Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (ten)
"Is this hard to understand?" S thinks that Qinghuan is a girl who cooks delicious food, has a nice voice, is good-looking and easy to get along with, but there is just one thing that is not good, she is obviously very smart sometimes, but sometimes Silly, like now. "Don't you think the high priest was given by God?"
"Then... how did it come about?" Qing Huan asked shamelessly. "I've read those books. There are a lot of records about the holy religion, but there is nothing about the high priest."
"Of course not." There was no emotion in S's voice, and Qing Huan followed him, inexplicably feeling that his mood was a little gloomy. This made her unable to bear the concern: "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." It seemed that he had no intention of telling her.
After getting along for so long, Qing Huan has basically been able to figure out S's character. This guy is extremely awkward. He often wants to say what he wants, and you can't hear him unless you force him or try to coax him. So she held his hand affectionately—their hands are very different, S's hand is slender and powerful, cold and frightening, every time Qing Huan touches it, it feels as if she is in an ice cellar. She had never been in close contact with S before, so she wondered if he was like a big ice cube.
"It doesn't mean anything, Mr. S just tell me, I won't leak it. I swear!"
No one knows because everyone who knows is dead. In fact, S really wanted to find someone to talk to, and Qing Huan just followed his wishes by pestering him. While telling her along the way, he did not forget to make another request: "Add more sugar to the goat's milk soup."
Guy with a sweet tooth.
"I listen to you."
So on this long street where various things were happening, Qing Huan knew how the high priest was chosen.
Every high priest has powerful magic, and they can predict the time of their own death. For this reason, they will choose an heir twenty years in advance and train him to become the next high priest.
But there is not one heir, but countless. Boys were chosen from all over the continent, between the ages of five and seven, with good aptitude—no other requirements. It would take several years just to find such a boy, so every high priest started searching when he first took office. Countless boys gifted in magic were sent to the holy religion, and then they were locked in the forest of the main hall, where there was nothing but beasts, and they had to rely on their own abilities to survive.
Needless to say, what cruel things happened during this period, only a few dozen people were able to come out alive. These dozens of children will be sent to different villages. In the words of the holy religion, the gods have been paying attention to children who have the potential of a high priest.
The child who was sent to the village became the object of the villagers' blessings, but in contrast, he had to not eat or drink. They were hung on top of the tall god statues, and the villagers knelt down in front of them, and then turned around. Will go back again.
In this way, they died one by one. If they wanted to escape, they would be burned alive by the villagers.
Until the last surviving boy was sent back to the Holy Cult and trained as the next High Priest ever since.
But this is far from the end. To become a high priest is to accept the responsibilities that belong to the high priest. The mortal body will be injured and aged, just like ordinary people, so he needs to abandon his "human" identity. The flames burned the body for seventy-seven forty-nine days. Because of the medicine taken in advance, the bones would remain. Then the skeleton was sent to the altar and offered with blood every day until the life of the high priest was exhausted and the magic of the high priest was absorbed. A new High Priest with Soul will appear.
This is how it is passed down from generation to generation.
What a cruel creature humans are. They wholeheartedly wanted the blessing of the gods, kept telling their beliefs, and questioned why God didn't care for them more, why they couldn't get more, but they could hurt others without hesitation. As far as humans are concerned, whether a child hung on a god statue will starve to death or survive, it has nothing to do with them. If the boy on the statue died, it would be regarded as an ominous symbol. Instead of collecting his body, people sprinkled salt on his body and burned it to expel the devil.
When the high priests are reborn, they have no memory. They will become the patron saints of the royal family just like their predecessors. They don't remember everything they suffered in the past, but when they found their heirs, they were able to mercilessly impose on the heirs what happened to them once again.
But S remembers everything.
Later, he thought about why many times, maybe it was because he was different from others, maybe it was because he had suffered more embarrassing things before being selected. For example, it was sold by an alcoholic father and a gambler mother to an old aristocrat who liked little boys for 100 Continental Dollars.
They took a hundred dollars and laughed and walked away. S looked at their backs.
