In a short time, the pickets caught dozens of serfs and illegal border crossers. Because there were too many people to fit in the cages, the instructors tied the prisoners' hands with ropes and tied them in a long line like animals.

Because Oster had no identity papers and teased the pickets, he was unsurprisingly imprisoned and sent to a workhouse as a black household. Listening to the people next to him, like the institution of the same name that Oster knew, it was a prison of inhuman labor;

It is said to be for the poor, but in reality it is poorly paid, the accommodation is cramped, the food is poor, and people live separately according to their age and sex, resulting in the separation of families and the separation of flesh and blood. They also forcibly assigned heavy work to the prisoners, saying that they were "workhouses" but were actually "labor homes". Once inside, you are not allowed to leave or meet visitors without the permission of the overseer, and it is a big prison in every way. No one wanted to go to the workhouse except as a last resort.

Oster was chained to the middle of the team, and after just three or four days of going out, he was transferred to a homeless man and a labor prisoner one after another, and he really traveled to a world where ordinary people were extremely difficult to live. In comparison, the 996 of the previous life was so nostalgic.

The instructor suspected that the prisoner walked slowly, picked up the whip and whipped it, and wailed one after another. Seeing this, the paladin drove over and warned his men, saying, "These slaves belong to the High Lord of Visak and are meant to serve the Church. The assets of the Light are not to be destroyed unless necessary. ”

Seeing the instructor hurriedly bow his head and admit his mistake, Oster thought to himself, this knight captain can't be said to be particularly bad, it's just a matter of duty. At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the procession, and the march slowed down and gradually stopped.

Oster followed the direction the paladin had driven his horse and looked, and an old man with gray hair fell to the ground, holding one foot and moaning.

Through the gap in the crowd, I saw that the old man's skinny legs were twisted at a terrible angle, swollen and high, and obviously fractured. Probably because he was too weak after the long journey, he was taken down and his hands tied and he couldn't dodge, and he was trampled by the people behind.

All the prisoners were tied together by ropes, so the team could no longer move forward. The paladin dismounted, walked over, waved his hand and ordered his men to open the lock, untied the rope from the old man's hand and took it to the open space beside him. Then he made the old man kneel on the ground, straightened up and recited the holy words, and the light gradually converged in the palm of the armor.

Oster was amazed to release the Holy Light Technique, it was the first time he had seen a healing spell up close, and he had already passed out when Solarius was treated the last time; How exactly does magic work?

At this moment, a holy flame fell from the sky and hit the head of the old man. Before the old man could make a sound, his whole body was enveloped in fierce flames, burning, shrinking, collapsing, and finally reduced to a puddle of ashes.

[Holy Light Judgment, Flame Specialization, Spell Level 5, Type Holy/Fire, Additional Burnout Effect.] 】

Oster had fire in his eyes, held his breath, and couldn't speak. It was only then that he realized what kind of era he had come in.

The paladin looked around and said to his subordinates, "Remember, for negative assets, you must know how to clean up in time. We are servants of the Light and must always ensure that the interests of the Supreme Lord are maximized. ”

The soldiers dug a deep pit by the side of the road, smashed the old man's body with a sword, and buried it in the pit. The bound prisoners were eerily silent for a moment, and no one dared to make a sound.

Before nightfall, the knight captain left with most of the instructors, presumably rushing to the next point of waiting. Only three instructors were left to escort the prisoners.

When the team reached a post station, it was completely dark, and the instructor ordered the prisoners to gather under the straw hut to rest. The black-pressed prisoners sat on the small floor, huddled together like ants.

Ooster secretly picked up a stone on the road and found an opportunity to break it in half. I sat there and sharpened the sharp angle of the broken mouth for a long time before gradually grinding the rope that bound my hand.

Raising his head and looking around, the guards were patrolling in three directions. Oster was at the innermost of the crowd, and if he moved rashly, he would definitely be caught.

Although all the prisoners were tied together with ropes, it was too arrogant to guard dozens of people with three people. Isn't this in line with the scenes of those familiar historical stories in the previous life, where people gather to respond with their arms?

After thinking about it, Oster had a plan and began to scream. When a soldier who seemed to be a small leader heard the voice, he came over impatiently and said, "What's the matter, is your skin itchy?" ”

Oster snorted and said, "I have a stomachache, and it's easy to relieve myself." ”

The instructor yawned and said, "Fix it on the spot, pull the crotch of your pants." ”

Oster Sapo rolled up, "Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey, do you know what 'untie' means, and pull the crotch of your pants, do you want to perform pulling down first?" ”

The instructor was scolded by a stinking call, and suddenly became sleepy, "Hey, boy, I think you don't want to live!" ”

As he spoke, he drew his sword from his waist and separated the prisoners and headed straight for Oster. Hearing the movement, the other two instructors also looked this way.

