[Western Fantasy] Song of the Messiah

When you know Messiah is the savior, you may laugh that there was never a savior, the gods are dead.And now Alos is thinking the same way as you, with his head lowered, and out of the corner of his eye mockingly sweeping over to the Temple Church Archbishop Yassins, who is collecting taxes, if there is really a savior, why is the city of Ophelia still alive? With the savage first night right, if he can be admitted to the magic school or become a Templar, these guys dare to call him around?

Alos raised his hand to wipe off the soot on his messy brown hair. His hair was as dry as a pile of weeds, and only a pair of eyes looked very lively. He was not very strong because he worked with his father all day to pull the bellows. , but not thin, at the moment the face still sticking to the soot was as bright as a flower, and he sent the tax collector out of the house obediently.

He didn't dare to speak nonsense of dissatisfaction, otherwise the stake in the middle of the square would burn him to ashes, and he might have a reputation as a heretic and an evil wizard after his death. Fortunately, he is not a girl, otherwise he will definitely become a witch .Alos' father is the only blacksmith in the city, and he is skilled in craftsmanship. His most urgent wish is for his son to inherit his mantle and become an excellent blacksmith.

His face was flushed red from the fire, and the arm holding the bellows was so sore that it seemed to be broken.Life has taught him to swallow his complaints wisely, because they are meaningless.It is better to have a meal of black bread with ale every day. The nobles of Ferrero Castle only have a glass of wine a day, as well as deliciously roasted lamb. Think about it, the Lord God can give him a meal of black bread It was better than buckwheat cakes with husks mixed with sand, which was the food of slaves.

His father was always talking about things to pay attention to when blacksmithing. In his impression, his father either scolded him for being bad here or there, or complained that the tax officials were as greedy as vampires.Old Mike the blacksmith has a loud voice and cares about things, but he is as stubborn and clumsy as a donkey. Even if the neighbor owes him a penny, he can miss the miser ten years later.

Alos watched his father turn off the stove after finishing the work, and pulled out a book of travel books from the wooden shelf. His reading began from travel books. How could a son of a blacksmith be educated like a noble young master.But he never tires of reading, absorbing all kinds of knowledge like a sponge, although even his father, old Mike, can't understand, oh god, look at him like a noble young master, come on, you'll just be a blacksmith in the future , I broke my eyes, and I burned them.

No matter how furious old Mike was, he still hid in the haystack as usual, and sat on the roof to watch while the roof was being repaired.Fortunately, a nobleman came to Old Mike yesterday to forge an iron sword. Otherwise, after collecting taxes today, Old Mike must have a bad temper and even take it out on him.

At this time, he missed the legendary mother all the time. Maybe she was working in the castle like Thok's mother. She had a good job and would secretly bring back food for Thok and sing out-of-key songs. Put him to sleep.She wears lace skirts, which I heard are only available to maids and ladies in castles.

Putting the travel notes back, Alos ran up to his small attic, dug out the poetry collection hidden in the crack in the corner, lay down on the small bed covered with woolen blankets, and whispered: "Princess stands opposite, Odysseus couldn't help thinking, should he embrace the beautiful girl and beg in the name of his knees, or stand like this from afar and use gentle words..."

He yelled, and Sock was already yelling outside: "Alos, come down quickly! Go see someone is going to be hanged! It's in the square, hurry up!" Oh, our Lord Duke hangs so many people every day Just like ears of wheat in autumn, it is still unclear what crimes those people committed.

Nevertheless, Gialos quickly got out of bed, opened the window, climbed to the roof, and slid down the adjacent haystack to land safely.Although his mind is as much as the freckles on Sock's face now.Although Thok has freckles all over his face and curly hair like a messy chicken coop, even though his father is a dilapidated knight lord and his mother works in the castle, quite a few people are still willing to get close to him.

The square was already crowded with people. After inquiring for a long time, I realized that the person who was going to be hanged today was said to be a heretic who was disloyal to the Lord God. On the stands sat the pampered Duke's family and the archbishop from the capital.And they, a group of civilians, huddled together like a flock of sheep, driven together by the Duke's private soldiers holding up their spears, stretching their necks to see the heretic who was about to be hanged.

Looking at it horizontally and vertically, Alos only thinks that it is a kind old gentleman with a beard, wearing an old robe, and a pair of good leather boots under his feet. He does not look like a farmer or a poor person.Did the Duke take the wrong medicine today?What he hanged in the old days were mangy old bastards who wouldn't pay their taxes, according to him.Most of the hanged people were ragged, skinny, and sallow.

The executioner had put the noose around the old gentleman's neck, and was ready to hang him at any moment.Thinking of his big belly, the Duke pointed his fat fingers at the old gentleman's nose and growled: "You old liar, you heretic, you stubborn old rabbit! Old bastard, hang him!"

People around Gallows have started whispering: "Oh my god, what did he do?" Thok has whispered to Gallows: "My mother said that old madman cheated the Duke of a whole bag of gold coins, Lord God, That's a bag of gold coins!" No wonder the Duke was mad because a bag of gold coins can be exchanged for many things.When the people around heard that they had been cheated out of a bag of gold coins, they laughed in their hearts at the duke who deserved it, and shouted to hang the liar.

Oh, a miser like the duke will be cheated too?It was heart-warming and oh-so-sad.

But the old liar still seemed to be dying: "Wait, I really know where the dragon's lair is! I really know the king of elves!" Under the gallows was a clump of wild roses, blood-red.June is still a little dry and rainless, and the flowers are wilting, as if they are waiting for the infiltration of blood.

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