Many people watched this scene. For them, selling their children for a little money is nothing more than a normal thing. If a person wants to live, he has to give up something, right? How can everything be smooth sailing. S's elder sister was sold by her parents to an old widower tailor when she was eleven years old, she had a child within a few months, and she died of pain on the bed during childbirth.
The old tailor took a piece of rag, wrapped his sister's body hastily, and threw it away. As for the little dead baby, he threw it into the cesspit without thinking. That lump of flesh and blood is one with the filth, and sooner or later it will be corroded.
Then the old tailor took out the ten yuan he had saved for a long time, and bought a younger girl from someone else's house to be his wife.
Such were the days of living in the ghetto. Boys are worthless, and girls are even less valuable. Things like rape, murder, and looting happen all the time. Countless underage girls die silently before the eyes of the gods.
No one will pity them, because they are of low birth, no one will notice them, because they are dead when they die, and no one cares.
S is an imposter.
The old nobleman had a five-year-old son who was very cute. Unfortunately, according to the divine divination, the young master was extremely talented, so even though he was a nobleman, he had to send his son.
Of course he couldn't bear it, the S that he bought and hadn't bought at this time was simply a pillow when he fell asleep.
S spent the most full and warmest period of time in his life. Long-term malnutrition made him look thin and sallow, and the old nobleman's feeding method made him white and fat in a very short period of time. When he put on the clothes made of silk and satin, he looked good-looking and said that he was an angel, and no one would disagree.
S will never forget the regretful eyes of the old nobleman.
Perhaps because of this, he will retain all the memories.
Whether it was the greedy parents, the tyrannical old aristocrats, the ignorant villagers, or the nonexistent gods, he remembered them clearly. The panic of being chased and hunted by wild beasts in the jungle, the fear of seeing boys of the same age die one by one, because of the past of eating dead human flesh due to extreme hunger—
Hanging on a statue of a god, exposed to the wind and sun, pecked by crows, and returned to the Holy Church, burned and stripped of bones, all these, S remembers.
What he wanted to protect was not the royal family, nor this continent. He wished that human beings would disappear in this world, so how could he bless and protect them.
The weak should not exist in the world, this is S's idea.
Since they are going to be bullied while alive, it is better to die. Black and white, dirty and clean, good and bad, all disappear together, and then a brand new world is rebuilt.
The strong decide the life and death of others, and the weak don't even have the right to choose death. His life used to be worth only a hundred dollars, and more people were bought out for a few dollars. After the new high priest was born, all the villagers in a certain village starved to death for some reason. They could not leave the village, communicate with the outside world, and people from outside could not come in. The food in the village was quickly exhausted, and the villagers began to live together. Eat people until the last living person has eaten all the flesh on his body.
A vision descended from the sky on a certain noble family, and the thunder split them alive and scorched them black, not even a dog was spared.
They created the "gods" with their own hands, and now the gods want to destroy them with their own hands.
S doesn't care about the rebel king, the royal family, or the holy religion. That's why he allowed that stupid elf to escape, allowed the lowly rebels to turn upside down in the Holy Church, and allowed the royal family to oppress the subjects and do their best - because none of this had anything to do with him!
"Don't you think I have planned the future of this world perfectly?" S asked Qing Huan with fanatical eyes. "You must also be proud of my ideas? At that time, you will accompany me and cook for me."
Qing Huan, who wants to destroy the world, has seen a lot, she smiled slightly: "Just be happy."
S is rarely excited, it seems that a bright future has appeared in front of his eyes, the world without human beings is the most beautiful, what law, morality, fairness and justice, why worry about these things? If humans disappear, these problems won't exist, will they
"You like it, right? Now, you like it, don't you?" Like a child desperate for adult approval. "You'll be with me, won't you?"
Qing Huan tiptoed and patted his head: "Of course."
S suddenly became happy, he was very happy that his idea was approved: "You are not Envy, Envy will only say some unpleasant words to stop me, I really still like you!"
He finally believed that Qing Huan was not Envy, and even though they had the same face, they were indeed not the same person. Qing Huan still doesn't know who Envy is. Seeing S's good mood, she feels that her question may be answered: "Who is Envy?"