Outside the porridge shed, there was a huge queue of victims.

Oster thought, the king is not a thing, but the church is still good in general. That Solarius also made up rumors, talking about the Titan Remnant Foolish People's Organization, and he didn't look at what he looked like. Well, I remember Hugh Jackman's appearance, and he was quite handsome.

Windsor obviously didn't want to go near the church, Tommy looked at the fine grain white porridge and drooled, and pretended to be strong to say that he was not hungry, urging his mother to leave quickly. Windsor looked around, but eventually carefully walked over with Tommy. Oster followed.

You have to listen to the sermon before you can drink porridge, and the white and chubby pastor preaches the doctrine of the Holy Light on the stage;

"Originally, the Titans used different materials to create humans. It was the commoners who were pinched with mud, the nobles who were carved out of stone, and the clergy who were cast out of steel. Therefore, people of higher rank are naturally noble, and the power of Light will favor them, while people of lower rank will not be able to learn it in their lifetime. As for the untouchable class, they are not Titans at all, but inferior beings like orcs, elves, trolls, kobolds, etc., so they are born and eternal slaves. ”

This set of lies that are scornful on earth is a half-truth and half-truth in this world, and Oster is uncomfortable to listen to it, and there is nothing more desperate than being born to determine fate. And the next rhetoric was even more difficult for him to accept;

"The only way for a lower rank to be saved is to believe in the teachings of the Light, and after a life of devout service to the Light, the soul will be promoted in reincarnation. Believing in false gods, such as Loa and the Harvest Witch, or disobeying the higher ranks, will be punished. This calamity in the west is a lesson in the extravagance and blasphemy of the heathen. Only by being pious and doing good can you attain liberation as soon as possible......"

This is a typical religious view of famine, discriminatory rhetoric with tinted glasses. Not to mention whether Ai Xing has a soul reincarnation, it is undoubtedly superstitious to simply regard crop diseases as a matter of faith. Sure enough, the routines are all the same.

After waiting in line for a long time to get to the front, everyone who entered the shed to drink porridge had to kneel down and swear in front of the holy scriptures to "renounce all other faiths and henceforth believe in the Holy Light and its incarnation Titans" before letting them in.

Although Oster disdains it, the porridge of Baihuahua is placed in front, and there is a way to eat people with short mouths, and there will be no less meat when you say a word. After swearing happily, he followed the mother and son of Windsor into the shed, received the porridge, and before he could take a few sips, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the shed.

A short time later, a group of soldiers with the emblem of Holy Light tattooed on their robes broke through the shed, and several victims tried to escape, but were caught red-handed. Outside, the Holy Sect soldiers had already surrounded the porridge shacks, inspecting the victims one by one, and once they found a mark on their foreheads, they were directly taken away and put in cages.

It seems that these soldiers are probably the lord's pickets, and the ones who are branded are escaped serfs. As far as Oster knows, although the Kingdom of Stormwind has legislated for the abolition of slavery, in the knightly dominions to which the church belongs, the abolition of slavery is not in pass, and there is a widespread slavery system that Oster hates as a modern person, serfdom.

Although it is illegal for individuals to keep slaves, it is possible in the name of the Light. As the fat priest said, legend has it that when the Titans created the various races, they divided the clergy, nobles, and commoners. Slaves were not considered human beings at all, and everything about them, including their lives, was the private property of the knight lords, who could possess, dispose of, buy, sell, and even kill them at will.

Due to historical and practical reasons, almost half of the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom belongs to the Holy Light Church, and it is divided among hundreds of large and small paladin lords, who have no subordinate relationship with the kingdom, and can be said to be some independent small countries;

Don't forget, this is a world where gods and magic really exist, and the Church is not a weak and incompetent fraud gang, but a false spokesperson of the Holy Light, with the most powerful military force, the Holy Knights, whose status and power are truly higher than that of the royal family. Instead, royal power was granted by the pope, so a large part of the royal family's duty was to protect the rights of the church.

