Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

That was considered an act of depravity.

But slaves are not human beings.

……

Haraman smiled and invited Weiwei into the church's reception room, and made her a cup of cold tea. The cold air that came out indicated that the teapot might be a magic item.

"Miss Dior is coming to the Sinai Desert for the first time."

Weiwei was a little caught off guard by the opening remarks, how did you know this?

Weiwei improvised her acting skills, but tilted her head and looked at Haraman in doubt, without saying anything.

"Hehehe, Miss Dior's approach of pretending to be a local is actually very correct. With the degree of xenophobia of the locals, foreigners from other lands will be bullied miserably... Heh, foreigner, local."

Haraman shook his head, seeing that Weiwei was still pretending to be stupid, he couldn't help but said: "Others may not be able to see it, but I was a professional commercial spy before I became the priest of the goddess, I have to say Your disguise is excellent, but you probably don't have enough time, and I can tell where you are from just listening to your accent."

"You are from the central region of the mainland, right?"

Weiwei opened her mouth, and finally covered her forehead helplessly to hide her embarrassment: "Is there an accent? You have obviously practiced hard."

Haraman sat across from Weiwei. The sofa in the reception room was quite soft, as if it was tanned with the fur of some kind of wild animal.

"Not only the accent, some subconscious movements and habits are very different from the locals. I have spent many years researching it. I have to say that as a mortal, these skills helped me without magic. a lot of."

"I can see that you feel a lot about it."

Weiwei simply flattered, and she noticed that Haramain seemed a little dissatisfied with being just a mortal.

Weiwei is not discouraged when she sees through her disguise, who is not a vtb?

Anyway, I had enough skins, but it was revealed that I was not from the Sinai Desert, and Weiwei was already mentally prepared for this.

The problem is not big.

Haraman was always smiling. He had an ordinary appearance, but he was full of affinity. An ordinary appearance gave people a sense of security.

After going through the so-called so-called social greetings with Weiwei, he has a new understanding of this little girl.

Obviously, the education level is very high, which has exceeded the general level in the central part of the mainland, and her speech and behavior can be called a lady.

Al-Haraman even suspected that she might come from a noble family.

Just thinking about this, Weiwei heard her troubles: "Priest of Haramain, the biggest problem I encountered after coming to the Sinai Desert is the variety of currencies here."

"When conducting large transactions with local merchants in the city-state, it is a headache every time the other party takes out local currency for payment."

"You know, refusing to accept currency is a felony in many city-states, but if we accept these currencies, it means that we can only spend in a fixed few or even one city-state."

As she spoke, Weiwei, who assumed the role, couldn't help but sighed, as if she had encountered these problems in the process of doing business with a businessman's father.

Haramain also shook his head when he heard this: "This is a persistent disease in this area. Perhaps only the intervention of the gods can make a difference. Our church has always provided various currency exchanges. I hope this can help Bran who has just entered the desert. The Du family helped."

"Thank you, I think this will be useful, but I'm afraid I have to come to the church to exchange currency every time I go to and from the city. I'm a little worried about whether the currency stored in the church is enough to exchange..."

"If that happens, I can only ask Miss Dior to wait patiently."

Weiwei sighed: "I really don't know how long the days of warlord rule in the Sinai Desert will last..."

"Maybe ten years, maybe 100 years, anyway, these miser warlords will suffer their retribution sooner or later."

Haraman shrugged, not shy about criticizing the warlord at all. He raised his teacup and took a sip of cold tea, his face full of disdain.

As if to provoke the conversation, Haraman said again: "These warlords think they are special figures, but in fact they just took advantage of the chaos to be favored by fate, and they happen to have some strength to hold on to this achievement."

"It's a pity that most of these people's pursuits have come to an end. Instead of thinking about development, they resorted to military conquest everywhere, and soon perished, so the next lucky one repeated this pitiful scene."

"It's ridiculous that a lot of resources are wasted by this group of fools. Most of the people who currently occupy the Sinai Desert are bandit leaders like these mountain kings."

Haramain sneered and put down his teacup.

Then he apologized: "Sorry, I got a little emotional."

Weiwei shook her head: "It's okay, I think what you said is very reasonable. In fact, I have always had a question. I think Liujin Church's measures to deal with these city-states' obstruction of economy and trade are too gentle. We're actually on the same road."

Haraman was taken aback for a moment, and then fell silent. After a while, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

This silence already says a lot.

"Ah, I almost forgot the business. I have currency from the central part of the mainland. Do you think it can be exchanged for gold coins here?"

Weiwei stuck out her tongue, and changed the subject with a playful look.

Haraman changed back to a smiling face, as if the topic just now hadn't come up.

But Vivi already had the answer.

I am afraid that the real warlords of the Liujin Church are all the way.

Gee.

Feudal slave owners and capitalists united to cut leeks belonged.

Weiwei, whose purpose was not just to save some lycanthropy children, was in trouble.

When the Lord of Dawn said that he wanted to see Weiwei's determination, Weiwei was already thinking about how to change the current situation in the Sinai Desert.

Do you do it yourself?

She had never been so arrogant.

But so far no potential allies have been found, and the conclusions obtained from the initial contact with Liujin Church today are not optimistic.

Alas, what can we do without human allies?

It won't be time to join forces with the blue dragon in the desert, right?

As soon as this idea came up, Weiwei couldn't help but laugh at herself for being whimsical.

What are you daydreaming about?

