quicksilver blood

Chapter 480 The So-Called Blasphemy

The image of the old woman reminded Sira of a crow.

Her nose protruded high like a bird's beak, her cheekbones were covered with an unusually bright red that was more vivid than that of the mountain people, and her tightly pressed lips were almost blue.The black tattered cloak covered most of her body, and the skinny and dry hands that were folded together to support the cane looked like sharp bird claws.

She looked more like a poisoned corpse than a human being.

After being stared at by her for a while, Xi La couldn't bear it.It has nothing to do with concentration, it's a normal person's instinctive dislike of a lunatic.

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 the pastor. How can you do anything wrong?"

The old woman quacked with a seemingly humble and weird laugh, her voice was so rough that it was almost harsh, her eyeballs quivered uncomfortably in their sockets.

"I apologize in good faith."

Sira, however, was not offended by her faux pas.His voice was still steady and calm, full of apology: "I know, no matter how much I apologize, I can't make up for the mistakes of my colleagues. But I hope I can at least know what happened...I will use my remaining voice to make up for it of."

When the old woman heard Xi La's words, her face was astonished, and her eyes almost popped out.

"Make it up? Quack...make it up! You say make it up! Great! Make it up...it's just... make it up—"

Her voice was sharp and harsh, and her tone was not as elegant and calm as those nobles said, but the impetuous, sharp and unnecessary tongue-tattling of country people.The sound of saliva slapping in the mouth is unpleasant.

"That's right! You are a master! Such a good word...make up! Why didn't I think of it..."

The old woman giggled, but just before Sira relaxed, her pupils instantly turned blood red: "—Let Tyre go to hell! Let God go to hell! We don't need anything make up!"

Her stooped body straightened suddenly, her cheeks flushed with anger.She waved her cane like a swordsman, stared at Sira and took two trembling steps forward: "Do you know how they died? Do you know what those master knights and priests did? Make up— —What a make-up! What an arrogant cultured 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, okay... Master, 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 said in her indistinct voice full of rural dialect: "I don't know if you know that there was an epidemic in our village that day. First it was the men who were farming, and then those on the street Idle men, everyone has a fever. No one even takes care of the spring plowing, only the women in the family take care of the fields, and they also take care of their men."

"No one cared about it at that time. In previous years, there were people who got sick in the spring, but not as many as 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 still have men and children to take care of, and they don’t take care of the fields. If you miss the time, you will have to starve when the wheat can’t grow in the summer.”

"But, lords pastors are coming..."

Speaking of this, the old woman giggled and said, "There are also knight masters—a lot of knight masters! Old woman, I have never seen so many horses in my life."

"What a guy... so many masters have to listen to the pastor master in front. As soon as he gave an order, the leading knight drew out his sword and hacked Old Locke to death."

"……and then?"

Sira asked.

"Then what else can I do? If he is hacked to death, he is really hacked to death. Locke was chopped in two. I saw that his intestines were leaking out and he was still alive, but in the end he was stabbed with a sword from behind. , finally died."

"The children were terrified. Before they could run away from the square, they were chased and hacked to death one by one by the gentlemen on horseback. The screaming women rushed out of the door with kitchen knives. He and the wooden stick wanted to knock them off their horses, but they couldn't beat the knight master. The most powerful one chopped off the horse and was kicked on the forehead by the horse, and his eyeballs were squeezed out. They were out of breath. The rest of them were hacked to death without even touching them. Then the gentlemen were still not at ease, and insisted on poking their heads and hearts twice with long spears before giving up."

"how come--"

The scene that the old woman said almost appeared in front of Xi La.He couldn't help feeling sick about it.

"It's not over yet!" The old woman drew Sira's attention back to reality with a sharp voice, "The knights rode back and forth in the city on tall horses, blocking all the roads in and out of the village. Then There was a group of people in red clothes brought over by the pastor. They could burn all the corpses with fire in their hands, and then went into the house to catch and kill the sick men—the old woman My two sons were directly burned to death in the house, and then the ashes were thrown into the fireplace - I was hidden in the fireplace by my daughter-in-law at that time! I was thrown with ashes at one end! My son was at the other end ashes!"

"I……"

Xi La couldn't help feeling her teeth tingling.The world before his eyes was a little blurry.

As a pastor for more than thirty years, this was the first time he didn't know how to comfort a person.

He didn't know who those people in red clothes were, but it couldn't be a cardinal anyway.Then there is only the possibility of being cultists—the greater possibility is that those people are the ring of the south wind that Claudia mentioned.

Churches have long been associated with less radical cultists.After all, there is no direct threat from cultists, and many people do not realize what belief in gods can bring them.

Without faith, there is no fundraising.Without collection, there can be no ceremony to please the gods.There is no money to train Templars, or to distribute bread and vegetable soup in poor areas.

The so-called wool is used on sheep.The relief that the poor received from the temple was the hard-earned money donated by another group of less poor people.The middle was sieved several times with a fine mesh, and then the leftovers were spit out to them.

This is nothing to Sira.But priests and templars killed women and children openly and aboveboard, which almost subverted Sira's worldview.

Shouldn't they be fighting to protect civilians?
If even priests and knights personally exploit and harm the people, who else can people trust?How can people still have half respect for gods?That was the god of the raiders, not theirs.

Why do they believe in God?Why do they unconditionally entrust their hearts to God?

For a moment, Xi La was dizzy from the torrent of anger that surged into her heart.

Yes, they had reason to reject God.They have reason to hate God.

They have reason to blaspheme—

Because it's those high and mighty things that ruined everything about them.

(End of this chapter)