Chapter 140 Because we are the eldest son of the gods

When Pava came to Yaocheng, he was hungry and tired.

The sixteen-year-old foreign boy stood on the street, looking at the passers-by blankly and nervously.

The people here are all wearing linen clothes, leather armor, woolen coats or black robes. It seems that everyone has status and is very decent.

Pava was bare-chested, with only a piece of dirty black cloth covering his waist and thighs.

He was covered with **** scabs, with calluses and abscesses from ropes on his wrists and feet, and a branding iron scar on his back that symbolized his slavery.

The glances from the pedestrians around him from time to time made Pava feel ashamed, and he couldn't help but want to escape here.

Where can I escape to?

Leaving this holy city, slave traders are everywhere outside.

I will only be caught again, sold to another slave owner, and continue to be whipped and tortured.

He remembered what the tall man said.

"Don't be caught by the slave trader again, you may not be able to meet me next time."

The man called himself Bronze Sea, and led a team called the Northern Temple Army. The slave traders gnashed their teeth at them, calling them pirates, thieves, and executioners, and were terrified of him.

Pava clenched his fists.

He is not going anywhere, and he will die in this holy city. He will no longer be scourged, burned, stabbed with spears, drank the swill, and eaten like a pig or a dog.

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 all the way along the street.

Beside the white jade-like shrine, kneeling was full of people who came to pray and worship the pair of gods.

Among these people are scholars in robes, hunters and adventurers in leather armor, farmers and fishermen in sackcloth, and outlander islanders and mountain people with strange clothes and different skin colors.

They speak different languages, but they all face the same temple.

Language is no barrier here.

It is clear to all that they are all the same. In front of the gods, they are devout believers and tiny followers.

Pava also imitated them and knelt on the ground.

Will the gods answer?

he does not know.

Pava's hometown is on a small island in the south. There is no temple there, but the gospel of Master Yao is still spreading.

He heard that the gods have not sent miracles and gifts for many years.

Even the closest servants of the gods, the apostles, basically disappeared. Only a bone king occasionally appears to rescue people hurt by monsters.

Pava closed his eyes and prayed silently.

The omnipotent god...

Pava asks you to give me guidance so that I will not be a slave anymore.

The young islanders prayed devoutly.

He had no other choice.

As long as he can stop being a slave, survive, and have enough food, he can do whatever he wants.

Hunger and thirst made his brain dizzy, his eyes darkened, and his body was limp like clam meat.

Pava felt himself being helped up, and water flowed into his lips.

He swallowed the sweet water greedily, drink more water, drink more, drinking water can fill his stomach.

A voice came from the ear.

"Pious people, you need to rest and eat. The gods have given us a lot of food, just hoping 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 **** like himself, with dark skin. He wears a string of garlic around his neck and smiles on his thin, weather-beaten face.

The other party handed himself a wheat cake: "Eat it, you will gain strength after eating."

Pava gobbled up the wheat cake.

The other party nodded: "I only have so much. Good luck, young believer."

Seeing that the old man was about to leave, Pava grabbed him.

"Your name."

Pava's mainland language is not very good, and no one has ever taught slaves to read and speak. He listened too much, and he could understand what others meant.

"I am an ascetic monk, and like you, I am a servant of God Yao."

The old man smiled, showing his jagged teeth, then turned and left.

Pava has never encountered such a thing.

Someone will help him for no reason, just because he worships the temple.

This must be the guidance of the gods.

Pava raised his head and looked at the dazzling white temple, feeling a little dazed.

The **** heard his request, so the ascetic monk appeared and gave him food.

Another passer-by stopped and asked him, "Are you an escaped slave?"

Pava's heart tightened, he lowered his head, pretending not to understand.

The other party changed several pronunciations, and finally spoke the dialect of the island where Pava lived. This surprised Pava, and his body couldn't help shaking.

This made the other party laugh: "It turns out that you are from Kalobuza Island, look up, my friend, no slave trader will take you back."

"Slave trading is prohibited in Yao City, and slave capture and slave keeping are prohibited. I originally lived on Chubinini Island not far from Kalobuza, so I came from the same place as you."

Uh?

The other party is also from the Southern Islands.

Pava carefully raised his head. The other party was wearing black clothes and a cotton flower on his chest. This was the symbol of the Temple Society, which meant that he was an official scholar of the Temple Society.

"My name is Chubby Rolle."

The scholar in black said: "Please rest assured, this is a holy city. No one will be trafficked here. As long as you believe in God Yao, you will be accepted here. What's your name?"

"Pava."

"Pava, go to the temple meeting. Just outside the door of the side hall, someone will give you a blanket and help you find a job that can get food, so that you don't have to starve and fear."

"Before that, you could live in a thatched hut outside the side hall."

Chubi Luoer and himself come from the same place, and they are about the same age.

But he became a slave, and the other party was a decent scholar with status.

This made Pava feel even more ashamed, and the scars on his body were burning hot.

Just because the other party left his hometown and came to Yaocheng, but he was sold as a slave to Yancheng.

"why?"

Pava asked in dialect: "Why help me?"

Chubi Luoer smiled, but did not answer.

Pava wanted to cry for a moment.

He didn't know why, it wasn't fear, it wasn't jealousy. It was an inexplicable thing that made his eyes sour and his heart very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a white light lit up from 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 frightened for a moment and shrank his neck.

The surrounding citizens and believers raised their heads one by one, with undisguised smiles on their faces. The whole street echoed with people's loud cheers.

"A miracle from the gods, a gift from the gods!"

"The great **** is back!"

"The ancient monument has finally received the blessing of a miracle!"

"The seminary, the seminary has been recognized by the gods, this is the praise of the gods."

Pava looked bewildered.

"Why do you want to help others? Let me tell you, Pava." Chubi Luoer next to him said slowly.

"Because we are the eldest sons of the gods!"

The young scholar pointed to the two glowing buildings in the distance, his face was full of confidence and determination: "This means that we are the best city."

"No matter how the era changes, we will keep the glory of the holy city!"

Lu Yao yawned.

Unfortunately, the lighthouse itself collapsed during the era change. Only the monuments and seminaries in Yaocheng can be transformed into wonders.

Faith in the upper right corner -8000.

This is the first time that Lu Yao took the initiative to build a miracle.

Only the first wonder has a discount. The monument consumes 3000 Faith, and the later Seminary consumes 5000 Faith at the original price.

Lu Yao was initially more optimistic about Yancheng. The economic foundation there is strong, and the citizens are forging ahead and ambitious from top to bottom.

It turned out that he collapsed internally.

In the first season of A Tale of Two Cities in Pixel World, Yaocheng, who unites people's hearts, had the last laugh.

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