Rest in peace, the city of heaven. Twenty miles outside the city.

A group of scattered civilians, wearing robes and cloth, were struggling in the desert with difficulty.

They were surrounded by only two camels, covered with luggage. This also made them slow to move.

"Uncle, I'm so tired..."

A child with a dirt-faced voice said tiredly: "I want to drink water..."

Whether it is appearance or voice, it is impossible to tell the difference between men and women. Her dark skin and thin body make her look as ugly as a little monkey.

"Persevere, Kasan!"

The man holding the camel whispered: "We're almost here..."

He looked around and carefully took out a black flat pot the size of a palm from the camel's saddle bag. Its maximum water storage can be about one liter, but now it sways, but now it can hear the crisp sound of water like rain - it is obvious that the water inside it has bottomed out.

The eyes around him stared at them blankly. The man holding the camel tried his best to straighten his waist and block the sight with his own body.

The little girl just took a small sip, and the kettle was taken away by the man. He was not willing to drink water, but just used the water mark at the mouth of the bottle to scrape his dry and cracked lips, moistening it, and then stuffed the plug back.

After getting the water, the girl also calmed down.

The convoy continued to move forward silently in the whirlwind of yellow sand.

In the desert, it is very hot at noon, and it is extremely cold at night. There is not much time to walk comfortably, and now it is just one. They have already climbed up from the camp at 4 a.m. and walked until now.

"The oasis is right in front of it, what a great oasis. An oasis of this size... praises the generous Adil."

A middle-aged woman said in a narration: "When you arrive at Paradise City, everything will be fine."

Her clothes were the best among the crowd, and she could even see several gold chains on her neck, gold bracelets on her hands, and jewelry-filled rings. Obviously, in another city-state, even among the free people, she was considered a wealthy person with a wealthy life. Even when she arrived in a new city-state, she had the confidence to redeem her destiny.

But a skinny man in the corner of the convoy didn't think so.

His name is Jabir, and he is the most humble person among these people.

Of course, he was also considered a free citizen, not a slave. When they first fled the city-state that was ruined by defeat, they actually brought slaves. But soon, these slaves starved to death one by one and died of thirst.

Although buying a slave can buy half a camel, not to mention the food and water. However, in the desert, nothing is more precious than food and drinking.

When Jabir got up a week ago, he clearly saw...some people were siping blood in the dark.

They are thirsty, but there is no more water. They want to moisten their mouths with blood.

They soon discovered Jabir who was observing secretly and invited him to come together.

Jabir agreed.

He dared not disagree.

When they woke up the next day, no one cared about the slaves who died in their sleep. They set out on their way again.

But at least he opened his eyes alive.

Since then, the living slaves received a gift: a sip of water and urine. However, Jabir knew that it was only for the purpose of slaughtering the livestock.

The slave reduced at a rate of two to three a day, and occasionally he could drink a sip to quench his thirst. It was then that he realized... the blood was salty, and the more he drank, the thirsty he became.

That was the curse hidden in the blood. He was even more thirsty.

There is a bad news... Since yesterday, all the slaves have died. After all the slaves have died, he has the lowest status in the team.

Jabir had no job. He was a beggar or a liar. He used a tortoise shell card passed down to him by his grandfather to divine, but in fact he could not divine at all, because his grandfather died early and he had never learned it. And people almost knew that he could not divine.

Because of this, Jabir's divination was more of a performance than a divination - later he simply joined more performances. For example, spit out a sharp stone and penetrated the cake that he threw into the air; or shot an arrow backhand and smashed the pot with different tortoise shells.

But Jabir is very smart. No matter what the result of divination is, he will interpret it as ambiguous good news. It is precisely because of this that people love to listen to his divination, so his business is getting better and better.

One day, he felt that his state was coming. So he said the same thing to the 30th person with great excitement, and pledged to guarantee that he would be safe.

And after that, the city-state was suddenly broken.

That is the dry army!

Some of the good masters of their own city-states were killed by the rebels and permanently lost the water source, they attacked revengefully and robbed the bandits in other city-states!

They hated the civilians and slaves who lived in the oasis. Although they would also arrest and kidnap some slaves to sell them to goblins for supplies, they would try their best to kill all the people they met. Because they were jealous of these people being able to live in the oasis, and they were also born among these people because of the rebels who dared to resist the good Lord.