In an instant, when the leader of the Instructors approached, Oster slammed the sand he had held in his hand in his face, and when the latter covered his eyes with a scream, he quickly rushed up and snatched the sword;

The incident happened suddenly, and it was too late for the other two instructors to hurry over, and Oster had already grabbed the back of the little leader and put the sword across his neck.

The situation was reversed in an instant, but fortunately, the humans in this world have quite strong and agile bodies; Oster is already thin, and it is absolutely impossible to change to the body of a social animal that Wu Lian lacked exercise in the previous life.

Oster yelled at the other two instructors not to move, or else they would wipe the necks of the goods. The latter were all shocked, and they stopped and did not dare to act rashly.

Next, the next step can be carried out logically; Oster called out to the prisoners in the inn to take the trainer's sword and cut the rope to regain their freedom.

In the history of the previous life, countless uprisings and riots took place in this way, and if only one person dared to come forward, the fragile order would cease to exist.

However, unexpectedly, after shouting for a long time, the prisoners raised their heads to look at him, and they all lowered their heads one after another, and no one answered.

Oster was surprised, and shouted again, "What's wrong with you, what are you still stunned, there are so many of you, there are only three of them, one of them is stoned to death!" Just run out and you're free! ”

There was no response for a long time, and this time few even looked up, and the prisoners and slaves were silent, as if they could not see or hear the confrontation on this side. The leader of the hijacked Instructor burst out laughing;

"Freedom? You're all right. In the land illuminated by the Holy Light, whether it is the pickets of the lord himself, the king's guards, or the responsible commoners, it is the duty of the Holy Light to arrest and reward the escaped slaves and prisoners on the spot, which is the sacred right and mission of the Holy Light to every citizen. Where can you flee again? ”

Oster lifted his sword an inch against the ringleader's throat and scolded, "Who told you to talk nonsense, be careful that I waste you!" ”

Unimpressed, the leader continued, "Moreover, you made a mistake. You don't think a few dozen untouchable sinners can stand up to the servants of the Light, do you? ”

At this moment, Oster suddenly noticed that the palm of a trainer on the opposite side was flickering with a faint light, and he was secretly casting a spell, and he urgently wanted to suppress the blade of the sword too late;

A spell was applied to the kidnapped leader, and the force of great force pushed Oster half a meter out, and he landed unsteady and fell to the ground. The long sword was also taken out of his hand and was caught by the leader of the instructor in the air.

[Truth Word Shield, Spell Level 1, Type Height, Absorbs Damage, Increases Collision Range.] 】

The leader of the instructors was shrouded in a floating spherical film of light, and the golden light shimmered, shining especially brightly in the night.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Oster rolled on the spot to dodge a sword swung by the leader, and then burrowed into the crowd and fled;

The hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, the sky is dark, the other party has no cavalry, and he has to guard the prisoners.

However, seeing that he could not catch up, the leader shouted and ordered, "In the name of the Holy Light, those who arrest the fugitives will be given a reduced sentence." ”

Oster screamed badly, and then tripped over several pairs of hands tied with ropes, and was firmly pressed to the ground. Looking at the serfs and prisoners who gathered around, he was a little incredulous; No, if you don't resist, forget it, and obey the orders of the abuser with all your heart, why are people in this world so servile?

Behind him, the leader of the sect shone with dazzling golden light, and the prisoners on the side knelt down to worship, praying and chanting holy words in their mouths. The leader said triumphantly;

"See, in this world, the Light is the absolute truth and power. How ridiculous it is that a pariah should rebel against the God who created him! ”

Unable to move, Oster looked around, and there were eyes that saw no glimmer of hope. He suddenly realizes a dark truth;

- Not servility, but the way the world is.

In the world of the previous life, the prince and the prince had a kind of foundation that there was no difference between the strength and wisdom of people. Wealth comes from the creation of the people, power comes from the people granted, and all oppression is based on lies;

And in this life, God created this magical world, and it was unfair to everyone from the beginning. The church has the divine power of holy light, the feudal lord is truly a divine authority, and the archmage can destroy thousands of mortals with the touch of his fingers. What's more, there are also those true god incarnations who have unlimited lifespans, infinite power, and can be resurrected quickly if killed.

The superior does not need or care about the existence and labor of civilians; Not to mention rebellion, mortals can live based on the gift of the Light;

In such a world, there is no fairness and justice at all. Filled with despair, Oster slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, a light came into his eyes, and a character appeared in front of him out of thin air;

[False, this is a lie.] The Light is a type of magical energy, created by nature, not created by nature. The strength of power depends only on the amount of resources, and the vast majority of resources are created by mortals. 】