Several bonfires were lit in the unknown village covered by night. The population of Bailai, more than 30 households, all gathered in a clearing outside the village, squeezed into a circle with the heat provided by the fire.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't embarrass the people in the village. He just announced that if anyone was willing to come and talk, he would send some salt to them—the poor villagers didn't think much about it, and didn't even hesitate to come out soon.
No one knows who Zhou Qingfeng is, no one knows what he wants to do, but even a little salt is enough to make them take some risks. This helplessness and suffering are hung on the faces of the villagers, the same reason as they blindly follow the evil insects.
The guy who led the way during the day hasn't left yet. He is full of doglegs and is responsible for the salt, but he is very stingy. In the face of the villagers who pleased him, I felt that there were rascals who came to take advantage of them.
Every time they saw a spoonful of pure salty salt dug out of the cloth bag, the villagers would smile with joy, thankful for their gratitude, and held them in a pot or a bowl with one hand, and then sat down by the bonfire obediently, leaving Zhou Qingfeng Not far nor near.
Zhou Qingfeng is neither enthusiastic nor indifferent. As if he were born to dominate, he pointed at an older villager and asked: "What is the origin of the monster I killed?"
After being out for half a month, Banshee Castle also stayed for several days, and there was no place to make Zhou Qingfeng happy. ** is better than natural disasters, there is no doubt about this. Not only did the lords everywhere step up their exploits to prepare for the war, demons and monsters also appeared one after another.
When the demons invaded the Northland, the evil worm Kevors was one of them. Zhou Qingfeng was able to track down his sacrifices, and naturally wanted to learn more about the inner story behind it.
The villager who was spotted hesitated and said in a panic: "The monster killed by the master was originally from our village. She was originally an ordinary person, but she suddenly became weird not long ago. We can control insects and change weird snakes. We are. I'm 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's head in the bonfire, which was found from the house where the evil insects worshipped. I really didn't find anything else besides that. The baboon idol has been chopped into firewood and thrown into the fire.
Zhou Qingfeng thought about it, but didn't understand that the evil worm Kevors wanted to make a baboon-headed idol for Mao. The demon lord in the abyss is strange, but there is one that looks like a baboon. But it was a two-headed baboon.
"What does this woman usually do? Who does she contact with?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The villager who was questioned could only shake his head, and the other villagers were silent. Zhou Qingfeng said loudly: "Who knows? If you say it, I will reward him with a spoonful of salt."
Several people immediately shouted together: "That woman will sell medicinal materials."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, pointed to the person who spoke the fastest, and asked, "What medicinal materials are you selling? To whom?"
"The ghost mushrooms sold by women are found in places where there are many dead people. The wizard master of Banshee Fort will buy them, and many of us do this business. But how the woman turned into a monster, we don't know."
There was not much information in these words, but Zhou Qingfeng still waved his hand, "Reward him."
"Doggy's legs" reluctantly dug a spoon from the salt pocket. He seemed to take the salt in his hand as his own, and wiped off the bulging part, giving only a flat spoon. The villagers who have gotten the salt are already happily, and they continue to flatter and thank them.
"Who else knows?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The other villagers are eager to try, but they don't know what to say. Fortunately, a female villager weakly asked in the crowd: "Master, can I speak?"
The other villagers stared at it. The frightened female villager put her hands on her knees, sitting on the ground not daring to raise her head. Zhou Qingfeng smiled and said, "Of course you can. Come out, warm up in front of the bonfire, and speak slowly."
The female villager waved her hands again and again, but did not dare to come out. She hid in the crowd and whispered: "I met that monster and went to meet someone."
"who?"
"I don't know. But I know that the man lives in the village of the local knight master. He also rides a horse and wears weapons. He is about forty or fifty years old. He looks like you, a big man."
The village of the local knights can ride horses and carry weapons, and they are forty or fifty years old. This information is much clearer. There will not be many qualified people.
Zhou Qingfeng felt relieved and said to the dog legs behind him: "Give her two spoons of salt, two full spoons."
The villagers made an enviable uproar, and the female villager who received the salt directly knelt down to Zhou Qingfeng. Only "dog legs" mumbled a few words, and reluctantly gave two spoonfuls of salt.
After asking a few more words, there is no other information about the worm monster.
However, with a few spoonfuls of salt, the atmosphere was enhanced, and the villagers became very excited. Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Can you still live your life now? How many days do you have enough food at home?"
The scene was instantly deserted, and everyone bowed their heads and was speechless.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around, then randomly ordered another villager and asked, "Is there any grain in the house?"
"Return to the Lord, we have no grain."
"Not at all?"
"We are all hungry. One day is a day. We don’t even have the energy to cut the trees, so we can only pick up some mushrooms to fill our stomachs. Occasionally, we collect some medicinal materials and hurriedly send them to the local master’s house for a little food. a little.
We also know that the creepy monster is not a good thing. But it said it could help us get food, we..., we had to believe it. "
The villagers were full of sighs, very sad.
Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Whose territory are you here?"
"Knight Powell's territory. But the knight master doesn't care about us, because we are untouchables."
Powell..., which Powell
Zhou Qingfeng knew a guy named Powell, "Powell in his twenties, who believes in Tyre, the god of justice?"
The villager who spoke shook his head, "Master, you should be talking about Powell. He hasn't inherited his father's territory. I heard that he went to Coldwind City with the church members not long ago. We belong to the Powell family and belong to Banshee Castle. ."
Zhou Qingfeng is even more strange, "Don't the followers of Tier, the god of justice, take care of you?"
The villagers smiled bitterly again: "There are two factions in the Church of the God of Justice, among which the aristocratic faction does not recognize the untouchables as human beings. The Powell family is the aristocratic faction. In their eyes, our untouchables are inherently evil and will sooner or later become the demon's followers.
Little Powell is the most radical. He believes that the untouchables are the source of disaster, and he wants us to perform the heaviest hard labor, restrict our freedom of movement, and kill us at every turn, wishing to get rid of all untouchables in his territory. "
In the case of limited resources, the bottom layer must be regarded as incidental original sin. It's no wonder that Zhou Qingfeng rode into the village, and everyone in the village didn't have a good face. He tensed his face and asked, "Does Tyre care? It's the god of justice."
The villagers were speechless, only numb.
Cyric interrupted and said: "Boy, why did you come to this ruined village with nothing to do? What do you want Tyre to do? If that hypocritical cripple one-eyed monster can manage, his followers will lose at least half of them."
"Why can't I manage?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.
Cyric was very angry, "Do you think these poor ghosts who can't eat enough can feed the church and become a paladin? You are too naive. Only the nobles with extraordinary blood can support the faith. Since the rise of civilization for tens of thousands of years So, it has never changed."
"It has never changed, is that right?"