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Late at night on August 1.

This period of time was quite a difficult time for the Intis garrison in the Southern Continent.

Ever since the news came from their home country in the northern continent last month that the Great Eternal Sun had died, and that the true creator of the well-known evil god had become the new sun god, everyone was in a state of mourning. The garrison has a service period of about ten years, and after leaving their homeland and coming to this savage, bloody and dangerous land, faith becomes the only spiritual pillar of the garrison, and they will become more religious than before.

Especially at this disturbing time, when they sought solace in their faith, they were told that the elder deacon, the most pious and benign priest in the church, had shut himself up in the confessional chamber and followed the eternal sun in the middle of the night.

The death of the elderly aco-priest who had a certain prestige in the colony had exacerbated the panic of the colony's followers and the local garrison by treating the colony's inferiors as equals, giving generous patronage to local education and philanthropic causes, and helping everyone as if they were fellow believers in the eternal sun.

During the month, the garrison waited tremblingly for orders from their home country and the new church, but Intis himself seemed to have forgotten about the group, or was thinking about what to do. They then became numb from the day-to-day waiting, but they were confident that their precious colonies would never be abandoned, so they relieved themselves and went back to their old lives of leisure.

Anyway, based on the morality of professional soldiers, they cannot surrender.

The best possibility is to withdraw to the home country and replace them with a new group of people. Because the lunatics of the colony will not accept their surrender, and the titles they have obtained by relying on the colonies, and the families who live happily ever after their titles, will fall into the abyss overnight because of their surrender.

In the past, because of the backing of the powerful Intis, the garrison could do whatever they wanted in the colony, take away the women they liked, take away the things they liked, and eat without paying, even if it was just the most ordinary junior sergeant, he could carry a weapon in the market, no one was allowed to look up at him, and beating people to death in the street was just some pretentious confinement and compensation. Meek people tend to be submissive in order to save their lives, except for the madmen.

But now Intis's attitude may have changed, if the Highland rebels really take the opportunity to fight, and they and others are unable to fight back, then they can only die, and before they die, pray that their relatives in their own country can successfully get their dead soldiers' pensions.

Positions have changed, and the country has maintained an ambiguous silence.

"What the hell are those sub-cultists thinking?"

Wilson pushed open the door and walked in, seeing the ham on his colleague's table, he looked away uncomfortably, and rolled his Adam's apple: "You went to let the canteen open fire again, our current supplies are limited, we have to keep it, just in case!" ”

Flamie laughed and pointed to the white bread and vegetable soup on the table: "You want to eat some too?" ”

They conversed in Indisian, and in the corner of the corner the Highland half-blood maid knelt with her eyebrows bowed, unresponsive to the conversation of her masters—she didn't understand much Intis, hadn't even been to school for a few days, and had only the virtue of obedience and meekness except her appearance.

In many Intis homes, servants were also not allowed to speak the native language.

Wilson shook his head, he reached out and patted the table, his eyes swept over the white bread and vegetable soup, and over the maid in the corner who had placed him there like an object, and frowned:

"You still keep the Highlanders with you."

"These brown-skinned miscellaneous minds are alive! I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup their cult has poured into them, but their courage is getting bigger and bigger, and today they just caught a slave from the army who wanted to escape. ”

Wilson did not like to get along with the Highlanders, and when he was a junior officer, he had more than once encountered the guerrillas of the Highlanders, who killed not only the enemy, but also his own, but fortunately he met stragglers who were not as well equipped as his own, and did not actually meet the cultists who were said to have terrifying powers. It is said that some people can suck the lives and souls of living people, some officers will be covered by their own quilts in their sleep, and some people will be pierced in the head by a sudden stone when they slip on the road, or they will fall down and be hanged on a cliff by vines.

Recently, they have been a little restless and have become more planned, and they heard that a former cult leader has returned.

"The slave law has been abolished, and you should call them freemen, mercenaries, who are not paid much money, but they are indeed free." Flami smiled and took a bite of the bread that had soaked up the thick soup, and he did not have the same worries as his companions, for he thought that most of the people of the colonies were stupid, savage, and silent inferior creatures, and that there were a few intelligent people who could make the lives of their masters more pleasant.

He commented so casually, and the highland half-race woman in the corner still kept her head bowed motionlessly, like a delicate ornament.

"The rebels have always been indistinguishable from each other, as long as they take refuge in us, they will be killed, and our mercenaries have nowhere to escape, so of course we can only fight them to the death."

