The image of the old woman reminded Xiela of a crow.
Her nose was as high as a bird's beak, her cheekbones were covered with an unusually bright red that was even brighter than that of the mountain people, and her tightly pursed lips were almost blue. A black tattered cloak covered most of her body.
The bony, dry hands that were covered and folded together to support the cane looked like sharp bird claws.
She looks more like a poisoned corpse than a human being.
After being stared at by her for a while, Xila couldn't bear it anymore. It had nothing to do with concentration, it was a normal person's instinctive disgust towards madmen.
So, in order to break the awkward silence, Xila said: "Mother-in-law, I apologize for the wrong things my colleagues have done."
"You are a pastor. How can you do anything wrong?"
The old woman spoke with a weird laugh that seemed humble, her voice was rough to the point of being harsh, and her eyeballs trembled uneasily in their sockets.
"I apologize sincerely."
However, Xiela was not displeased by her rudeness. His voice was still calm and calm, full of apology: "I know that no matter how much I apologize, I can't make up for my colleagues' mistakes. But I hope that I can at least know things.
I will use my remaining words to make up for what happened."
When the old woman heard what Xi La said, she was so surprised that her eyes almost popped out of her head.
"Make up for it? Make up for it! Make up for it! You said make up for it! Great! Make up for it, just make up for it."
Her voice was sharp to the point of harshness, and her tone was not as elegant and steady as those aristocrats said, but rather the country people's impetuous, sharp and unnecessary tongue-licking sound. The sound of saliva slapping in the mouth.
It's unpleasant.
"That's right! You are the master! Such a good word to make up for it! Why didn't I think of it?"
The old woman chuckled, but the moment before Xi La relaxed, her pupils instantly turned blood red: "Let Tire go to hell! Let the gods go to hell! We don't need any hell to make up for it!
"
Her stooped body suddenly straightened up, and her cheeks turned red with anger. She waved her cane like a swordsman, stared at Xi La and took two trembling steps forward: "Do you know how they died?
?Do you know what those knights and priests did? Make up for it! What an arrogant cultural man!"
Xi La opened her mouth, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
After the old woman scolded him without hesitation, she calmed down a little.
"Okay, sir, if you want to know, I'll tell you. Anyway, I don't have a few days left to live, old thing, and I'm not afraid of the heat from the firewood pile."
Then she spoke in her vague voice full of country dialect: "I don't know if you know that there was an epidemic in our village that day. First it was the men farming, and then the people on the street.
All the idle men are getting hot. Even the spring plowing has no one to take care of. The women in the family can only take care of the fields and the men in their families."
"No one cared about it at that time. In previous years, there were people who got sick in the spring, but not so many this year. 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. Women
We still have men and children to take care of, and we have not taken care of the fields. If we miss the time, we will have no choice but to starve when there is no wheat in the summer."
"But the pastor is here."
At this point, the old woman laughed loudly: "There are many knights and knights coming with me! Old lady, I have never seen so many horses in my life."
"Good fellow, so many gentlemen want to listen to the words of the priest in front of me. As soon as they gave the order, the leading knight drew his sword and hacked Old Locke to death."
"Then what?"
Xila asked.
"Then what else can you do? If you chop him to death, he is really hacked to death. Locke was chopped into two pieces. I saw that his intestines were leaking out and he was still alive, but in the end he was stabbed from behind.
, finally dead."
"The children were all frightened. Before they could run away from the square, they were chased by the men on horseback and hacked to death one by one. The women rushed out of the door screaming, holding kitchen knives.
They tried to knock them off their horses with wooden sticks, but they couldn't beat the knight. The most powerful one just cut the horse and was kicked in the head by the horse's hoof. His eyeballs were squeezed out.
He ran out of energy. The remaining ones were hacked to death on the spot without even being touched. Then the gentlemen were still worried and insisted on stabbing their heads and hearts twice with a spear before they gave up."
"How come?"
The scene the old woman said almost appeared in front of Xi La's eyes. He couldn't help but feel sick about it.
"It's not over yet!" The old woman used a sharp voice to draw Xi La's attention back to reality. "The knights rode their tall horses and ran around the city, blocking the roads in and out of the village. Then they
A group of people in red clothes were brought over by the priest. Their hands could burst into flames and they burned all the corpses. Then they entered the house and arrested the sick men, killing the old woman.
Both sons were burned to death directly in the house, and then the ashes were thrown into the fireplace. My daughter-in-law hid me in the fireplace at that time! I had ashes thrown on one end! All the ashes on the other end were my sons’ ashes!”
"I"
Xi La couldn't help feeling that his teeth were numb. The world in front of him was a little blurry.
As a pastor for more than thirty years, this was the first time that he didn't know how to comfort a person.
He didn't know who those people in red clothes were, but they couldn't be cardinals anyway. Then the only possibility was that they were cultists, that is, those people were what Claudia said.
Ring of the South Wind.
Major churches have always been associated with some relatively less radical cultists. After all, without the direct threat of cultists, many people are unaware of what belief in gods can bring to them.
Without faith, there would be no fund-raising. Without fund-raising, there would be no ceremony to please the gods. There would be no funds to train Templars, and no money to give bread and vegetable soup in slums.
The so-called wool is used on sheep. The relief the poor received from the temple was the hard-earned money donated by another group of slightly less poor people. The money was sifted several times through a fine mesh, and then the leftovers were spit out to them.
This was not a big deal to Sila. However, priests and Templars killed women and children openly and openly, which almost subverted Sila's world view.
Aren't they supposed to be fighting to protect civilians?
If even priests and knights take it upon themselves to exploit and harm the people, then who can people trust? How can people still have any respect for gods? That is just the god of the plunderers, not theirs.
Why do they believe in God? Why do they entrust their souls to God unconditionally?
For a moment, Xila was dizzy from the torrent of anger that surged into her heart.
Yes, they have reason to reject God. They have reason to hate God.
They have reason to blaspheme
Because it was those high-ranking things that ruined everything for them. (To be continued.)
