After the last incident of depravity caused by teasing the cat, the paladin Zepas fell into a state of depression, and in order to alleviate this depression, he decided to go on a trip as his friend advised. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, it was a civilized area to travel without worrying about goblins or other monsters, and soon, the holy warrior Zepas had reached the southern land, where the sun was so sunny that the girls had to be armed with hats, masks, and gloves to protect themselves from the sun. There are tranquil estates and quaint buildings. The inhabitants there often have a long family history. They were the spiritual aristocracy of the land, behaving politely and observing ancient morals (naturally, the vulgar northerners called them vanity). Of course, this is also a somewhat laid-back and lazy place, advocating a slower-paced life. People here spend their time at dances, picnics and other gatherings. But because of this, the holy warrior Zepas chose to come here to relax his nerves.

At the moment, he was a guest at the home of a local gentleman, Mr. Louis Agassi. The other party was extremely hospitable—according to his southern-friendly disposition, it would not have been possible not to keep Zefas for a month. Mr. Agassi lived in great wealth, he had a house and servants, and the arrival of Zephas, far from causing him trouble, would add pleasure to his monotonous life. Right now, they are sitting comfortably in their chairs enjoying afternoon tea.

"What's the matter, what are you hiding from him?" Agassi spoke. He could see that Zefas was dodging the black servant's outstretched hand to clean up the plates. "Yesterday you were talking about freedom, slavery is not in the spirit of goodness. Today, these blacks are avoided as poisonous snakes and toads. There was a hint of sarcasm in Agassi's tone, and Zefas replied, "I was right yesterday. Slavery is indeed not in the spirit of goodness. However, it is true that I don't feel good about seeing these black people in person. I did have some pity for them, but I saw the fat lips, the swarthy complexion, the strange noses, and their pale palms—I have to say, they hit me far more than the rotting zombies. I think it's probably because of their similarity to ours that makes me so uncomfortable with these traits. ”

"You don't pay attention to the crucial part, look at their heads. "Look at the shape, the skull is tilted forward! He said excitedly, "Yes! That's it, so that they are fundamentally different from us!"

"That's true...... Their head shape is similar to that of apes, and it is believed that they are somewhere between humans and apes. Still, I think it's against the good spirit to enslave them. ”

"It's just wishful thinking on the part of those who are out of reality!" said Mr. Agassi, waving his hand disdainfully, "I grew up with black people, and I know them well. The personality of this inferior and backward race is groveling, submissive, and imitative. Being our slave is a lucky thing for them. It can give them the best side of development. As for freedom? Don't think they have the same emotions as we do. Look at your appearance, and I am also a person of the same nation. We all know how our ancestors sought freedom. For the freedom of our ancestors to wage war against the most powerful thousand-year-old empire, annihilating their legions in droves. We all know how, in the final defeat, the women dressed in white begged the Imperial General for forgiveness from the Imperial Generals in the encirclement. When the cold-blooded general refused, how did they put the children under the wheels and crush them, hang themselves in batches or stab each other in the throats? How can they be compared with freedom-loving people like us!" said Mr. Agassi, impassionedly, with a loud voice and rich gestures, as if he were giving a speech on stage.

"It makes sense to say that, but as far as I know, in Santo Domingo there was a riot among the blacks......"

"That's right, the mob!" said Mr. Agassi, waving his hand decisively. "I know, I know how they took up arms and killed their masters who treated them leniently, even the children! One of my brothers, who escaped from that hell on earth, saw with his own eyes how the mob set fire to the house where the white children were hidden. The behavior of the blacks in Santo Domingo illustrates what will happen to them once they are out of the control of their masters! Not only there, but some of the places where the blacks were peacefully released are now regretting! The crime rate of blacks remains high. For blacks who are incapable of living civilized life on their own, it is most appropriate to use a carrot-and-stick policy. ”

Seeing what Zefas was about to say, Mr. Agassi waved his hand generously, "All right, the Church also supports slavery, and the learned clergy tell us that the slave trade is a pillar of a social system. There have always been poor people and masters in this world, and it has been like that in the past, and it will be like that in the future, and that is God's will. Theologians believe that slavery has no ills other than the unavoidable regrets of social and family life and other interrelationships. ”

Mr. Agassi's remarks completely dispelled Zefas's desire to continue arguing. The holy warrior is the sword and shield that defends the faith, and since it is a sword and a shield, then it is natural that he has a persistent hand. All the paladins understood who the hand of the sword was—that clerical caste. How dare the holy warriors disagree with what they said?

Although Zefas no longer wanted to discuss the issue, Mr. Agassi was still sensitive to the possibility of coming out, Zefas still had a certain opinion on slavery, and in this regard, he launched a final attack: "Well, you have been living in my house for so long, have you ever seen which slave I whipped? Of course, I admit, I have flogged slaves. But I was also whipped by my father when I was a child, and I flogged slaves for their own good, and I was educating them, just as I would educate my sons with a whip. In addition, you have seen with your own eyes what the slaves in my family eat, at least there is no shortage of meat. Nor are they unclothed. I suppose you have seen the life of those poor free men after many years of adventure outside, and my slaves are not living a superior life compared to them?"

