The lush trees were full of birds. As soon as people walked by the trees, the flocks of birds flapped their wings and flew away. Kane looked up, staring blankly at the birds that had already flown into the air. He was stunned for a long while before he hurried to catch up with the crowd in front.
After so many days, Kane still often felt that he was dreaming. He escaped the fate of death as a slave, mustered up courage that he could not even imagine, and jumped off the cliff while being chased by stewards and dogs.
——He is not dead yet. Not only was he saved by the Moon Goddess, but he also witnessed many miracles.
There is an endless supply of all kinds of fine wine and food in the temple. There are no towering stone pillars or endless steps in the temple. Instead, there are shelves filled with items. Everything that humans desire can be found in the temple.
But the people who serve God turn a blind eye to all that, as if those things are just ordinary stones on the roadside.
Kane often suffers from trance and distraction, and sometimes even thinks he might be dead.
However, when I returned to the familiar place and saw familiar people from afar, I realized that I was still alive.
Kane had mixed feelings, sometimes he hated these slaves because when he ran away, the slaves wanted to be captured so that they could exchange them for bread to fill their stomachs, but sometimes he sympathized with them because he knew that it was not that they did not want to run away, but that they had been scared out of their wits.
People always want to live. No matter how bad their life is, they don't want to die as long as there is a little hope.
But for him, there are things more important than being alive.
Kane followed the crowd. He looked at the Moon Goddess' back and prayed from the bottom of his heart, praying that the Moon Goddess could stay here for a long time, praying that the Moon Goddess' grace could cover everyone with tolerance, so that those slaves trapped in pain could be forgiven.
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Ryan was very busy. He directed the servants to carry the prepared things up the mountain again. All the valuable things in the stone house were moved out by him, including gold and silver bowls, gems and fine wine. As long as he had them, they were all taken out by him.
Not only that, he also wrote letters to the two lords around him. He was worried that they would not believe that the Moon Goddess had descended, so he only invited them to the banquet and did not directly say that the Moon Goddess had descended in his territory.
This is Ryan's intention - he does not want others to devote themselves to the Moon Goddess like himself.
If he is the only one, then he is the one with the greatest hope of achieving immortality and enjoying the temple.
But if there are more people, then his chances will be less.
Ryan only wanted to get the valuable treasures from the other two lords, but he didn't want the two lords to stay.
The male servants all gave Ryan advice.
"Sir, why don't you borrow from them?"
Ryan wanted to smash the manservant's head. He looked at him as if he was a fool and said with disdain, "To serve the Moon Goddess, you may have to devote your whole life. What if they come to me to pay you back halfway?"
He must make the other party give it willingly.
"Then I have an idea." Kurt suddenly said, "I have something that the Moon God gave me. It should be able to exchange for a lot of things."
After saying that, Kurt took out the glass bird that Ye Zhou gave him.
Ryan, who had already seen the stained glass butterfly, was still stunned when he saw the bird with the same craftsmanship.
The broken butterfly is no longer complete, and its beauty has become fragmented.
But the bird is lifelike, with every feather clearly visible, as if it will spread its wings and fly in the next second.
Kurt was somewhat proud: "This is what the Moon God gave me. I am willing to give it away and exchange it for treasures for the Moon God."
He really thought so, but he also wanted to gain some benefits for himself.
He didn't have the connections or the circle to trade the bird for something else.
But Ryan has.
Ryan is a hereditary noble after all. No matter what kind of person he is, he will always have many "friends and brothers".
Ryan slowly approached the glass bird that Kurt had placed on the table. He didn't even dare to breathe, leaned over and stared at the glass bird. He said in a very soft voice: "When this bird was alive, it must have been the most beautiful bird."
Kurt: "Of course, Master Moon hates everything that is not beautiful."
Therefore, those who are "liked" by Lord Moon God must be beautiful.
Kurt and Ryan both laughed at this self-flattering remark.
"By the way, did you know that another envoy of God is here?" Ryan looked out the window. "She doesn't want to live here, so she's gone. She may come again tomorrow."
Of course Kurt didn't know, but he couldn't say it out loud. He said calmly, "How could a great god like Lord Moon God only have one messenger? Tell me what that messenger looks like, maybe I know."
Ryan began to describe: "She was only about twelve years old, and she might look younger, but she gave me the feeling of not being a child, but an elegant and proud lady, who should have been born into a very noble family."
Ryan wanted to say that she looked extremely defiant, but he didn't say it.
