Chapter 112 The Son of the Fallen Evil God

The words of Captain Ike startled the people in the dark passage.

They held their breath, and in the case of extreme silence, they finally heard the faint sound of gasping/breathing through the darkness ahead.

But Lin Xiaodong soon discovered that this person's physical condition should be very poor, because a normal person's breathing rate should not be so fast and disorderly. He slightly brightened the ball of light in his hands, and tapped twice with his fingertips on the back of the black-haired man in front of him-

This is the code they set just now, meaning "you can move on".

Ike paused in place for a few seconds, and finally decided to trust the Son's judgment.

He walked forward cautiously, and finally, at the corner of the dark passage, he found a scorched black figure curled up in a ball.

This person is not very old, and the outline of his face should be a teenager, and he is still holding a roll of parchment tightly in his hand. After hearing the footsteps, the young man raised his eyelids and glanced at them with difficulty, and after seeing Ike's dress, half of his face was burnt to carbon with a sarcastic smile: "You...are you from the church? "

"Yes," Ike said solemnly, "who are you?"

The boy didn't answer him, just closed his eyes tiredly.

"Kill me." He leaned against the wall and murmured in a low voice.

Almost 70 percent of the skin on the boy's entire body was burned, and even his clothes were stuck to his flesh. If it was before, Lin Xiaodong might still be able to try to use light therapy to relieve his pain, but now he has become a black and white person. If this is a shot, it would be good that the other party didn't die on the spot.

So he just sighed, stood behind Ike, and shook his head at the black-haired man.

Such a serious injury can't be saved at all.

But Ike is still not reconciled, this is the only survivor they have found since entering the manor.

He took out a blood-replenishing pill from the cloth bag he carried with him, which also contained a trace of precious and rich light magic, which could make the young man take a few more breaths. However, because the young man was unwilling to cooperate, he took a lot of effort to make the other person swallow it.

"You seem to be repelling the people in the church," Ike asked half-squatting in front of him, frowning, "Why? Although we can't save you, as long as you tell the truth, at least we can avenge you."

"Vengeance?" Hearing this, the boy coughed, as if he wanted to laugh, but because of the wound on his body, his face instantly turned hideous, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old, knight of the church, Will you avenge the commoners?"

"I am also a civilian." Ike said.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and finally he was willing to look at him. His gaze stayed on the dark-haired man's tough and deep facial features for a moment, and then fell on the blond Holy Son who was holding the ball of light behind him, and two bright lights instantly burst out from the lifeless gray eyes--

"Lin, Lynn?" He stared at Lin Xiaodong with a dream-like expression, and a tear slowly fell from his eyes, "Is that you?"

Lin Xiaodong looked dazed, thinking that this is an old acquaintance of the previous Holy Son?

But he still nodded at the boy, and took a step forward to let the other party see more clearly.

"it's me."

Hearing the affirmative answer, the boy's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He struggled to get up, but his severely injured body was simply not strong enough to do so. Therefore, he can only tilt his head, prop up his body with a fairly intact arm, lean on the cold stone brick, and try to stare at the son's more beautiful face in the soft light with longing eyes.

"I've been looking for you for a long time..." he cried. "They all said that you were dead and killed by the knights of the church, but I don't believe... I don't believe you are dead..."

The teenager choked for a moment, looked at him expectantly and asked, "Lin, I'm Chris, do you remember me? It's the eldest son of the blacksmith shop in Beicheng District! Every time you play the harp and sing, I'll be there. Listen carefully by the side!"

...Fortunately, not an old lover.

Lin Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief, he felt it just now, the evil god under the abyss was staring straight at him with those cold and dark eyes.

In order to cooperate with the other party to investigate the truth of the matter, even though he didn't have any relevant memory, the blond Saint Child walked up to the boy, knelt down on one knee, carefully grabbed the boy's scarred palm, and said softly, "Of course I remember. Reese, why are you here? And..." became like this.

Probably understanding the content of the blond young man's hesitating words, the young man laughed miserably and suddenly coughed violently.

Several people watched him in silence as he almost coughed out his internal organs, and knew in their hearts that he shouldn't be able to survive this afternoon.

