Chapter 140 Because We Are the Eldest Sons of God

When Pava arrived at Yao City, his stomach was empty, he was hungry and tired.

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

The people here were wearing linen clothes, leather armor, woolen coats or black robes. It seemed that everyone had status and was very decent.

Pava was naked from the waist, with only a piece of dirty black cloth covering his waist and thighs.

He was covered with blood scabs, calluses and abscesses on his wrists and feet, and a branding scar on his back that symbolized his slave status.

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

But where to escape to?

Leaving this holy city, there were slave traders everywhere outside.

He would only be caught again, sold to another slave owner, and continue to be whipped and tortured.

He remembered the words of the tall man.

"Don't be caught by slave traders again, you may not meet me next time."

The man called himself Tonghai and led a team called the Northern Temple Army. The slave traders gnashed their teeth at them, calling them pirates, thieves and executioners, but they were terribly afraid of him.

Pava clenched his fists.

He would not go anywhere, and he would die in this holy city. He never wanted to be whipped, burned, stabbed, drink slop and eat pig food like pigs and dogs.

Pava looked around and saw the tall and holy building.

Temple.

This was the original temple of the gods and the earliest place of miracles.

Pava walked along the street.

Beside the white jade temple, there were people kneeling to pray and worship the gods.

Among these people were scholars in robes, hunters and adventurers in leather armor, farmers and fishermen in linen, and foreign islanders and mountain people in strange clothes and different skin colors.

They spoke different languages, but they all faced the same temple.

Here, language was not a barrier.

Everyone knew that they were all the same. In front of the gods, they are all devout believers and tiny followers.

Pava also followed them and knelt on the ground.

Will the gods answer?

He didn't know.

Pava's hometown is on a small island in the south. There is no temple there, but the gospel of Lord Yao is also spread.

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

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

Pava closed his eyes and prayed silently.

The omnipotent gods...

Pava asks you to give me guidance so that I don't have to be a slave anymore.

The young islander prayed devoutly.

He had no other choice.

As long as he could not be a slave, survive, and have enough food, he could do anything.

Hunger and thirst made his brain groggy, his eyes black, and his body as soft as clam meat.

Pava felt someone helping him up, and water flowed into his lips.

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

A voice came from his ear.

"Pious man, you need to rest and eat. God has given us a lot of food in the hope 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 naked and dark-skinned like himself. He wore a circle of garlic strings around his neck, and a smile appeared on his thin and weather-beaten face.

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

Pava wolfed down the wheat cake.

The other party nodded: "That's all I have. Good luck, young believer."

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

"Your, your, name."

Pava's mainland language was not very good, and no one would teach slaves to read and speak. But after listening to it more, he could understand what others meant.

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

The old man smiled, showing his uneven teeth, and then turned away.

Pava had never encountered such a thing before.

Someone actually helped him for no reason, just because he worshipped the temple.

This must be the guidance of the gods.

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

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

Another passerby stopped and asked him: "Are you a runaway slave?"

Pava's heart tightened, he lowered his head and pretended 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 person laugh: "So you are from Kalobuza Island, look up, my friend, no slave traders will take you back."

"Slave trading is prohibited in Yao City, and it is prohibited to capture and own slaves. I originally lived in Qubinini Island not far from Kalobuza, and I am from the same place as you."

Huh?

The other person is also from the Southern Islands.

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

"My name is Qubirol."

The black scholar said: "Don't worry, this is a holy city. No one will be sold here. As long as you believe in Lord Yao sincerely, you will be accepted here. What's your name?"

"Pava."

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

"Before that, you can live in the hut outside the side hall."

Qiubilol and I came from the same place and were about the same age.

But I became a slave, and the other party was a respectable scholar with status.

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

It was 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?"

Qiubilol smiled and didn't answer.

Pava wanted to cry for a while.

He didn't know why, not because of fear, not jealousy. It was something that he couldn't explain, which made his eyes sore and his heart feel particularly 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 and shrank his neck for a while.

The citizens and believers around him raised their heads one by one, with undisguised smiles on their faces. The whole street was echoing with people's loud cheers.

"God's miracle, God's gift!"

"The great God is back!"

"The ancient monument has finally received the blessing of miracles!"

"The seminary, the seminary has been recognized by the Lord God, this is God's praise."

...

Pava looked confused.

"Why should we help others? Let me tell you, Pava." Chubirol next to him said slowly.

"Because we are the eldest sons of God!"

The young scholar pointed to the two glowing buildings in the distance, his face 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 collapsed during the era change. Only the monument and the seminary in Yaocheng can be transformed into wonders.

Faith in the upper right corner -8000.

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

Only the first wonder construction has a discount. The monument consumes 3000 faith, and the seminary behind it consumes 5000 faith at the original price.

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

The result is that it collapsed internally.

In the first season of A Tale of Two Cities in the pixel world, Yaocheng, which unites people's hearts, has the last laugh.

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