After about a few days, Mansha finally understood what this emotion was.
The girl that Yin Lian brought that day was a slave girl who was trafficked from a small city controlled by a church in the mainland to the capital of the sages. There are many such people in the Capital of the Ancients. Although the Capital of the Ancients is not a paradise, the cities controlled by the church are actually more like hell to many people.
It is inevitable for a church that has lasted for thousands of years to harbor dirt and evil. When power expands to a certain level, there will always be many moths clinging to this fat branch to survive.
Although Mansha has always known these things in his heart and does not agree with them, his belief is firm and he believes that all these are only temporary. He even felt that...if a commoner was punished by the church, then he must have done something wrong and violated the doctrine, but he didn't know it.
But Yin Lian chose to bring the girl to him and let the girl tell Mansha a story.
The girl tells her own story.
The story she told was mainly about how an ordinary small businessman ran a trade and lived a happy life with his family. Later, he accidentally salvaged a sunken ship during a maritime trade and became rich overnight. For this reason, he was favored by the priests of the Poseidon Church. The story of persecution, the whole family was accused, and the family was destroyed.
The girl was the daughter of the sea merchant. Her parents died tragically, and her younger brother was later abused to death. Only she survived because of her youthful beauty. She became a slave and was tortured repeatedly. In the end, she lost her uniqueness. After the beauty of the young girl, she was sold as the lowest slave to the city of sages.
This story is ordinary and no different from the tragedies that have happened everywhere in the world since ancient times. If there is anything outstanding, it is the girl who told this story to Mansha. Every bit of what she said was what really happened to her.
Her grief was filled with the deep-seated resentment and hatred of the gods. In the end, if the hateful eyes had power, they might be able to tear apart the fence that separates the two sides, and even tear apart Mansha's flesh.
No matter how powerful a warrior is, he cannot remain indifferent in the face of such deep-seated hatred.
Mansha may not be wise or penetrating, but a big shot like him who can become the commander of the Second Legion of the Holy City still has the basic ability to distinguish between lies and truth. Faced with such a pitiful girl without any offensive power, faced with such strong feelings and hatred, he couldn't help but take a step back.
He may be indifferent to Yin Lian's beauty, but as a devout knight, integrity, kindness, bravery, and loyalty are the qualities he once swore to protect. Maybe not many people believed in these oaths at this time, but Mansha really thought about keeping these promises to the gods.
For real knights, it is never the beauty of the witch that touches them, but the cries and cries of the weak.
So when faced with such a girl, even though Mansha knew that he should refute and reprimand the other girl for being a messenger of the devil, he could not do that at all when facing the other girl's heart-rending voice.
Because the girl in front of her has lost everything.
"Why does God indulge those evil people!? Why does God choose such people as His representatives!? I don't understand!" The girl held her face in her hands, and her entire face almost began to distort, "We have never missed a service. .My father is kind to everyone, my mother is hardworking and kind...My brother is only four years old! He doesn’t understand anything! What fault can he have!?"
During her years as a slave, the girl had apparently lost her last vestiges of trust in God and the Church.
With tears in her eyes, she asked Mansha hoarsely: "Tell me! God doesn't actually exist at all, right!? They are actually made up by evil people like you to rob our property and turn us into slaves. A lie, right!?”
Mansha wanted to say: No! no! God is there...but not just anyone can represent God’s will.
Then he saw Yin Lian reaching out and gently holding the girl into his arms, and then said: "Don't cry, God exists. That's why you are here at this moment. All the pain you have experienced is just a kind of pain." Suffering, but in the end it will lead you to the kingdom of God. Your father, mother, brother... In the end you will meet somewhere and have a happy life again."
The girl hugged Yin Lian tightly, started to cry hard, and asked: "Really...is it possible?"
"meeting!"
Mansha watched helplessly as the witch seduced the believers, but could not say anything. When he knew that Yin Lian was about to leave the dungeon with his people, he firmly grabbed the railing of the dungeon and yelled at the girl: "The Church of Poseidon*... That is just a problem of individual churches and has nothing to do with the gods. of!"
But Yin Lian turned around and smiled at him with a meaningful expression.
She agreed with Mansha's words in a subtle tone: "The church on earth is the church on earth."
Mansha let go of his grip on the railing, sat weakly on the ground, and covered his face with his palms.
