Lord Roar

Chapter 6 The Child and the Church

Alan and Yorkshire walked side by side in the market not far from the castle. The crowd was like a separate tide. When they saw Alan, they gave way as if they were avoiding the plague.

Facing nobles, civilians need to stop and salute to show respect, even if they think about killing his whole family.

Allen happened to be a nobleman, and he was also a well-known top waste nobleman in the kingdom.

So he enjoyed double treatment, that is, as soon as the civilians bowed their heads to him, they would point to his back and whisper: "Look, that is the idiot who wasted countless precious time of the Duke!"

No wonder the commoners scolded him like this. There is a reason why the Grand Duke is called the patron saint of the kingdom. In the early years, he led the army to defend his home and defend the country from east to west. The Grand Duke, just because he wanted to raise his young son, wasted years of traveling around the mainland to visit famous teachers, but in the end he found nothing. Many people felt worthless for the Grand Duke. Raising such a stupid son is better than raising a pig .

Allen turned a deaf ear to it, because he was used to it, thinking that the troublemakers were jealous of him.

My father is rich, and my father is the second generation of officials, so I am willing to mess around, do you care about it, you guys, I'm so envious of you.

Yorkshire also turned a deaf ear, because he was grinning and rubbing the big bump on his head, and he felt that the civilians spoke his heart.

Allen glanced at Yorkshire, and said contemptuously, "Why are you so far away from me? Afraid of being misunderstood that you are the number one son of the scrap lord?"

Yorkshire rolled her eyes, is it still misunderstood by others? Everyone thinks so.

It was the first time for Allen, who was reborn, to go to the market. The civilians who were dressed in shabby or even naked clothes just ran around with their heads down, watching the nobles and officials who suddenly appeared, with only perfunctory faces and indifference in their eyes.

The sudden appearance of the nobles obviously delayed their journey.

"Poor!" Allen said with emotion like a great man pointing out the country: "The people's life is hard, hey!"

"Yeah!" Yorkshire, who was born as a commoner, felt the same way, looked at the rushing crowd sympathetically, and let out a long sigh.

Allen poked his ears and said, "Everyone is so poor, how do we nobles and officials scrape the land? How do we squeeze them?"

"Hey!" Yorkshire laughed dryly twice, pretending he was farting.

Pointing to a few scrawny civilians, Allen continued to sigh with emotion: "As a qualified lord, at least I should let my subjects have enough food, right?"

Yorkshire didn't know how to answer the conversation, but he still had a little more affection for Allen in his heart.

Although this guy is a bit useless as a lord, at least he hopes that his subjects can have enough food. Although he can't do it, if he can think about it in his heart, he is much better than many nobles.

Allen muttered again: "They don't have enough to eat, so how can they have the energy to work? If I don't work, where will I go to collect taxes?"

Yorkshire decided it was better to just pretend he was farting, and kept walking with his head buried in his head and kept a longer distance from him.

The low grass houses, dilapidated dirt roads and a few skinny ponies all reveal the barrenness of the outpost county.

Kicking away a stone at his feet, Yorkshire said in a disinterested manner: "Tax collection? The subjects of Yorkshire, even if they have extra copper coins, most of them are handed over to the church."

"Church? Why did you hand it over to them?" Allen asked with a puzzled face, "How much was handed over?"

Yorkshire glanced at Allen strangely, spread his hands and said, "Don't you know? All the people in the county have to hand in three copper coins every month to ask for the blessing of the Supreme God. Take [-]% to contribute to the church."

"Three out of ten?" Allen gasped. This is eating human blood, and the tax for winning a lottery is only 20.00%.

"The frontier county is bordered by the wild and ancient plains. Barbarians and some ogres often attack the border guards. The only defense force in the county is the church's Holy See guard. If they don't hand over their copper coins, the guards will not protect civilians in the frontier county for no reason."

"When was the last time barbarians and ogres harassed Outpost?"

Yorkshire thought for a while, and said lightly: "More than 130 years ago."

Allen "."

After finishing speaking, Yorkshire pointed to a building not far away and snorted coldly.

Looking in the direction of his fingers, Allen saw a Gothic church not far away, standing in the middle of the main road, which was out of place with the surrounding low and thatched houses, and the passing civilians walked around in awe. open.

The color of the church is mainly composed of red and golden colors. The skeleton volume and flying buttresses are also made of stone. A tall statue of God on the vault exudes a faint golden light.

