Game of the World Tree Chapter 806: Free People (please vote!)

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"Shit! These **** aristocratic pigs! They should all be caught by the Judgment Knights, hung on the street and beaten severely!"

Old John frowned, turned over his sleeves and looked at the **** whip marks on his arms, with an angry look on his face.

His hair was a mess, as if it hadn't been washed for a long time, and it exuded a rancid smell. His skin, which had been reddened by the sun, was etched with deep wrinkles. If he didn't tell anyone, no one would even believe that he was still alive this year. Less than thirty-five years old.

Limping down the street, he cursed as he walked.

Suddenly, a group of well-equipped knights riding tall horses swept past the street in a mighty manner, scaring Old John and rolling aside in embarrassment.

This kind of knight who is loyal to the nobles is the most unreasonable. If he cannot avoid it, no one will care about free people like him even if he dies.

The dust was flying, choking him and making him cough many times. His face was gray and gray, and the scars from the whip on his body seemed to be even more cracked. He grimaced in pain.

"Shit! It's all shit!"

Old John got up cursing.

There was discomfort under his feet. He looked down and realized that he had accidentally lost his shoes when he was avoiding.

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"Where are my shoes?"

Old John was anxious and searched quickly.

This is the only pair of shoes he has left now, and he cannot lose them again.

When he found his other shoe on the roadside, the shoe had almost been trampled to pieces.

It was those knights who did it.

"Shit! It's all shit!"

Old John was even more angry.

He put on the torn shoes, revealing several toes that seemed to be covered with a layer of mud. He moved them a bit, but they were still able to make do.

"That's it."

Old John sighed and limped toward the church.

He needs to find a priest to treat his injuries, otherwise, he will not be able to work these days.

The nobles are all shameless people, and they will never get back the wages they owe. If they can't find another job within a short period of time, they might even starve to death.

In this world, too many refugees like him who fled from the south starve to death.

To be honest, he now regrets not disembarking in Zeroland with those unbelievers when he went north.

I heard from the troubadour in the tavern that life in the Maple Moon Free Territory is like paradise. People who immigrate there will be properly accommodated, and those with skills may even be assigned jobs and housing.

So enviable.

Recalling his experiences over the past year or so, Old John's expression became increasingly sad.

However, there is a major prerequisite for free immigration to Maple Moon.

That means you must give up your original beliefs and convert to the goddess of life.

This is difficult to accept for old John, who has been a devout eternal believer since he was a child.

At least... it was.

Arriving with difficulty in front of the church of Eternal Church, Old John hesitated slightly as he looked at the neat and beautiful building.

Speaking of which...when was the last time you came to church?

Can't remember.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been to the Eternal Church.

When he first came to this small town in the Northern Territory, he would go to pray once a week.

At that time, the savings he brought had not yet been spent.

Now, he is just an unlucky guy with nothing, running around for a living every day.

Except as a free citizen.

Old John looked at his tattered clothes, and then at the well-dressed believers coming and going at the door of the church, with a somewhat uneasy look on his face.

He didn't know whether he should step in or not.

This church that he once took for granted now feels like two different worlds to him, which brings him great pressure.

"What are you afraid of? I am also a devout and eternal believer! When I was in the south, I even donated silver coins to the church!"

Old John cheered himself up, suppressing his inferiority complex.

Taking a deep breath, he limped up.

However, before Old John entered the church, he was stopped by the attendant at the door:

"Hey! Stop! What are you going to do?"

"Sir, I...I want to find the priest to treat my injuries."

Old John raised his head, looked at the attendant with the sun badge on his chest with some anxiety, and forced out a flattering smile.

The sun badge, which is the symbol of the Eternal Church, symbolizes the first sun, judgment and power.

These attendants should be preparatory knights newly recruited by the church. Recently, the church seems to have been recruiting more knights. Old John also heard from the tavern that some people have obtained the favor of God and have jumped from ordinary people to high-ranking silver professionals. He was very envious.

It is a pity that these knights must be recommended by nobles or have strong extraordinary talents. Ordinary people like him have no chance.

Looking at Old John's embarrassed look, the attendants frowned slightly.

"If you want to enter the church, please change into decent clothes, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the gods! In addition, a treatment will cost five gold pounds. Are you ready?"

They said expressionlessly.

"Five...five gold pounds?"

Old John's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wait a minute, sir... doesn't the church's primary treatment only require five silver coins? When did it require five gold pounds?"

He lost his voice.

Five gold pounds is equivalent to five hundred silver coins. He can't earn that much even in a year.

Old John's daily salary was only one silver coin, and he was often deducted from it by the nobles... After taking away the expenses, there was nothing left at all.

