only god

Chapter 131 Why Believe?

The norn stood on the row.

His father came back and was at the construction site, vigorously waving the whip in his hand, whipping the slaves who were slack.

The slaves who were also stone slaves complained endlessly. They dragged the stones in their hands and worked hard to build a small temple for the Ibia family.

There will be a major celebration two months later. For this reason, the Ibia family is determined to build a small temple dedicated to the prophecy god Kagaus.

It is said to be a small temple, but it is actually compared to the big temple in the capital.

Norn looked at the gradually stacked stone statues of Cargauth, which were covered with slave sweat and blood. Priests outside the temple grabbed a dying lamb. Its throat was slit and blood flowed all over the place. Take the bowl, filled with the blood of the lamb.

The priests killed the lamb and sacrificed its blood to the great prophetic god Cargaus.

Looking at these, Norn felt a little dizzy, perhaps because he was still too young, but he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he felt pity for everything he saw.

The priests knelt down to the statue of Cargauth, and then yelled at the slaves who built the temple, and the old slave who supervised the slaves then cracked his whip, like a warning warning.

Those slaves who were familiar with Norn looked at the boy on the field with pitiful eyes.

Norn shuddered. He couldn't stop his father from whipping the whip any more than he could stop the river from flowing backwards.

After half a sound, the slaves looked away in disappointment,

"I can't do anything."

Norn murmured inwardly.

In the afternoon, it rained heavily.

Norn's father, an old slave loyal to Ibia, braved the heavy rain and waved the whip in his hand to drive the slaves to work.

The construction period is too fast. If the temple cannot be completed within two months, then this celebration will be missed.

The old slave was coughing loudly in the rain, and he beat each slave, regardless of their exhausted bodies and their backs were already torn.

The slaves gritted their teeth, carried the stone materials stiffly, and cooperated with the craftsmen to build the temple. Norn could see that the temple was built little by little in the suffering of the stone slaves.

The time went on until night, and finally the work was temporarily suspended. The slaves finally got a little rest, and the old slave and Norn returned to the Ibia family's mansion.

On the way back, the old slave kept coughing.

He cast a vicious glance at his child before entering the room.

"Norn, don't pity those slaves! Doesn't your master deserve your pity?"

Hearing this, Norn shuddered.

His father pierced his heart with a single glance.

In the faint light of the pottery lamp, Nuoen raised his eyes and looked at his father, the servant loyal to Ibia and his son. His face looked terrifying, like a domesticated and loyal eagle, hunting prey for his master's pleasure .

Norn returned to his own room. Both father and son had their own rooms, because they were loyal, and because they were appreciated by Ibia and his son, their status was much higher than other slaves.

Lying on the bed, Norn tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. His mind was full of the scene of the priest killing the lamb and the sacrifice prophesying the god. The scene was horrific.

And those suffering slaves are like lambs being slowly killed.

Their sweat in building the temple was the blood of the lamb.

"I can't do anything."

Norn murmured inwardly again.

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After nearly [-] days of work, the temple finally took shape. Prime Minister Ibia and his son Casas came to inspect the temple. They were very satisfied with the sight before them, so Prime Minister Ibia gave grace to all the slaves and let them Rest for three days, and reward them with cloth and wine.

The slaves cheered for a while, they were finally able to temporarily get rid of that tyrannical old slave.

Norn watched all this, and was very happy for these stone slaves from the bottom of his heart.

The young man enjoyed the three-day vacation given by his master, and he ran to the place where the slaves lived, which was a flat-roofed house made of bricks made of mud mixed with sand and stone.

As soon as Norn entered, he saw a shocking scene.

The old priest of the abandoned temple used herbs to smear the wounds of each slave. Every time he smeared it, he recited a prayer, and the slaves actually followed suit.

"Oh God,
can i hold your hand

lead us into the miracle of life,
Allow us to hear the divine voice,
Save us, don't teach us to perish.

Lord, I love you. "

The slaves chanted in unison, just like singing poetry, with a wonderful rhythm, and the old priest quickly anointed their wounds while singing.

Norn was stunned by this scene. He stood outside the door for a long time without moving.

In the end, the old priest found the young man and said in surprise:

"Norn?"

Norn came back to his senses, he was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Come in, Norn."

The old priest stood up and pulled the boy in.

The slaves looked at Norn, their eyes were full of complaints, as if they were blaming him for not obstructing his father's whip, but the slaves still welcomed the boy very much, they surrounded him and welcomed him warmly, Qizui Chatted up with him.

Norn dealt with it one by one, and he looked at the old priest from time to time, only to see that the latter was holding a scroll in his hand, with various characters written on it.

What was in it, Norn didn't know, he couldn't read.

"What did you sing just now?"

Norn thought of something and asked.

The old priest turned his face sideways, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

"That's a prayer I wrote, modeled on what's written on it."

As he spoke, the old priest raised the parchment in his hand.

Norn scratched his head and said:
"I can't read, but my master can read."

Seeing this, the old priest said:

"This is the history book of elves, do you know? Those elves who believe in the Creator!"

Norn nodded. He looked at the parchment with curiosity.

"So the elves also have history books?"

Even with the blood of the elves, the norn don't know what the elves are like.

"Of course, this is the world's first history book, and our history books are all derived from elves!"

The old priest showed Norn the parchment in his hand somewhat ostentatiously, he looked very happy,
"What else do you want to ask, Norn, just ask, boy!"

Hearing this, Norn thought for a while, then hesitated for a while, and finally asked cautiously:
"Old priest... You are obviously a priest who serves the god of prophecy, but... why do you also believe in that elf god?"

After asking, Norn Muran felt a little regretful, this question sounded a bit harsh.

And hearing Norn's question, the old priest was also stunned.

His pale beard shook slightly, and the third eye on his forehead was quivering.

Seeing the old priest like this, Norn was about to say something.

however,
The old priest spat out a sentence.

A word that shakes the heart,
"Because someone I love left this world."

　Tomorrow will continue to explode!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)