A few days later, another rumor spread among the refugees, "Hey, have you heard? That day all the granaries of the nobles outside the city were on fire, do you remember that?"

"Why don't you remember? The fire burned the sky red, I've never seen it so big in my life. ”

"Yes, if all the grain reserves had not been burned, there would not have been such a great famine in the city. ”

"The reason why all the food was burned that day has been found, and guess what? ”

"Wouldn't it? Those nobles are full of food and burn their own food?"

"Hey, you don't understand, do you? Those damn nobles are going to starve us to death. ”

"Hey, why? We are starving, who will transport the goods for them, who will grow food for them?"

"Didn't you hear about the public interrogation of that Tucker's servant a while ago? These nobles just don't have bad intentions and want to sow discord between the Holy Cult and us. ”

Such rumors have been spread all over the world, and if they still don't believe it, those who pass the rumors will come up with a trump card: "Don't you still believe it, haven't you seen His Majesty the Pope in the past few days, sighing and sighing all day long, and frowning bitterly? ”

"Think about it, how powerful those nobles are, if they want to deal with us on weekdays, it's not like stepping on an ant to death, and it doesn't take much effort. If they are determined to deal with our Holy Sect, how can the Holy Sect resist it, his old man has been worrying about this matter all day long. ”

"Do you know who found out about it? It's the Holy Church, and they caught the arsonists of that day, and the arsonists were all servants of the nobles. ”

"Why didn't His Majesty the Pope announce it? You are stupid, Your Majesty is now worried about this matter, isn't it just to turn against those nobles if it is announced now?"

"Nonsense? If you don't believe it, ask the priest you know, this matter has been spread in the Holy Church. ”

These refugees have been living in the sanctuary for the past few days, and in addition to the rioters who attacked the church, many of them are familiar with many priests. When such rumors intensified, and within a few days they spread to hundreds of thousands of refugees, many of whom ran to confirm with these priests.

But the reaction of these priests is quite intriguing, or ambiguous. They don't answer "yes" or "no", but they always look like they want to say something, and they look like they want to say something but can't say it because of the ban.

It's just that their appearance, in the eyes of the refugees, is naturally a tacit statement. If it weren't for the facts, these priests would have denied it outright. After identifying the culprit, many people were silent, the experience of being wantonly oppressed by the nobles, and the history passed down by word of mouth, all told the refugees: the nobles are inherently superior, and the nobles are something that they untouchables can't afford to provoke, if they are slapped by the nobles, then they must quickly send the face on the other side, so that they may be able to live.

This is not cowardice, nor cowardice, but the experience of countless lessons of blood and tears, just as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, an unbreakable truth.

However, is it really possible to forget so easily and live in peace?

Because of hunger, I tossed and turned, and every time I closed my eyes, I was afraid of the fear of not being able to open them again. Despair when his wife and children starved to death before his eyes, and he was powerless. A loved one has passed away, and since then he has lived alone in the world with loneliness and pain. And the oath that I have silently recited countless times in my heart, gritting my teeth and swallowing blood, and will not give up until the moment of death: I will not take revenge, I will not be human!

These emotions are like a fire, devouring a person's flesh and blood, spirit and soul, burning, turning into a little spark, hidden in the deepest part of a person's heart.

They were pariahs, the lowest class of the kingdom, like weeds on the side of the road, trampled on and mocked mercilessly, but unable to resist, unable to even straighten their waists.

However, a spark can start a prairie fire!

There are already some people who don't want to go along with it anymore and endure it.

For example, refugees who have just become fanatics. At a recent association rally, a fanatic came forward and cried out: "Fellow citizens, brothers, I ask you: Who helped us in times of crisis?"

"Holy Religion, Holy Religion!", the tsunami-like shout of the mountains seemed to shake the whole heaven and earth.

"After we have committed all kinds of unforgivable sins because of greed and hatred, who is willing to accept and forgive us, regardless of our past suspicions?"

"Holy Religion, Holy Religion!"

"The grace of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring, not to mention such a great kindness, it is not too much to repay it in the third generation. And now, our benefactors, our faith, are being threatened, we are being desecrated, can we sit idly by?"

"No, we can't!"

"That's right, compatriots, brothers, we don't have sharp weapons, we don't have powerful weapons, but we have flesh and blood, we have this life, and more importantly, we have a pious and grateful heart. ”

"Now I'm going to Shenghui City, to get justice for the Holy Sect and those who died, I just want to ask: Who wants to go with me?"

"Go together!", the shouts and fists raised at the same time gave the most firm answer. The fanatic picked up a wooden thorn and made a cut in his arm, dipped it in blood and made a holy cross on his forehead!

"May God the Father bless us, and may every deceased compatriot ascend to St. Tangshan and enjoy eternal peace. ”

A group of men with holy crosses on their heads with blood on their heads, holding sticks, stones, etc., walked towards the outside of the holy area with firm steps. Such a group of people is undoubtedly quite eye-catching among the refugees, and many people know their purpose as soon as they inquire about it.

One passed ten, ten passed hundred, and on the side of the road they passed, many people stood aside and watched. At first, these people were all under the idea of watching the excitement, and there was a sound of laughter and laughter in the crowd, but slowly, such sounds became less and less, and the faces of the refugees became more and more solemn.

The men were stared at with strange and somewhat looking eyes, and the refugees knew that these fanatical believers were doomed to be gone forever.

What can they accomplish with just a few people?

It's like a pebble thrown into the sea, and it can't even lift a wave.