Chapter 145: Flame of Revenge (Thanks to the first leader of this book [Qian Rongqi])
Looking at the blazing red light that illuminated half of the town's sky, Anvis suddenly felt something in his heart.
He had a feeling that the person he was looking for on this trip was at the fire scene.
So, he changed his steps and walked towards the direction of the fire.
.….….
Reflected on his eyelids by the dazzling dancing firelight, the town militiaman on duty at the wooden watchtower at the gate of the town suddenly woke up.
Staring blankly in the direction of the fire, blinking twice, he finally came to his senses and immediately began to pull the alarm bell desperately.
"Dang——dang——dang——"
"It's on fire! Put out the fire!"
The residents of the small town woke up from their sleep and saw the raging flames rising into the sky at night. They hurriedly started looking for objects and went to the town's wells to get water to put out the fire.
The cold winter night is the time when Karast, the god of the north wind, rules.
Those strong and dry north winds coming from the depths of the ancient mountains are blowing in the small town seemingly endlessly.
If the flames cannot be extinguished quickly, then in this kind of wind,
The fire is likely to ignite nearby dry shrubs, weeds, and even other houses.
By then, everything will be over.
Pa tap tap tap tap tap——
A panicked town citizen carried a bucket, a wooden basin and other items, quickly passed Anvis and ran towards the burning house in the corner of the town.
But the strange thing is that at this moment, no one noticed Anvis in the middle of the road.
When people passed by him, they never glanced at him for even a moment.
Although his leisurely gait, which was different from the others, and the pitch-black cloak covering his whole body, both looked very suspicious.
It was as if Anvis's figure did not exist at all in their sight.
Beside Anvis, a figure wearing enchanted heavy armor suddenly appeared and respectfully handed a paper document to him.
This is the brief information about the target person that the family's intelligence force investigated for him when he went to Jorgen Town.
Taking it casually, Anvis walked forward and began to browse its contents.
At the top of this document, there is a magical image of a boy's face and profile.
He has big light brown eyes, fair skin, some small freckles on his face, slightly red rosacea, and slightly thin lips.
Her brown-red hair was disheveled, as if a bird's nest made of hay had been torn apart and fastened on top of her head.
Name:Matt
Birthplace: Palohia Province, Jorgen Territory, Jorgen Town
Lord: Baron Jorgen
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Slowly flipping through the information in his hand, a classic story of nobles oppressing civilians gradually took shape in Anvis' mind.
.….….
Matt was born in a family of five, which is very common in Gloria. He himself is the youngest child in this family.
Fortunately, he has parents who love each other, and brothers and sisters who love him very much.
This summer, while working in the fields, Matt's father accidentally fell and injured his leg, and then got caught in the rain and caught the wind and cold.
Due to overwork and illness, he was bedridden.
Without one of the main laborers in the family, the eldest brother and Matt, who is still weak, can barely maintain farming.
During the autumn harvest, because there was no time to harvest, a lot of the mature grains were eaten by birds. In addition, this year was another famine year, making things worse.
Various taxes such as farmland tax, poll tax, and defense tax, which we could barely afford in previous years, cannot be afforded this year.
For the sake of the family, the second sister bravely stood up and volunteered to become a maid in the Baron Mansion, using her work to deduct part of the tax.
But while dusting the furniture, she accidentally dropped an ancient magic crystal lamp worth hundreds of gold coins to the ground.
Baron Jorgen was furious and immediately ordered someone to hang her up, give her fifty lashes, and then leave her to his men to deal with her on their own.
Three days later, the scarred and thin body of the second sister Matt was returned by the guards of the Baron Mansion.
Matt's eldest brother was furious and wanted to argue. He was punched in the head by a formal professional guard. The back of his head was hit hard on a stone and he lost his voice on the spot.
.….….
Standing among the people fighting the fire, Matt stared blankly at the sea of fire, his face pale.
He would never forget the last look his mother gave him before the fire.
Collapse, despair, hysteria——
Without the prime-age labor force, families have lost more than 90% of their financial resources.
This means one thing: in the long and severe winter that follows, she will watch her children and husband slowly die in front of her.
I experienced a huge blow in a short period of time and a hopeless life for the future.
Matt's mother pushed Matt out of the room.
Then, she lit the house on fire with her own hands——
…
The home where I had lived for more than ten years was completely engulfed in flames.
Three bodies, burned beyond recognition, were rescued from the burning houses by the townspeople.
Matt felt his eyes go dark, as if his entire world had been reduced to ashes in front of him.
He moved his body, wanting to take a step towards the sea of fire.
But his body was swaying as if he was drunk, and he could not stand steadily. He could only hold on to the wooden fence beside him.
At this moment, the world around him suddenly stopped.
The shouts of the townspeople directing the fire fighting, the crackling of the blazing fire, the cries of women and children, all the sounds were silenced, as if they had become projections that had nothing to do with him.
Matt raised his head in confusion and looked at the source of the change.
The sea of fire that was as dazzling as the sun came towards him, but it was a tall silhouette that was deeper and darker than the night——
The twin moons in the sky were covered by dark clouds, and darkness and flames accompanied the footsteps of the figures.
Like the god of vengeance in the final apocalypse, he stands proudly on the top of the blazing kingdom of God, overlooking all living things in the world.
"Matt——"
Under the deep black robe, the figure slowly spoke, with overlapping deep echoes in his voice, as if countless men, women, old and young were speaking at the same time.
"Do you want revenge?"
"revenge……?"
His dazed mind slowly turned around, thinking about the meaning of the figure's words.
A faint fire slowly appeared in the depths of Matt's originally dull eyes.
"revenge……"
Slowly chewing on this cold and sweet word, the fire suddenly spread rapidly in his heart like a blazing sea of fire in front of him.
After regaining his sense, Matt quietly raised his head and looked at the tall figure in front of him.
At this moment, in his brown eyes, an extremely strong flame of hatred was burning.
"Do you want to take revenge on those nobles who ruined everything for you?"
Looking at this scene, the dark figure asked questions without emotion.
"Are you a vengeful god?"
Looking at the extremely tall figure in the sea of fire, Matt suddenly understood something and knelt down like a jade pillar pushing down a mountain of gold.
"I want revenge, Lord God! I am willing to give you my life! My faith! My soul!"
"I am willing to dedicate everything I have! Just to send them all to the bottom of the endless abyss! Burn in the endless flames of hell forever and ever!"
"Then, as you wish -"
Looking at Matt kneeling in front of him, still with that strange and sacred echo, the dark figure slowly nodded.
At that moment, Matt suddenly felt that there seemed to be something extra in his heart.