You must know that in the Southern Continent, people are a commodity, and human trafficking is the hottest business.

With the god of spiritual things being eroded by the Mother Tree of Desire, the Byron Empire has completely lost the last strength to fight against the four gods of Rune and Intis. Even if he can be regarded as Gao Wei's nephew, the "Divine Sin" Si'a, the sequence one, can also change the division of the interests of the gods. Not to mention that this kid's brain is not very sober in the first place, and he is in a state of indulgence and indulgence all the time.

And the death of Renette Tinicol in the battle with the Seria clan is to add to the situation of the colony that is not rich in the high-order extraordinary. If Klein might have been disgusted by the trafficking of the Kingdom of Rune after witnessing the horrors of the slums of Beckland, human trafficking in the Southern Continent is hell on earth.

The two paths of the Mother Tree of Desire are the "Abyss" and the "Bound", and under the influence of the law of extraordinary aggregation, the two paths of the Extraordinary will naturally gather here. The role of the demon needs to kill, and the desire of the indulgent faction needs to be satisfied. Whether it was the colonizers of Rune and Intis or the needs of the local extraordinary, it caused a deep disaster to the people here.

Here, the slightly more merciful Extraordinaire will leave you some reward to buy the life of the desperate. A man is worth a pound, and a woman is worth half a pound; For those who are hungry, just one meal will allow them to pack up their daughters and sell them to brutal and bloodthirsty demons.

And more often than not, it is forcible plunder: the people who live here are afraid to walk at night, and sometimes they can disappear completely from the lives of their loved ones when they go out at night. The darkness here is even more terrible than the darkness of Godforsaken, there are no natural disasters in Godforsaken, but there are indulgences and man-made disasters caused by demons. Here is a far greater depravity than the real Creator carried.

Compared with the precarious inhabitants here, the poor people of Rune are living a stable and happy life. At least they don't have to be afraid that any passing extraordinary person can go on a killing spree, and at least they don't have to worry that they will disappear forever just because they sleep outside the house.

No amount of suffering is anything compared to this.

A man who followed Mr. A from a distance raised his rough hand and slapped it casually in the face of a ragged little girl beside him. The weak little girl was staggered, and her weakened body sat directly on the ground.

I saw a "dang long", and a dagger with a little rust was thrown in front of the little girl - it was a dagger of poor quality, and as the dagger landed, the little girl was given a cold word from the man and a heavy kick that kicked her away.

"Lead him into the alley over there and give him a knife."

"Otherwise, I'll send you there later!"

The little girl shuddered, and hurriedly grabbed the dagger and ran in the direction of Mr. A. She knew what kind of place a man called "there". When she was barely surviving, she had seen her companion who had been sent there—

When they went to clean it, most of them were left with only one or two broken limbs and blood all over the floor.

Thinking of that scene, a little tear flashed on the little girl's face, and she wanted to live.

She ran forward, a look of determination and madness slowly appearing on her face. She looked at Mr. A, who was walking, restrained the instinctive trembling of her body, and slowly attached it to her young body. The men who watched this scene had a grim smile on their faces, and followed the little girl from a distance.

- They knew that the able-bodied man probably had a weapon in his hand, but no outsider would be extremely wary of a child who seemed to have a special job. Two fists are invincible to four hands, and when he is injured in the vital parts, the weapon in his hand becomes a gold pound in their hands.

Mr. A walked towards the front, but felt a strange feeling coming from his side. It was like the flesh he had touched, but he didn't feel the vitality it deserved from the body next to him—a body that was about to fail.

He looked down and saw a child who was only up to his waist.

The little girl smiled a little jerkyly, and stiffly lifted her skirt upwards like the wandering sisters she had seen. She didn't know what this gesture meant, she only knew that men like the one in front of her in this costume would be attracted to most of the sisters she had seen doing so.

However, she forgot that she still had a dagger hidden on her body. Mr. A, looking at the little girl whose face had become frightened by the dagger being revealed, seemed to want to pick up the knife hidden in his clothes and stab him, reached out and grabbed her wrist:

"Don't panic, kid."

Mr. A comforted. His voice is magnetic and has an intoxicating feeling. The little girl unexpectedly felt that she had calmed down, and was a little stiff as she was being held by Mr. A's wrist and led her way forward—Mr. A's direction was a deep alley.

From the time he passed by the vagrants, Mr. A spotted the thoughts of those with malicious intentions. And when Mr. A saw the countless red and swollen scars on the little girl's face and body, he probably knew what was going on:

It's nothing more than that those guys are afraid that they have weapons on them, and they are afraid that they will fight back when they are attacked, so they send such a child over - looking at the actions of this child, Mr. A knows that she is an outcast held by those people.

If it had been him, he would probably have raised the Lamb of the Lord who was designed to make people drop their vigilance. He will not sacrifice these pure Lambs of the Lord unless he has the necessary and no other choice.

"Don't be afraid, kid." Mr. A said in a deep voice, "I know, you were forced here by these people, right?" ”

The little girl's body stiffened, and this slight movement made Mr. A, who was once Bishop of Rose, confirm his thoughts. After a few seconds of waiting, the little girl nodded slightly. Her movements were very stiff, as if she was afraid that her communication with Mr. A would be discovered by the people following her.

"I'll help you, kid." Mr. A continued to speak gently to the child, his words full of demagogy: "You are the pure Lamb of the Lord, and I am the shepherd of the Lord." Trust me, you'll be fine, kid. See, the Lord is protecting us. ”

"......" the little girl was silent, biting her lip. It wasn't until Mr. A pulled her into the dark alley that she said to Mr. A in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Sir, you can't go in...... They're looking for you, they're amazing......"

"Believers in the Lord must not be afraid of evil." A smile tugged at the corner of Mr. A's lips: "The Lord will bless us, child." Trust me, you'll be fine with me. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. A gently grasped the dagger in the little girl's hand and slashed his finger with the rusty knife. The little girl screamed, but saw that the wound on Mr. A's finger was slowly healing.

"Behold, the Lord is sheltering us." Mr. A said to the little girl in a slightly humorous tone, "When they catch up, you will stab the dagger into my body and run inside—don't worry, I'll be fine." ”

"Our sufferings are all tests of the Lord; The Lord protects us because He can't bear to see us in pain. ”

Mr. A reverently lit a cross on his chest, and with a little holy smile on his face, he said to the little girl with wounds all over her body:

"May the Lord protect you, pure lamb."

Mr. A doesn't think that the girl in front of him is dirty, he only hates himself for being incompetent, and he can't save these people who are poisoned by evil gods and demons as soon as possible.

The earth is sick, and evil has made the earth flow with vicious pus.