Allen walked over with great interest, looking up at the statue of the god thoughtfully.

The prototype of the statue should be the Supreme Holy Father believed by the Holy See. The carving is lifelike and ingenious, majestic yet kind, with a thick law code in his left hand and a golden lightning in his right hand. The impulse to worship.

Allen curled his lips slightly. Having learned magic knowledge since he was a child, he could tell at a glance that the god statue had been cast with a spell of the Holy Light system, that is, to deceive ordinary people who didn't know how to do it. The neon lights and LEDs in his previous life were much brighter than this one.

Yorkshire stood by, and after noticing that Allen was staring at the statue with disdain, the expression on his face was very complicated, it seemed to be contempt, or sympathy?

After seeing a middle-aged man dressed as a priest walking out of the church, Yorkshire immediately showed a look of awe, and slowly lowered his head, no longer looking directly at the statue.

"Holy Father bless you, Your Excellency the Baron!" The pastor walked up to Allen, nodded and continued, "I am Bishop Wood of the outpost parish, and I greet you here."

"Isn't this statue made of pure gold?" Allen pointed to the statue and asked.

Wood's expression was unnatural, and he frowned and glanced at Allen's fingers and said, "Please be in awe, Your Excellency the Baron!"

Allen smiled sarcastically and retracted his fingers, cursing a few words to the old magic stick in his heart.

Yorkshire looked past the bishop, and found a pool of blood in front of the church door, and not far away, the arms of two Holy See knights were wrapped with bandages, as if they had just been injured.

Noticing Yorkshire's gaze, Bishop Wood explained: "Not long ago, a few mercenaries from the Principality of Lothar broke in and tried to snatch the dragon's eggs, but they were fine, and the Holy See knights killed them on the spot. "

Allen noticed that the bishop's face was a little unnatural, and asked suspiciously: "What the hell is the dragon's egg?"

"The egg laid by the Hell Black Dragon." Wood explained: "The Beamon Orcs have a crack in the space of the alien plane, and many Hell Black Dragons came out. The Beamon Orcs also accidentally discovered this black dragon egg. They The shaman priests in the area couldn't purify the evil power on the black dragon eggs, so they had to ask the priest of Holy Light of the Holy See to take action."

Allen joked: "You have cooperated with the Beamon orcs. Don't they believe in shamanism? What's the matter, the beliefs are unified so quickly?"

"In the face of the evil forces in another world, any differences on the continent of St. Cassis can be put aside first." Wood is worthy of being a religious lunatic, and then said: "But there is only one Supreme God. If you don't believe in it, you are the enemy. It should be destroyed, the glory of the Holy Father should shine on every corner of the continent."

Yorkshire leaned into Allen's ear and whispered, "Many outsiders have come to the county. They should all come here for this black dragon egg. There are many magicians and pagans who practice evil magic."

"Can I have a look?" Allen was very curious about what this dragon egg looked like. After rebirth, he was very curious about the extremely powerful dragon. The dragon couldn't see it, so he touched it twice. It's okay to feel it for a while, and you can brag with Dina when you go back later. b.

Wood showed a smile, and said lightly: "Your Excellency, if you don't mention it, I also want to discuss this matter with you. I want to transfer this dragon egg to your castle and ask you to keep it for me. Just last night, the priest of the church heard the whisper of the Holy Father, hoping to hand over this dragon egg to you for purification."

Allen was stunned, he didn't understand how he got involved with such a mess for no reason.

Yorkshire looked nervous and gave Wood a bad look.

The useless aristocrats beside him don't understand, how can he who has been in the royal city for many years not understand, what the Holy Father's whispers are pure fart, this is just a catastrophe for the church, and most of the people who come to snatch the eggs of the dragon are There are some heretics, and there are different forces behind these heretics, and the only thing these forces have in common is that they all believe in false gods in the mouth of the Holy See.

If any force kills Allen by mistake during the process of seizing the dragon egg, as the Grand Duke of the Kingdom, Lord Keerlai, even if he doesn't care about his stupid son, will take revenge, and the only beneficiary during this period is the Holy See At that time, the Kingdom of Locke may be forcibly tied to the Holy See, the chariot of endless killing.

