After stabilizing her body, Lecia turned her head and saw clearly the person who bumped into her. It was the person she saw eating raw meat that day. She seemed to be Betty's distant cousin North.
He has a pale complexion and looks about twenty-nine years old. He has no beard, black-green hair, and his pupils are also green, like will-o'-the-wisps at night. He is strong and almost half a head taller than her.
He has a cold aura on his body and will become a little irritable after looking at him for a long time. He is wearing simple clothes that he usually wears for farm work.
He looked at Lecia with a sinister look, smiled, and returned to the crowd, joining in the chatting of several people.
The uncomfortable gaze disappeared, and Lecia also had the urge to hit him.
She didn't like the aura emanating from him, and she would have to take revenge later. This was the first thought in her mind.
"Lecia, are you okay? I'll give that guy a good look later." Natalia and Dermot checked up and down.
Village Chief Little also exuded a sense of majesty and comforted Lecia, saying that he would deal with North later. He was the one who scolded her just now.
Yulia, who had a bulging belly, looked at Lecia's body with both hands and nodded to express her affirmation.
Even Lecia didn't know when she appeared here. Every time she saw her, there was something indescribably wrong.
"She is developing very well. She will be a good mother in the future. Let's try to be a sacrificial saint first."
"Lecia has to choose, she is still young." Natalia added.
"Yeah, it's about to start, so go ahead and wait. I'm very optimistic about Lecia."
After being taken away, Lecia suspected that they would introduce her husband candidates next.
In terms of beauty, the three of them are not bad; in terms of temperament, my extra heroic spirit ruins the girl's softness, and those of the other party are obviously more suitable.
The man wearing the hood was also among the crowd nearby, and his face hidden inside was not visible.
Since the candidates and the audience are separated, Lecia does not have the opportunity to ask her questions now.
The people next to him had dark purple skin and ordinary looks, just like ordinary villagers. The arms that were occasionally exposed had some ulcer-like scars.
Village Chief Little was also ready to walk to the area reserved in front and coughed twice to quiet the noisy crowd.
"The annual election of the sacrificial saints is about to begin again. The chosen ones will pray and believe in the stars and all things on behalf of our village of Yansir, so that we can continue to receive their gifts and prosperity next year."
The people below cheered, shouting about their beliefs and the people they hoped to choose.
Lecia also heard many people shouting her name.
Betty shook the flowers in her hand, shouted a few times and winked at Lecia. Awosika also nodded to her while holding her belly.
The others in North looked on with sneers, as if they were about to rush forward at any moment.
Lecia was a little confused when she provoked him, or when he was eating raw meat and was hit by her and became angry.
The invisible eyes of the man in the black hood were also looking at himself, and after being looked at by her, he looked at the classical beauty next to him.
She had no impression of most of the other people who had gathered, except for the few she had seen in the past few days.
She couldn't help but look at the protruding bushes at the back from time to time. It was also attracting her there, as if it was very familiar to her.
"Stop looking around, look ahead," Natalia led Lecia to the area behind the village chief Little.
Next to him were people who had also come to run for the election. Except for the pregnant one who looked at him with a smile, the others were looking ahead with calm expressions.
"Since the messengers from all things in the starry sky helped us suppress the evil that imprisoned free belief in Yangsir Village, we are now ushering in a new year. The birth of the sacrificial saint is related to the stability in the new year. She will strengthen it again
Seal against evil.
"So -" Little lengthened his voice and turned serious: "I won't say any more nonsense. I hope some of you newcomers will abide by the rules of the village."
After he finished speaking, he looked at North with majestic eyes, and the people around him swarmed up and pushed him down.
The few people around him also hid and watched in fear, not daring to make any disturbing move.
"No one can escape from the rules. This time you are a first offender, and next time you will become the soil of a forbidden place."
The men took out sticks and beat North repeatedly. He fell to the ground motionless, raised his head and looked at Lecia with resentful eyes, and the green in his pupils seemed to be burning.
