Ning Feng gasped as he looked at Charlie's face...
Of course, this did not happen.
Perhaps having watched it all night, Ning Feng wasn't frightened by the horrifying scene before him. He smiled at Charlie and said:
Good morning, today is another... um?
In the blink of an eye as he spoke, Charlie's hideous face disappeared, replaced by another appearance.
The mummy-like face transformed into Charlie's "real" appearance.
A middle-aged priest with a meticulously trimmed beard, wearing an antique priest's robe reminiscent of the Dark Ages, and overall looking clean.
However, his usually gentle face now appeared serious and pale, filled with a faint sense of incongruity.
Something has changed.
After learning the truth about this world, things appeared different in Ning Feng's eyes.
Ning Feng is now able to see the true nature of the world.
However, his body would occasionally flicker and revert to its undead form for a fleeting moment, reminding Ning Feng of the other party's true state.
Seeing Ning Feng's hesitation, Charlie spoke softly:
"What's wrong?"
His cold, hoarse voice at night becomes mellow and gentle, exuding the mature charm of a middle-aged nobleman, which is sure to be a hit with some women.
Upon hearing this sound, Ning Feng's DNA began to move involuntarily.
hiss!
Your voice is just as good as Instructor Yan's!
You're good enough to be a late-night erotic live streamer, huh? Maybe... I'll pair you two up as a couple later!
Walking slowly behind Ning Feng, the priest, now back in human form, asked softly:
"What happened? You look a little surprised."
I was thinking of pimping you out or something...
There's simply no way I can say that!
Ning Feng had always maintained a mindset of not taking the Star Chaser competition too seriously, but he wouldn't underestimate it either.
However, the day's experiences were not particularly difficult, which made Ning Feng somewhat complacent.
After all, it's just a competition, there's no need to be so nervous, right?
Once he relaxed completely and brought his wandering thoughts back, Ning Feng thought for a moment and said:
"No, I just feel..."
Ning Feng tilted his head and looked around at the room's decor. The frosted tabletop had returned to its normal solid wood appearance, and steam was rising from the teapot.
There were no chains on the ground, and no trace of last night could be seen at all, as if it were all just a dream.
"It feels like a dream."
In a dream, I persuaded a priest to betray his god. It's kind of exciting to think about.
"How much do you remember about last night?"
"I haven't forgotten anything, everything, not a single detail."
With his right hand on his chest, Charlie turned to Ning Feng and bowed.
The entire movement was elegant and simple, without the slightest tremor or abnormality.
Um?
Somewhat puzzled, Ning Feng scrutinized the other party a few more times and said:
"You seem to have come to terms with things a lot."
It seems like things have become easier?
From Ning Feng's perspective, it wasn't just the change from the dead to the living that made Charlie's demeanor somewhat different.
He had thought that after such intense and destructive mental training, Charlie should be completely dejected.
But to my surprise, the other party was in an exceptionally good condition.
He no longer appeared to be on the verge of a mental breakdown at night; instead, he seemed calm and composed.
It's like finding the strength to support yourself again after your spine has been removed.
"Just as you said, I actually understood everything a long time ago, and my faith in the gods has long since disappeared."
Shaking his head, Charlie stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ning Feng, looking out the window at the village that was gradually coming to its senses.
The warm sunlight streamed down from the sky, awakening the simple villagers who were about to start their work.
One by one, the farmers came out of their houses, wiped their faces haphazardly, and carried their farming tools toward the newly cultivated fields.
“These are my people. They are hardworking and honest. Even when I reinstated flogging at that time, no one thought of escaping.”
When passing by Charlie's door, they would consciously slow their pace, afraid of waking the sleeping priest.
“They believe in me and continue to work day after day.”
Before productivity truly increased rapidly and before machines completely replaced human labor, workers in every era worked just as hard.
They work from sunrise to sunset; they are among the most hardworking and hardworking people.
Unfortunately, in many, many eras, their fate was also the most tragic.
Natural disasters and man-made calamities are unpredictable, and their income cannot be guaranteed.
The fruits of one's labor, which should rightfully belong to oneself, are mostly taken away by the lord of the territory under various pretexts, leaving only enough food to barely survive.
The darkness in the Dark Ages was not limited to the gods.
In that ignorant era, when divine right superseded royal power, the rulers were most strict in suppressing public intelligence in order to maintain their own power.
A tenant farmer, his whole life, and his ancestors' generations will be tenant farmers, with virtually no hope of changing his fate.
If you encounter a good lord, that's fine, but if you encounter a greedy and evil lord, things like the right to the first night, which are disgusting, have actually happened.
And how many nobles are truly kind?
The slave trade, the black market, the gladiatorial arena, underground boxing, wild balls... how many nobles have not dabbled in these lucrative businesses?
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