59
The day begins with an execution.
Su Yun woke up at six o'clock in the morning, and the noisy sound had been carried from the ground to the high tower by the wind. Su Yun looked out of the window and saw a crude stake in the open space in front of the church.
People came and went, and in just a quarter of an hour, the open space was filled with people. They stood around the stake, and they had similar expressions on their faces, seeming to be numb, and somewhat like fear.
There was a knock on the door, and Julia walked into Su Yun's room. Today he was not wearing a mask or gloves, but only a black robe, with his long silver hair tied up behind his head. Julia's hair color was very beautiful, and when the light was strong, it always reminded Su Yun of the color of his eyes.
Julia walked to the other side of the window sill, close to Su Yun. He smiled: "My God, did you sleep well last night? Did these humans disturb you?"
Su Yun was now used to opening his eyes when the sun rose. He shook his head and looked at the crowd in the square: "Are they... going to execute the witch?"
Julia nodded: "Yes, the plague has spread outside the city, and people are panicking."
As if to prove what Julia said, the crowd in the square gradually became agitated. Several strong men dragged a thin woman in. Su Yun could clearly see everyone's expressions on the high tower, and he could also clearly hear everyone's voices. He was a little surprised to find that the stagnant crowd was boiling at this moment.
The people in the square naturally made way for them. Their numb expressions were soon covered up by resentment and excitement, and the crowd began to curse the women and throw dirty things at them.
When the woman was tied to the stake, her head was already bleeding.
Hundreds of mouths opened and closed, as if everyone was cursing the witch at the same time. However, judging from Su Yun's eyes, this woman was no different from the people who were judging her - maybe a little? After all, compared to the others, this woman's soul was slightly brighter.
"People's spiritual world needs sustenance, and their beliefs tell them that everything will be fine, but the fact is that they cannot overcome any natural or man-made disasters, so what is the cause? This requires a culprit." Julia smiled gently, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"So people looked for the weakest individuals among their fellows, the ones whose killing would not affect their labor force... but suffering would
It's a pity to polish the soul. Although it is still presentable, the soul of this "witch" is not qualified to become a divine servant. "
Su Yun was silent. The scene in front of him reminded him subconsciously of the plot about Julia in the game. Although Julia was a "warlock", she had also experienced being executed as a witch. Would this setting in his mind have any impact on Julia herself?
Su Yun wanted to ask, but the question he finally asked was: "They are all the same individuals. How do humans identify witches from a group of normal women?"
Julia bowed slightly. "This is about the standards set by humans themselves. It's really interesting that humans believe in the standards of priests and exorcists."
Since there is no essential difference, the reason for conviction is doomed to be a false proposition, and the identifiers can use the worst excuses to judge witches, such as slander and abuse of power.
A woman who floats when thrown into water is a witch, while a woman who drowns in water is not a witch; the characteristic of a witch is that she has an evil mole on her body, which will bleed if you poke it, but some witch moles are invisible; witches don't shed tears, and a woman who doesn't shed tears is a witch, and even if a woman cries, it must be the work of the devil...
Under such a standard of identification, who is innocent?
The woman in the square was obviously convicted; she was tied to a pillar and firewood was piled at her feet. The fuel was provided voluntarily by the people, as if by contributing to the burning they could be spared from the plague outside the city.
There were also many people dressed as soldiers and knights in the crowd. They would follow their lord to war soon, so it was no wonder that they mixed in with the crowd. Compared with ordinary people, they should pray for more things, such as not to die on the battlefield.
A man dressed as a leader stood in front of the stake and prayed loudly. He was a wandering exorcist who would get a little reward from the locals for each witch he expelled. He used "Hammer of Witches" as a guide and had many years of experience. He was accustomed to using various methods to cleverly find hidden witches and then make these cunning women who had sex with the devil pay the price for their sins.
The professional raised the torch high and threw it onto the pile of wood. The crowd then cheered so loudly that it completely drowned out the cries of the tortured woman.
The flames eventually engulfed the so-called "witch," turning her into a flaming torch.
Gradually, the woman's wailing disappeared, leaving only the charred corpse and the celebrating crowd.
When the woman's gray soul gradually rose, the trial finally ended.
Julia held out her hand to the soul, and the tiny speck of light fell into his hand, and in an instant the life of this woman was exposed to the eyes of devils and gods, and there was nothing good to say about it.
"Most people in this world are like this. Their souls are bound by their bodies, and individuals are controlled by the group. They can never escape the trajectory of the group. The rules are that they cannot escape the framework. My God, these are your creations..."