While the gentlemen were enjoying their afternoon tea, the shack of a slave in a neighboring county was making a noise.

"Hmph, fake white man. A black slave looked indignantly at a few half-breed slaves dressed up.

"Ah, you're jealous! You're not on the same level as us. A half-breed boy triumphantly put a linen handkerchief in his jacket pocket. "You know, the uncle of the young master who played with me is a foreign nobleman!"

"Humph!" the black slave continued to snort.

"Sadness of bad complexion, you are so far from what is usually hailed as a superstructure that you don't believe I can stand with them. You just pick up the rags slowly. The mixed-race boy said sharply, "It's not too rare to socialize with the upper class, oh, no, it's not rare in our field of vision, for you, it's probably a probability with an alien invasion, right? Then he and a couple of light-skinned half-breed slaves rode off triumphantly for their kind of ball that mimicked white people.

The indignant black slave looked at their departing backs, snorted coldly, and went on to go about his business, helping a brother with courage......

The next day, Zefas went out on horseback in the morning. He was in the middle of the wilderness, breathing in the fresh air.

Suddenly, a man on horseback came straight at him.

As the other approached, Zefas recognized the man, who was the sheriff of the area. "Good morning!" "Good morning!" greeted each other. "Is there anything I need help with?" said Zephas, looking at the sweaty horse on the other side. "Well, a slave escaped, and along the way committed the crime of roadblock robbery and burglary -- he stole the home of a priest! I hope you will assist us in our work, and if we find him, then catch him, and the master of the slave will offer a reward of 400 dollars for his capture, whether he lives or dies. ”

"I swear if I catch him, I'll send him over. I don't need that bounty, though. I'm just doing my duty as a citizen to protect someone else's lawful property. Zefas replied.

Hearing Zefas's reply, the other party described the black man's physical characteristics to Zefas and left satisfied. So Zefas rode his horse and began to search, for an experienced paladin, there was no need for a hound to catch a fugitive slave.

Perhaps providential so, it wasn't long before Zefas found the fugitive slave. Zephas's eagle eyes easily identified the black man's features—he had only one ear.

Seeing Zefas galloping on his horse, the black man panicked and turned and fled. But even a sturdy black man can't outrun a horse. Zefas easily chased after him. Zefas, who came out to relax, was not armed, but he did not need to deal with this black man. With a clever touch of his whip, the black man fell to the ground.

Looking at Zefas as he got off his horse. The black man who got up realized that he couldn't escape if he didn't deal with Zephas. So he took the dagger from his bosom and rushed towards Zefas with a loud roar. Strong black muscles sparkle in the sun.

For an average person, perhaps the gleaming dagger in the hands of this muscular black man was a terrible threat. But for Zephas, who has been born and died many times from Drow's scimitar and the ogre's giant stick, it is undoubtedly a toy in the hands of a child. I saw that he easily dodged the blade that he had dodged, and grabbed the black man's arm, adding more strength to the black man's forward charge, and at the same time stretched his foot over. This kind of fighting technique is simple but effective, and the strength of the black man himself combined with Zefasga's strength makes the black man move forward at high speed, and he is tripped by Zefas's feet. Before the black man could turn over, Zefas pounced on him and held him down. In an instant, Zefas tied him firmly with a rope.

Looking at the captive in front of him, Zefas naturally began to interrogate, "Where are the stolen goods you robbed and stolen?"

The black man was dejected, but he struggled with his might, but the rope was bound by a tried and tested paladin, and naturally he could not break free. When he realized that his situation could not be changed, the black man replied, "It's in my little bag, which I dropped there during the fight." ”

Zefas found the packet and opened it to see that it contained only a few loaves of bread and three apples. "That's all there is to it?" he asked the black man suspiciously, using the phrase "probe lies."

"Yes, that's all. The black man replied. "Probing Lies" tells Zefas that the blacks are not lying. "My escape plan was discovered, and I escaped too hastily, leaving behind the food I had specially stockpiled. I was so hungry on the road that I had to snatch a few apples from a little girl's basket and steal some bread from a house. ”

"That's what the so-called roadblocks and burglaries are. The paladin thought. But he knew that, in the spirit of order, roadblock robbery and burglary were felonies, regardless of the amount of money gained.

"Why are you doing this? You have fled from your rightful master, you are violating the laws of your country. The paladin said.

"My country? I don't recognize it as my country! The rightful master? Who gave him the power to become my master? Look at my ears, am I born with only one ear? The missing ear was cut off alive by him!"

"I regret his atrocities, but can't you solve this problem by some other means?" That's why Zefas persuaded him like this. He made up his mind that when he returned the black slave, he must defend him a few more words, and Zefas even thought that if the master did not listen to the persuasion, he would simply buy the black slave.

