savior epic

Chapter 95 Proof of the Existence of the Lord
Holding the piece of bread, the boy climbed the ladder of the shack, turned left and right, went up to two floors and went down again. This huge slave cave has all kinds of strange construction methods, and it is very simple. Step on it. rattle.

The boy climbed into a wooden room, and he saw a mountain woman helping people to see a doctor, and on the floor, a slave with a severed hand was groaning.

This slave den gathered the slaves who were kicked out by the nobles. Once those slaves got some serious illness, if they couldn't recover within seven days, they would be driven here, just like being thrown into a garbage dump.

So most of the people here are old, weak, sick and disabled.

And this Shanbu woman named Rebecca, she is so kind-hearted, she took the initiative to come here from outside to see a doctor.

She is said to have been a superior slave.

Yes, master slaves.

In this hell, slaves are also graded, and there are clear laws.

Those slaves who went to build the giant tower, they are the first-class slaves, young and strong, with extraordinary energy, and according to the law, their families will also be the first-class slaves.

In addition to them, some people who came to this hell, because their souls are pure and suitable for sacrifices, they are also high-class slaves.

Most high-class slaves, they don't bother to walk on the same road as ordinary slaves, and they don't even give much face to some minor nobles.

The boy had seen a few high-class slaves, and when they mentioned their mission to build the tower, they always puffed out their chests with high spirits.

Some slaves were even regarded as heroes. When they died, the slaves gathered in the Wangjia Square could always see the tears of the princes and nobles.

They always solemnly say: Just laws guarantee the right to life of slaves, but there are always some virtuous ones who are willing to dedicate themselves to everyone.

Of course, the boy remembered one other thing.

That's what old Figg said:
"There has always been a massacre against us, not with a sword, not with a halberd, but with the written law, a dream for the good of all, and the spirit of constantly forcing people to sacrifice, silently killing everyone Slaughter. They always say that all the promises will be fulfilled once they return to the human world."

The boy found this kind of words very novel, so he kept writing them down.

He had also heard that Old Fig was a Shanbu native from the Jacob Commercial Republic, a country whose head of state was elected by the people and the Senate.

Wiping the sweat off his face, the boy walked into Rebecca's shack.

"Aunt Rebecca, here is my bread," said the boy.

Rebecca turned around, took the piece of bread, and said with a smile, "Thank you, child."

The boy glanced at the slaves on the floor, his hands were bound with coarse cloth, however, his face was still pale, and he was unconscious.

"He probably won't live long." Rebecca broke off the hard bread and put it in her mouth. "Because he didn't collect enough stones twice in a row, someone chopped off his hands."

The boy nodded, feeling that the slave looked familiar, "I seem to have seen him before."

"Oh, it's not surprising. His wife and daughter live here, and he occasionally comes to visit." Rebecca said flatly: "Last year, it was his daughter who was beheaded because he took a nap. , broke a good stone.

That stone was used to carve the hero Mariel. "

The boy was startled for a long time before saying, "So I really went to hell."

Rebecca stared at him. She heard the boy say that there was a war in his place, and he came here after sleeping, not knowing what happened.

The boy died in his sleep.

And because of his young age, his soul has not yet grown up, so after going to hell, he forgot his own name.

But in this slave cave, there are not a few slaves without names.

"It's okay, that's what hell is like." Rebecca comforted the boy and said, "Thinking of loving my husband, I can treat this place as heaven."

The god standing by the side listened to these words silently.

He looked at Rebecca and thought of something, but couldn't recall it.

After delivering the bread to Rebecca, the boy climbed the plank, and when walking down, he saw a girl with broken hands.

The girl was skinny, just like her mother, who was pale and emaciated.

Her mother stood beside the girl, looking worriedly at Rebecca's residence.

The boy climbed down silently.

The girl stared pitifully at the bread in his hand.

The boy originally planned to leave directly, but the girl ran over and stopped herself with her palmless arm.

"Please give some to my mother, please give some to us." She tried to hold back tears, "We starved to death before"

The girl rests her head on the bread.

The boy stared at the girl, he knew that if he didn't run away, the girl would definitely grab her with her mouth.

Her mother watched all this from a distance.

"Let go of me, I'll give it to you."

Upon hearing this, the girl lowered her arms.

The boy kept his promise, put down the bread, raised his elbow and smashed the bread into two pieces.

