Manda stared at the young man and smiled. The pig is a pig. He never dared to look directly into the tiger\'s eyes. The young man counseled. He dared not look at Manda again, but spit at the little boy.

"Dirty beggar, who wants your food!" the young man sat back in the corner and kicked the little boy while Manda wasn\'t paying attention.

The little boy sobbed a few times wrongfully. Manda turned and smiled at the little boy, and then stuffed the bread into his mouth.

Since dinner, Manda hasn\'t eaten anything. This small piece of bread makes Manda recover a lot of spirit.

The young man was still cursing. He wanted to kick the boy again. He found Manda\'s cold look and took his feet back.

He didn\'t understand why he was afraid of this guy. Manda was much shorter and thinner than him. As usual, he could subdue him with two punches, but he didn\'t have the courage to look at him more this time.

"He\'s annoying, but he\'s not guilty to death." a faint, almost recognizable voice sounded in her ear. If it wasn\'t for Manda\'s special hearing, she couldn\'t hear someone talking.

Manda turned around and saw a untidy middle-aged uncle with big eyes and dark skin. His beard began to grow under his cheekbones, covered his whole cheek and connected with his hair. His hair spread recklessly, even connected with his eyebrows.

This is a hairy man!

Having such thick hair has an obvious advantage. He can perfectly cover his expression. Even his lips are covered by his beard so that he can\'t see his mouth when he speaks.

"We have different abilities. We shouldn\'t deal with blind ducks, and there are bigger problems waiting for us."

Blind duck is the name given to ordinary people by believers of ancient gods. It turns out that this uncle is a fellow believer.

Uncle beard looked at the carriage covered with curtain cloth and said, "do you smell it? There\'s a smell of blood."

Manda nodded. He did smell blood, but there was no sound. The voice of the 12-year-old boy was easy to detect.

Manda turned her face, looked at the boy and said, "how did you get here?"

"Be a day laborer for the Viscount!" the boy blinked. "The Viscount said he needed a day laborer, gave bread and wages. The Viscount is very generous and has given us two silver coins."

Two silver coins! This sentence hit Manda\'s heart.

The child is only about five years old. His mother is a thin woman. No one will hire them as workers.

They were cheated and sold themselves for two silver coins.

The annoying young man said again, "you are just slaves. I am different from you. I told the cavalry adult that I know words. He gave me three silver coins. I will become a clerk, work around the adult, and teach you damn slaves a lesson with the whip he gave me!"

Manda ignored the boy\'s stupid words. Although he lived in the Jurassic without emotional concept in his previous life, he never thought that human life could be so humble.

"It\'s all for life, and I\'m fooled," said the sloppy uncle in a way that ordinary people can\'t detect. "Why were you caught?"

"I also want to live." Manda said perfunctorily, stretched out her index finger and made a cockfight eye.

Divine power\'s judgment was accurate. Two silver coins appeared on everyone\'s face, which was cheaper than a pig. The people in this wooden car were only worth so much.

"Don\'t use divine power indiscriminately," the uncle reminded the cavalry outside. "Dungeon Hunter zigsai, Gaia\'s third-order believer, he can ask about your taste."

Believers of gemgaia? The level is very high. It feels higher than Zeus, and it is still three levels. How many levels does it take for the believers of this ancient great God to reach the full level?

Manda took back her cockfighting eyes and said to herself: I\'m afraid he\'s already found out, not only me, but also you.

The scenery in the red leaf forest is very beautiful. The residual maple leaves fall from the branches from time to time and hover in the wind. The scene is even more charming than oil painting.

If it was walking in the woods, the scene would be impeccable, but sitting in a wooden cage now reminds Manda of the pigs locked up in a truck and sent to the slaughterhouse.

Looking at the degree of the deviation of the sun, the carriage walked in the forest for almost two hours and finally arrived at the Viscount\'s camp.