From that day on, Yin Lian would bring someone to Mansha every few days and tell him a "story". Peasants whose families were ruined, lame old soldiers, women who lost their husbands and children... Mansha simply didn't know where Yin Lian found so many characters with similar but different experiences.
But he couldn't find any falsehood or pretense in the expressions of these people. Even if he tried to ask and question the other party, the answers given by these poor people were completely consistent with their identities and experiences, so that Mansha could not find any forged evidence.
And that drove him crazy.
Until this day, he unexpectedly discovered that the person accompanied by Yin Lian was not any old, weak, sick or disabled person, but a man who looked like he was in his prime, and a man wearing a mage's robe.
Mansha didn't know what Yin Lian wanted to do.
The man put down his hood.
After seeing the man's appearance, Mansha couldn't help but open his eyes wide with a surprised expression.
He always felt that he had seen the man in front of him before, but he couldn't remember exactly when. But I heard the man opposite smiled at Mansha and called, "Long time no see, Mansha."
Yin Lian actually did not expect that he could find a former saint in the capital of sages, or a former saint who was a knight of the church. But it’s not surprising if you think about it carefully. After all, the two biggest hostile forces in the world are the Church and the Magic Association. Compared to the closedness and strictness of the Church, the Magic Association is much more open and free, so the losers expelled by the Order will It's not surprising at all to join the Magic Association.
She threw Mansha to the former saint and let the two of them have a good chat, but she entered an alchemy shop and said to the shopkeeper: "How is it?"
"Although the mask was made according to His Highness's wishes, without seeing the person in person, there is no way to determine whether it is similar enough."
Yin Lian took the mask and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then he pointed at a few subtle points and asked the alchemist to make modifications, and agreed to come and pick it up next time.
Then when she returned to the temple that day, she saw from a distance that the front of the temple was very busy, and there seemed to be many people surrounding it. Yin Lian was stunned for a moment, and then saw a girl in armor rushing towards her with tears streaming down her face, shouting: "Your Highness!"
Yin Lian was startled and quickly stepped aside to avoid being hit by the heavy armor and dying. As a result, the girl couldn't catch up quickly and staggered forward several steps.
She turned around and said aggrievedly: "Your Highness!"
Yin Lian smiled at her and said, "Sorry, I'm afraid of getting hit. Anji, your armor looks so heavy, and I always feel that it will hurt if I get hit."
After hearing this, Anji said, "I'm not tired!" Then she looked at Yin Lian, tried her best to smile but shed tears, and said, "Because I want to protect His Highness well this time after we meet again. Let you protect us in turn."
Yin Lian was silent for a moment, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Then behind her, a priest in white walked up. The young priest Dale still looked the same as before. He knelt down beside Yin Lian, with a smile on his face, and made an extremely humble but pious salute.
Yin Lian led him to stand up.
The arrival of Dale, Anji and others finally gave Yin Lian enough and obedient manpower. Especially Dale, as the priest that Yin Lian spent many years training and training, he is respectful and pious enough for both Ms. Fengsheng and Yin Lian, and has no reservations about other waiters.
And this makes Yin Lian quite relieved.
It was also around this time that the potatoes that the farmers had planted earlier were also ripe. Someone came to ask Yin Lian when he was going to recycle the potatoes - Yin Lian asked someone to count the number of companies that wanted to sell the potatoes back to him. As a result, about 80% of the farmers hoped that Yin Lian could buy back the potato fruits on hand, while only about 20% expressed their trust in the divine messenger, willing to save the potato fruits and continue to follow Master Lian to learn how to grow and eat these grains. .
Yin Lian was mentally prepared for the fact that some people would want her to buy back the potatoes, but she was a little dissatisfied that so many people didn't know the goods. But she still kept a smile, and with the help of a group of warriors and waiters, she took back all the potatoes, and then announced to everyone that the Spring Harvest Festival would be held later.
Free food, free soup, and bonfire dances that lasted late into the night.
Although many people are afraid of so-called potatoes, the announcement of the festival still attracted many people. With the help of the waiters and adventurers, Yin Lian began to make food using various materials collected in the spring. The practical value of potatoes is wider than that of breadfruit. On the one hand, Yin Lian processed them into steamed buns, noodles, rice noodles and other foods. On the other hand, he also made some dishes and made more than a dozen ways to make them popular. Jaw-dropping.
Then before the harvest festival started, she found a mage who was similar in body shape to Mansha and asked him to wear it.
