Chapter 201: The City-State of Another World (Part II)

Fang Xin looked at it from afar, and in the middle of the city were large pyramids with unique shapes.

Closer to the cities were vast expanses of farmland, among which slaves toiled until they were exhausted, just to avoid the samurai's cruel whips.

Seeing the moat and the stone bridge from a distance, Fang Xin did not go directly over.

The experience he was digesting made him a little wary.

With the feeling of being comparable to a god, or rather a god, Fang Xin felt the weakness of the gods represented by the pyramids.

Most of them are sixth-order levels, and a few are seventh-order levels, and the power of these gods is difficult to compare with Houtu, or even the gods of light that they have seen before.

However, gods are gods after all, especially in their world, and the power they mobilize is extremely terrifying.

Fang Xin had no intention of clashing with them in the first place.

This society consisted of kings, nobles, samurai, freemen, and slaves.

The king was too far away for a small samurai, and the information on this was too vague to be ignored for the time being.

And the nobility and samurai, relatively clear.

The lives of the nobles and the samurai in Camiber were not very different, after all, the city-state was not too divided into too detailed hierarchies. The aristocracy also practiced martial arts, and the difference between the nobles and the samurai was that the nobles received cultural education and were not required to work.

The aristocracy lived in the eastern part of the city of Camiber, where they received large amounts of land from the king and paid taxes. The hierarchy between the nobles is only a simple distinction between large nobles and small nobles, and there has not yet been a detailed division such as princes and uncles.

The samurai was even simpler, basically just separating the king's samurai - wearing a crown.

Among the samurai, the young man who wore a feather as a sign of his status and merit would receive a feather, which was a symbol of the samurai's status, and the other feathers had to be won in battle—either in an annual competition or in battle.

As a slave city-state, slaves were the most numerous, accounting for eighty percent of the population, and were supervised by samurai to cultivate the vast lands of the plains, many of whom were foreign slaves - prisoners of war, arrears, plundered, and even merchants who violated the law and were degraded as slaves......

It was this that made Fang Xin hesitate a little, for in a city-state with few laws, the need for slaves made them often look up to outsiders.

At this moment, a caravan appeared from the side of the road in the distance, and Fang Xin smiled.

A transfer appeared in front of this small caravan.

The city-states were not safe from each other, and the caravan, though small, consisted of more than twenty men, leading cargo of livestock, most of whom were armed with swords, and one of them was a feathered samurai.

This trade route, Xiao Meng, the principal of this caravan, has been walking for ten years.

Seeing the outline of the city from afar, Xiao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, secretly calculated in his heart, and looked back at the warrior: "When you get to the city, you can trade." ”

At this moment, Fang Xin, who suddenly appeared, made them all startled, and before they had time to put down their things, they suddenly felt a blur, and the whole person was shaking, and at this moment, he vaguely heard the sound of drawing a sword.

Five minutes later, more than twenty people were unconscious, and one of the samurai was still holding a sword.

Hypnotized more than twenty people at once, Fang Xin's mana had already swept more than half, fortunately, the sun was shining, replenishing mana all the time, he waited for a minute before reaching out his hand and began to read the memories of Xiao Meng, the caravan leader.

Then, he read to the two subordinates, although there were more than 20 people, but there were memories of the two people, it was enough.

Later, it was the memory of that samurai, and as soon as he came into contact with it, his life memories continued to be lost, including the martial arts of the samurai of this world.

"So your name is Hamish, Eun, don't worry, now you have an extra leader." Fang Xin was stunned for a moment and said with a smile.

He began to hypnotize everyone, implanting a memory.

The other memories have not been modified, except that a samurai has been added to the memories of Hamish.

After the modification was completed, the mana was basically consumed, Fang Xin didn't say anything, took out a piece of clothing from Hamish's package, put it on, and as soon as his figure changed, he was almost like a local.

casually put two feathers on his head, Fang Xin couldn't help but smile.

A moment later, when I suddenly woke up, more than 20 people realized that they were walking, and in the distance, it was the gate of the city.

Chaumon shook his head, shaken off a sense of trance, and drove the convoy towards the door.

The samurai who defended the city looked and got to know the merchant.

Trade between the city-states was far less prosperous than in later generations, and in general, the caravans that came often were remembered.

Camiber City is very wary of strangers, but this kind of old caravan will also be much more tolerant, but the two feathered samurai attract the attention of the samurai defending the city.

The foreign samurai will be respected, and the samurai who defended the city stepped forward and began to inquire about the situation.

Hamish and Xiao Meng stepped forward and began to speak, while Fang Xin was behind, silent, even so, but those two feathers attracted the attention of many people - this represents bravery.

