son-in-law of blood

Chapter 87 Blasphemer

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"Heron! Where are you putting your hand!"

"Mistake error..."

"What's on you? Why is it so hard?"

"Uh... the dagger I carry with me is for self-defense!"

"Why is it still so hot?"

"Uh uh, I just tempered it with Dou Qi..."

"what……"

"You...you are disgusting!"

"Don't...don't, show mercy!"

"Ah~"

……

"Your Excellency, what's wrong with your leg?" In the early morning, Truman looked at the limping Hellen and asked curiously.

Xiron squeezed a wry smile on his face, and said, "Hehe, I had leg cramps last night, okay, let's hurry up and try to reach Bowang Village before tonight."

"Oh." Truman turned around and packed his bags without doubting him.

At this time, Hepburn, who was pretty and blushing, also walked out of the tent step by step.

With a quick glance at Helen, Hepburn quickly lowered her head.

"Hey...yes...sorry, I didn't do it on purpose...does it hurt...I will never do this next time..." Hepburn sounded like a gnat, carefully moved to Hellen's side, lowered her eyelids, Grabbing the placket with both hands, apologetic.

Helen raised her head slightly, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and held back her tears...

Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I... I really hurt...

Hearing the girl's sincere apology, Xillen couldn't complain any more, and waved his hand righteously: "It's okay, I can still stand it!"

"Mr. Hearon, we are getting ready to go!"

Truman's urging voice was heard not far away, and Hearon glanced at Hepburn resentfully, and limped towards the carriage.

Hepburn on the side stuck out her tongue when she saw this, and quickly walked two steps forward to help Hellen.

After such a moderate episode, the group of three started on the road again.

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"A thousand gold ranks?!"

……

Monarchy, divine right.

Since ancient times, they have been the two big mountains that have weighed on the heads of ordinary people in the Gods Continent.

The former is driven physically, ordering the people at the bottom to abide by the way of the monarch and ministers.

The latter directly enslaves the spirit and poisons the mind.

However, the empire has a vast territory, and the state machinery that guarantees the monarchy is often inadequate. At this time, the spiritually invincible theocracy will easily gain the upper hand.

Especially for a small and remote village like Bowang Village.

When the spokesmen of the state machine fail, or disdain to extend their minions into this barren and backward land, the Church of Dawn, which represents the supreme theocracy, will stain their flesh like a wild cat that smells fishy. Hands full of evil, slowly stretched out to these ignorant villagers.

"One thousand gold ranks! Master Priest, our entire village of Bowang Village doesn't have 10 gold ranks in a year's combined income?" sound.

Standing opposite the village chief was a bald, slightly fat priest in white robes, followed by a few men who looked like hooligans.

Priest and thug, a unique pairing.

However, these ignorant villagers did not dare to raise the slightest objection to this, because those gangsters were holding bare swords in their hands!
With the arrogance and cunning of low-level officials who suddenly have a little power but have nowhere to release it, wishing everyone in the world knew about it, the third-rank priest Miles Adrian snorted coldly, and said arrogantly:
"No money? If you don't have money, what are you doing with our Chenxi Church? Don't you know that time is very precious, sir!"

"This……"

"What is this! A group of untouchables have lost so much time and energy for us, can you afford compensation!"

Miles raised his tone, and his fierce aura frightened the villagers even more so that they didn't dare to look directly at him.

The atmosphere suddenly froze. Looking at the priest who was suddenly furious, all the villagers looked at each other with fear on their faces, their eyes intertwined, trying to find a little comfort from each of them.

These honest villagers who have been dealing with loess and mud all their lives never knew:

The warmth of the morning sun will only be given to those nobles who are willing to pay the salary of the morning sun; the sun cannot shine on every corner of the world, because the light can only appear brighter against the darkness!

"Yes... sorry, we... we don't need your help..."

The village chief hesitated for a long time to hold back these words.

"What?"

With a long ending, Miles took a few steps forward, grabbed the village chief's collar with one hand with his thick and powerful right arm, and said viciously:

"You blasphemer! There are clearly undead creatures here, and our Dawn Church came to help, but you refused the door. Could it be that you are with them! You rebellious of the human race, do you want to be burned? ! Do you want to be judged by the goddess?"

The old village chief trembled like chaff, blasphemy!Such a heinous crime, how can he, an ordinary villager, bear it?After Miles spoke a few words, the poor old man immediately knelt down in fright:
"Master Mingjian, master, how could I collude with those terrible creatures, I am wronged!"

With a muffled grunt, after satisfying a twisted and perverted psychology, Miles loosened the collar of the old village chief, clapped his hands, and squinted: "Do you still need our help now?"

The old village chief took a few breaths, stood up tremblingly with the support of the other villagers, and tremblingly said: "Need...need, but...but Mr. Pastor, we really don't have that much money... ..."

"Okay, seeing how pitiful you all are, my master, I will show my kindness. Don't you still have so many cows and sheep in your village? They are all sold off. You can make up a hundred or so gold ranks anyway, you guys Let’s piece it together again, and handing over 200 gold ranks will be considered as our reward for this shot.”

As soon as Miles' voice stopped, not only the old village chief, but also the villagers gathered beside him immediately shouted.

For these farmers and villagers, those cattle and sheep are most of their lives. At this time, it is related to their own vital interests, and they finally started to scream desperately.

Miles grinned and waved his hand, and the dogs behind him immediately understood, with cruel smiles on their faces, brandishing their swords and surrounding the noisy villagers.

"Let me see who has an opinion? What's the matter, don't you all like to contribute to the Goddess of Dawn? Do you all want to blaspheme?" Miles threatened sharply.

When their own interests are violated, most people will do their best, but when they really want to do it, not many people dare to do it.

Looking at the shining sword, the villagers retreated.

Miles smiled softly, and was not surprised by the scene in front of him. How dare these little villagers in the valley go against the pastor of his imposing church.

Miles laughed a few times triumphantly, secretly thinking that he really did not come in vain today.

My colleagues who think they are smart, when they heard that they were going to go on a mission in this poor valley with no shops for ten miles, they all pushed back and forth, and no one was willing to go, but he, Miles, was a reasonable person.

The so-called wealth is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it, it will always be there.No matter how dry the sponge is, as long as the strength is in place, it will still squeeze out a drop and a half.

Just as Miles was secretly praising his wit, an untimely voice sounded from behind Miles!
"Stop it all! Who are you?"

　Thanks to the "God of Books and Evaluation God" students for their rewards!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)