In this era, infantry and cavalry represent two classes in the army. Infantry is a soldier and cavalry is an officer. A cavalry has at least two infantry to fight with, plus two or three attendants, just like the captain of a combat team.

Although siegese wore a cavalry robe, it was just a cover up of his identity. He was a bounty hunter invited by the Viscount to protect his son and provide necessary help for the war.

Just after returning to the camp, Torres, son of viscount Sorens, personally welcomed him out.

"Is everything going well?"

"The gods are real, but the number is not enough. There must be at least two people a day."

"Why don\'t you bring some back? There are many refugees dying of hunger."

"They are not so easy to cheat, but two of these people are special. Their blood can be compared with the four ordinary people."

Torres invited Ziggy into the general\'s tent and sent the others away. Torres asked, "which two people are special?"

Ziegler took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "the strong man with hair on his face. He was the seed of Titan. He sent it to the door by himself. There was a child. I couldn\'t smell the smell of his blood. I caught him near the forest."

Torres was stunned: "could it be the spy sent by the valley?"

Ziegler nodded and said, "it\'s possible that he was hiding in the trees and seemed to have been lurking for a long time."

Torres said, "maybe you can get some information about the valley from him."

"That\'s a good idea," said Ziegler, taking off his helmet, taking a sip of wine and sipping his lips. "I suggest you\'d better take him to the viscount or interrogate him alone in another place."

Torres frowned: "why not interrogate in the military camp?"

"This is your military camp. Of course you can interrogate here, but I ask you to wait until tomorrow, when I leave the camp," gigesse said with a smile

"What are you worried about?" Torres narrowed his eyes. A third-class strong man seems to have nothing to fear in this remote place.

Siegese cut the bread into small pieces, soaked it in the thick soup, took a big sip, wiped his mouth and said, "frankly, I don\'t think the Viscount really wants to fight this war. If he just wants to pretend to show the Marquis, he\'d better not really provoke the crazy people in haze Valley. At least I don\'t want to get into trouble."

Torres was very dissatisfied with Guse\'s attitude: "since you don\'t want to get into trouble, why did you bring that child back?"

"He wandered around the camp, which may threaten your safety. It\'s my duty to protect you, but what happened after that has nothing to do with me."

Torres bit his lip. Ziegese was right. Viscount Sorens didn\'t want to attack the resentment haze valley. The valley was within his territory. Once the war failed, he knew how serious the consequences were.

But he did not dare to disobey the order of the marquis. He formed an army, bought powerful gods, and hired the famous strong dungeon Hunter zigsey.

The purpose of this is to show the Marquis\'s intention and act according to the circumstances when there is a real war. If the Marquis can really capture the resentment haze Valley, of course, he is willing to beat the water dog with the marquis. If the Marquis is is defeated, he at least has an army to ensure the Marquis\'s arrangement and a bargaining chip to mediate with the count.

"Wait another two days until my father comes," Torres squeezed out a smile. "Can today\'s sacrifice begin?"

"Of course," Ziegler nodded. "I\'ve told the priest the process. He knows what to do."

……

The priest prepared everything. After the rain stopped, the two waiters lifted the curtain on the statue, and the pungent smell of blood came to their faces.

It was a white goddess stone statue as tall as a man. She stood on the altar, wearing a short robe, holding a short bow in her right hand, and her left hand was preparing to take out a feather arrow from the quiver behind. It looked like a hunter\'s dress.

Manda is not sensitive to the image of gods. After all, he only learned the words on the divine spectrum.

But Uncle beard recognized it at a glance. "This is the statue of Artemis, the goddess of revenge. There is blood in the statue."

Manda tried to keep her voice down and said, "is it the blood of the hunting goddess?"

"No, it\'s Ningfu\'s blood. Ningfu is the maid of the gods. This statue is sealed with a Ningfu, the goddess of hunting. The priest wants to wake her up."

"Wake up with what?"

"It should be human blood," Uncle beard\'s eyebrows gradually raised. "I have a hunch that it\'s human blood."