In a short time, the pickets caught dozens of serfs and illegal border crossers. Because there were too many people to fit in the cage, the instructors tied the hands of the prisoners with ropes, tied them in a long line like animals, and drove them forward.
Because Auster had no identity documents and teased the picket soldiers, he was imprisoned without any surprise and was regarded as a gangster and was about to be sent to the workhouse. Listening to the comments of others, it is the same as the institution of the same name that Auster knew, it is an inhumane hard labor prison;
It is said to be a relief for the poor, but in fact the treatment is low, the accommodation is crowded, the food is poor, and people are separated by age and gender, causing families to be broken up and flesh and blood separated. Moreover, they forcibly arranged heavy work for the detainees. They said it was a "workhouse" but was actually a "labor house." Once inside, you are not allowed to leave or receive visitors without the permission of the supervisor. No matter how you look at it, it is a big prison. No one wanted to go to the workhouse except as a last resort.
Oster was tied up in the middle of the team. He had just been out for three or four days when he successively changed jobs and became a homeless man and a prisoner in a labor camp. He was transported into a world where it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to live. In comparison, the 996 in the previous life is so nostalgic.
The instructor thought the prisoner was walking too slowly, so he picked up a whip and started whipping him, causing wailing and wailing. Seeing this, the Paladin drove his horse over and warned his men, "These slaves belong to Lord Vishak and are to serve the church. Unless necessary, the assets of the Holy Light must not be destroyed."
Seeing the instructor hurriedly lowering his head to admit his mistake, Oster thought to himself, this knight captain cannot be said to be particularly bad, it is just a matter of duty. At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the team, and the team slowed down and gradually stopped.
Auster looked in the direction where the paladin drove his horse, and saw an old man with gray hair falling to the ground, holding one foot and groaning.
Through the gap in the crowd, I could see the old man's skinny leg twisted at a terrible angle, swollen, and obviously broken. It was probably because he was too weak after a long journey, and after being brought down, he was unable to escape with his hands tied, and was trampled by the people behind him.
All the prisoners were tied together with ropes, making it impossible for the team to move forward. The paladin dismounted, walked over, waved his hand and ordered his men to open the lock, untied the rope from the old man's hand and took it to the open space aside. Then let the old man kneel on the ground, stand up straight and recite the holy words, and the light gradually gathers in the armor-covered palm.
Oster was very surprised. Was he going to release the Holy Light spell? This was the first time he had witnessed a healing spell up close. He had already passed out when Solarius treated him last time. How does magic work?
At this moment, a holy fire fell from the sky and hit the old man's head. Before the old man could make a sound, his whole body was enveloped in fierce flames, burned, shrunk, collapsed, and finally turned into a puddle of ashes.
[Holy Light Judgment, Fire Specialization, Spell Level 5, Type Holy/Fire, with additional burnout effect. 】
Oster's eyes were filled with fire, he held his breath and was speechless. Only then did he realize what kind of era he had come to.
The Paladin looked around and said to his subordinates, "Remember, you must know how to clean up negative assets in time. We are servants of the Holy Light and must always ensure that the interests of the Supreme Lord are maximized."
The instructors dug a deep pit beside the road, smashed the old man's body into pieces with swords, and buried it in the pit. The tied prisoners were eerily silent for a moment, and no one dared to make a sound.
Before nightfall, the knight captain left with most of the training soldiers, probably rushing to the next waiting point. Only three instructors were left to escort the prisoners.
When the team reached a post station, the sky turned completely dark, and the instructor ordered the prisoners to gather under the thatched shed to rest. The dark prisoners sat on the small ground, huddled together like ants.
On the road to Oster, I secretly picked up a stone and took the opportunity to break it into two pieces. I sat there and sharpened the sharp angle of the fracture for a long time, and then gradually peeled away the rope that bound my hands.
He raised his head and looked around. The guards were patrolling in three directions. Oster was in the middle of the crowd. If he moved rashly, he would definitely be caught.
Although all the prisoners were tied together with ropes, it was too arrogant to have three people guarding dozens of people. Isn’t this consistent with the scenes in those historical stories that we were familiar with in the previous life, where people gathered to cheer up and respond?
After thinking about it, Oster came up with a plan and started shouting. A trainer who looked like a small boss heard the sound and came over impatiently and said, "What are you doing? Are you itchy?"
Oster groaned and said, "I have a stomachache and I need to relieve myself."
The instructor yawned and said, "Stop it right there and pull it off your crotch."
Oster rolled around and said, "Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Do you know what 'relieving yourself' means? You're still pulling down your crotch. Do you want to show off first?"
The instructor was scolded so hard that he no longer felt sleepy. "Hey, boy, I think you don't want to live anymore!"
As he spoke, he pulled out the sword from his waist, separated the prisoners and went straight to Auster. Hearing the movement, the other two instructors also looked this way.
