Several bonfires were lit in the nameless village shrouded in darkness. With a population of about a hundred and more than thirty households, they all gathered in an open space outside the village, huddled in a circle relying on the heat provided by the firelight.
Zhou Qingfeng did not embarrass the people in the village. He just announced that if anyone wanted to come and chat, he would give some salt to them. The poor villagers came out quickly without much consideration or even the slightest hesitation.
No one knows who Zhou Qingfeng is, no one knows what he wants to do, but even a little salt is enough for them to take some risks. This helplessness and pain are all on the faces of the villagers, just like they blindly follow the evil insect sacrifices
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The guy who led the way during the day has not left yet. He acted like a slut, and was responsible for making excuses, but he was very stingy. Facing the villagers who were fawning over him, he felt that all before him were scoundrels who came to take advantage.
Every time they see a spoonful of pure white salt dug out of a cloth bag, the villagers will smile and take it with a basin, a bowl or a pair of palms with gratitude, and then sit obediently by the campfire and leave Zhou Qingfeng.
Not far nor near.
Zhou Qingfeng was neither enthusiastic nor indifferent. As if he was born to be a master, he pointed at an older villager and asked: "What is the origin of the monster I killed?"
After being out for half a month, he also stayed in the Banshee Castle for several days. There was no place that made Zhou Qingfeng happy. There is no doubt that violence is better than natural disasters. Not only did the lords from various places intensify their exploitation in preparation for the war, evil spirits and monsters also came out one after another.
came out.
When demons invaded the North, the evil insect Kaiworth was one of them. Zhou Qingfeng was able to trace his sacrifice, so he naturally wanted to know more about the inside story behind it.
The villager who was singled out hesitated for a while and said in panic: "The monster I killed was originally from our village. She was originally an ordinary person, but not long ago, she suddenly became weird. She can control insects and transform into strange snakes. We
They are all afraid of her."
"Did she ask you to do anything?"
"Just let us pray to a weird idol."
There is a wooden idol with a baboon head in the bonfire. This was found from the house of the evil insect sacrifice. Apart from that, nothing else was found. The baboon idol has been chopped into firewood and thrown into the fire.
It's burned inside.
Zhou Qingfeng thought about it, but he still didn't understand why the evil insect Kaivos wanted to make a statue with the head of a baboon. The demon lords in the abyss are all kinds of strange, but there is one that looks like a baboon. But that is a two-headed baboon.
"What does this woman usually do? Who does she interact with?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The villagers who were questioned could only shake their heads, and the other villagers remained silent. Zhou Qingfeng said loudly: "Who knows? If you tell me, I will give him another spoonful of salt."
Immediately, several people shouted at the same time: "That woman will sell medicinal materials."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, pointed to the person who spoke the fastest, and asked: "What medicinal materials are sold? To whom?"
"The Grimace Mushroom that woman sells can be found in places where there are many dead people. The wizard master of Banshee Castle will buy it, and many of us do this business. But we don't know how the woman turned into a monster."
This didn't contain much information, but Zhou Qingfeng still waved his hand and said, "Reward him."
The 'dog leg' reluctantly dug out a spoonful from the bag containing salt. He seemed to regard the salt in his hand as his own, and wiped off the bulging part, leaving only a flat spoonful. The villagers who got the salt were already overjoyed.
, thank you endlessly.
"Who else knows?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The other villagers were eager to try, but they didn't know what to say. After a while, a female villager asked weakly in the crowd: "Master, can I speak?"
The other villagers stared at her. The frightened female villager put her hands on her knees and sat on the ground without daring to raise her head. But Zhou Qingfeng smiled and said, "Of course. You can come out and warm yourself in front of the bonfire, and then speak slowly."
The female villager waved her hands repeatedly and did not dare to come out. She hid in the crowd and whispered: "I met that monster when I went to meet someone."
"Who?"
"I don't know him. But I know that the man lives in the village of the local knight master. He also rides a horse and carries a weapon. He is about forty or fifty years old. He looks like a big shot like you, master."
In the village of local knights, who can ride horses and carry weapons, if they are forty or fifty years old, the information will be much clearer. There will not be many people who meet the conditions.
Zhou Qingfeng felt relieved and said to the dogleg behind him: "Give her two spoonfuls of salt, two full spoonfuls."
The villagers made an envious uproar, and the female villager who received the salt knelt down directly to Zhou Qingfeng. Only the 'dog leg' muttered a few words, and reluctantly gave him two full spoonfuls of salt.
After asking a few more questions, there was no other information about the insect monster.
But with a few spoonfuls of salt, the atmosphere was heightened, and the villagers became very excited. Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Can you still live your life now? How many days will you have enough food at home?"
The scene instantly became deserted, with everyone bowing their heads and speechless.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around, then randomly selected a villager and asked, "Do you have any food stored at home?"
"Reply to the master, we have no food."
"Not at all?"
"We are all hungry, and we are living one day at a time. We don't even have the energy to cut down trees, so we can only pick up some mushrooms in the wild to fill our stomachs. Occasionally, we collect some medicinal materials and hurriedly send them to the local master's house to exchange for some food.
a little.
We also know that the monster covered in reptiles is not a good thing. But it said it could help us get food, and we... we had to believe it."
The villagers were all sighing and feeling very miserable.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Whose territory do you have here?"
"The territory of Knight Powell. But the knight doesn't care about us because we are untouchables."
Powell..., which Powell?
Zhou Qingfeng actually knows a guy named Powell, "Powell, who is in his twenties and believes in Tire, the god of justice?"
The villager who spoke shook his head, "Master, you should be talking about little Powell. He has not inherited his father's territory yet. I heard that he went to Cold Wind City with the church not long ago. We belong to the Powell family and are affiliated with the Banshee Castle.
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Zhou Qingfeng was even more surprised, "Don't the followers of Tyr, the God of Justice, take care of you?"
The villagers smiled bitterly again and said: "There are two factions of justice. Among them, the aristocratic faction does not recognize that untouchables are human beings. The Powell family is the aristocratic faction. In their eyes, we untouchables are inherently evil and will sooner or later become the followers of the devil.
Little Powell is the most radical. He believes that untouchables are the source of trouble, and wants us to do the heaviest hard labor, restricts our freedom of movement, kills us at every turn, and wishes to eradicate all untouchables in his territory."
With limited resources, the bottom class must be considered to be guilty of original sin. No wonder Zhou Qingfeng rode into the village, and everyone in the village had a bad look on his face. He tightened his face and asked: "Does Tier care? He is the god of justice.
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The villagers were all speechless and numb.
Cyric interrupted and said: "Boy, why are you here in this poor village with nothing to do? How do you want Tyr to take care of it? If that hypocritical crippled one-eyed monster can take care of it, at least half of his followers will be lost."
"Why can't you control it?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.
Cyric was furious, "Do you think these poor people who don't have enough to eat can support the church and become paladins? You are too naive. Only nobles with extraordinary blood can support faith. Since the rise of civilization for tens of thousands of years,