Chapter 140 Because We Are God’s Eldest Son
When Pava arrived in Yaocheng, his stomach was empty, hungry and tired.
The sixteen-year-old outsider stood on the street, looking at the passers-by in confusion and nervousness.
The people here were all wearing linen clothes, leather armor, woolen coats or black robes, and everyone seemed to have status and was very respectable.
Pava was shirtless, with only a piece of dirty black cloth covering his waist and thighs.
His body was covered with bloody scabs, his wrists and feet had calluses and abscesses from the ropes, and there was an iron scar on his back that symbolized his slavery.
The looks from passers-by made Pava feel ashamed, and he couldn't help wanting to escape.
Where can I escape to? Outside this holy city, there are slave traders everywhere.
They would only be caught again and sold to another slave owner, to continue being whipped and tortured.
He remembered the tall man's words.
"Don't get caught by the slave traders again. You may not meet me next time."
The man called himself Tonghai and led a group called the Northern Temple Army. The slave traders hated them, calling them pirates, thieves, and executioners, but they were terribly afraid of him.
Pava clenched his fists.
He would not go anywhere, and would die in this holy city. He would never again be whipped, burned, stabbed, or made to drink manure and eat pig food like pigs and dogs.
Pava looked around and saw the tall and holy building.
Temple.
This is the original temple of the gods and the earliest place of miracles.
Pava walked along the street.
Next to the white jade temple, there were people kneeling to pray and worship the two gods.
Among these people were scholars in robes, hunters and adventurers in leather armor, farmers and fishermen in linen, as well as foreign islanders and mountain people in strange costumes and of different skin colors.
They spoke different languages, but all faced the same temple.
Language is not a barrier here.
Everyone knows that they are all the same. In front of God, they are all devout believers and insignificant followers.
Pava also followed their example and knelt on the ground.
Will the gods answer?
He doesn't know.
Pava's hometown is on a small island in the south. There is no temple there, but the good news of Lord Yao is also spread.
He heard that the gods had not bestowed any miracles or gifts for many years.
Even the closest servants of the gods, several apostles, have basically disappeared. Only the King of Bones occasionally appears to rescue people hurt by monsters.
Pava closed his eyes and prayed silently.
The almighty God...
Pava asks you to give me guidance so that I don’t have to be a slave anymore.
The young islander prayed devoutly.
He had no other choice.
As long as he can avoid being a slave, survive and have enough food to eat, he will do anything.
Hunger and thirst made his brain feel dizzy, his vision went dark, and his body became as limp as a clam.
Pava felt himself being helped up, and water flowed into his lips.
He swallowed the sweet water greedily, drinking more water, drinking more, drinking water can fill his stomach.
A voice came to my ear.
"Pious man, you need to rest and eat. God has given us so much food in the hope that we will not be hungry."
He opened his eyes and found a strange old man standing in front of him.
The old man was shirtless like himself, with dark skin, a garlic string around his neck, and a smile on his thin, weather-beaten face.
The other party handed him a wheat cake and said, "Eat it. It will give you strength."
Pava devoured the wheat cake.
The other nodded. "That's all I have. Good luck, young believer."
Seeing the old man about to leave, Pava grabbed him.
"Your, your, name."
Pava's mainland language was not very good, and no one had ever taught slaves to read and speak, but after listening more, he could understand what others meant.
"I am an ascetic monk, and like you, I am a servant of the God Yao."
The old man smiled, revealing his uneven teeth, then turned and left.
Pava had never encountered anything like this.
There were actually people who helped me for no reason, just because I worshipped at the temple.
This must be the guidance of God.
Pava raised his head and looked at the dazzling white temple, feeling a little dazed.
The gods heard his request, so the ascetic appeared and gave him food.
Another passerby stopped and asked him, "Are you a runaway slave?"
Pava's heart tightened, he lowered his head and pretended not to understand.
The other party changed several pronunciations and finally spoke the dialect of the island where Pava lived. This surprised Pava so much that he couldn't help but tremble.
This made the other party laugh: "So you are from Kalobuza Island. Raise your head, my friend, no slave traders will take you back."
"Slave trading, capturing and keeping slaves are prohibited in Yao City. I originally lived on the island of Qubinini, not far from Kalobuza, so I am from the same place as you."
Huh? The other party is also from the Southern Islands.
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Pava raised his head cautiously. The man was wearing black clothes and a cotton flower on his chest, which was the symbol of the Temple Society, indicating that he was an official scholar of the Temple Society.
"My name is Chubirol."
The black-robed scholar said, "Don't worry, this is a holy city. No one will be trafficked here. As long as you have a sincere faith in Lord Yao, you will be accepted here. What is your name?"
"Pava."
"Pava, go to the temple. Just outside the side hall door, someone will give you a blanket and help you find a job that can get you food, so you don't have to worry about starvation anymore."
"Before that, you can live in the thatched hut outside the side hall."
Qiubirol and I are from the same place and are about the same age.
But he himself became a slave, while the other party was a respectable scholar with status.
This made Pava feel even more ashamed, and the scars on his body were burning.
It was simply because the other party left his hometown and came to Yaocheng, while he was sold as a slave to Yancheng.
"Why?"
Pava asked in dialect, "Why are you helping me?"
Chubirol smiled and did not answer.
Pava felt like crying for a moment.
He didn't know why, it wasn't fear or jealousy, but something inexplicable that made his eyes sore and his heart feel particularly uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a white light appeared on the tower in the distance. The white light was gentle and warm, like a huge oil lamp, which made people feel warm.
Then came the second light, which lit up on a tall stone tablet in the center of the square.
Pava was so frightened that he shrank his neck for a moment.
The citizens and believers around them all raised their heads with undisguised smiles on their faces, and the whole street was filled with loud cheers.
"A miracle from God, a gift from God!"
"The great god is back!"
"The ancient monument has finally received the blessing of a miracle!"
"The seminary, the seminary has been recognized by God. This is God's praise."
…
Pava looked confused.
"Why should we help others? Let me tell you, Pava." Chubirol beside him said slowly.
"Because we are the eldest son of God!"
The young scholar pointed to two glowing buildings in the distance, his face full of confidence and determination: "This means that we are the best city."
"No matter how the era changes, we will protect the glory of the Holy City!"
…
Lu Yao yawned.
Unfortunately, the lighthouse collapsed during the change of eras. Only the monument and seminary in Yaocheng can be transformed into wonders.
Faith in the upper right corner -8000.
This was the first time Lu Yao took the initiative to build a wonder.
Only the first wonder construction has a discount. The monument consumes 3,000 faith, while the subsequent seminary consumes 5,000 faith at the original price.
Lu Yao was initially more optimistic about Yancheng, where the economy was strong and the citizens were enterprising and ambitious.
The result was that he collapsed from within.
In the first season of A Tale of Two Cities in the pixel world, the city of Yao, which unites the people, has the last laugh.
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