Flamie commented nonchalantly, which was also a common perception. The highlanders in the colonies are usually docile and silent, but they are always crazy when cornered, suitable for combat, suitable for death squads or cannon fodder, and suitable for war consumables.

The master was accustomed to ignoring his humble servants, and Wilson had always been wary of such a dark-skinned people. As if sensing the gaze of others, the half-race woman kneeling on the ground raised her head and met Wilson's gaze.

She didn't dare to slack off, and immediately dragged her stiff and numb legs to her feet, and bowed her head meekly to Wilson:

"Are you looking at me? What can I do for you, sir? ”

The other party's attitude made Wilson's face look a little better, and the humble appearance of countless submissive people in this land always fascinated them. He sent the maid at random and asked her to pour himself a cup of tea. Immediately after, Wilson's gaze swept over where the maid had just stood, and he suddenly frowned:

"Where's that antique you treasured?"

Flammy stiffened as he ate the bread, and smiled unchangeably, "I took it back to the warehouse." ”

"Haven't you always loved showing it off? Why is it suddenly put away? Wilson was not convinced, he looked around his colleague's residence and found an even greater suspicion, "Why is she the only maid?" Haven't you always flaunted your maid count? The last time I visited, there were at least four servants standing in the living room! ”

Flamie laughed dryly: "I've not been in a good financial situation lately, so I've sent them all back......"

"Are you preparing to escape?" Wilson suddenly said, "I remember that from time to time there would be some pirate ships coming to dock in the private harbor!" ”

"What pirate ship?" A voice asked.

Flammy's expression suddenly became dull, and an overlapping figure appeared in his eyes, but Wilson, who was standing directly across from him, did not notice the anomaly, and only listened to his colleague say in a somewhat rigid and stiff voice:

“…… In the private harbor of the Rose School, there have always been pirate ships and sea smuggling ships paying to dock for supplies, and they are willing to garrison officers in the Rorsted Islands for three hundred Filkins per person......"

After saying these words, Flami said in a very strange tone: "Barranca, who is running the private port?" ”

"It's a grudge."

A loud, eerie voice floated in from the window, and the wind stirred the gauze curtains, and the soft gauze swept softly on Wilson's arm, and he broke his neck and dragged him to the window without making a sound.

Flamie snapped his fingers.

Pop, like a magic trick happening suddenly, and like some kind of surreal photographic work, the bodies of the two people in the room suddenly swelled out, slipped out of their clothes, and turned into square pieces of toast bread, which were better than the white bread on the table.

Their spirits are crumpled and reduced to basic spirituality, sprinkled on bread like butter, adding a special flavor to these foods, and both extraordinary people and ordinary people can feel the unique deliciousness from it.

Richard floated out and landed lightly on the ground.

Each toast bread grew thin hands and feet, and they jumped down from the window in line under the command of the angel and landed in the hemp bag prepared next to it, everything was full of grotesque and terrifying fairy tale atmosphere.

"Three hundred filkins per person, that's not a small amount." Richard said, "The managers of private Hong Kong seem to have a lot of commissions, huh? ”

You want a piece of the pie too...... Barranca was silent: "Originally, Zatwen was in charge, but now he is still in the Northern Continent, and the private port is handed over to a resentful ghost, and after I go back, I will ask Mehamus to interrogate." ”

"I remember, was it because Steve chased Sharon and died that he sent Zatwyn over? You guys are really giving them away one by one. Find a time for Zatwin to come back, Renette is not dead, I remember that her good apprentice Sharon Jr. was already a ghost when he fled, maybe a puppet will be sent to promote now. Richard rubbed his fingers, smoothed out a rough uneven spot on his fingernails, and then sat on the windowsill and snapped his fingers as he admired the night view of the garrison military district.

All the people in the military area suddenly opened their eyes at the same moment, and a crazy bloodthirsty light flashed in the darkness.

Also shining with cold light were their guns and daggers, they fought together in their pajamas, and those who reacted a little slower often didn't have time to snort, and were punctured and bled like a bag filled with water, and finally fell to the ground like a broken wooden barrel, slowly drying and cold, being trampled back and forth by others. Everyone was controlled by extreme madness, and it was hard for them to think of being able to shoot again, so someone went crazy and lifted huge rocks to smash people's heads like watermelons, and dirty blood fell on the same dirty land. Someone bumps into a candlestick or a torch in the chaos and lets the fire spread wildly, igniting everything that can be burned.

