These lords knew that they had done something wrong, and the tone of voice that the lord lord was showing now suddenly reminded them of the way this guy looked yesterday when they first met inside the village. At this time those foolish villagers remembered that their lord was not some nice talking priest, but a heart-stopping nobleman.
What the lord said, these lack of insight could not fully understand, but they were able to hear that he was angry.
The morning of the asylum was silent, and only the words of the lord lord alone echoed around.
"The first kind of people who are untouchables, they are like animals, born with sins. They know that because of the sins they committed in their previous life, they can never turn over in this life, but the lord is enlightened and the god is merciful, so this group of untouchables can make themselves a little better in the process of atoning for their sins through their own efforts, and if their sins are redeemed in this life, they will have the opportunity to stop being untouchables in the next life."
"The second kind of people called fools, they are not only as low as untouchables, but also stupid. They are born with sins but they don't know it. The lords think they are only worthy of being whipped and made to do the most despicable things, but God is merciful, so the more despicable things they do, the more they can redeem their sins. As long as they work hard, they still have a chance to live a good life."
"The third kind of people called mobs, who are not only lowly and stupid, but also like to go further and further down the wrong path! Such people deserve only to be hanged or burned. But God is all-pervasive, and at the end of their sinful lives, they will not go to hell as long as they repent before they die. There is still a chance to be a human being in the next life!"
These three kinds of civilians in George's mouth are extremely insulting in nature, yet the villagers are not bothered because they have long been used to hearing them and have even taken these names as common sense.
This time some of them understood, while more of them, with wide eyes, pondered the meaning of what the lord had said.
The lord lord paused, swept a circle with a cold gaze, and asked, "Say, who among you is a pariah, who is a fool, and who is a mob?"
This time all of them understood, and in the midst of their fear and trepidation, they began to shiver all over and to swing like sieves.
They looked at the monster behind the lord, hanging from several stands, and looked around with their eyes to find out who among them was a pariah, who was a fool, and who was a mob.
Looking for, today who should be hanged right - no food people, some blame those who hide food, they are today to make these things. Those who had food, complained about the guys who led the charge - but they looked a bit badass. So start worrying about whether you're going to get strung out.
All three groups had people whose legs were starting to get weak, but all ignored the lords they had previously complained about - because they simply couldn't unite, and how can peasants who don't unite, fight landlords?
The scene was dead silent, and the morning grew colder. The lord suddenly broke the silence and also interrupted the thinking of some smart people, not giving them any chance to unite, he said: "The untouchables are smart, the fools know what to do along with everyone. I think you already have a number in your minds to know who is a mob, report him out - of course, I hope he will come forward himself, and I will give him a chance to redeem himself."
This time the scene was no longer that cold.
These few words of the lord divided these fools completely - almost all of them thought that they should not be mobs. Wishing they were untouchables and fighting to be untouchables - they all wanted to do something for the lord lord to prove that they were untouchables.
Like prosecute the mob!
But who is a mob? And who is fit to be a mob?
Some people are unable to figure it out - they are too stupid. Some are a little hesitant.
So the boldest and 'smartest' person stood up - Daniel's lazy and cunning mob.
With someone suddenly standing up, reaching out and shouting, all eyes turned to the poor crazy woman.
The crowd exploded with a whoop and a holler, and almost instantly a consensus was reached!
This crazy woman is not to be messed with by anyone, and if she is hanged, the matter will be put to rest. Everyone can easily turn over this one. Anyone is happy.
"It's her! It was her sins that brought that evil demon here! She's the one who let that evil demon spy on us poor people with one finger! ~" "My lord! We are all untouchables, not mobs!" "I'm a foolish people, I'm a foolish people, whip me, the previous lord lord used to whip me every time he came!" "I have proof! I saw her sneaking around in the cemetery this morning! She must be the one doing it! She is the one who is dealing with the devil!"
Everyone was talking in extreme unity - no one was a mob, it was that crazy woman who deserved to die! They were agitated, pushing the girl who was frozen in place and shivering in front of them, hiding themselves behind her, and as she was dragged to the raised platform, some even started throwing stones towards her, shouting that she would be burned to death!
'The brave are angry and draw their swords to the stronger; the cowardly are angry, but draw their swords to the weaker.' George watched all this coldly. A wave of anger surged more and more in his chest.
The farmhouse where that skinny girl lived, he had just seen on the road.
It was not even called a farmhouse.
Because that was originally for the corpse collectors to live.
There are many good houses in the shelter, although simple, but they are not bad. And this group of fools is a total of 30 or so families, how to share she can also get a decent house to share.
But she lives in the worst and most humble one, not only has collapsed half, and the closest to the cemetery.
Because she doesn't deserve it! Not only did the villagers not let her, but even she herself felt that she deserved it.
'Ugly' people, sometimes even getting up in the morning to go to the toilet, are falsely accused of entering the cemetery to deal with the devil...
But she was used to it, just like the group of people who were fighting to be untouchables, she was used to the word witch.
Even now, even those villagers tore her, dragged her up to the high platform by her dirty hair, and threw dirty things and stones towards her. She was bruised and battered, and felt that she might really deserve to die.
But this kind of deserved, not because she felt she had made a mistake. Rather, her heart had already died.
The world was too painful, and she was labeled after she was born.
She was born in the midst of a black tide, and the fearful people inflicted all their hatred of it on her. In the original place where that lived, the young one had been dragged to the bridge and nearly hanged by her father.
After the rope broke, she drifted to the shore at the bottom of the river, was rescued by the refugees, and began to be displaced.
In the midst of her escape, she had felt the warmth that gave her renewed hope for life.
But she was destined to be a hateful and unknowable person who always knew what others did not know, and she knew she should not speak of it, but she could not watch the people who had saved her and given her food die in a tragic way, and did not want what happened in that dream to become real again.
However, after each incident was confirmed, the people began to believe that she had brought the village to the unknown.
Gradually, those once gentle eyes began to become cold, strange, and gradually began to reject, and hate.
She tried to commit suicide, but all wounds in the darkest mists will only heal quickly. Perhaps only the sacred flame can purify her completely...