"What other means? What are you kidding? Is there any other means? We have no right to accuse the white man! There is nothing that can protect our lives except the conscience of the slave owners! Look at my back, sir!"

When the paladin lifted his clothes and checked his back, the experienced paladin was also stunned, the scars were stacked on top of each other, and his entire back was red and swollen. Zefas could see that there were cat's tail whips and boiling water, and even Zefas could see the glint of the glass ballast in the ulcering wound. Then the black man asked Zefas to look at his fingers, where he was horribly tortured with bamboo sticks.

"He's a pure sadist!" said the black man. The Paladin took his word for it.

"Even so, I will send you back, I must fulfill my duty as a citizen, and I will uphold the law. Besides, I swore by that. But rest assured, I will do my best to protect you. ”

The black man grinned, what a miserable laugh it was! As he laughed, Zefas saw everything in his mouth. Seeing the astonishment on the paladin's face, the black man guessed what he was thinking, and explained, "Yes, that's what the sadist did, too! Crush my teeth with red-hot iron tongs! Ha, what do you say, 'do your best to protect'! You probably have the idea of buying me." Tell you, don't think about it! Unless you can bring King Solomon's treasure over! That sadist, he wants to make an example of a hundred people! He wants punishment! There were black slaves who fled before me, and those who were captured had only one fate, and that was death! There were different ways to die. Some were chained to stones and thrown into the pond. Some were stuffed into wooden barrels, and then large quantities of scissors and knives were inserted into the barrels, and then rolled down the hillside! others were poured into their eyes with burnt tin, and others were dragged to a bloody pulp by his wagon. Some people were simply fed to dogs by him, and gnawed alive into a skeleton! My fate was probably cut open from the waist by him. While the black man was telling these things, the "Detective Lies" told Zephas that the black man was not lying.

Seeing the Holy Warrior Zephas was shocked. The black man laughed miserably and said, "I know you are shocked, haha, you holy warriors have been fighting all day long against the so-called evil creatures, but you have not thought that human beings will commit any atrocities?

Then the black man said excitedly, "Isn't my blood red? Don't I have human feelings? Why do you treat us like this? When will dark-skinned people be able to walk freely in this country? Look at this." He asked Zefas to untie him, and the paladin immediately complied. The untied black man moved for a moment, then chanted a spell and cast a ray of ice. "Look at this! I'm not human? That's it, he cut off one of my ears because I was secretly studying magic!

The blacks didn't know that for Zephas, who was used to watching monsters cast spells, a mere level 0 magic didn't mean anything. But Zefas has already made a decision.

He handed his picnic basket to the black man and said, "My dark-skinned brother, go, go away from this country! But, in the face of goodness, that's nothing!"

Looking at the figure of the black man in the distance, Zefas felt a familiar feeling, and he knew that he had fallen again......

"Yes, I broke my oath. Yes, I also let go of the robbers and thieves. I also caused others to lose their legal property. But what are those in the face of life, I defend life......" Zefas said to himself. At this moment, although he is depraved again, he has a clear conscience.

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Long live the Communist Party! Long live the People's Liberation Army! Long live *Long live! We know who rescued people from the abyss of slavery! This year marks the 50 th anniversary of liberation from suffering.

In order to write this short story, I deliberately re-watched "Gone with the Wind" and also watched "Uncle Tom's Cabin". I would say that "Uncle Tom's Cabin" is very well written, especially as a depiction of those good slave owners. The accusations in "Gone with the Wind" are completely unjustified. I doubt how much Mitchell knows about all of that. But I still hate the prayers in Uncle Tom's Cabin. I want to make it clear that I use a lot of words and phrases from those two books.

In other words, when I was in junior high school, I could rely on my parents to go to a pretty good school, but in high school, I could only go to a very bad school. At that time, the foreign teachers assigned to our class in high school were black, and it seems that there were still students who envied the white foreign teachers in the key classes. In contact with him, I showed unnaturalness. I didn't discriminate against black people, but it just wasn't natural at the time. Probably because I don't like other people's touches. But it was also at that time that the black man's palm was noticed to be white. Well, anyway, the black man spoke Chinese fluently. With that, it's not easy.

I don't discriminate against blacks, but I hate the behavior of some Chinese people who are discriminated against by whites themselves, but want to discriminate against blacks. It reminds me of the puppet army. The discriminatory remarks against blacks in the article are necessary for the situation, not my intention.

The night before, when I walked outside, I found that it was already full of summer atmosphere. There are a lot of people playing on the basketball court, and it is very lively outside, full of people. The wind blew that night, and it was really pleasant. Spring hasn't been felt yet, but summer has already arrived?

I was thinking about it last night when I stumbled upon something that my series of novels had in common. Hehe.

"The Rampage of the Holy Warrior Zephas" has been conceived.