"Okay, I just got a little thirsty."

Carlo smiled and nodded at the farmer, but his gaze fell on his neck covered in mud and sweat.

With a look of joy on his face, the middle-aged man hurriedly ran back, and together with several other men with farm tools on his back, he gathered his head together, and then happily led Carlo towards the village in front of him.

Along the way, all the villagers who worked along the way, when they saw the man bring back a nobleman with a luxurious dress and extraordinary temperament, they all dropped the farm tools in their hands, and they didn't even do any work, and happily greeted them, and every face was filled with enthusiasm and sincere smiles.

It's just that it seems a little too enthusiastic.

Carlo pretended to be unaware, and his face was always faintly arrogant and reserved, making him look like a nobleman.

Soon, Carlo was welcomed into the village by a large crowd of villagers, and the whole village was in a stir, and all the men, women, old people, and even children, gathered around him, looking at him with blazing eyes and bright smiles.

Carlo noticed that the villagers looked at him every inch from beginning to end, and their eyes were not like welcoming guests, but like they were looking at a pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

His interest was immediately aroused, and he was curious about what these people wanted to do to him, and what the world had become of now.

Carlo was invited into a humble cabin and sat down at a wooden table.

"Distinguished noble guest, this is freshly squeezed goat's milk.."

The dark-skinned man carefully served a bowl of pure white goat's milk in a wooden bowl, put it in front of Carlo, and said with a smile: "You drink first, and then you can have a good rest, the women have gone to prepare dinner for you."

Carlo smiled and nodded.

The man cautiously stepped out again.

Carlo casually glanced at the wooden bowl in his hand, and without tasting it, he knew that there was something in the goat's milk.

A few sneaky heads flashed by the leaky window, and a faint voice came in.

First, the voices of two men.

"Bauer, are you sure there's no problem?"

"Of course, I added the juice of the jacaranda flowers, enough for him to sleep until tomorrow morning. ”

"Hey, that's good, that's good.. Looks like it's a white pig."

"Or an expensive white pig, and behold the garment he wears, smoother than the fur of a lamb. ”

"I've already had someone inform the city guards, and this time, we might be rewarded with a large sum."

"Then I don't have to do this goddamn farm work!haha."

"What if I get it wrong?"

"That's fine, this guy's stuff is worth a lot of money."

The two men let out a smug and sinister chuckle, and the voice of a child rang out.

"Daddy, I want to eat meat.."

The man comforted: "Little Jem, when the white pig inside is sold for a good price, I will kill the little lamb in the pen and give you meat."

"Dad, what if you can't sell it for a good price?"

The man's voice became cruel and violent, and he said viciously: "That's just right, slaughtering this kid with fine skin and tender meat is enough for our whole village to eat a beautiful meal."

...

Carlo frowned when he heard this, did he break into some cannibal village? But looking at the wheat fields outside and the town in the distance, it didn't look like it was uncivilized.

Carlo groaned for a moment, got up and strode out the door.

A figure burst in in a panic and stood in front of him, it was the dark-skinned middle-aged man from before.

The man glanced at the little untouched goat's milk behind Carlo's back, his face was ugly, but he still squeezed out a smile and said, "Honored guest, don't you taste this fresh goat's milk?"

Carlo glanced at him lightly, "Don't drink it, it's too fishy.."

The man's face instantly became gloomy, the simplicity and simplicity in his eyes disappeared, and he took out a dagger behind him and pounced on Carlo.

Carlo didn't move, just casually stretched out his right hand, and the man suddenly seemed to be pushed behind him, his body rushed forward, and he stumbled, and his head happened to fall into Carlo's palm.

Pale blue flames erupted, and the back of Carlo's white hand was like a poisonous snake.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, his face was distorted, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, and a short scream came out of his mouth, and the whole person was lifeless.

Carlo read the man's memories in a few breaths, mortal souls are too fragile, he only reads a little bit of information: "Lore Empire", "Dark Parish", "Light Parish", "Queen"...

At this time, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside the door, and a large group of people with hoes, axes, and clubs... The fierce-looking and brutal-looking villagers had already blocked the doorway with menacing eyes, staring at Carlo with unkind eyes.

"Bauer!"

The villagers saw the man lying on the ground at a glance, and suddenly Carlo's eyes were even more cruel.

Carlo just glanced at them, and his gaze fell on a small, yellow-cheeked boy at the back of the crowd, looking at some malnutrition.

Carlo beckoned to him, and the boy walked up obediently with a confused look in his eyes.

"Daddy.."

The boy shouted, facing the corpse on the ground.

Carlo touched the boy's little head and smiled, "Are you little Jem?"

The boy nodded.

There was a doting look in Carlo's eyes: "Do you want to eat meat?"

"Yes!"

The boy nodded vigorously, saliva unconsciously flowing from his mouth.

"That's good. Carlo nodded with a smile, pointed to the violent villagers outside the door and said softly to the boy, "Then today, I will let you eat enough at one time."

...

Black horses' hooves trampled over the wheat fields, trampling the fruits of the farmers' hard work into the dirt.

Cavalrymen in gray armor and black feathers stopped in front of the village, and everyone was silent.

A barefoot man who was out of breath and had a pale face caught up easily, and before he could catch his breath, when he saw the scene in front of him, his face changed drastically, and he could no longer hold back the churning in his stomach, squatted down and vomited heavily.

One of the knights took off his helmet, revealing pale cheeks, and the smell of blood in the air was too strong for anyone like him who had participated in the Holy War.

He paced two more paces on his horse, closer to the little village.

In front of me, there were scattered human limbs, stumps, internal organs, and white bones with minced flesh and blood, and the blood pooled into a stream, gurgling out of the village, seeping into the mud under his feet, and flowing into the wheat field at the entrance of the village, dyeing the small half of the wheat red.

Hell, have the people of this village been attacked by hungry wolves? How long has it been?

The knight couldn't help but frown.

Suddenly.

"Smack.."

"Smack.."

There was a sound of footsteps, not heavy, like a child's voice.

The knight looked forward, and where the corpses were piled up at the entrance of the village, a short, round figure staggered out.

It was a child, but he couldn't see his face clearly, he was soaked in blood all over his body, hanging with minced meat, intestines and other things, his body was thin, but his stomach was surprisingly large, and it had been broken, and some bloody things kept sliding out of it.

It's strange that he didn't die.

The child looked blank, raised his hands, picked up some pieces of meat from the ground and stuffed them into his mouth as he walked, and muttered in a low voice: "Hungry, I'm so hungry..." Meat, I'm going to eat meat.."

Seeing this bloody, cruel, infiltrating, and strange scene in front of him, the knight felt a chill rise from his tail vertebrae and spread all over his body, and he couldn't help but shiver slightly.

He thought to himself with some horror: What the hell is going on here?