Lesia, who had stabilized her figure, turned her head to see the person who hit her, it was the person she saw eating raw meat that day, she seemed to be Betty's distant cousin North.

His face was pale, he looked twenty-eight or nine, he had no beard, his black and green hair, and his pupils were dark green, like ghost fire at night. Strong, almost half a head taller than her.

The breath on his body is cold, and he will be a little irritable after looking at it for a long time, and he wears simple clothes that he usually wears for farm work.

With a grim look in her eyes, she smiled and returned to the crowd, joining in the chat.

The uncomfortable gaze disappeared, and Lessia felt the urge to hit him.

She didn't like the aura he exuded, and this revenge must be avenged later, this was the first thought in her mind.

"Lessia, you're okay, I'll give that guy a good look later." Natalia and Dermot checked it up and down.

The village chief Littler also exuded a sense of majesty, and comforted Lesia a few words, saying that he would definitely deal with North later, and he was the one who opened his mouth to scold him just now.

Yulia, who was holding her stomach, looked at Lesia's body with both hands and nodded, expressing her affirmation.

Even Lecia didn't know when she was here, and every time she saw her, there was an indescribable sense of wrongness.

"The development is very good, I will be a good mother in the future, let's try to be a sacrificial saint first."

"Let Lessia choose, she's still young." Natalia added.

"yes, it's almost starting, let's go and wait. I'm bullish on Lesia. ”

Led away, Laceia suspects that they will introduce themselves to a candidate for her husband.

In terms of beauty, those three people are not bad; In terms of temperament, I have an extra heroic spirit that destroys the girl's softness, and the other party is obviously more suitable.

The hooded man was also there with the crowd next to him, and the face hidden inside was not visible.

Since the candidates and the audience are more separate, Lesia doesn't have a chance to ask her questions now.

The people next to him had dark purple skin and ordinary appearances, just like ordinary villagers. The occasional exposed arm has some ulcer-like scars.

The village chief, Little, was also ready to walk to the area reserved in front of him, and coughed twice to silence the noisy crowd.

"The annual election of the sacrificial saints is about to begin, and the chosen ones will take the place of us in the village of Yansir to pray and believe in the stars and all things, so that we can continue to receive their gifts and prosperity next year."

The people below cheered, shouting about their faith and their hope for the chosen one.

Lesia also heard quite a few people shouting her name.

Betty shook the flowers in her hand and squeezed her eyes at Lesia with a few shouts. Awosika nodded at her as well.

The people of North looked at it with a sneer, as if they were about to rush up at any moment.

Lesia wondered when she had provoked him, or if she had been annoyed that she had been bumped into her own by stealing raw meat.

The invisible eyes of the man with the black hood were also looking at him, and after being looked at by her, he looked at the classical beauty next to him.

Most of the other people who gathered together were not impressed, except for the few she had seen in the last few days.

She couldn't help but look at the pile of grass in the back, and it was also attracting her to go there, as if it was familiar to her.

"Don't look around, look ahead," Natalia said, leading Lesia to the area behind the village chief, Little.

Next to him were all people who also came to run, except for the pregnant one who looked at him with a smile, everyone else looked ahead with a calm expression.

"Since the messenger from the starry sky helped us suppress the evil that imprisoned the free faith in the village of Yansir, we are now ushering in a new year, and the birth of the sacrificial saint is related to the stability of the new year, and she will once again strengthen the seal against evil.

"So-" Little lengthened his voice and turned into a serious expression, "I won't say more nonsense, and I hope that some of you newcomers will follow the rules of the village for me." ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at North with a majestic look, and the people around him rushed to the ground and knocked him down.

The few people around him also hid to the side and watched with some fear, not daring to make any disturbing moves.

"No one can escape from the rules, this time you are a first-time offender, and next time it will be the dirt of the forbidden land."

The men took out their sticks and whipped North, and he fell to the ground motionless, looking up at Lesia with resentful eyes, and the dark green in his pupils seemed to burn.

