As the lamb was eaten by all the children, a few children who were satisfied after eating left the field, but there were still more children who did not get anything, and some even only ate a little wool. From their bloodshot eyes,
Anyone can see their unwillingness in their eyes.
They are thirsty for more. How can a lamb satisfy the children who are almost starving to death? If another lamb dripping with blood appears in front of them, it will be divided in an instant regardless of whether it is handled by a mage or not.
Eating up.
"Can the saint's seal only buy us so much food?"
"That's the seal of a saint. Does the city lord intend to take it away like this? The city lord must pay more food to take the seal away!"
The children responded to the shouts of their companions around them, and even the city lord's guards dared not ignore them with the arrogance they gathered.
Of course, the long-trained Crusaders are not vegetarians. As the shining swords are drawn from their waists, the majestic aura of the fourth-level professionals is like a mountain, lying in front of all the dissatisfied children. p>
Feeling the strong momentum of the city lord's guards and the murderous aura tempered by the battlefield, the children's voices suddenly became quieter. No one dared to offend the fourth-level official professionals, even if they were still dissatisfied, after feeling the difference in strength.
In the end, I can only swallow my dissatisfaction.
"Wait a minute." Just when the Crusaders were about to withdraw and leave, Valente suddenly shouted, "The Saint's Seal can't give us more food, but what about sacrifices? I remember the city lord said that as long as we agree to sacrifice
If you sacrifice, you can get enough food."
Under the prompts of these words, the children recalled the city lord's previous promise, and their eyes lit up. As long as they agreed to the request for sacrifice, they no longer had to worry about food, and that was the best way to solve the current predicament.
Good idea.
"In ancient Erathia, Saint Isaac used his own sacrifice to obtain a miracle. When the door in the clouds opened, the beautiful angel descended from the clouds and saved all the confused people.
The world."
Under Valente's call, the city lord holding the saint's seal also left the protection of the guards, stopped in front of a group of children, and loudly explained their doubts:
"In today's era, visions are everywhere. The ambitions of the kings have torn the continent apart. The flames have abandoned people. Demons and undead are causing harm to the world. Erathia is in ruins. It is like a doomsday scene. We can only imitate the ancient saints.
Disciples, we offer devout sacrifices to Erathia’s last hope, the Stigmata sitting high among the clouds, and let our prayers reach his ears, and then we have a glimmer of hope.”
As the city lord with cloudy eyes appeared, his words seemed to be a guide for the children nearby. His pious look also made the children awe, and every word he said was convincing enough.
"We can't do this." Dean Cavo crossed the crowd and tried to stop everything. "Isaac's sacrifice can bring about miracles because he is a saint, and what you are in front of is just a group of children.
How can you use the standards of saints to measure children? What's more, we will never do such cruel things."
Seeing that the dean was about to refuse again, the children in the back suddenly became unhappy. Finally, they saw a solution to the food problem. Unexpectedly, the dean did not agree with the matter, and the children started talking in low voices.
"What if sacrifice works? There's no harm in trying."
"Maybe the sacrifice is what the saint expected, otherwise why would he come here at this moment? Maybe this is the most correct choice."
"Dean Cavo... He is usually so kind to us, but I didn't expect that he was all pretending. It is his persistence that prevents us from eating enough food!"
The children's words became more and more unpleasant. Even Dean Cavo couldn't help but look back at this moment and looked at these children with some strangeness.
Ms. Madeleine did not speak out to stop the children, nor did she turn around to leave. Instead, she paused and pondered. She could not figure out how to choose to solve the problem that troubled everyone. Food shortage was not just a matter of those children.
, even she often endured the torture of hunger, including her husband and children at home. She was scolded for this. Perhaps agreeing to the city lord's request is the best choice at the moment.
It was the city lord who spoke, and the children's voices trailed off: "Dean Cavo, you are right, we are not cruel and barbaric pagans, we are Erathians walking in glory, we cannot do anything
Only the purest souls can achieve miracles by harming others. I ask you, can one of you voluntarily become a sacrifice in exchange for enough food for others, so that your companions will never have to use it again?
Starving?"
Children, you look at me, I look at you, no one responds, they all hope that someone can stand up and completely solve the problem of insufficient food for them.
Seeing this, the city lord just let out a disappointed sigh: "Since no one has voluntarily come forward, let's forget about it. However, this condition is always valid. When you change your mind and someone is willing to come forward, I will still
Plenty of food will be provided to you."
After saying that, the city lord led the team away. The eyes of the children who stayed behind were full of complaints and anger. They were not angry at the city lord's conditions, but at the companions around them. They seemed to be questioning each other with their eyes.
Why didn't you stand up at a time like this? As a result, everyone had no food.
After the children had almost dispersed, Irene came back to her senses from the incident and wanted to look for Sania. However, Irene was ultimately disappointed. She shuttled among the children gathering around to discuss each other, still
Sania could not be found.
After many inquiries, Irene finally learned about Sania's whereabouts. After agreeing to hand over the saint's seal to the city lord, Sania left first, with no intention of staying here. The subsequent disputes were completely
Can't get her attention.
In the corner of the front yard, Erin finally found the familiar figure, but Sania looked very bad now. She was sitting alone in the corner, holding her knees with her hands and sobbing softly.
Irene sat next to her and patted her back with her hand. It wasn't until her expression improved slightly that she said, "I'm sorry, Sania..."
"You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault." Sania wiped away her tears and hid all the anguish in her heart. Her expression seemed to be calm again, but Eileen knew that hidden under that calmness, she
How painful is this moment?