The opportunity was just a split second. When the leader of the training soldiers came closer, Oster suddenly threw the sand in his hand onto his face. When the latter screamed and covered his eyes, he quickly rushed up and grabbed it. long sword;
The incident happened suddenly, and the other two instructors rushed over in time. Oster had already grabbed the little boss by the back of his collar and put his sword across his neck.
In an instant, the situation was reversed. Fortunately, the humans in this world have very strong and agile bodies; Oster was already considered thin. If he had the body of a social animal that lacked exercise in the previous life of Wu Lian, he would never be able to do so smoothly.
Oster loudly yelled at the other two instructors not to move, otherwise they would wipe their necks. The latter were shocked and stopped and did not dare to act rashly.
Next, the next step can be carried out logically; Oster shouted to the prisoners in the inn, asking them to seize the instructor's sword, cut the rope and regain their freedom.
In the history of the previous life, countless uprisings and riots occurred in this way. As long as one person dared to come forward, the fragile order would no longer exist.
However, unexpectedly, after shouting for a long time, the prisoners raised their heads to look at him, then lowered their heads, and no one responded.
Oster was greatly surprised and shouted again, "What's wrong with you? Why are you still in a daze? There are so many of you, but there are only three of them. Each one of you was stoned to death! As long as you run out, you will be free!"
There was still no response for a long time, and few even raised their heads this time. The prisoners and slaves were silent, as if they could not see or hear the confrontation here. The kidnapped leader of the training soldiers laughed out loud;
"Freedom? Are you okay with your head? In the land illuminated by the Holy Light, whether they are the lord's own pickets, the king's guards or responsible civilians, they are obliged to arrest escaped slaves and prisoners on the spot when they encounter them. And obtain rewards in accordance with the law, this is the sacred right and mission given to every citizen by the Holy Light. If you run away again, where can you escape to?"
Auster raised his sword an inch, put it against the leader's throat, and scolded, "Who told you to talk nonsense? Be careful, I will destroy you!"
The leader disagreed and continued, "Besides, you made a mistake. You don't think that just a few dozen untouchable sinners can fight against the servants of the Holy Light, do you?"
At this time, Oster suddenly noticed that the palm of a trainer on the opposite side was flashing with light and he was secretly casting a spell. He urgently tried to suppress the edge of his sword but it was too late;
A spell was cast on the kidnapped leader, and the huge force pushed Oster out half a meter. He suddenly became unstable and fell to the ground. The long sword also fell out of hand and was caught in the air by the leader of the training soldiers.
[Power Word·Shield, spell level 1, type holy, absorbs damage, increases collision range. 】
The leader of the training soldiers was covered with a floating spherical light film, the golden light shimmering, and the light was particularly dazzling in the night.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Auster rolled on the spot to avoid the sword swing from the leader, then got into the crowd and fled;
A hero doesn't want to suffer any immediate disadvantages. It's dark, the opponent has no cavalry, and they have to guard the prisoners. He has the advantage of foot strength, so he can escape first.
However, seeing that he could not catch up, the leader shouted an order, "In the name of the Holy Light, those who apprehend fugitives will have their sentences reduced."
Oster secretly screamed, then he tripped over several pairs of hands tied with ropes, and was pinned firmly to the ground. Looking at the serfs and prisoners who had gathered around him, he was a little disbelieving; no way, it would be fine if he didn't resist, but he still obeyed the orders of the tormentor with all his heart. Why are people in this world so servile?
Behind him, the leader of the training soldiers was flashing with dazzling golden light, and the prisoners on the side knelt down to worship, chanting holy words in their mouths. The leader said triumphantly;
"Have you seen it? In this world, the Holy Light is the absolute truth and power. It's so ridiculous that the untouchables actually want to rebel against the God who created them!"
Oster, who could not move, looked around. There were pairs of eyes that couldn't see a glimmer of hope. He suddenly realized a dark truth;
——It’s not servility, it’s just the way this world is.
In the world of the previous life, the basis for the princes and generals to be kind was that there was no difference in strength and wisdom between people. Wealth comes from the creation of the people, power comes from the grant of the people, and all oppression is based on lies;
In this life, God created this magical world, which was unfair to every individual from the beginning. The church possesses the divine power of the Holy Light, the feudal lord has the divine right to rule, and the Archmage can destroy thousands of mortals with just a flick of his finger. What's more, there are those incarnations of true gods that have unlimited lifespan, infinite power, and can be quickly resurrected even if they are killed.
The superior ones do not need or care about the existence and labor of civilians; let alone resistance, mortals can only live because of the gift of the Holy Light;
In such a world, there is no fairness and justice at all. Oster's heart was filled with despair and he slowly closed his eyes.
At this time, a ray of light caught his eyes, and a character appeared in front of him out of thin air;
[Wrong, this is a lie. The Holy Light is a form of magical energy, created by nature rather than creating nature. The strength of power only depends on the amount of resources, and the vast majority of resources are created by mortals. 】
