When the Silent Giant arrived in Nunn, the sun was setting and the sky was overshadowed.

At the end of the line of sight, a round of red sun was slowly falling, dyeing the clouds and calm water surface in the sky with a layer of bright golden red, like a raging divine fire, burning all the way from the heavenly kingdom to the world, brilliant and domineering.

The real deal.

Autumn water is a long day.

It coincides with the change of seasons, the cool breeze gradually rises, the weather is no longer as hot as before, and the river is already windy, and several people standing on the bow of the boat are blown by the cool autumn wind, so comfortable that they can't do it, and then look at the spectacular and magnificent scenery in front of them, and their hearts are comfortable and open-minded.

Perhaps it was this comfortable and familiar feeling that made Elizabeth relax a lot, and rarely took the initiative to say a lot about her own life and origin.

It turns out that she is so reticent not only because she is physically tortured, but also because she has been growing up since she was a child.

She was born in the Fleistadt region of Nunn, but her parents left her with the somewhat aristocratic name "Elisabeth von Draken".

Twelve years ago, the legendary goblin warlord Gollum led an army into Nune from the east, and the bigwigs, who were usually dismissive of the slums, fled from the bridge to the south in order to flee for their lives, bringing the war to the Fleistadt region.

Poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people.

The harsh living conditions and pervasive discrimination have forged the uncompromising character of the Flestadts, who fight the bloodthirsty and aggressive Greenskins in order to survive and defend their loved ones.

The end result was self-evident, the unorganized and undisciplined ordinary people could not compete with the most elite greenskins, and soon the Fleistats had to give up their resistance, and after this short but bloody battle, Elizabeth's parents disappeared, and nine times out of ten she died on the streets, and she was orphaned as an infant.

It stands to reason that in the most turbulent of times, in the worst of the slums, she should soon be turned into food for wild dogs or starve to death in some no-go corner, but it was destined that a Moorish priest found and adopted her.

Speaking of which, Brienne and Fitandila glanced at each other, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

The priest of Moore, the "god of the dead"? What a coincidence.

They thought the same thing, Elizabeth, a special physique that might not be able to produce one in hundreds of years, happened to be saved by the Moorish believers who believed in death? Isn't there something strange in this?

But on second thought, it's not impossible, places like the slums are basically not connected to noble and exquisite temples, and few priests of any sect would want their gods to spread their faith surrounded by sewage and stench.

Moore is the only exception, because the gloomy cemetery itself is one of his domains, and often these "Moore's back gardens" are built in the lowest places in the city.

Nunn is a bit special, there are two large cemeteries, one south and one north, the north side is dedicated to the use of the noble class, there are special temples and high priest services, even if ordinary people have a little money, they are not qualified to be buried in it when they die.

The Fleistadt district in the south is for ordinary people, with only a few dilapidated houses and a few dozen shabby junior priests next to the cemetery, but it has to serve hundreds of thousands of people.

Of course, after most of them died, they had no money to be placed in the cemetery, so they could only find a place to bury them, and their workload was not large.

Until the war came.

The corpses were strewn all over the city, and no one buried them.

Elizabeth's luck was good, as soon as the Greenskins had left, a group of wanderers from Lucini, the city-state of Tyrell in the south, came to Nune to help bury the dead, and in the process of searching for the bodies, they found more than a dozen orphans, including her, and rescued them all and placed them next to the cemetery.

"A rover from Lucini? It must have been the Shrouded Order. ”

Brienne thought about it for a moment, and guessed where these people came from.

Like several of the most famous gods, the Moorish cultists are divided into many different sects, such as the Raven Catcher of Avali, who believes in him as the god of death, and the Apocalypse of the North, who worships him as the "god of dreams and prophecies".

Fortunately, the relationship between the different sects is not as tense as the other gods, and the main reason for this is the existence of the Shroud Order.

The headquarters of the most Moorish denomination is located in the Moorish shrine of Lucini, but its followers are all over the world.

They roamed the world, calling themselves wanderers, and wherever they went, they would borrow the Moorish sect where they lived, to perform resting rituals for those around them who had no money or no one to bury after the war, believing that this was the best way to spread the Gospel of the Grim Reaper.

This Madonna-like approach has earned the Shroud Orders a very good reputation and attracted a large number of followers, who occasionally settle conflicts between different denominations and act as arbiters along the way.

The key is that everyone still listens to them, so the friction between Moorish believers is far less intense than that of the "Goddess of Justice" or the "Goddess of War".

"So these kind Moore priests took you in?"

Fitandila asked preemptively.

Elizabeth nodded, she should not have said so many words in a long time, her tone was a little panting, although her voice was not loud, but her words were clear.

"Then the wanderers left, and I grew up with the other orphans next to the cemetery."

The wanderers of the Order of the Shroud could not have stayed in one place for a long time and would soon leave, Elizabeth and the other orphans lived in a dilapidated house next to the cemetery, in difficult conditions, but fortunately they had grown up.

"And then? How did you end up on the black market? ”

Fitandila was in a hurry and asked directly.

"Wandering?"

The little girl had a puzzled expression on her face, she didn't understand the word, so she could only continue:

"Later...... Priest Spike of the Order...... Sold me to someone else. ”

"Sell? What do you mean? ”

The female knight immediately expressed puzzlement, but she vaguely guessed that it must be something bad.

"Well, about four years ago, I started to feel uncomfortable, and then someone approached Pastor Spike and offered to buy me for gold, and he didn't want to, and then he sold me because he couldn't help it."

Elizabeth's voice was as soft as ever, but it was uncomfortable to others.

"The pastor told me that he had no choice, and that the money from selling me could feed a dozen other people, and I understood what he meant, and I also wanted everyone to have food and clothes to wear."

It was as if she was talking about other people's affairs, not the tragedy that had happened to her.

Silent.

Listening to her speak of her own experience in calm and emotionless words, the two mercenaries could come up with the picture.

None of the three spoke again, until the sailboat approached the dock, and Brienne asked slowly:

"Elizabeth, do you want to go back and see? I can accompany you. ”

The bald girl's eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed again, and she shook her head and said:

"No, they shouldn't recognize me anymore."

In just a few words, you can hear loneliness and determination.

Brienne stopped the female knight's attempts to persuade and nodded in respect of her thoughts.

It's easy to understand that some wounds, once they appear, may never heal.

If you have to compare, to put it mildly, it is almost the same as the latter and "Fetenburg", which is not an order of magnitude at all. ()

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