It was not until after Avas and his party entered the city gate that Avas in the carriage put down the book "Rest" in his hand and looked at the old Ibn with some confusion: "Is this really effective?"

This is what Old Ibn gave him when they just approached the oasis.

Old Ibn asked Aivas to read the lines in the first chapter above - Aivas felt a little ashamed, so he changed the lines slightly, making him more natural.

Of course he knew what this was. It was like a religious classic, but in the desert, he did not believe in the Savior's religion in "Breeding"...

But this is normal, Aivas thought. After all, there are really gods in this world. Compared to the illusory future savior, it is still real. Gods who can give power are more worthy of faith.

"I look quite useful."

Haina complained: "They are all maggots on the ground, and they want to kowtow."

When Haina learned that the "cake master" who brought her great excitement was the ritual master raised by the Lord of Qingquan City, she felt a huge disgust towards his colleagues.

Even though I still can't hate them because of my strangeness, I already fully understand how twisted scum this is. There will never be a trace of pity or relaxation.

"You don't know how much we value Rest."

Old Ibn laughed, a little sad, and a little nostalgic: "For families who can teach children to read, the words they learn must come from "Sleeping"; for all families, including slaves, except for fathers, mothers and masters, the first sentence they learned is basically "The sky is bursting, the king of indigo spits out a fire, and comes from a sandstorm."

"Every true restoration man has a complex mood for this desert. It nurtured us, imprisoned us, and tormented us. Even if everyone believes more or less in the afterlife, no one will long for the coming of the Savior who brought us out of the desert. Because of the twelve outrageous prophecies that have been fulfilled and almost impossible, many believe that the first and the thirteen prophecies will come.

"Obviously, only those esoteric believers who learn from the Horus and pursue 'Mitra' will not believe in the arrival of the Savior."

The old man sighed softly and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He was a little cloudy and his dim pupils stared at the people kneeling outside.

Like the wind blowing down wheat waves, people also fall down in front of them and kowtow.

This is where old Ibn once walked.

He used to work here and study in the library.

He almost became a member of those "Crow Guards". If one of his senior brothers had not secretly advised him to make a pledge to the Purity Sect... he would have become a member of the thirst stone.

Haina looked a little reluctant and whispered: "Will this be a little bad..."

"You don't know that we resting men are such a slut, Lord Dane."

Old Ibn likes to call Khaina by her last name.

Although Haina was a civilian, she was already a member of the Arbitration Office. Although the Kingdom of Avalon no longer exists now, the old Ibn still treated Avas and Haina as he was when serving the old queen - the little princess's lover and the knight of the arbitrator.

The old man's mouth raised slightly, as if he smiled bitterly, as if he sneered, and as if he was sarcastic: "The more he is good to us, the more greedy he is, the more he is, the more he is, the more he is, the more he is dissatisfied; the more he gives us a harsh admonition, the more loyal and honest he is."

"this……"

Haina frowned in silence.

Old Ibn looked out the window, and his pupils seemed to reflect the scene of his betrayal in the past.

His words became more and more indifferent, as if they didn't care about anything. Things should be like this, but just listening to his words made Evas feel pain in his heart:

"A slave, that's it. How could the master feel at ease if he is not tamed into a dog?

"If people can think, they will become humans. But the good lords don't need so many people. Most of them are chickens, cattle and sheep, livestock, ants. The hot soup in the pot, the dirt on the street, the bloodstone on the altar, and the fire burning at the bottom of the pit..."

Old Ibn, who was about to die, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep, and as if he had fallen into a dream.

After a long time, he opened his eyes as if he woke up, muttered two meaningless words in his mouth, and his voice became louder again: "It's just that you can bite people and feel at ease. It's just that if you're not so smart, your master is willing to reward two bones.

"Smart people... are also there. Anxue has the best craftsman in the world who can write 5,800 words on a finger bone - that is the number of words in "Anxue"; but if he can't do it, or if he carves the finger bone, the whole family will be buried with him.

"There are unparalleled musicians in the world - I am forgiving that even the great singer of the iris can't sing such a grand and sacred voice alone. Such an actor, as long as the good Lord wants, can cut off her tongue as he wishes. Or cut open her chest and abdomen to see if her lungs are bigger than ordinary people.

“No one thinks there is anything wrong with this. Or maybe there is, it’s just that they’re dead.

"Sir... you said that the good Lords initially only wanted to protect the remains of their ancestors. They also had a divine mission, like night watchmen holding torches."

The old man said softly: "But the night watchmen... do you really want the sun to rise again? If the sun doesn't light, they are the only fire. When the sun rises, the flames in their hands are like children's jokes.

"I don't know what sacred mission, nor what the good Lord gives to rest. I only know... If I don't smash all this, the sky of this world will not be bright.

"You don't know that many stupid people want the sky to stop lighting up. Just because they are used to this kind of life, just because they have divided such a ridiculous little light and fire. Just because they have, and others don't... so they hate the brighter world.

"If you want to smash all this, you must not be gentle. It is not the most intense scolding or the most poisonous whipping, and people will not stand up at all.

"——And the prophecy of "Sleeping" is the best whip. It wakes people up and looks up in a daze... to see if the sky is bright.

“…Look at whether it’s bright that day.”

Old Ibn repeated the last sentence.

His eyes flashed, as if he had seen some hallucinations, and it seemed like there was a flash of tears.

He looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground, as if he had seen his past self and his companions.

——His senior brother, the person he once admired, was betrayed by his junior brother... Ibn's nephew.

“…Aziz bin Abdul.”

Ibn said slowly: "The reason why that man was able to enter the big library to learn ritual magic was because of my recommendation. He was a slave who was killed and thus exiled in the city where the good master was killed and thus exiled. My sister missed this child and adopted him."

In order to get to the next level, he reported the old Ibn and his senior brother one by one - because their secretly helping the slaves escape were counted as "stealing the good Lord's property."

"I didn't know at that time. The person who reported them was my nephew and my sister's adopted son..."

Old Ibn said sarcastically: "When we were learned to fire, we lived in our sister's house with our companions. We planned how to secretly rescue the innocent and righteous people who were chosen as thirsty stone materials and replace them with sinners.

"We didn't even plan to rebel against the Good Lord at that time."

Because they all know what would happen if Qingquan City lost the Good Lord.

"But maybe it was to go to the next level, or because of jealousy of my senior brother and my talents... Aziz bin Abdul, who was still an apprentice, secretly collected evidence and captured us on the spot with the Crow Guard.

"They tried their best to send me out.

"And they were hung on this road. Because they would rather die than hand over my whereabouts.

"My sister, Aziz's adoptive mother... was also tortured to death by the Good Lord for taking us in."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Tang was silent like Mu.

His brows were slightly frowning, and only his tight lips and clenched fists could explain his boiling emotions at this moment.

Aivas slowly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!