Chapter 139 Because we are the eldest sons of gods
When Pava arrived at Yaocheng, his belly was deflated, hungry and tired.
A sixteen-year-old foreign boy stood on the street, looking blankly and nervously at the passers-by.
The people here are all wearing linen clothes, leather armor, woolen coats or black robes. It seems that everyone has status and is very respectable.
Pava was topless, with only a length of dirty black cloth covering his waist and thighs.
His body was covered with bloody scabs, there were calluses and abscesses from ropes on his wrists and feet, and there was a scar from a branding iron on his back that symbolized his status as a slave.
The glances cast by passers-by from time to time made Pava feel ashamed, and he couldn't help but want to escape from here.
Where can I escape to?
Leaving this holy city, there are slave traders everywhere.
He would only be caught again, sold to another slave owner, and continued to be whipped and tortured.
He remembered the tall man's words.
"Don't get caught by the slave traders again. You may not be able to meet me next time."
That man called himself Copper Sea and led a team called the Northern Temple Army. The slave traders hated them and called them pirates, thieves and executioners, but they were scared to death of him.
Pava clenched his fists.
He will not go anywhere, he will die in this holy city. He will never be whipped, burned, speared, drank water, or eaten pig food like a pig or dog.
Pava looked around and saw the tall and holy building.
temple.
This is the original temple of the gods and the earliest place of miracles.
Pava walked along the street.
Beside the white jade-like temple, there were many people kneeling here to pray and worship the gods.
Among these people are scholars wearing robes, hunters and adventurers wearing leather armor, farmers and fishermen wearing linen, and foreign islanders and mountain people in strange clothes and different skin colors.
They spoke different languages, but they all faced the same temple.
Here, language is no barrier.
Everyone knows that they are all the same. In front of the gods, they are all devout believers and small followers.
Pava also imitated them and knelt on the ground.
Will the gods answer?
he does not know.
Pahua's hometown is on a small island in the south. There is no temple there, but the gospel of Lord Yao is also spread.
He heard that the gods had not sent miracles or gifts for many years.
Even the closest attendants of the gods, several apostles, have basically disappeared. Only the King of Bones will occasionally appear to save people injured by monsters.
Pava closed his eyes and prayed silently.
The omnipotent god...
Pava asks you to give me guidance so that I don't want to be a slave anymore.
The young islanders prayed devoutly.
He had no other choice.
As long as he can not be a slave, survive, and have enough to eat, he can do anything he wants.
Hunger and thirst made his brain dizzy, his eyesight turned black, and his body was as soft as clam meat.
Pava felt himself being helped up, and water flowed into his lips.
He swallowed the sweet water greedily, drinking more water, drinking more, drinking water would fill his stomach.
There was a voice in my ear.
"Pious man, you need to rest and eat. The gods have given us a lot of food in the hope that we will not be hungry."
He opened his eyes and found a strange old man standing in front of him.
The old man was shirtless like himself and had dark skin. He wore a circle of garlic strings around his neck, and a smile appeared on his thin and weather-beaten face.
The other party handed him a wheat cake: "Eat it, you will have strength after eating it."
Pava devoured the wheat cake.
The other person nodded: "I only have so much. Good luck to you, young believer."
Seeing the old man about to leave, Pava grabbed him.
"Your, your, name."
Pava's mainland language is not very good, and no one has ever taught slaves to read and speak. But after listening to it a lot, he can understand what others mean.
"I am an ascetic monk, and like you, I am a servant of the god Yao."
The old man smiled, showing his jagged teeth, then turned and left.
Pavar had never encountered anything like this.
Someone would actually help me for no reason, just because I was worshiping the temple.
This must be divine guidance.
Pava raised his head and looked at the dazzling white temple, feeling a little dazed.
The god heard his request, so the ascetic monk appeared and gave him food.
Another passerby stopped and asked him: "Are you an escaped slave?"
Pava felt nervous and lowered his head, pretending not to understand.
The other party changed several pronunciations, and finally spoke the dialect of the island where Pava lived. This surprised Pava, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
This made the other party laugh: "It turns out you are from Kalobuza Island. Look up, my friend, no slave merchant will take you back."
"Slave trading, slave-catching and slave-keeping were prohibited in Yao City. I originally lived on Cupinini Island not far from Kalobuza, and I came from the same place as you."
Well?
The other party is also from the Southern Islands.
Pava raised his head carefully. The other person was wearing black clothes and wore a cotton flower on his chest. This was the symbol of the Temple Society, indicating that he was an official scholar of the Temple Society.
"My name is Cupiraol."
The scholar in black said: "Don't worry, this is a holy city. No one will be trafficked here. As long as you devoutly believe in Lord Yao, you will be accepted here. What is your name?"
"Pava."
"Pava, go to the temple to meet. Just outside the door of the side hall, someone will give you a blanket and help you find a job where you can get food, so that you don't have to go hungry and fear."
"Before that, you can live in the hut outside the side hall."
Cupilol and I come from the same place and are similar in age.
But he became a slave, and the other party turned out to be a respectable scholar with status.
This made Pava feel even more ashamed, and the scars on his body were burning.
Simply because the other party left his hometown and came to Yaocheng, but he was sold as a slave to Yancheng.
"Why?"
Pava asked in dialect: "Why help me?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Cupidrol smiled and did not answer.
Pava wanted to cry for a moment.
He didn't know why. It wasn't fear or jealousy. It was something inexplicable that made his eyes sore and made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a white light lit up from the tower in the distance. The white light was gentle and warm, like a huge oil lamp, which warmed people's bodies.
Then came the second light, which lit up on a tall stone monument in the center of the square.
Pava was so frightened that he shrank his neck for a moment.
The surrounding citizens and believers raised their heads one by one, with undisguised smiles on their faces. The whole street echoed with people's loud cheers.
"God's miracle, God's gift!"
"The great god is back!"
"The ancient monument has finally received the blessing of a miracle!"
"The seminary, the seminary has been recognized by the gods. This is a praise from the gods."
…
Pava looked confused.
"Why do you want to help others? Let me tell you, Pava." Cupirol next to him said slowly.
"Because we are the eldest sons of gods!"
The young scholar pointed to two glowing buildings in the distance, with confidence and determination on his face: "This means that we are the best city."
"No matter how the era changes, we will maintain the glory of the Holy City!"
…
Lu Yao yawned.
Unfortunately, the lighthouse itself collapsed during the change of eras. Only the monuments and seminaries of Yao City can be transformed into wonders.
Faith in the upper right corner -8000.
This was the first time Lu Yao took the initiative to build a wonder.
Only the construction of the first wonder is discounted. The monument costs 3,000 faith, and the subsequent seminary costs 5,000 faith at the original price.
Lu Yao was initially more optimistic about Yancheng. The economic foundation there is strong, and the citizens are enterprising and ambitious from top to bottom.
The result was that he collapsed internally.
In the first season of A Tale of Two Cities in the pixel world, Yaocheng, who united people's hearts, had the last laugh.