The headless corpse rolled into the dust, looking desolate, but none of the people present had sympathy for him. Especially the refugees, who hated it, not only spat on the corpses and heads, but also smashed them with stones to vent their anger, but in just a few moments, the corpses were smashed into a mess of mud by the stones, and they could no longer see a human appearance.

The Lisbon priest watched all this coldly, and when the refugees were almost out of their mouths, he said in a loud voice: "The Holy Church will never wronged a good person, nor will it let a bad person go. For example, this person was promoted to the commander of the Guardian Army with his military merits, and it can be said that he has made great contributions to the development of the Holy Religion, and he also has a considerable status in the Holy Religion. But even so, he committed the great crime of mutilating civilians as a traitor, and the Holy Religion sentenced him to death according to the precepts, and will not be tolerated!"

His words were so subdued and emotional that many of the refugees showed a look of emotion on their faces, and many knelt on the ground and began to repent of their sins. In their eyes, this general can command an army of thousands of people, and his status must be very high, just like the nobles in Shenghui City, and the difference between him and them is like a cloud of mud.

But in order to punish his sins, the Holy Sect directly executed him, which greatly touched these refugees and made them feel a kind of respect from the bottom of their hearts: it turns out that their own lives, the lives of our civilians, are not worthless, and under the protection of the Holy Religion, our lives are no different from those nobles, and they are equally precious.

But what have we done before! Attacking churches, destroying statues, and even being rude to priests and nuns who have treated us well, are we still human?

Some of the refugees walked all the way to the feet of Lisbon, weeping and beating themselves, begging the Patriarch to forgive them for their sins. The Patriarch of Lisbon hurriedly pulled them up one by one, "You are all the people of the Father, what is the fault of the father who cannot forgive his children? ”

The Patriarch of Lisbon walked out into the crowd and read aloud the holy scriptures to bless the refugees, not caring about the dirt on the refugees or the differences in status, but touching and embracing them as much as he could.

"God loves the world!", he said, and the bright sunlight shone on him, enveloping him as if he were a saint.

Seeing that most of the refugees were in a calm mood and the scene was under control, the Bishop of Lisbon commanded the army and led the refugees to the back of the Cathedral of the Holy Radiance. Although the cathedral occupies a large area, it has a large number of statues of gods inside, and it is a place for the majority of believers to pray and confess, how can it be used to store supplies. ”

"In fact, the Holy Cult has a total of three large warehouses, which are located diagonally behind the Sanctuary in the shape of a pin. These three warehouses are located in remote locations and have never been opened to the public, so the vast majority of people do not know about them, and it is ridiculous that they finally became the Cathedral of Shenghui. ”

After a long walk, the Patriarch of Lisbon led the refugees to stop outside a very large building, "Here we are, this is the first warehouse of the Holy Church. ”

Looking at this unremarkable building, the refugees began to discuss: "It turns out that this is a warehouse, and I used to pass by here when I was fine, but I really didn't expect it." ”

"Yes, in the past, the doors of this place were closed and never opened, and I was still very curious, what was inside, it turned out to be the warehouse of the Holy Sect. ”

"It's called darkness under the lights, I didn't expect the warehouse to be in such a conspicuous place. ”

The Bishop of Lisbon pulled a key from his clothes, inserted it into an inconspicuous hole in the door, and spun around twice. I could only hear a series of "crunching" sounds as if the mechanism was turning. After about ten breaths, the noise stopped, and the Bishop of Lisbon motioned for the accompanying soldiers to push the gate open.

This gate looks extremely inconspicuous on the outside, but it is surprisingly heavy, and it takes four hardcover soldiers and two by two to push it open. As soon as the door was opened, a rich smell of wheat came out, drifting far away with the wind. Hundreds of thousands of people let out a "grunting" sound like thunder, they had been hungry for too long, and it was not surprising that they had such a reaction.

The eyes of the people in the first two rows widened even more, hoping to see the barns full of grain so that their lives would be killed, but soon hope turned to disappointment, accompanied by the sound of "oops" and sighs.

There is still a thin layer of grain left in the warehouse, and the aroma of the previous layer of grain is emitted by this layer of grain. The types of grain are very scattered, the naked eye can distinguish rice, wheat, sorghum, corn, etc., the quality is also very bad, the color is dull, the particles are finely broken, there is a musty smell under the smell, it is the old grain that has accumulated for many years, of course, the refugees do not care whether the grain is new or old, whether the taste is delicious, they are disappointed that the grain in this warehouse is too little, the hundreds of thousands of refugees present, it is estimated that no one will take a bite and it will be gone, what can it be used for?

The Bishop of Lisbon said with a wry smile: "I won't hide it from everyone, the other two warehouses are in a similar situation to this one." A warehouse stores some daily materials, such as charcoal for winter, etc., which have been distributed to everyone before, and there is not much stock. In the other warehouse, there are mainly some military supplies, such as furs, pig iron, etc., in case of emergency, but unfortunately it can't help everyone. ”

After hearing the confirmation of the Patriarch of Lisbon, many of the refugees could no longer bear it and cried, they now completely believed, and the Holy Church had no food to spare. There was a vague hope that supported them, like a beautiful bubble, but now the bubble was burst, and many of them collapsed to the ground at once, unable to get up again.

Others had a complete breakdown, shouting, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." The voice was as poignant as a night owl, which made people feel cold.

"Don't be discouraged!", but the Patriarch of Lisbon said loudly at this time, when almost everyone was discouraged and silently waiting for death: "Please don't give up hope of life, the Holy Church is trying every means to send food here from the outside world." If you grit your teeth and endure it for two more days, there may be a turnaround. ”