Eileen sighed slightly: "That seal should be more than just a treasure to you, right? I still remember the way you recited the name of the saint when you picked up the seal."
As if she thought of something, Sania's expression improved obviously: "Since my parents died, Isaac is the only person who treats me well without asking for anything in return. I asked him why he did this, and he said that was
Once he sees his responsibility as a saint, he cannot ignore it."
At the end of the sentence, Sania's expression became depressed again: "That seal was the last thing Isaac gave me. I promised him that he would keep it well and not lose it. Unexpectedly, this happened.
Such a thing...if Isaac comes back and asks, I don't know how to answer."
Eileen just comforted her: "Don't worry, I believe the saint will understand your choice. He definitely doesn't want you to continue to lose. Maybe he has returned to Yunzhong City and is watching you in the sky.
You have to cheer up."
Under Irene's comfort, Sania's expression finally improved. Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly let out a muffled groan, as if something hit her in the back, and she almost fell to the ground.
Sania was slightly startled. What hit her was a lump of mud, and the one who threw the lump was a few children from behind who were looking at the two of them coldly.
"What are you doing?" Erin screamed, never expecting this to happen, and her words were full of reprimands for those children.
However, Irene's scolding had no effect at all. The children still threw mud at Sania. It wasn't until the angry Irene ran in front of them that they dispersed in a swarm.
Until Irene returned, Sania, who stayed where she was, was still a little at a loss. She didn't understand how she could be treated like this when she was a good person. She had obviously exchanged the saint's seal for food in accordance with the children's request, but she couldn't understand.
All that was waiting for her was the mud thrown at her.
Several children passed by Sania again. This time, the children did not throw any more mud, but spat in front of her, their eyes full of hatred and contempt for her. p>
"What... happened to them?" Sania stood there with a look of astonishment on her face, not understanding why she was treated like this.
Irene didn't know how to answer, but deep down in her heart, there was some speculation that shocked her. Things seemed to be developing towards an irreversible situation.
"She's there, don't let her escape."
A burst of familiar words reached Erin's ears. Erin's eyes showed some disbelief, but she saw Valente, a young man who admired her, leading a group of children to surround her and Sania.<
/p>
After discovering Irene, Valente was slightly stunned and quickly reminded her: "Irene, we are here to find Sania. This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't get involved."
"What are you looking for her for?" Irene asked him as if she didn't hear the request in Valente's words.
Valente pursed his lips, but still said: "Sanya, she is the girl brought by the saints, and she is also the hope of the saints to save us. The saints once promised that before we run out of food,
A solution to the problem has been found, but so much time has passed and there is still no news from the saints, which makes people suspicious. We all know that saints will never lie, so is there another reason for the matter? Maybe
The saints brought the hope of saving us here early on, but we failed to notice it."
Valente's words also received a burst of responses from the children nearby. Everyone agreed with his statement, and he also crossed the crowd and came to Sania: "You were brought to the lion by the saints.
From the Gryphon House, you should shoulder the responsibility of the saints to save us. Now you only need to sacrifice one person to save everyone in the Gryphon House. Why don't you agree to the city lord's request? You can't do anything to us.
Don’t save me until you die!”
Sensing Valente's aggressive attitude, Sania backed away in fear, but there were children crowding behind her. Someone pushed hard, and Sania's steps became unsteady, and she had to collapse on the ground.
Figures taller than her surrounded her tightly.
The children who have tasted the blood of the Lamb do not want to go back to starvation, and no matter what they do, they don't care.
Just when Sania was so desperate that she didn't know what to do, a familiar figure stopped in front of her and saved her from the scolding of the children: "Don't you just want to find a sacrifice for the city lord? Why?
What do you say so nicely?"
Valente's expression changed and he advised: "Irene, this matter has nothing to do with you."
There was deep disappointment in Irene's eyes. She didn't understand how the boy in her memory became like this. The only thing she could guarantee was her own inner perseverance: "How can this matter have nothing to do with me? Each of us
We are all in it, but you...this is not the you I know."
Seeing that the children nearby were unwilling to let go, not only did they throw rocks and mud at Sania, but some even came up to pull her hair. Irene finally couldn't bear it anymore. She was so thin that she stood in front of Sania without hesitation: "You all
Stay away from Sania, I will voluntarily become the city lord's sacrifice, is that okay?"
After hearing what she said, Valente's expression changed completely. Just as he was about to pull Irene away, he heard a burst of cheers burst out from the children around him. That was the words they had been waiting for for a long time.
"Wait! She didn't mean that..."
Valente tried to stop Irene and told the children nearby that they were wrong, but no one around him paid attention to his words. The children who were shouting around kept pushing Irene and prepared to take her to the city lord.
In front of you.
Even when Valente wanted to stop him, what was waiting for him was the merciless heavy punches of the children. Each punch hit Valente with stars in his eyes. With his own strength, he could not do anything at all.
Unable to stop everyone in front of him, and suffering the consequences, he could only lie down on the ground with his beaten head hanging, and watched helplessly as the child and Irene disappeared in front of him.
Above the sky, the saint's arms trembled. He couldn't help but wanted to speak out and stop the matter many times, but the worry in his heart made him stop.
The devil, who is eyeing him eagerly, is waiting for the moment when he shows his timidity. Once he calls out, he will be completely fooled by the devil, and the bet will be completely lost.
As a saint, he must never bow to evil.
The saint clenched his fists and finally let out a deep sigh. At this point, he could only place his hope on the humans below.
There is still room for redemption. Perhaps the only remaining conscience in human beings can become the hope in this disaster and prevent things from reaching a point where they are completely irreversible.