Julia paused here, and nodded slightly to Su Yun, as if apologizing for her inappropriate wording, with ripples in her purple eyes: "They are nothing worth loving, don't you think?"
Su Yun took the woman's soul from Julia's hand and asked calmly: "But... Julia, aren't you my creation?"
The man who always remained serious and rational in front of Su Yun suddenly laughed. At this moment, his slightly closed purple eyes were full of charm: "Yes - my father God, me, and my brothers, none of us are worthy of your love."
Su Yun looked at Julia in surprise, while Julia pressed her heart with one hand: "We are indeed praying for your love, but you should not give us any response."
All the responses – from Alice’s bite marks to Jasmine’s hugs.
"Your response is the root of all tragedies." Julia said this and suddenly moved closer to Su Yun. At this time, he smiled particularly gently, and there seemed to be twisted pleading and heavy sorrow in his eyes.
Just when Su Yun was stunned for a moment, Julia gently kissed the corner of his eye. It was a touch as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, more like a solemn ceremony than an expression of emotion.
"Why did you promise? Why did you promise? How could you accompany us until the end of everything..." The man with purple eyes murmured to himself, as if he was chanting a poem or mourning, "My God, you should destroy our..."
You should destroy us, or we should destroy you.
60
Isis's army is about to set out.
All the knights belonging to the lord have now been replaced by divine servants, the baggage has been properly loaded onto the vehicles, and everything is ready.
Julia was ordered to stay in a carriage because of her special status as a doctor. Su Yun was also assigned a carriage, but his carriage was very different from Julia's.
It was said that this carriage belonged to the lord, but in fact it was the vehicle that Isis had prepared for her god long ago.
However, Su Yun did not have to ride in a carriage. Isis also prepared horses for him, including horses of various colors, sizes, personalities and genders, which was the greatest romance of a knight.
Su Yun randomly picked a white horse. A forced march was of no importance to him. At this moment, Su Yun was still thinking about what Julia had said to him not long ago.
Miraculously, Su Yun could vaguely understand what Julia wanted to express. At the same time, he instinctively knew that this was Julia's most sincere prayer. The emotions revealed by Julia were just the tip of an iceberg. More love was hidden under the water in a twisted and repressed state.
Su Yun subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction of the pile of baggage. The doctor wearing a bird-beak mask was standing on the steps not far from the carriage. He held a cane in both hands and bowed deeply towards Su Yun. This terrifying yet polite appearance actually looked a bit like the god of death that follows everyone in human mythology.
At this moment, Su Yun seemed to hear Julia's greetings to him.
"Father, we are about to set off!"
A hearty and sunny voice came from not far away. Su Yun turned around and saw the lord waving at him.
Isis came on horseback, carrying a spear on his back, wearing only armor but no helmet, his emerald green eyes sparkled in the sun, and he looked really dazzling, as if he himself was another light source, comparable to the sun in the sky.
Su Yun couldn't help but smile: "Okay."
Isis shared the plans with Father God in an orderly manner: "It will take us about a month to get here. Our destination is Jasmine's territory. Then we will meet up with Alice and Theresa. Anita will only show up after the war is over."
Su Yun nodded: "How long will the war last?"
Isis and Su Yun walked side by side: "It will take a few decades. This time Alice will be my lord in name only. When the war is over, I will change my fiefdom."
“You arranged it this way…”
Su Yun understood that according to the script of the little plagues, Isis's identity this time was a lord, and the lords were divided into nobles of all sizes, and above the nobles were the royal family. A few decades later, Alice, the forced crown prince, would ascend the throne again, and Isis would also make contributions on the battlefield to obtain a larger fiefdom.
Su Yun: "So where is your fiefdom now?"
Isis became serious, and he said seriously: "After all, I was once the lord here, and they are all my subjects.
, I will make them happy and liberated faster than anyone else on this continent."
The Knight swore his justice: "In just one month, they will all die of the plague. I will not let anyone be forgotten by the plague. I promise."
The author has something to say: Until modern times, the so-called witch trials still existed in Western Europe, and the way of witch trials can still be seen in human society today, such as the hooliganism crime in the early years and the provocation of trouble.
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What is the shameful thing? The default speed here is 100 miles per hour. Be more confident and get rid of the shame.
Also, the later the plague is in the sequence, the more proactive it becomes. Julia hasn't really taken action yet. His prototype will be described in detail when he breaks out, but it is indeed a tentacle type.
As of this chapter, everyone who guessed correctly in the comment section of Julia's chapter has received a red envelope. The key words are "tentacles" and "octopus". If you guessed one of them correctly, you can leave a message in this chapter if you did not receive a red envelope.
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Muah!
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