North, who was beaten to a bloody pulp, didn't scream, and was finally pulled out by his two companions, and the atmosphere returned to the way he had just arrived.

The villagers just gathered around to discuss, without any expression or excitement, and felt that the discussion was only for the sake of discussing.

Lessia felt that they were too incongruous, too unified.

Thinking of the scene when North was beaten to a bloody pulp, he flinched a little, if he would definitely die.

Natalia, who was on the side, and Little, who turned his head to speak, looked at each other, and Little continued to look at each place for a moment.

The corners of her mouth raised a smile, and she pulled the somewhat stunned Demotra next to her over and held each other.

… Next, choose the person you think is the most suitable in your heart, and then pat the team in turn to vote. ”

"Green, Martel, Steele, Laceia..., people other than them don't count, and if they vote, they will be invalidated, you have to think carefully, this is about the future of all of us."

It was only then that Lessia learned that the woman next to her in a classical court dress was called Steele, with green hair as Green and a gentle maternal Martel.

I hope everyone chooses the three of them, and they have forgotten that ceremony, which is definitely not appropriate.

Of course, it would be nice to be able to look at the raised grass for a while when it is over.

What's under that dark red round handle inside? What's sealed there? Why do you make the people in the village so resentful.

"Come on, Teacher Lescia, we like you to be a model."

The painting siblings and their father, Murray, came up to Lessia and thrust the lacing stick into the ground, and a person behind them was distributing it to the people in line, and the village chief Little watched.

There were a few wisps of white on his head Murray shook hands with Lesia, his clothes were stained with a lot of colorful paint, and the pupils of his eyes were a little illusory, as if irregular spaces were folded together.

"Looking forward to the moment when I paint your portrait, I am honored and grateful for the gift of the invisible god."

After he finished speaking, he left with the child, leaving Lesia who was stunned and forgot to thank her, what is this?

"Teacher Recia, you look good, remember to choose me."

Betty came with flowers and the man who pulled the thorn carriage to vote for her, and she handed the bouquet to Lesia, and left merrily.

All the students she taught came with their families to vote for her, and those who were still lagging behind now have caught up with the classical beauties around them.

Unlike everyone, Schiller and the man with the hood came here, he was a little hesitant, he didn't know whether to insert it or not, looked at the few people opposite, and thought a little about it.

The hooded man was inserted directly into the frame in front of Lesia, revealing his purple-black hand with hideous scars, more like a claw.

"Schiller, if you don't want to vote, abstain."

Lesia persuaded him, after all, he was the one who often played the flute well, and it didn't matter if he didn't vote.

"Teacher Lessia, come on."

After hesitating for a long time, he still interjected, and after saying a word, he left with the hooded man, and his mood was not as cheerful as before.

'What? Lesia was puzzled for a moment, and when the meeting was over, she would have to ask him about it.

Most of the villagers in the back voted in a staggered manner, and she was like an outsider watching the excitement, always feeling that she couldn't fit in.

When Awosika came to her to say goodbye and leave, the stick in front of her, which was obviously denser than the others, had already pronounced her victory.

The village chief, Little, was the last to come and cast for Lesia, and the classical beauty Steele on one side swept the stick in front of her directly, very angry.

"Dad, why didn't you vote for me, I hate you, and so does Mom. You don't love me anymore. ”

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry, and the hem of her skirt was directly pulled up and clamped to prevent it from hindering the big walk.

"Village chief, doesn't it matter?"

Lesia was a little worried that the other party would also run to anger her, which was obviously not her fault, at least the culprit had to block it.

"Don't worry, Lessia. You have to be confident that everyone has approved of you. I'll teach the little girl a good lesson, she is getting more and more rude. ”

Little's expression looked a little strange, and the moment he looked at Steele's back was not what his father should have.