Out of hatred and jealousy, these civilians who seized the property of the Good Lord and were armed mercilessly swung their machetes to the civilians in another city.

On the way to escape, he saw a corpse on the ground. One of the thirty people blessed by him fell to the ground, and none of them were alive.

When they reorganized the team outside the city, this incident spread - everyone knew that Jabir promised to die all thirty people who were safe.

So he became a liar, liar, Jabir... and some people called it a curse because his evil curse attracted the dry army, causing their family to be destroyed and their lives to be destroyed.

They can choose only one way, that is to go to other city-states.

Almost all city-states will capture refugees from other city-states as slaves.

Every resting man knows that there is such a truth in the world--the free people today may become new slaves tomorrow. Once they become slaves, they will always be slaves.

There are very few city-states that accept migrant populations, and Paradise City is one of them.

Many travelers and merchants passing by Paradise City will praise the sacred glory of Paradise City. Many free people come from other city-states. They live peacefully and peacefully in a city full of green trees, clear springs, and clean and beautiful, enjoying endless food. And there is only one thing they have to do, and that is praise.

——Can money be bought for sacred?

If this question is in a foreign country, it may be necessary to argue: money may be bought for happiness, peace, success, prestige... But can it buy true sacred? Can a rich man become a saint who is truly admired by people?

And in rest, the answer is self-evident - only money can buy the sacred.

Anyone who cannot bring them a better life is the "false sacred" in the eyes of the resting people.

Jabir couldn't help but have a simple doubt in his heart—

...Where does his money come from, the good Lord of Heaven City?

He is kind to everyone, so why can't other good masters do it?

Does he really need no cost to do these things?

And just then.

A team of camel cavalry suddenly rushed out from the oasis ahead.

They were covered in smoke and dust, and a surprise voice appeared in the crowd: "He is here to pick us up!"

"wrong!"

The man holding the camel had better eyesight, so he noticed the details and his face suddenly changed: "It's the slave capturing team!"

There was a sudden chaos in the crowd, and the middle-aged woman who was treacherously said unwaveringly: "This is what is here to welcome us! Praise the generous Adil - you also praise Adil, he will not attack us!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the cavalry rushed to them at an extraordinary speed.

The middle-aged woman immediately shouted at the top of her voice: "Praise the generous Adil! Praise the kind Adil! We are here..."

Before she finished speaking, a transparent dim yellow shackle was wrapped around her neck!

——That are soul shackles.

The spells that the slave-capturing teams only use when they capture slaves or perform sacrifices - can directly bind the soul, thereby suppressing and sealing the other party's mana pool. Even extraordinary people are as fragile as mortals when they cannot use their mana.

She grabbed the shackles with fear in her hands and was dragged violently in the desert. Her words were choked back by the dust.

"Hahahaha! I am a rich lamb!"

The man in delicate leather armor caught him.

He shouted to the other person as if showing off: "The sheep oil belongs to me!"

"Sir, we are all free people!"

The man who looked at the camel shouted: "Let's join the generous Adil!"

"Oh," the man said lazily, violently dragging the middle-aged woman back like a fisherman closing the net, with a cruel smile on his face, "Who knows."

"The generous Adil blesses the free people—"

The man felt a strong sense of anxiety and fear, but he still protected the little girl and tried his best to lift her chest.

And the next moment, he was caught in his throat by the chains flying out of the hands of another camel cavalry.

"I haven't seen any free people."

The dark-skinned slave knight showed his white teeth: "Aren't these all slaves we captured?"

The slave knights rushed through the crowd, and chains flew out in exclamations and screams.

And they soon surrounded the slave knight who was the first to start.

"Huo, you have money. These big gold chains."

"This fat woman can't sell her anyway, so she can kill her."

"No hurry, let's talk about it when you go back to the city. It's a pity that this mutton was wasted - do me a favor and chop her fingers up. It's too fat to pull off the ring."

"Hahaha, then you have to give us some points!"

"I've got all my brothers, I said it's all my fault and you really believe it!"

The slave knights burst into laughter, accompanied by the knife falling from their hands, and the blood-stained fingers and the gold ring flew into the yellow sand together.

But the moment Jabir was entangled in chains, his mood became extremely quiet.

He finally understood why so many people came to join Adil but did not crowd the Paradise City...

If the free people arrive at the Paradise City, they will naturally enjoy Adil's blessing and kindness.

But the question is... can they arrive?

They can't get there.
Chapter completed!