"Thank you." After finishing speaking, the girl quickly grabbed the big piece with her arms, and ran back to her mother without looking back.

The boy sighed and picked up the remaining bread.

His mother taught him to always be kind.

The boy stuffed the bread into his pocket and looked around carefully, afraid that someone would rush out and snatch or steal his bread.

After taking a moment to weave through the cluttered shack, the boy returned to old Figg.

Old Figg was the boy's most trusted person.

Blind, he leaned on the wall and stood up straight, speaking scriptures with other slaves.

Most Shanbu people believe in the Temple of Misery, and the scriptures of the Temple of Misery say that the Lord of Suffering is the Lord God, and after the Lord God revives, he becomes the Lord of Misery.

Therefore, the famous scriptures of the true religion are also used as scriptures by the Temple of Misery.

And many believers don't distinguish between them.

"Saint Aurelian said: I walked all day, and traveled more than 500 empires, but I still couldn't find the kingdom of heaven," said the old Figge loudly.

God listens, He seems to remember that there is no saint named Aurelian, and there is no such sentence in the scriptures.

In fact, there really isn't a single scripture that records this.

Most of the scriptures that Old Figg taught were made up by himself.

Also often contradict each other.

After all, he was not a monk during his lifetime, nor had he read a complete scripture.

Old Figg didn't care whether it was considered blasphemy.

He endorsed himself for a noble reason — he was spreading faith and awakening hope.

The boy patted old Figg on the thigh.

"Oh, you're back, boy." Old Fig looked down, though he couldn't see the boy. "I'm telling the story of Saint Aurelian."

The boy responded, and then told what he had just encountered.

Old Figg listened, and his face was very moved when he heard the boy give the bread to the girls.

The boy raised his neck as if expecting praise, and was a little embarrassed.

Old Fige squatted down and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Kid, look into my eyes," said old Figg.

The boy obediently looked at the empty eye sockets.

Old Figg faced the boy, but said loudly to everyone present: "This boy, he gave the bread to others again.

And every one of us here has also eaten the bread he brought back! "

The slaves leaning against the wall listened and looked at the boy and old Figg with gratitude.

"Many of you ask me, does the Lord really exist?" Old Figg said.

Does the Lord exist?

He listened, this question was very familiar to him.

He looked at them too.

Old Fig turned to the boy, and said solemnly: "This boy, he is the proof of the existence of the Lord."

Noticing other people's gazes, the boy turned his head and glanced, then retracted his head in embarrassment.

"Kid, keep looking into my eyes."

The boy looked back into old Figg's eyes.

After staring at each other for a long time, old Fige's face trembled.

"My child, I tell you, you have to remember." He murmured, "Your kind eyes are the proof of the existence of the Lord."

The boy nodded ignorantly.

Like many people, he didn't quite understand what the Lord was.

He actually wanted to ask: Why is he the proof of the existence of the Lord?

Old Fig stood up. He apologized repeatedly to the slaves who were listening to him, and then let the boy follow him into the next room.

That's where old Figg lived.

Old Fige was very prestigious in this slave cave, and it was said that he had led the riots, so he was gouged out of his eyes and thrown here.He often helps distribute food, and judges conflicts for others, like a fair judge, at least more fair than outside the slave den.

Walking into old Fige's residence, the boy watched the old beggar squat down, rummaging for something.

The boy sat down on his bunk, where he was lodged in old Figg's.

Old Figg was sweating profusely, but he still couldn't find it.

He muttered, "It's strange, it's clearly placed here."

"Old Feige, why am I the proof of the existence of the Lord?" The boy couldn't hold back his doubts: "Does the Lord really exist?"

Old Feige was still rummaging through things, without raising his head, he said, "Of course the Lord exists, He is omnipresent."

The boy nodded half-understanding, and wanted to continue asking questions.

Old Fige had already had a premonition, and said vaguely: "Don't ask, you will understand when you grow up, child."

Then the boy saw old Figg and cheered "Ah!"

Old Figg dragged a candlestick and candle out of the back of the cabinet.

"This candlestick is still there, this candlestick is still here, praise my Lord," he said.

The boy looked at the candlestick curiously.

Old Fige leaned on the wall, faced the boy, and said with a smile, "Is it good-looking? Unfortunately, I can't see what it looks like. I will give it to you after I die.

You see, I wanted to find this candlestick for you, and I found it. This is the proof of the existence of the Lord.

You see, the Lord made me meet you. "

(End of this chapter)