He now only has ten silver coins in his body, which he managed to save with great difficulty. He originally planned to save twenty silver coins to buy a new set of clothes and new shoes.

"Silver coins? He actually said silver coins?"

The two attendants laughed after hearing this.

After they finished laughing, they looked at Old John in rags with disdain and said:

"What era did that happen? The world is so chaotic now. People come to the priest for medical treatment every day. The church also recruits knights. How can the priest be so busy? Now the priest can only use intermediate healing and one-time hardware. Pounds!"

"But...but I only need primary treatment."

Old John said anxiously.

"Are you teaching us how to do things? Or are you teaching the pastor how to do things? Five gold pounds. If you want to see it, you can see it. If you don't want to see it, don't block the way here. There are many believers who want to come in!"

The attendant frowned and said.

Old John opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but fell into silence in the end.

Clenching a few silver coins in his hand, he lowered his head and limped away.

"Poor man, you still want to come to the church to see a doctor, and you don't even want to see what you look like!"

The attendant's sneer came from behind, piercing Old John's heart like a steel needle.

He paused slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

A gorgeous carriage passed by him and entered the church yard. Faintly, Old John heard the voice of the attendant again:

"Hey, isn't this Baron Hermann? Why are you here? Come in, come in... The priest has been talking about you for a long time!"

The sound is pleasing.

Old John looked back at the arrogant, gorgeously dressed nobles and the flattering church attendants. It was obviously summer, but he felt a little cold inexplicably.

He felt a little blocked in his heart.

He originally wanted to spend three more silver coins and donate them to the church, and then listen to the pastor's teachings and talk about his troubles...

But I didn’t expect that I couldn’t even step through the door of the church.

"Oh, the noble pig and the attendant pig deserve a good beating! They all deserve to be punished by the gods!"

He muttered quietly.

The voice was inexplicably hoarse.

The scorching sun hung in the sky, and Old John limped to the Black Walnut Tavern, dragging his injured body.

The tavern was filled with the pungent smell of sweat, low-quality wine, strong perfume, etc. It was suffocating, but Old John was used to it.

This is the cheapest tavern in the slums of the city, where a large number of drunkards, idlers, refugees and low-level adventurers gather.

They are said to be low-level adventurers, but in fact they are all apprentices or trainee warriors who have mastered extraordinary power. Occasionally, you can also see professionals of the black iron level.

Such aloof extraordinary beings would never be seen in the Black Walnut Tavern before.

However, since the magic power of the entire world has increased significantly, more and more people have awakened to extraordinary power. Such once big figures have now become commonplace.

The troubadour's tuneless music rang in the noisy tavern, drowned out by the noise of drunkards and adventurers.

Old John looked over and found that many people were playing backgammon, while the adventurers gathered together to play Gwent, with many onlookers surrounding them.

From time to time, you can still hear cheers.

Even Old John was attracted to the interest and wanted to go over to see how this game, which was said to be passed down from Elf Forest and Maple Moon Free Leader, was played. However, thinking about business, he finally endured it. .

"A draft of good ale."

Old John sat on the bar and took out a silver coin sadly.

The bartender looked at him in surprise and joked:

"Old John, are you getting rich? Are you willing to drink high-quality ale?"

"Shit! I want to get rich! I've been working in the mine for half a month, but I haven't even gotten a single silver coin!"

Old John said depressedly.

As he spoke, he grinned and opened his sleeves. It was too hot and he was sweating all over. His sleeves were already stuck to the wound.

Looking at the **** wound, the bartender was stunned:

"Why are you injured?"

"It's not like those **** aristocratic guys! We didn't destroy the mine, they took it all out on us!"

Old John said bitterly.

"Destroyed?"

The bartender was stunned.

Seemingly thinking of something, he approached Old John and asked curiously:

"So...are the rumors true? A dragon came from the gold mine? It took all the gold and the newly discovered magic stone mine?"

"Of course it's true, I saw it with my own eyes! That dragon... is as big as a mountain... so fierce!"

Old John gestured.

It seemed that he had pulled a wound, and he grinned again in pain.

"Your injury is a bit serious, why don't you go see a priest or herbalist?"

The bartender frowned.

After listening to his words, a trace of sadness flashed in Old John's eyes. He laughed and laughed at himself:

"I thought...but I didn't even enter the church door."

"Why?"

"I have no money."

Old John spread his hands.

The bartender was speechless. He looked at Old John's tattered clothes and sighed.

The church's treatment fees have been getting higher and higher in recent years, and he has heard about it.

"Here, your ale."

"Thank you..."