“…… Not to be turned into food? ”

"......," Richard hesitated, holding his cheeks, "don't you think it's interesting to see such a sight?" It doesn't matter, I remember that to the east was their granary, just don't let the fire spread there. ”

"I'm going to go around the church later, do you think the Church of the Creator would be willing to recycle it? Those murals are valuable. ”

At that moment, there was the crunch of a series of items being smashed behind them, and the tray in the hands of the half-blood maid was crooked, and the hot tea and the delicate full set of tea were all shattered on the ground. The tea was steaming and wetting her shoes. And she looked at the clothes scattered by her host and guests, at the fire and chaos outside the window, her eyes glazed, she did not shout, but she could not say a word.

Li looked at her and reached out to say hello.

"Good evening, ma'am."

The angel said, "You are free now." ”

……

August 5, Intis, Trier.

Today is a sunny day, and on such days, people tend to be superstitious that good things will happen to them.

John did the same, nervously arranging his worn shirt, carefully fitting it over to cover the embarrassing hole in the back of his shirt, and for the first time in his life summoned up the courage to approach the cathedral in the downtown area, with its high spires pointing to the sun.

There was already a long line in front of the cathedral, and John looked at the simple sign on the wall, and then at the leaflet in his hand, which had been folded and crumpled repeatedly, and he swallowed his saliva and approached one of the lines.

As soon as he entered the group, he looked around and immediately regretted it - it was broken, he should have been dressed in tatters!

What if they were dressed well enough for the priests to feel alive and not get the low-income grant?

Thinking like this, he could hardly control the urge to go back and change his clothes immediately, but curiosity and luck made him stop and follow the group slowly forward.

Soon, he was in front of the line.

Sitting behind the table was a man in a red coat with a red hood, who was writing something on his back, and when John approached the table with a wince, he spoke impatiently, "Name." ”

"John, John...... Cobb. He almost forgot his last name, which made John blush.

The red-robed man quickly jotted down the name:

"What is your weekly salary? What is the job? How many people are in the family? ”

John almost didn't follow the adult's questioning, he quickly thought, and then said with some embarrassment: "What is the work...... Moving things at the docks, sometimes you can get a Filgin a week, and sometimes you can't find a job, so you can only pick up some old newspapers and recycle them to earn a few copper plates...... There were no other relatives, just me. ”

The young man in the red robe was not surprised, he quickly recorded the information, and then pointed to the side with the pen in his hand: "Put your hand up and say, 'I'm not lying.'" ”

John followed his pen and noticed that the black object on the table was not an inkwell, but a black square with a strange pattern. While wondering what the other man's words meant, he put his hand on the black square and said, "I ......."

As soon as he spoke, John suddenly felt a sharp pain in his skull, as if a whip soaked in water had been pulled from his forehead, and he was about to withdraw his hand subconsciously, but the shadow on the side of the table suddenly crept up and pressed his hand tightly against the black square.

It was too late to shock everything in front of him, he just wanted to hurry up and finish his words to get relief:

"I ...... No...... Lie......! ”

As the words fell, the sharp pain in his mind suddenly disappeared, and the shadow shrank back silently.

John quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, his chest heaving violently, and he looked at the strange square with fear.

"Well, you're not lying."

"From next week, you will be able to receive a Filkin allowance per week at the nearest church, and if you are sick and unable to work, you can go to the church and apply for medication and treatment. Remember to go back and spread the word about this so that more people can feel the gospel and mercy of the Lord. ”

The young man in red stamped the file and whispered, "Effective!" ”

There was a flash of golden light, and John felt that the paper in front of him seemed to have established some connection with him, he opened his mouth wide in shock, and said in disbelief: "This, is this good?" ”

You can get a fergin a week, and you can rent a bunk on the ground for yourself, and you won't go hungry anymore, or you will be hungry by eating old newspapers on the side of the street!

"Is the mercy of the Lord false?"

The young man knocked impatiently on the table: "Praise the Lord, next!" ”

"Praise the Lord!" Trembling as if he had been baptized, John took the certificate and drew a cross on his chest with unprecedented reverence, "Praise be to you! Great Creator! You, you are the god of gods, thank you for giving me a chance to live! ”

The young man in red snorted and waved his hand, signaling the next person to step forward.

He left happily, reciting the hymn of the Creator that he had just learned from the leaflet.

Not far from the long procession, the Creator watched the people for a long time, observing the joy of a new life on their faces, and then walked into the shadows with those around them.

tbc

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I'm so tired!! Let's take the exam!! Days like this are too torturous!!