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The author's words:

(Sorry, the update is late, in fact, I should ask for three days off, because the class is full today)

By the way, Battlefield 2042 garbage game, submerged disease yyds

Chapter 183 Chapter 178 Prelude

Time flies like an arrow, and the time has come to the three lunar days of the Falling Leaves Moon.

The daytime in the Sinai Desert did not become cooler because of this. The sun seemed to be punishing people, scorching the earth as always.

In the death row area of ​​the No. [-] Prison in Taosha City, the Beastmen waited for their next fate in the sweltering cells.

It was unbearably hot during the day and freezing cold at night. The extreme temperature difference and the poor crowded prison environment became the biggest obstacles to the survival of the lycanthropists.

The prison provides almost no protection, a few pieces of blackened hard bread and a small amount of water every day is the limit.

Even if their physique is far superior to that of their peers after becoming a beast, if there is no assistance, before the ogre eats them, the harsh environment is enough to cause some people to die miserably.

The food, water, and medicine sent by Vivi saved the lycanthropy from dying in prison.

Looking at Gina who was alive and kicking again, Lei Nuo was full of gratitude to this unknown helper.

Gina is playing with a lingering mouse. With feline features, she especially likes this kind of little thing running around. Human reason allows her to grasp the speed very well and prevent herself from swallowing the mouse. middle.

These mice have helped them a lot, and they can be regarded as one of the saviors.

With enough food and water, and companions around her, Gina felt from the bottom of her heart that prison life was not so bad.

As long as we can be together, any difficulty can be overcome.

A few more mice emerged from the corner of the prison, and they squeaked and called, and the mouse that was playing with Gina just now slipped away.

"Go away..."

Gina watched the mouse leave disappointedly, feeling bored for a while.

She looked up at the boy with wolf ears beside her, and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Brother Renault, why can we go out?"

Renault squatted down, his eyes were at the same level as Gina, and he squeezed out a little smile: "Soon...someone will come to rescue us soon."

"Is it the kind person who keeps bringing us delicious food and passing us small notes?" Gina couldn't help licking her tongue when she mentioned this.

"Ah."

"What's the name of that kind man?"

"She didn't tell us, but soon we will be able to meet him."

"I think he must be very good-looking. Dad always said that kind people... are beautiful!"

Lei Nuo laughed and said: "What the old man said is don't judge people by their appearance. A kind person is beautiful inside. How do you understand it like this?"

"Eh? Is that so?"

Gina was taken aback, feeling her worldview shaken.

"Stop talking, I heard the fat man's footsteps."

The girl Ymir with pink hair and fox ears suddenly stood up vigilantly and issued a reminder.

Accompanied by the protracted creaking sound, the ears of the lycanthropists moved, and they knew that the iron gate of the passage to the death row had been opened.

Soon, a fat man in light cloth armor came here holding his nose.

He glanced at the lycanthropy in the cell with disgust, as if breathing the air here might infect him with the curse of lycanthropy.

Walking up to the cell with great power, he counted the lycanthrope children in the cell. The fat jailer was surprised to find that all the lycanthropes were alive and well.

"Not one of them died..."

He is full of energy and looks good. Apart from his dirty body, he is not much different from before he was imprisoned.

From this point of view, the curse of the lycanthropy is still beneficial, at least it gave this group of beast-blood hybrids the same vitality as wild beasts.

Facing the hostile gaze of the lycanthropy man, Fatty felt a little guilty. If he was bitten, he would have no money to pay for the three-ring magic spell, and he would have to borrow again...

Thinking of this, the fat jailer became vicious, and waved his hand to let the skeleton guards around him go in to control these lycanthropes.

The skeleton guards opened the cell and entered silently. The short weapons they carried were quite deadly, which was convenient for indoor combat.

The younger lycanthropist children burst into fury, and prostrated themselves on the ground like wild beasts, whining threateningly.

"Everyone, don't be impulsive...it will be fine."

The wolf-eared boy Lei Nuo hurriedly comforted his restless younger siblings. Even though he had told everyone to keep calm in advance, the lycanthrope children did not have enough self-control to control their restless animal nature.

He knew very well that in the event of a conflict, this fat man would definitely bear the pressure from above and ask the skeleton guards to kill all the lycanthropes.

Afterwards, the fat man would at most be punished and scolded.

But if he is bitten by a lycanthropy, he will bear a considerable debt.

The fat guard nodded approvingly: "It's pretty honest...Tie them up, and if you dare to resist, cut off the limbs of these guys. Anyway, even if one or two ingredients die within today, the warden will not care about it." gone."

Foodstuff.

The word deeply humiliates lycanthropes.

Although Lei Nuo had already learned about the prison's plan through Weiwei's note, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth when he heard the fat man casually describe them as food.

The only thing the skeleton guards used to tie the lycanthropy was hemp rope, and the fat man didn't know if it could restrain the legendary lycanthropy.

The fat man cursed the boss who sold the shackles in his heart, while staring nervously at the obediently bound lycanthropy.

If there is a change, he doesn't mind asking the skeleton guards to kill these humanoid beasts under punishment.

Gina cringed as she watched the skeleton guards tie herself tightly, her small face turned pale with fear.

Lei Nuo looked at Gina worriedly, for fear that she would be stressed because of this. Beastization not only gained the advantages of animals, but also inherited the disadvantages of animals.

It's a curse.

……

Perhaps, for a young dragon who has no strength to rob, it is a good choice to work in the private coin mine of the dracolich.