this, the two feathers attracted the attention of many people - this represents courage.
"Davile, the leader of a wandering warrior, although there is only one subordinate now." After recording this, the gatekeeper looked at Fang Xin deeply and began to collect taxes of 10 copper coins per person.
When I entered the city, I realized that there was an open space, which was an isolation area. There were all kinds of animal pens everywhere. The caravan skillfully led their animals into a cliff. This was a place for specializing in the place where animals were stored. Except for nobles and warriors with more than three feathers, they were not allowed to ride horses in the city.
This is a livestock circle that charges a daily fee and is also a way for cities to collect money.
"Sir Davide, Lord Hamish, please come in, we have an old shop to live in." The caravan went directly to a place, and sure enough, he found a hotel there.
When he arrived at the hotel, Xiao Meng handed over two bags of money to the two of them, and felt distressed in his heart. Why did he hire two warriors? Although it was a bit unsafe recently, there was no need to do so!
Fang Xin took Hamish out for a walk and found that although this place was not too prosperous, it was finally the center of the trade route. There were many merchants from all over the country, hawking, shouting, and arguing... all kinds of voices mixed together.
Not far away is an arena, now closed, but just by feeling, it is full of blood and resentment, and objects that praise war and death can be seen everywhere, sculptures, tapestries, and oil paintings.
Hamish adheres to the tradition of samurai, and the other party believes in his trust, but after all, he is a wandering samurai and is quite familiar with these, and he introduces them from time to time.
Just then, a noise came from afar.
"Sir, it's a blood sacrifice in the city."
Not much time, Hamish asked back: "It is a small blood sacrifice, led by the priest. If it is a big blood sacrifice, the king will personally lead it."
"Oh, let's go and have a look." Fang Xin said.
The two rushed over and gathered in the square in front of the pyramid, and the crowd gathered to watch the ceremony.
In the square, the warriors in blue clothes grabbed eight people. Their faces were painted white, and their eyes were painted with huge black ring patterns, tied and unable to move, but their eyes showed a light of fear.
Listening to the simple report, Fang Xin knew that these people were sacrifices, most of them were felony sinners, slaves, or prisoners of war captured from outside.
Since this time it was a sacrifice to the moon god, the priest of the moon was opened, with the samurai following closely behind, followed by drummers. They beat the drums hard and sang loud sacrificial songs. At this time, most of the people in the square also joined the singing ranks, and the atmosphere suddenly became strong.
The Priest of the Moon pulled these eight people and walked towards the platform on the top of the tower, holding a scepter with the Moon's Holy Emblem.
At this time, the drummer stopped beating the drums and singing, and the crowd became quiet.
The priest began to pray to the moon god.
And below, thousands of people watching also prayed in unison.
After the prayer was finished, the priests pressed these people on the stone slabs of the altar one by one. One of them took out the knife and skillfully attacked the person. Blood splattered, and the sacrifice came sharp wails at the top of the pyramid.
A minute later, the priest took out his still beating heart, held it high, and offered it to the moon wheel on the moon god altar.
——This symbolizes dedication to the moon.
And the man's blood was swarmed and passed through the blood channel on the altar. A mysterious force appeared. It greedily absorbed the life force in the blood and swallowed its soul.
The priest cut off his head and said to the crowd, "The living sacrifice has pleased God."
Suddenly, the crowd below cheered.
When Fang Xin saw this, his face was as heavy as water.
"No wonder I am so weak. I feel that the whole world has a dull breath of dusk. I didn't expect that the gods here have become weak and degenerate to this level - not only relying on faith, but also relying on blood sacrifice to maintain divine power. Is this the sorrow of the world after entering dusk?"
The noise in his ears gradually disappeared, Fang Xin lowered his head slightly and immersed in his thoughts.
Gradually, a few darkness appeared in Fang Xin's eyes: "This is the sorrow of the lost civilization. The whole world gradually sinks into dusk, only the last light is retained, and the gods are also affected. Simple faith can no longer satisfy them, and they must maintain their strength by relying on blood sacrifice."
“Faith is indeed very important to God, but when the world falls, what’s the use of faith?”
Staring at the fluctuations of the moon god and the situation of the priests, Fang Xin's eyes at this time knew that the divine arts that the priests had received had been reduced a lot compared to normal situations.
Even if the declining gods did not sleep, they greatly reduced their gifts to the priests.
Chapter completed!