"It happened not long after you were taken away. That day, my younger siblings and I went to help the family move coal..."

The boy managed to calm down his cough, but the severe pain and blood loss made his body start to twitch nervously again, so his voice gradually became vague, Lin Xiaodong had to lean down to identify it carefully, "There is a car coming on the road. We didn't pay much attention to the carriage, but the coachman gave us a silver coin and asked us to do things for them in the alleys of East Street. That coachman was my father's regular customer, ahem, so we didn't think too much at that time, just very Happy to go."

"As a result, that bastard is a personal dealer," the boy closed his eyes in pain, his lips trembling with anger, "I, and my younger siblings, were all taken away by them. At the underground auction, we The three were sold to nobles in the Eastern District, because I was too old and my sister was too young, so only my younger brother was chosen by them, and since then... I never came back."

His tone gradually became numb: "Then, the nobleman had to sell his property because he angered the Pope, and my sister and I were also sold. In order to protect her, I began to learn to fight and became a higher-ranking slave among the slaves. 'cockfighting'."

"I won a few games, thinking that even if I didn't get freedom, I would at least make my sister have a better life. Every time I play, I work harder than anyone else, and the rewards I get will be divided equally with my sister. The nobles also told me that as long as I keep going Win and they'll set us free."

"But I still lost. They brought an adult slave the other day. The man was a full two heads taller than me, and he looked as strong as a hill. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't beat him. He beat me over. On the ground, I had two broken ribs and three teeth. I thought I was going to die, but my sister knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately and begged them to let me go... Earl Lyle said that he was moved by our brother and sister, So they bought us on the spot."

"At that time, I thought I had met a good person," the boy suddenly grabbed Lin Xiaodong's hand and burst into tears, "I didn't lose at all, that's an adult, I will definitely beat him when I grow up. Those nobles also asked my opinion, I agreed, and I actually agreed to follow this beast!"

He coughed again piercingly, and he coughed out dark blood along with shards of internal organs. Lin Xiaodong was also helpless. He couldn't even reach out and pat the boy's back, so he could only squeeze his hand tighter: "Don't worry... Chris, speak slowly."

The young man shook his head, as if he knew that his time was running out. He ignored his body and instead speeded up his speech: "Count Lyle is a big customer of the cockfighting ring. He not only buys, but also trains slaves to sell by himself. Come on. After arriving at his manor, I discovered that the opponents I met before were not worth mentioning at all, the slaves here are too strong, and I have never won a few times."

"I was afraid, once I had no choice, because even if I ran away in the East End, I would soon be found and captured by the servants of the nobles. But the Earl of Lyle moved to the West End, where he could more easily select those' Good seedling'... Finally, one night, I found out that the guard who guarded the cage had not locked the cage. He couldn't resist the temptation and escaped from the basement."

Hearing this, Ike on the side sighed deeply.

Although he is not an aristocrat, he has also heard of the method that some bastards use to train/teach slaves-after a new batch of "goods", deliberately let go of one whose status is relatively important, and then execute all of them. Slaves close to him.

As long as this is done once, these slaves will watch and report each other from now on, and no one dares to raise any thoughts of running away.

Sure enough, soon the teenager said intermittently: "Although my sister is a slave, she was taken away by the countess' maid, and she usually helps them to carry tea and water. I thought, at least they would not I attacked her casually, but when I came back a day later and wanted to take her with me, I found that she had been drowned in a well."

"There were also several other slave children who were usually kept in a cage with me. They were also put on leashes and thrown into the cockfighting ring to be beaten. By the time I found them, they were no longer human."

The blond young man was silent for a moment, and asked in a very soft voice, "So, you killed the Earl of Lyle's family?"

"Yes, I only wish I didn't crush him to ashes!" Chris was suddenly excited, and with the last of his strength, he stuffed the blood-stained parchment into the hands of the young man, "Lin, this, This is the name of those nobles and slaves that I have memorized over the years. I..."

Lin Xiaodong originally thought that he would say that he would avenge him, but unexpectedly, the young man just looked at his face fixedly and stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch, but he touched the fair-haired young man with his fingertips. At the moment of the skin, he suddenly retracted his hand.