Kurt pretended to think for a while, then smiled and said, "I know. She is the most beloved envoy of the Moon God. She was once a princess of a country. You can be more respectful next time you meet her. She doesn't like people looking directly into her eyes."
As for noble status, for a country, the most noble women are no more than two people, the queen and the princess.
Lady Moon God has no interest in other people's wives, unlike the Sun God who is not picky about food or meat, so the most likely candidate is the princess.
"Luckily you can remind me." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, "It's great to know her preferences."
Kurt also said sincerely: "Although I am the messenger of Lord Moon God, I am also your friend. As a friend, of course I have to give you the news I know."
The two looked at each other and saw tacit understanding in each other's eyes.
Carl on the side sneered in his heart.
Kurt is still useful at this time, and everyone can see his hypocrisy.
The lord still needs him now, but when the lord no longer needs him, his fate will be even worse than Hill's.
Countless treasures and fine wines were carried up the mountain, and dry firewood was piled together, waiting to be ignited after nightfall. Then a bonfire would rise, and people prayed that it would not rain tonight and that the moon would be rounder than usual.
The slaves, who had not worked for several days, were so hungry that they didn't even have the strength to walk.
The stewards didn't make them work, but they didn't give them food either.
The only things they could eat were grass roots and tree bark, and they didn't dare to escape, so they could only starve.
The slaves who had become free people did not receive any land that belonged to them, nor did they have seeds or food to sustain them until the harvest season. Although they were free people, they were even worse than slaves at this time.
The stewards were also a little worried: "Lord Moon God has granted them the status of freemen, shouldn't we give them some food? Otherwise, they will starve to death, and what should we do if Lord Moon God asks about it?"
"And Lord Moon God will be here tonight. How are we going to explain if he sees us?"
"Then the Lord will definitely push the blame on us."
The stewards also knew very well that they were there to take the blame. If Lady Moon Goddess did not ask, the lord could save the rations for the slaves.
If Lady Moon Goddess asks, just put the blame on them.
The stewards gathered together to discuss, and finally decided not to give too much. They took out some beans that had gone bad or were about to go bad, added some water and boiled them into a paste, so that at least the slaves would not look like they were about to die when Lord Moon Goddess arrived.
Of course, they have to pay for the beans out of their own pockets.
"Really, if only they had escaped." The stewards complained repeatedly, "It would have been best if they had escaped to the woods and died. Now we are wasting food."
When the cooked porridge was brought in, the "free people" immediately went forward. They held their hands as bowls as before, and would not let go no matter how hot the porridge was, and would suck it all into their mouths.
Som, who served them food, did not play with them like Hill did, but looked at these people calmly and indifferently.
Hill's death was a huge blow to him.
Without Hill, he might become one of these slaves someday.
If that day really comes, he doesn't want to die. He will probably be like these people in front of him. Even if he has no dignity like a begging dog, he will do everything he can to survive.
Each of the "free people" was only given a spoonful of beans, but they did not complain that it was too little. After eating, they found a place to curl up, hoping to fall asleep early so that they would not feel hungry.
As the sky gradually darkened, the stewards lit a bonfire. The fire illuminated the cliff and cast a soft orange glow on the surrounding trees.
Lord Ryan on horseback appeared at the last second before the sun set, followed by a long team of servants and slaves carrying boxes of treasures.
The wooden box was opened, and the various treasures inside sparkled in the firelight.
When the moon rose above everyone's heads, a bright, familiar light shone from the big tree at the end of the cliff.
Everyone knelt down habitually and prostrated themselves on the ground, waiting for the gods to come.
Kurt knelt beside Ryan, the two of them standing in front or behind, as if Kurt was now as noble as the lord.
This time Ye Zhou did not wake anyone up. He took advantage of the fact that everyone was lying on the ground and no one could see his movements, and put the dimensional box on the ground. Ryan and the others had put all their treasures together, and the dimensional box could take all of these things away at once.
As for the gems, Ye Zhou did not take them. He had brought a lot of gems with him, and he needed Ryan and the others to exchange them for something more valuable in this plane, or for gold. After all, gold is hard currency in all planes.
After the dimensional box took away all the "offerings", Ye Zhou released the box of gems that Lin You had given him.
Only five minutes had passed since everything was done.
Ryan looked poor, but the things he sent were not bad. The golden bowl was as big as a child's head.
After acting for so long, he can finally start his plan to make money.
If we don't squeeze Ryan dry, it would be a waste of all the preparation and acting skills he put in over such a long time.
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