North, who was beaten to a bloody pulp, did not cry out. Finally, he was pulled out by his two companions, and the atmosphere returned to what it was when he arrived.
The villagers just gathered around and discussed, with no expressions or excitement. It felt like the discussion was just for the sake of discussion.
Lecia felt that they were too incoherent and too unified.
Thinking of the scene where North was beaten to a bloody pulp, he flinched a little, because he would definitely die if he did.
Natalia, who was standing by the side, and Little, who turned to speak, made eye contact, and Little continued to look at each place for a while.
She raised a smile on her lips and pulled Demot, who was in a daze next to her, to hold each other's arms.
…Next, select the candidate you think is the most suitable, take pictures of the teams one by one and come up to vote.”
"Green, Martel, Steele, Lecia...people other than them do not count, and your vote will be invalid. You must consider it carefully. This is related to the future of all of us."
Only then did Lecia learn that the woman next to her wearing a classic palace dress was called Steele, the one with green hair was Green, and the gentle and maternal Martel.
I hope everyone will choose the three of them. I even forgot about the ceremony, so it must be inappropriate.
Of course, it would be better to be able to look at the raised grass for a while after it is over.
What is under the dark red round handle inside? What is sealed there? Why does it make the people in the village so angry?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Come on Teacher Lecia, we like you to be a model."
The painting brother and sister and their father Murray came to Lecia and inserted the tied sticks in their hands into the ground. There was a person behind them who was distributing sticks to those waiting in line. The village chief Little looked on.
Murray, who had a few strands of white on his head, shook hands with Lecia. His clothes were stained with a lot of colorful paint, and the pupils of his eyes were a little illusory, like irregular spaces folded together.
"I look forward to the moment when I paint your portrait. I am honored. I am grateful to the invisible God for the gift."
After saying that, he took the child and left, leaving Lecia standing there in a daze and forgetting to thank her. What is this?
"Teacher Lecia, you look good, remember to choose me."
Betty took the flowers and brought the man pulling the thorn carriage to vote for her. She handed the flowers to Lecia and left happily.
All the students she teaches came with their families to vote for her. Those who were lagging behind at first have now surpassed the classical beauties around them.
Unlike everyone else, Schiller and the hooded man came here. He was a little hesitant and didn't know whether to go in. After looking at the people opposite, he thought about going over.
The hooded man inserted himself directly into the frame in front of Lecia, revealing his purple-black skin with hideous scars on his hand, which looked more like a claw.
"Schiller, if you don't want to vote, just abstain."
Lecia persuaded him, who was confused. After all, he was the one who often played the flute. It didn't matter if he didn't vote.
"Teacher Lecia, come on."
After hesitating for a long time, he still intervened, and after saying a few words, he left with the hooded man, his mood not as cheerful as before.
"What?" Lecia was confused for a while, and she would have to ask him after the meeting was over.
Most of the villagers in the back voted at random, and she was like an outsider watching the excitement, always feeling like she couldn't fit in.
When Awosika also came to her to say goodbye and leave, the sticks in front of her that were obviously denser than the others had already declared her victory.
The village chief Little came last and voted for Lecia. The classical beauty Steele on the other side directly swept down the stick in front of him and was very angry.
"Dad, why didn't you vote for me? I hate you, and so does mom. You don't love me anymore."
After she finished speaking, she stormed off without even thinking about it. The hem of her skirt was pulled up and clamped to prevent it from hindering her ability to walk.
"Village Chief, doesn't this matter?"
Lecia was a little worried that the other party would also come to vent her anger. This was obviously not her fault. At least the culprit had to block it.
"Don't worry, Lecia. You have to be confident, everyone will recognize you. I will teach the little girl a lesson, she is becoming less and less polite."
Little's expression looked a little strange. The moment he looked at Steele's back, his behavior was not what a father should be.
Lecia didn't dare to ask anything. She could only pray that it would end quickly so that she could be relieved as soon as possible, or that she could go to the back and take a look at the protruding bushes.