"You... don't have to do anything, just help me remember them and stay away from them... it's fine."

The boy's voice became weaker and weaker, but his eyes still stared at the blond young man in front of him with nostalgia, and a hot tear slowly dripped from the corner of his eyes: "Lin, I really..."

He didn't finish talking.

Seeing that the last ray of light had completely dimmed from the boy's eyes, the blond Saint Son was silent for a long time, then reached out his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

Captain Ike and the knights behind him bowed their heads and gave the boy a standard knightly salute.

Although his life was humble and tragic, he still deserved a decent funeral.

Although the parchment was stained red with blood and dust, most of the writing on it was still legible. Following the magic light, Ike felt dizzy just by looking at it - more than 60% of the nobles in the capital are basically on the list!

This is only accessible to a high-level slave. How deep is the criminal chain hidden behind it.

And when Lin Xiaodong turned the parchment to the back, the knights present even showed their angry expressions. Most of the knights under Ike were of humble origin, and almost 80% were from the northern and western regions.

Therefore, they are often dubbed "the gathering place of the Jian people" by the church.

In this era of underdeveloped information exchange, the whole street basically knows what happened to the neighbors, which one lost a child, and which childhood friend went out and never returned home. These things, It happens basically every one or two years.

When you lose your child, everyone knows it's a human trafficker, and when you meet it, everyone yells and beats you;

But it seems that they are out and about. They thought that the road was difficult and they encountered natural and man-made disasters, or died suddenly due to diseases. This is also a matter of no choice, but now the knights look at these familiar names and know that their own Relatives and friends were all forcibly kidnapped by these nobles and turned into slaves. Not only did they have to fight with their lives for their enjoyment, but they even died without understanding... How could they not be angry?

"This is just... deceiving too much!"

Ike knew that the human/trafficking business in the capital was rampant, but he never expected it to be so bold. He even saw his little nephew's name on it!

Even the nephew of the church knight commander was not spared. Those nobles were so mad!

"Maria..."

The parchment was passed to it, and in the living room, a knight fell to his knees on the spot, weeping bitterly.

Other colleagues also had red eyes and grim expressions. They risked their lives to protect these nobles, but they sold their wives and children behind their backs!

"Captain, you did this, considering the consequences?" The blond Saint Child sighed as he looked at the black-haired man clenching his teeth.

The number of nobles involved in this parchment is too large. Ike announced him to his subordinates. How could they still willingly serve the church and the nobles in the future?

"Don't worry, I know what I know." Ike squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

The parchment can only be regarded as the fuse. What really made him unbearable was not the disgusting treatment of the church, the cold eyes, ridicule and abuse of the nobles day after day?

Without the protection of their knights, those nobles who were powerless would have been swallowed alive by the lower classes!

The man smothered his head, strode to the end of the secret passage, and kicked his foot hard.

"Boom", the crumbling wooden door collapsed.

An underground fighting arena the size of half a football field appeared in front of everyone, a ring seat that could accommodate hundreds of spectators, a stone prison for slaves, and a fence "cockfighting field" full of thorns in the center- Sure enough, just as Chris said just now, Earl Lyle is a well-known "expert" in this industry.

Standing at the entrance, Lin Xiaodong seemed to see the grand occasion when the place was full: the well-dressed gentlemen and girls swept away their usual arrogance, roaring and screaming for the slaves who were fighting for life and death on the stage regardless of their demeanor. Their excitement/drug, the pleasure/sense of punching to the flesh even made these nobles get carried away...

He stood in front of a wall, staring at the various iron sharp mouthparts covered with dried blood, and finally understood why these nobles liked to call slaves "cockfighting". And why, an ordinary human trafficker is actually a frequent visitor to the blacksmith shop.

The blond young man stretched out his hand, took out the most terrifying-looking huge black beak mouthpart with the name "Chris" engraved on it, silently wiped the dust on its surface with his hands, and put it on his cheek.

The white hair is scattered, and the ink is dyed.

Under the firelight, the tall and slender young man's shadow seemed to be a vengeful ghost from the abyss.

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