Old John took the ale and opened the lid.

The aroma of wine was fragrant. He smelled it intoxicatedly and smacked his lips.

This was the first time he bought this kind of high-quality ale, and a bottle cost one silver coin.

You know, if you replace it with low-quality ale, you can buy ten dozen!

Of course, it is said to be high-quality ale, but compared with truly pure ale, it is still far behind.

However, ale is originally a drink for common people, and nobles would not even bother to drink it.

They usually drink wine, fruit wine from the Elf Forest, and white wine.

What does it seem to be called... Erguotou?

So said the bard.

However, Old John didn’t order the ale just to drink it.

Under the surprised gaze of the bartender, he carefully poured out the wine and sprinkled it on his wound.

"Hey, Old John, what are you doing? Are you crazy?! If you don't want to drink it, give it to me. I haven't even drunk high-quality ale!"

"Hey, what do you know? I am disinfecting it! Otherwise, if such a deep wound worsens in such a hot day, it will be bad."

"Disinfection? What a mess..."

"You don't know this, right? Wine can be disinfected. It is said that it can... kill small animals in wounds, um... some small animals that we can't see, it is those small animals that make the wound worse. ."

"Nonsense, who told you that?"

"The troubadour of the streets."

"Do you believe what the bard says?"

"He said that he was brought freely by Maple Moon. This is the method the elves told him."

"Elf..."

After hearing what Old John said, the bartender raised his eyebrows and was speechless for a moment.

In recent years, the name of the elves has become more and more famous. Everyone in any city on the mainland knows about the rise of the Elf Forest.

Not only that, the elves seem to know a lot of lost skills and knowledge. It is said that some of the content has shocked the legendary mages of the Mage Tower and is extremely sought after...

Thinking of this, the bartender secretly memorized this method and planned to try it out in the future.

“I don’t know if tomorrow will be better after I drank too much. The mine is gone and I have to find another place to work tomorrow...”

Looking at the deep wound, Old John sighed.

"Mining? It's okay not to go to that cursed place. I heard that many people who go mining are sick. Look at you, it's only been a year, and you look more than 20 years older. As old as age."

The bartender shook his head.

"Then what can I do? I don't have any skills. I used to be a farmer. When I fled here, I had nothing."

Old John sighed numbly.

After hearing his words, the bartender felt sad for a moment.

In recent years, more and more refugees have fled, and people starving to death can be seen on the roadside every day.

There are wars everywhere, demons are invading, beasts are breaking out, and even the weather is weird. This year there is a severe drought in the entire Fertile Plains, and the food harvest is not good, but taxes have increased again...

"It's better for Maple Moon to take it freely... I don't know when this messy life will end."

Old John sighed.

"That is the credit of the Church of Life. Did you know that it is said that over there in the Maple Moon Free Territory, the priest personally uses divine magic to bring rain?"

The bartender shook his head.

"Magic rain?"

Old John's eyes widened.

"Yes, that is the goddess of life and nature, do you understand? Not to mention rainfall, it is said that some magic can directly make crops mature in one day! Since Maple Moon freely led the Church of Life, the entire No one in the territory will ever be hungry again!"

The bartender said.

"Goddess of life..."

Old John's expression was a little complicated.

In recent years, the name of the goddess of life has become more and more famous, or in other words, it is more famous than the name of the elves.

Even the troubadours on the streets often tell stories about the goddess of life, which often attract a large audience...

Fight evil gods, protect believers, spread knowledge, and cast magical spells...

It is precisely because of His existence and the existence of the Church of Life that the Maple Moon Free Territory will recover quickly after the war and become more and more prosperous.

A stark contrast to the Empire.

There is no harm without comparison. Thinking of what he had just experienced in front of the Eternal Church, Old John felt more and more uncomfortable, sad and disappointed.

"However, the most beautiful place should be the Elf Forest, right? I heard the merchants in the caravan say that the Elf cities there are as beautiful as palaces, and the life is rich, just like heaven... However, only elves and possessors Only half-elves of elven blood can settle there."

The bartender sighed.

"Elf... I have never seen an elf before. I saw a half-elf once when I was in the southern border area. It was at the auction house."

Old John said.

"Auction house? That must have been many years ago, right?"

The bartender raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it's been years."

Old John nodded.

The two chatted and passed the time.

Wine was sprinkled on the wound. Apart from some discomfort at first, Old John gradually got used to it.

At this moment, suddenly, the door of the tavern was pushed open again.

Two tall figures with gorgeous equipment walked in.

The bartender looked over and was slightly startled.

The entire tavern gradually fell into silence.

"Elf...spirit?"