Martel and Green, who were defeated, also came over to congratulate them and returned to the cheering crowd. She and the village chief Little were the only ones still in the area.
"Let us cheer for this year's priestess, Saint Lecia. Now the banquet begins."
Woo woo woo…
The people below started shaking with excitement, and some people took out the prepared food and lit the prepared bonfire.
They add some special materials inside to make the flames appear in various colors.
Looking at all this, Lecia felt like she wanted to run away and get away from here. The dizziness started to appear, and she couldn't cheer with these people.
It should be said that there was no joy in her heart, only a lot of confusion and questions.
Why did she have no idea what to do next?
"Next, let's put the symbol of the saint on our dear Lecia."
The voice of the village chief Little came out, Natalia and Yulia came up with a flat box, and Dermot, who was smiling unnaturally, also came to adjust her skirt.
The box was opened, and inside was a necklace with various star symbol gems, and the middle one was a crescent moon carved from ruby.
The bracelet and anklet next to it are also made of exquisite star symbol gemstones, which are colorful and extremely beautiful.
Lecia was a little scared. This thing was so delicate and beautiful that she didn't dare to touch it, and an instinctive resistance arose in her heart.
"Sister, Yulia, can I wear it later?"
"What are you talking about? Wearing it will make you a beautiful saint in the audience."
Natalia was already squatting down and putting on the anklets, and Yulia was putting on the bracelets. She wanted to leave, and the call to her from the protruding grass behind was getting stronger and stronger.
Martel and Green appeared behind them at some point, pushing the somewhat dazed Dermot aside and restraining Lecia who was trying to struggle. The one behind her with a protruding belly stared at her waist.
"Are you going to hurt the child? Teacher Lecia."
When the words came out, Lecia hesitated, and the necklaces were put on her hands and feet.
She felt her body become heavier, and in a trance she saw a fire burning in the overhanging bushes.
It contains destruction, heat, killing and strong unwillingness, and the battlefield where countless warriors scream appears here.
The sky is filled with gray-red dark clouds and filled with blazing fire, and the ground is filled with smoke and fighting, blood and fire.
"All that's missing is the necklace, Lecia, you are really beautiful tonight. I don't know who will marry you."
Yulia handed half of the necklace composed of bright gems to Natalia, and the two of them put it on Lesia, one on the left and the other on the right. The red gem in the middle was coquettish and beautiful.
"No, I don't want to take this seriously." Lecia was clamped from one side to the other, and could only watch helplessly as the gem fell into the center of the hollow of her white-skinned collarbone.
As if seeing something terrifying, Lecia resisted instinctively, but Martel and Green grabbed her hands, and Natalia and Yulia continued the movements with smiles.
She felt the touch on the back of her neck. There must be something she couldn't remember. She shouldn't be like this.
"Dermott, come and save me, I don't want this."
Lecia thought of someone close to her and wanted to turn around and shout. Dermot struggled a little between Martel and Green, and then froze there.
The buttons at the back were buttoned up, and Lecia felt the weight go away, and her head relaxed. She seemed to have forgotten what she wanted to do? She couldn't remember.
Natalia and Yulia kissed her on the cheek, and then it was Martel and Green's turn.
Schiller, who was in the crowd, clenched the flute in his hand and was pulled away by the hooded man.
The cheers, discussions, and shouts overwhelmed her resistance. The roars and the turmoil of the battlefield increased her burden, coupled with the sudden decompression at the end. Lecia felt that she became very heavy, and her hands and feet became weak and she fainted.
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Natalia and Martel smiled, pulled Dermot, who was a little dazed, and helped her leave, leaving behind the people celebrating in front of the bonfires of different colors.
The dark red round handle protruding out of the grass, entangled by weeds, thorns, and thorns, gave off a faint light. Below it was the bright red sword body, which was inserted into a tattered heavy book and sunk into the ground.
Before the light could be emitted, it was swept away by the invisible ripples outside. It seemed as if nothing happened here and it remained calm.