"Davier, the leader of a wandering samurai, though he only has one subordinate now." Recording this, the gatekeeper samurai took a deep look at Fang Xin, and began to collect a tax of 10 copper coins per person.

When they entered the city, they found that there was an open space, this was the quarantine area, which was full of all kinds of animal pens, and the caravans skillfully led their cattle into a pen - this was a special place to store their livestock, except for nobles and samurai with more than three feathers, they were not allowed to ride horses in the city.

This is a cattle pen that charges by the day, and it is also a way for the city to collect money.

"Lord Deville, Lord Hamish, please come in, we have an old shop to live in." The caravan went straight to a place, and sure enough, found a hotel there.

When he arrived at the hotel, Xiao Meng handed over two bags of money to the two of them, and he felt distressed in his heart, why did he hire two warriors? Although it has been a little insecure lately, it doesn't have to be this way!

Fang Xin took Hamish and went out for a walk, and found that here, although it was not too prosperous, it was finally the center of the trade route, and there were many merchants from all over the world, shouting, shouting, and arguing...... A variety of sounds are mixed together.

Not far away, there was an arena, now closed, but by the sense of it, it was full of blood and resentment, and objects that sang the praises of war and death were everywhere, sculptures, tapestries, paintings.

Hamish adheres to the tradition of samurai, and the other party is quite respectful, but after all, he is a wandering samurai, and he is quite familiar with them, and introduces them from time to time.

At that moment, there was a commotion in the distance.

"My lord, it's a blood sacrifice in the city."

It didn't take much time for Hamish to inquire back: "It's a small blood sacrifice, led by the priests, and if it's a big blood sacrifice, it's going to be led by the king himself." ”

"Oh, let's go check it out." Fang Xin said.

The two rushed over and gathered in the square in front of the pyramid, where the crowd gathered to watch the ceremony.

In the square, the samurai dressed in blue grabbed eight people, their faces painted white, and the eyes were painted with huge black rings, tied up, unable to move, but their eyes showed a frightened light.

Listening to the simple report, Fang Xin knew that these people were sacrifices, and most of them were felons, slaves, or prisoners of war captured from outside.

Since this was a sacrifice to the moon god, the priest of the moon opened the way, followed by the samurai, followed by the drummers, who beat the drums vigorously and sang a loud festival song, and at this time, most of the people in the square joined in the singing, and the atmosphere suddenly became stronger.

The Priest of the Moon, pulling the eight men, walked to the platform at the top of the tower, holding a scepter with the emblem of the Moon.

At this point, the drummers stopped beating and singing, and the crowd fell silent.

The priest began to pray to the moon god.

And below, thousands of people watching also prayed in unison.

After praying, the priest pressed the men one by one to the stone slab of the altar, and one of the priests took out his knife and skillfully stabbed the people, and the blood splattered, and the sacrifice came from the top of the pyramid with a sharp wail.

A minute later, the priest pulled out the beating heart, held it high, and offered it to the moon wheel of the moon god altar.

- This symbolizes the dedication of it to the moon.

And the blood of this man, being swarmed down, passed through the blood channel on the altar, and a mysterious power appeared, which greedily sucked the life force in the blood and devoured the soul.

The priest cut off his head and said to the crowd, "The living sacrifice has pleased God."

Suddenly, the crowd below cheered.

When Fang Xin saw it, his face couldn't help but sink like water.

"No wonder I am so weak, I feel that the whole world has a dark curtain of twilight, I can't imagine that the gods here have been weakened and degraded to such an extent - not only relying on faith, but also relying on blood sacrifices to maintain divine power, is this the sadness after the world enters twilight?"

The noise in his ears gradually disappeared, and Fang Xin lowered his head slightly, immersed in his own thoughts.

Gradually, there was a little more darkness in Fang Xin's eyes: "This is the sorrow of a lost civilization, the whole world is gradually sinking into the twilight, only the last afterglow is retained, and the gods are also affected, pure faith can no longer satisfy them, and they must rely on blood sacrifices to maintain their strength." ”

"Faith is very important to God, but what is the use of faith when the world falls?"

Staring at the fluctuations of the moon god and the situation of the priests, Fang Xin's gaze at this time already knew that the divine skills received by the priests had decreased a lot compared to the normal situation.

The declining gods, even if they were not asleep, greatly reduced their bestowals to the priests.

"The gods of this world have been polluted, so how much use is there for seizing such a godhead?" Fang Xin shook his head secretly, becoming more and more optimistic about the original plans of Roses, Xiao Hongqin, and Bekadil.