There were several bonfires in the nameless village shrouded in the night. The population of a hundred people and more than thirty families gathered in an open space outside the village, and squeezed into a circle with the heat provided by the fire.

Zhou Qingfeng did not make things difficult for the people in the village. He just announced that if anyone was willing to talk, he would send some salty and poor villagers to whom he did not consider much, or even hesitate, and soon came out.

No one knows who Zhou Qingfeng is, no one knows what he wants to do, but even a little salt is enough to make them take some risks. This helplessness and suffering are all on the faces of the villagers, which is the same as their blindly following the evil insect sacrifice.

The guy who led the way during the day had not left yet. He looked like a terrible person, and was responsible for salvage, but he was very stingy. Facing the villagers who pleased him, he felt that there were rogues in front of him who came to take advantage of him.

Whenever I see a spoonful of clean white salt dug out of the cloth bag, the villagers will smile happily. They will use a pot, a bowl or a pair of palms to hold it, and then sit obediently by the bonfire, not far from Zhou Qingfeng and not close to Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng was neither enthusiastic nor cold. He seemed to be born to rule the master, and pointed to an older villager and asked, "What is the origin of the monster I killed?"

After half a month of leaving, the Banshee Castle stayed for several days, and no place made Zhou Qingfeng happy. Man-made disasters are better than natural disasters, and there is no doubt about this. Not only did the lords in various places step up exploitation in preparation for war, but evil demons and monsters also emerged one after another.

When the demon invaded the North, the evil insect Kaiworth was one of them. Zhou Qingfeng was able to track down his sacrifice, so he naturally wanted to understand the inside story behind it.

The villagers who were pointed out stammered for a while and said in panic: "The monster that the master killed was originally from our village. She was originally an ordinary person, but she suddenly became weird not long ago. She could control insects and changed into strange snakes. We were all afraid of her."

"Did she ask you to do anything?"

"It is to let us pray to a strange statue of god."

There was a wooden statue of a baboon's head in the bonfire, which was found from the house of the evil insect sacrifice. Nothing else was found. The statue of a baboon has been split into wood and thrown into the fire.

Zhou Qingfeng thought about it, but he didn't understand that the evil insect Kaiworth wanted to make a statue of a baboon's head for Mao. There were all kinds of strange demon lords in the abyss, but there was one baboon. But that was a two-headed baboon.

"What does this woman usually do? Who does she contact?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The villagers who were asked could only shake their heads, and the other villagers remained silent. Zhou Qingfeng said loudly: "Who knows it? Tell me, I'll give him another spoonful of salt."

Several people immediately shouted in unison: "That woman will go and sell herbal medicine."

Zhou Qingfeng sneered, pointed to the person who spoke the fastest and asked, "What medicinal materials are sold? To whom?"

"The grimace mushrooms sold by the woman are in places where there are many dead people. The wizard master of Banshee Castle will buy them, and many of us do this business. But we don't know how that woman turned into a monster."

There is not much information about this, but Zhou Qingfeng still waved his hand and said, "Reward him."

"Dog Leg" reluctantly dug a spoon from the bag containing salt. He seemed to take the salt in his hand as his own, and wiped off the bulging part and gave only a flat spoon. However, the villagers who got the salt were already happy and kept flattering their thanks.

"Who else knows?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The other villagers were eager to try, but they didn't know what to say. Soon, a female villagers asked weakly among the crowd: "Master, can I speak?"

The other villagers stared at each other. The scared female villagers held her knees with her hands, sat on the ground and did not dare to look up. Zhou Qingfeng smiled and said, "Of course. You can. Come out and warm up in front of the bonfire, and say slowly."

The female villager waved her hands repeatedly and didn't dare to come out. She hid in the crowd and whispered: "I've met that monster to meet someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know it. But I know that the man lives in the village of the local knight master. He also rides a horse and carries weapons, about forty or fifty years old. He looks like you, Master, and is a big man."

The local knights' village can ride horses and carry weapons. In the age of 40 or 50, these information will be much clearer. There will not be many people who meet the requirements.

Zhou Qingfeng felt relieved and said to the dog legs behind him: "Give her two spoons of salt, two spoons of full."

The villagers exclaimed an envious uproar, and the female villagers who were holding the salt knelt down to Zhou Qingfeng. Only the "dog-legged" muttered a few words, and reluctantly gave her two spoonfuls of salt.

After asking a few more questions, there is no other information about the insect-body monster.

However, after getting a few spoons of salt, the atmosphere became strong, and the villagers became very excited. Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Can you still live your life now? How many days can you save enough food at home?"

The scene was instantly deserted, and everyone bowed their heads and was speechless.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around and randomly ordered a villager and asked, "Do you have any food stored at home?"

"Report to the master, we have no food to store."

"Not at all?"

"We are all hungry, and it's a day to pass. We don't even have the energy to log wood, so we can only pick up some mushrooms in the wild to fill our stomachs. Occasionally, we collect some medicinal materials and send them to the local master's house. It's a little bit more food to be used.

We also know that the monster full of crawlers is not a good thing. But it said it could get us food, so we had to believe it."

The villagers were filled with sighs and were very sad.

Zhou Qingfeng asked again: "Whose territory is you here?"

"The territory of Knight Powell. But the master of Knight doesn't care about us, because we are untouchables."

Powell, which Powell?

Zhou Qingfeng knew a guy named Powell, "Powell, who is in his twenties, who believes in the god of justice, Tyre?"

The villagers who spoke shook their heads, "Master, you should be talking about Little Powell. He has not inherited his father's territory yet. I heard that he followed the church people to Hanfeng City not long ago. We belong to the Powell family and belong to the Banshee Castle."

Zhou Qingfeng was even more strange, "Don't believers of Tyr, the God of Justice, take care of you?"

The villagers smiled bitterly again and said, "The church of the God of Justice has two factions, among which the nobles do not recognize that the untouchables are also humans. The Powells are the nobles. In their eyes, our untouchables are born evil and will sooner or later become the entourage of the evil demons.

Powell Jr. is the most radical. He believes that the untouchables are the source of chaos. He requires us to obey the most difficult labor, restrict our freedom of movement, and fight and kill us at every turn, wishing to eradicate all untouchables in our territory."

With limited resources, the bottom layer must be considered to be accompanied by original sin. No wonder Zhou Qingfeng rode into the village, and all the villagers had no good face. He tightened his face and asked, "Don't you care? It's the God of Justice."

The villagers were speechless, only numb.

Cialek interrupted and said, "Boy, why did you go to this broken village for nothing? How do you want Tyre to take care of it? If that hypocritical and disabled one-eyed monster can take care of it, his followers will lose at least half of it."

"Why can't you care?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask back.

Cirick was so angry, "Do you think these poor people who can't even eat enough to support the church and become paladins? You are too naive, only nobles of extraordinary blood can support their faith. This has been the case for tens of thousands of years since the rise of civilization, and has never changed."
Chapter completed!