Lesia didn't dare to ask anything, so she could only pray that it would end quickly, so that she could be freed sooner, or go to the back to take a look at the bulging bushes.

Martel and Green, who had not been selected, also came over to congratulate and returned to the cheering crowd, and she and the village chief Little were still in the area.

"Let's cheer for this year's sacrificial saint Lesia. Now the banquet begins. ”

Woo woo...

The people below shook excitedly, and some took out the prepared food and lit the prepared bonfire.

They added some special materials to give the flames a variety of colors.

Resia, who was watching all this, felt that she wanted to run a little, to get away from here, and that feeling of dizziness began to appear, and she couldn't cheer with these people.

It should be said that there is no joy in her heart, only a lot of confusion and questions.

She was not impressed by what to do next.

"Let's put on the symbol of the saint to our dear Lesia."

The voice of the village chief Little came out, Natalia and Yulia came up with a flat box, and Dermot, who was smiling unnaturally, also came to straighten her dress.

The box opened, revealing a necklace with various star symbols, and in the center was a crescent moon carved from a ruby.

The bracelet and anklet next to it are also made of delicate star symbol gemstones, which are colorful and beautiful.

Lesia was a little scared, this thing was so delicate and beautiful that she didn't dare to touch it, and an instinctive resistance rose in her heart.

"Sister, Yulia, can I wear it later?"

"What are you talking about, wearing it is a beautiful saint in the audience."

Natalia was already crouching down to put a bracelet on her, and Yulia was putting on the bracelet. She wanted to leave, and the bulging grass behind her called for her more and more intensely.

Martel and Green didn't know when they appeared behind them, squeezing a somewhat stunned Dermot aside and restraining Lesia, who wanted to struggle. The erect belly in the back stared at her waist.

"Are you going to hurt a child? Teacher Lesia. ”

When the words came out, Lesia hesitated as well, and the necklaces on her hands and feet were put on.

She felt her body become heavy, and in a trance, she saw a fire burning in the bulging grass.

With destruction, blazing, killing, and intense unwillingness, countless warriors roared here.

The sky was gray and red clouds and fire, and the ground was full of gunsmoke and fighting, blood and fire.

"It's just the necklace, Lessia, you're really beautiful tonight, I don't know who will marry you."

Yulia handed half of the necklace made of brilliant gemstones to Natalia, and the two of them put it on Lesia, the red jewel in the middle was bewitching and beautiful.

"No, I don't want to be this." Lesia was caught between left and right, and could only watch as the gem fell into the center of the depression of her collarbone in her fair skin.

As if seeing something terrifying, Lessia instinctively resisted, but Martel and Green grabbed her hands, and Natalia and Yulia continued with smiles.

She felt the touch on the back of her neck, she must have something she couldn't remember, it shouldn't be like this.

"Dermot, come and save me, I don't want this."

Lesia thought of someone close to her, and wanted to turn her head and shout, but Dermot approached Martel and Green and struggled a little, and froze there.

The buttons on the back were buttoned up, and Lessia felt the heaviness go away, and her head let go, as if she had forgotten what to do? Can't remember.

Natalia and Yulia kissed her on the cheek, and then it was Martel and Green's turn on the left and right.

Schiller, who was in the crowd, clenched the flute in his hand and was pulled away by the hooded man.

Cheers, chatter, and shouts overwhelmed her resistance, and the screams and the sounds of the battlefield added to her burden, and finally the sudden decompression. Lesia felt herself become very heavy, and her hands and feet went limp.

Natalia and Martel smiled, pulled a somewhat stunned Dermot, and helped her out of the place, leaving behind the people who were celebrating in front of the colorful campfire.

Jutting out of the grass, the dark red handle of weeds, thorns, and entanglements glowed faintly, and down there was a sword as red as blood, inserted into a tattered thick book and submerged into the ground.

Before the light could emanate, it was swept away by the invisible ripples that were shrouded outside, and it was as if nothing had happened here, and it remained calm.