In the states and counties directly under the kingdom, most of them were free farmers and hired farmers. Free farmers, also known as yeoman farmers, are people who have one-third of an acre of land and rely on farming to collect grain. Farmers who have no land, or who cannot support their families with less land, will rent other people's land to cultivate, which is called hired farming. Generally, the gentry, the nobility, the royal family, or the wealthy free peasants would have land that could not be cultivated, and rented it to hired farmers for a long time. The farmer pays a certain percentage of the remuneration, and the rest of the harvest goes to himself. There are also hired workers who do not lease land and help others to clean up the fields.

Father Auster was a small farmer among the free farmers, who usually farmed by himself and hired long-term and short-term workers to help when the farm was busy. Farmers who rent land for farming or help with miscellaneous work have no attachment to the landowner, and they can leave after settling the accounts. The knightly serfs, on the other hand, had no personal freedom and were not allowed to leave their territories and masters for the rest of their lives.

It seems that since the outbreak of the disaster in the western wilderness, many serfs took advantage of the collapse of order in the famine year and fled from their territories, which caused a great loss of property to the slave owners. However, the kingdom has a series of laws to protect the rights and interests of church lords, such as the law of untouchable nationality and the law of fugitives, and even if these slaves escape from the knighthood, no matter where they flee, as long as they are still in the kingdom, their identities will not change, and they will be wanted and arrested.

Oster muttered in his heart, looking at this situation, it is not to attract the serfs mixed in the disaster with soup soup to come over, but to catch the turtles in the urn and catch them all.

Moreover, the pickets were mixed with the tax collectors of the kingdom, and not only serfs were arrested, but many homeless people who did not have household registration documents and tax payment certificates were also imprisoned by the way. Thinking of the blockade of the bridge by the Kingdom Legion, the victims of the disaster have become like this, and the Kingdom and the Church have not forgotten to join forces to loot, it is too much of a thing!

Oster thought about how to fool the past, and when he looked back and saw the very frightened appearance of the mother and son of Windsor, he lowered his head and shook it, and tugged at the turban on his forehead tightly;

Remembering that they had been wearing headscarves since they met, and had never taken them off when they slept, Oster had already understood in his heart.

Glancing around, the instructor was busy arresting people on the other side, and he had an idea to knock down a pillar of the porridge shed nearby. Soon the whole shed collapsed, and the scene was chaotic, and the victims scattered and fled, and the instructors shouted and tried to maintain order.

Ostra walked with the mother and son of Windsor, and just after leaving the porridge shed, he didn't take a few steps when several instructors happened to walk towards him. Before he had time to think about it, he pushed the mother and son to the grass in the corner, and told them to run away from the sky.

"What are you going to do?" Windsor asked in alarm.

"It's okay, I said I'll repay you." With that, Oster opened his arms and shouted to greet the instructor. Seeing that the other party's attention was attracted, he turned around and ran, running in the other direction.

Oster was quite confident in his feet, and when he was in his hometown, after provoking his neighbors with his brain, he relied on his feet to avoid roundups again and again. These soldiers in heavy armor couldn't catch up with him, and he was relieved to see that Windsor's mother and son, who had escaped smoothly, no one had noticed.

However, the good fortune did not last long. With the sound of horses' hooves, a flash of golden light flashed, and Oster could not dodge, and was swept by the galloping high war horse, and fell to the ground. If he had dodged a little slower, it would have been more than just a.

Riding on the horse is a glittering knight, no matter how you look at it, it is a high-definition real version of the paladin. is a heavy and exaggerated plate armor, and even the war horse is covered with gorgeous horse armor; But it moves like the wind, moving freely, without a trace of heaviness, presumably due to some kind of enchantment effect.

Originally, in the medieval world, cavalry was a crushing class, and with magical power, it was a living tank. The paladins rode on a tall horse, knocking over several victims who tried to escape, and the rest of them fell to their knees begging for mercy, and order was quickly maintained.