A few bonfires are lit in the nameless village shrouded in night. The population of more than 100 people, more than 30 families, all gathered in an open space outside the village, and squeezed together in a circle by the heat provided by the firelight.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't embarrass the people in the village, but just announced that if anyone was willing to come and talk, he would send some salty salt to whoever was willing to talk - the poor villagers didn't think too much, and didn't even hesitate at all, and came out quickly.

No one knew who Zhou Qingfeng was, no one knew what he wanted to do, but even a little salty salt was enough to put them at some risk. This helplessness and pain hung on the faces of the villagers, and it was the same reason as their blind obedience to the evil insect sacrifice.

The guy who led the way during the day hasn't left yet. He made enough of the appearance of a dog's legs, and he was responsible for salting with his eyebrows, but he was very stingy. In the face of the villagers who flattered him, he felt that there were scoundrels in front of him who came to take advantage.

Every time they saw a spoonful of white salty salt dug out of the cloth bag, the villagers would smile happily, and they would hold it with a basin or a pair of hands, and then sit obediently by the bonfire, not far from Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng was neither enthusiastic nor indifferent. As if he had been born to dominate, he casually pointed to an older villager and asked, "What is the origin of the monster I killed?" ”

After coming out for half a month, the Banshee Castle also stayed for several days, and there was no place to make Zhou Qingfeng happy. There is no doubt that man-made disasters are better than natural disasters. Not only did the lords of various places step up their exploitation in preparation for war, but evil demons and monsters also emerged one after another.

When demons invaded the Northlands, the evil insect Caworth was one of them. Zhou Qingfeng was able to trace his sacrifice, so he naturally wanted to know more about the inside story behind it.

The villagers who were pointed out were stunned and said in a panic: "The monster that the master killed was originally from our village. She was originally an ordinary, but not long ago, she suddenly became weird, she could control insects, and she also changed into strange snakes. We were all afraid of her. ”

"Did she tell you to do anything?"

"Just let's pray to a strange idol."

In the campfire was a wooden statue with a baboon's head, which had been found in the house where the evil insects were sacrificed. I really didn't find anything else. The baboon idol had been chopped into wood and thrown into the fire and burned.

Zhou Qingfeng thought about it, but he didn't understand that the evil insect Cayworth wanted to make a statue of a baboon's head for Mao. The demon lords in the abyss are all strange, but there is one that looks like a baboon. But it was a two-headed baboon.

"What does this woman usually do? Who do you come into contact with? Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The villagers who were questioned could only shake their heads, and the other villagers were silent. Zhou Qingfeng said loudly: "Who knows? Say it, and I'll reward him with another spoonful of salt. ”

Immediately, several people shouted in unison: "That woman will go and sell medicinal herbs." ”

Zhou Qingfeng sneered, pointed to the person who spoke the fastest, and asked, "What medicinal herbs are you selling?" Sell to whom? ”

"The grimace mushrooms that the woman sells are found in places where there are many dead people. The wizard master of the Banshee Castle will buy it, and many of us do this business. But how the hell that 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." ”

Reluctantly, the 'dogleg' scooped a spoonful out of the salt pocket. As if he had the salt in his hand as his own, he erased the bulging part and gave him only a level spoon. The villagers who got the salt were already happy and couldn't stop flattering and thanking.

"Who else knows?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The other villagers were eager to try, but they didn't know what to say. After a while, a female villager asked weakly in the crowd, "Master, can I speak?" ”

The other villagers glared at him. The frightened female villager sat on the ground with her hands on her knees, not daring to raise her head. Zhou Qingfeng smiled: "Of course you can." You come out, warm up in front of the campfire, and talk slowly. ”

The female villagers waved their hands again and again, not daring to come out. She hid in the crowd and whispered, "I've met that monster to meet someone." ”

"Who?"

"I don't know. But I knew that the man lived in the village of the local knight lord, and he was also on horseback and armed with weapons, and he was about forty or fifty years old, and he looked like you, sir, a big man. ”

The village of the local knights, who could ride horses and carry weapons, was forty or fifty years old, and this information was much clearer. There won't be many people who qualify.

Zhou Qingfeng was relieved, and said to the dog leg behind him: "Give her two spoonfuls of salt, full of two spoonfuls." ”

The villagers let out an envious uproar, and the female villager who received the salt knelt down directly for Zhou Qingfeng. Only the 'dogleg' muttered a couple of sentences, and reluctantly gave two full spoonfuls of salt.

After a few more questions, there was no other information about the insect monster.

However, after a few spoonfuls of salt, the atmosphere was brightened, 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, and randomly clicked a villager and asked, "Is there any food stored at home?" ”

"Back to my lord, we don't have any food in stock."

"Not at all?"

"We're all hungry, and it's a day at a time. We didn't even have the strength to cut wood, so we had to pick up some mushrooms in the field to fill our stomachs. Occasionally, some medicinal materials are collected, and they are quickly sent to the local master's house, which can be exchanged for a little food.

We also know that monster full of reptiles is not a good thing. But it said it could help us get food, and we ....., so we had to believe it. ”

The villagers were full of sighs and sorrows.

Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Whose territory are you here?" ”

"Powell's knight's domain. But the knight doesn't care about us, because we're pariahs. ”

Powell ......, which Powell?

Zhou Qingfeng knew a guy named Powell, "Powell in his twenties, who believes in the god of justice, Tyre?" ”

The villager who spoke shook his head, "Master, you should be talking about Powell Jr." He hadn't inherited his father's domain yet, and he had heard that he had gone to Coldwind with the Church not long ago. We belong to the Powell family, to the Banshee Castle. ”

Zhou Qingfeng was even more strange, "Aren't the followers of the God of Justice, Tyr, taking care of you?" ”

The villagers smiled bitterly again: "There are two factions in the Church of the Righteous God, among which the aristocratic faction does not recognize that untouchables are also human beings. The Powell family is an aristocratic faction. In their eyes, we untouchables are inherently evil and will sooner or later become servants of the demons.

Powell Jr. was the most radical. He believed that the untouchables were the source of the trouble, demanded that we endure the heaviest hard labor, restricted our freedom of movement, killed us at every turn, and hated to eradicate all the untouchables in his territory. ”

In the case of limited resources, the bottom layer must be considered to be attached to the original sin. No wonder Zhou Qingfeng rode into the village, and all the people in the village didn't have a good face. He tensed his face and asked, "Does Tyr care?" It's a god of justice. ”

The villagers were speechless, only numb.

Ciric interjected, "Boy, why are you running to this village with nothing to do?" What do you want Tyr to do? If that hypocritical crippled one-eyed monster could be managed, he would have lost at least half of his followers. ”

"Why can't you care?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask rhetorically.

"Do you think these poor ghosts who can't eat enough can feed the church and become holy warriors?" You are too naïve, only nobles of extraordinary blood can sustain the faith. This has been the case for tens of thousands of years since the rise of civilization, and it has not changed. ”

"It's never changed, right?"