"Your Highness Merlin," the chief of Ashfurnace Village put down the whip in his hand and staggered to Merlin, Bill's kick just now made him hurt all over his body, but he didn't dare to show it, the red-haired goth who was missing an arm was a rare warrior, and it must be a big man in Adrianople.

"She's a thief, a thief in the wasteland," Lance said, pointing to the Xiaoice giant huddled on the hillside, "Every summer, these wanderers of the wasteland go around looking for food, and the apples of Ashfurnace Mountain are about to be plucked by them before they are ripe. This year, the rangers of Grey Furnace Mountain caught a young frost giant in the old woods to the north, but the fruit thieves were unwilling to work hard and broke a clay pot. ”

Merlin only then noticed that the poor frost giant's feet were wrapped in thumb-thin iron chains, "She's just a child!" Merlin sighed.

"All frost giants are evil, they are born enemies of the god of war," Lance's voice became sharp and high-pitched, "they all deserve to die, all thieves deserve to die, or our apples won't wait for the autumn season to ripen." ”

"Yes, thieves deserve to be judged, especially after breaking their master's crockpot. In the crowd, a young priest dressed in a black robe and wearing a high black turban stepped forward, "I will judge her in the name of my father." ”

"Kill her, kill her, kill this shameless thief!" someone in the crowd shouted indignantly.

"These stinky creatures have eaten all the apples from a big tree. Kill her!" another voice rang out.

"No, don't kill me!" the young frost giant was startled by the words in the crowd, and she began to cry.

"No, you can't kill her," Merlin couldn't help but say, now that there were only three people left, he would be able to complete the first story mission of the system, and if he just watched Lance kill the frost giant, where would he find another person.

"No, Your Highness, you can't stop them from killing a captive, it's still a captive who has been caught stealing. Bill whispered to Merlin beside him, "It is the warrior's right to deal with the captives, and the king should not interfere with this." ”

Merlin frowned and didn't know what to do, and it was at this moment that the priest spoke, "We should not bless our enemies with swords and axes. ”

"Yes, we can't let them see the blood!" Merlin suddenly rejoiced, "yes, this priest is right, it's just wonderful, I haven't asked your name yet." ”

"Your Highness, Yuke greets you, and my father bless you in everything. The priest continued, "We should not kill her with a sword, we should hang her so that we will not see the blood of evil. ”

Merlin couldn't help but show panic in his eyes, he suddenly felt that even if he was the lord of Ashfurnace Mountain, this matter that happened here was not under his control, Lance was right, this was a captive, even the lord had no right to decide whether she lived or died.

"Divine Judgment, why doesn't anyone think of Divine Judgment?" Bill shouted, "Why are you here to decide the life or death of a frost giant, if she is our enemy, then this matter will be left to the valiant knight, since this is Ashfurnace Mountain, not a battlefield, then the outcome of such a thing will be handed over to the gods to judge!"

"Yes, Divine Judgment," Merlin laughed suddenly, "I don't want to be confronted with a bloody corpse, whether it's a Goth or a Frost Giant, the day after I arrive at Ashfurnace Mountain. All in all, this is not a good sign. ”

"Yes, merciful lord!" Lance of Ashfurnace Village actually lacked the courage to challenge Merlin, because although Merlin was young, he was not easy to mess with the two heavily armed Goths around him, and the strong slaves behind him seemed to be good at farming, but they were not weak in fighting, and more importantly, Merlin was the lord of Ashfurnace Mountain, and he was the master of the entire Ashfurnace Mountain.

"Tomorrow looks like a good day, we have a divine judgment tomorrow!" Merlin said.

"As you wish, my Highness!" said Father Kerry.

"You must not make her suffer, for she will be a sacrifice to the gods. and do not wronged her, for she will be a servant of the angels. Merlin said to Lance.

"Yes, my lord, her wounds will be healed, and she will taste the delicious fruits, and until tomorrow the judgment comes, she will be as in the Garden of Eden. Lance lowered his head in fear.

Copying the scriptures not only earned Merlin the friendship of the Arian school, but also gave Merlin an understanding of what the so-called divine judgment was all about. As the successor of the cause of imperial communism, Mei Xiaolin was a staunch atheist and a staunch materialist. Scoop up the stone from the hot oil pan, if it is a guilty person will be burned, if it is unscathed, then she is innocent.

Merlin had always scoffed at the little tricks of these gods, but at this time he had to resort to such means. In any case, this frost giant must not die, and there are less than 200 people in the small ash furnace village, and God knows when he will be able to complete the plot tasks given by the system. Merlin just noticed that there are three women with big bellies, and it will be three months before they can have children at the earliest.

"Daddy Bill, what are those priests doing in Ashfurnace Village?" Merlin asked suddenly.

"They don't welcome us, do they?" said Bill with a wry smile.

Merlin nodded, he remembered the blue 15 value in the green box on Yuri's body very clearly, and Yuri's opinion was the lowest among all since the time crossing.

"Your Highness, those priests who can't hold swords and can't ride war horses have to be carefully served, and they are indispensable in Ash Furnace Mountain!" Old Bill shook his head unwillingly, "We Goths are first-class in battle, but we are really not good at governing the territory, these priests in robes are the shepherd dogs of the gods, harvesting the world's wealth for the gods." The taxes of the Ashfurnace Mountain Territory still depend on these guys to collect. ”

"Can't we collect our own taxes?" Merlin asked.

Bill shook his head, "If the Goth knights open the farmer's door, they will only be greeted with dung forks and sickles!"

Merlin suddenly felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.