Thinking of this, Yorkshire didn't care about his identity anymore, and interjected: "No, Your Excellency the Baron is neither a magician nor a priest. This kind of alien has extremely powerful negative power. Those who are not determined After approaching, it often leads to confusion and madness, and the Baron cannot agree."

Is he worried that Allen will really be affected? To be honest, it has nothing to do with him whether the waste material lord dies or not, but this is a big deal. If it really develops in the worst direction, it may even affect the entire Kingdom of Locke in the future. the future of man.

An outpost county church brought a lot of pain to those innocent civilians. He couldn't imagine what kind of disaster it would be if the Locke Kingdom was forcibly tied to the chariot of the Holy See.

Sometimes he also thought about it. Everyone in the kingdom knew that the Grand Duke was not a small-minded person. Was it really just because of a joke that he was assigned to the outpost county, or did it have other far-reaching meanings?
But he couldn't think of the answer. If he was to be the nanny of the Grand Duke's youngest son, he couldn't think of what talent he had. He was not a magician, and he didn't know martial arts, and his ability was not the best choice.

If he was to supervise the frontline battle situation in the outpost county, he didn't have that much right to speak. Besides, even if there was a large-scale enemy invasion, the garrison of Frontier Fort could arrive overnight, and it had nothing to do with him.

"Old Yue, you know a lot, hey, who said no, I'm not a priest, how can I purify this thing?" Allen said with a smile: "You should keep this kind of ghost thing from the alien plane by yourself. Let’s go, I won’t read, the maid at home is still cooking soup, it’s getting late, goodbye.”

Wood smiled and didn't continue to persuade.

Alan pulled Yorkshire and turned around and left. Although he didn't understand why the bishop wanted him to keep the dragon's eggs, he didn't believe the nonsense that the Holy Father whispered at all, so it was better to leave early.

He thought that if the Holy Father could really whisper, he would definitely not talk about it, but directly entrusted the dream to the people of the Holy See: That boy Allen is a counterfeit from another world, and he is an atheist, go to me and kill him
Watching Alan's leaving back, Wood shook his head in disappointment.

The rhetoric just now was just something he said on the spur of the moment with an attitude of giving it a try, to see if he could fool the idiot of the Grand Duke's family. In a few days, the Holy See will come and the senior priest will purify the egg.

Allen, who returned to the market, scolded to himself: "Damn, do you think I'm stupid, use me as a robbed, think I'll be fooled, I look so stupid.b?"

Yorkshire nodded unnaturally.

But he still glanced at Allen with relief.

It seems that this guy is not so stupid as to be hopeless, just about to praise a few words, he found that the other party's eyes were attracted by a half-grown child.

Allen stared fixedly at a child not far away. The child was dirty all over and wore a loose robe that leaked air. The cold autumn wind made his face flushed from the cold. It's a pony carriage, and the messy face makes it impossible to tell whether it's a boy or a girl.

The pony dragged a cart of stone bricks and stood still. No matter what the child tried to persuade him, he would not move forward. The child sat on the ground weakly, crying sadly. No one around the pedestrians stopped to help, and hurried away as if I have long been used to it.

Yorkshire also felt a little sad when he saw this scene, but there was nothing he could do. All the people in the county were like this. There was no comfortable house and no future to look forward to. The bloody church, because this is the border of the kingdom, because there are always invaders trying to break in.

Allen walked forward silently, and said to the child with a cold expression: "You are so dirty all over, does your family know? Get out of here quickly, and don't block my way."

Yorkshire clenched his fists. He regretted blocking Wood's proposal just now. Why didn't all such goddamn nobles die.

The child looked at Allen innocently, finally stood up silently, wiped away his tears and moved aside.

"Master, I've changed my mind. You can continue to sit there and cry." After speaking, Allen turned around and walked back.

Yorkshire didn't hide the anger on his face this time, Allen said coldly: "Put away your cheap sympathy."

After walking a few steps, Allen suddenly turned around and shouted to Yorkshire, "Let's go? What are you doing there?"

"What? Where are you going?" Yorkshire didn't know why, and just now facing Alan's indifferent expression, he felt a palpitation for no reason.

"Go to the church!" Allen pointed to the child just now, and asked suspiciously: "Don't you not understand what the church is doing? Don't you, brother, you still want to lie to me with this kind of acting?"

Looking at Alan's handsome and resolute face, Yorkshire was a little absent-minded.

(End of this chapter)