Chapter 71

"The smell of this place is really strange."

In the communicator, almin's complaint sounded.

"Soldier, concentrate. You're on a mission."

Soshyang hung some precious metals and jewelry on the noble angels.

This is a relatively backward world, and most of the residents in this world are pious and simple. They are willing to give everything for a miracle.

The most common form of expressing their faith is to sacrifice their property.

"I'm very, very sorry to make you laugh. They are all rural people who don't know etiquette."

At the side of astat's team was west, smiling and jumping on the crossbar.

The angels walked a steady road, which was not so easy at his feet, but it did not prevent him from following all the way.

From beginning to end, soshyan didn't answer him a word.

Walking through the residential area, the church can be seen.

Bang ~ Bang~

Suddenly, the copper bell on the steeple rang, in order to welcome the arrival of the emperor and angels.

The road leading to the church is still a very clean rock road, with green trees and flower beds on both sides. In the gap between these landscapes, you can see many thin and haggard people gathering.

They are refugees who have been driven out of church and completely homeless.

"Ah! The angels are coming!"

"The emperor is on the! Can I kiss their boots..."

The appearance of tall soldiers made these people gasp or scream. Most of them were sloppy. Layers of sweat and soil soiled their cloth that was hard to be called clothes. Even some people didn't even have this cloth, and their exposed bodies were covered with dirt.

Late at night, the temperature here is less than 10 degrees. Many people tremble in the cold wind, but they don't move a step.

Similarly, when astat passed in front of them, these poor people knelt down and worshipped. Some even took out the last little humble property and tried to throw it at the place where astat passed.

Given their situation, it is likely to be their last property.

The suffering of this life makes many people regard religion as the only spiritual comfort, for which they are willing to give everything.

Suddenly, soshyang stopped abruptly.

All the voices disappeared at the same time, and the mortals stared at the giants who were as motionless as sculptures.

Then soshyan bent down and gently twisted a gray thing from his feet with his fingers.

He didn't know what it was, but he noticed the frightened expression of a poor woman with disheveled hair and thin clothes on the right, and hugged a six or seven year old boy.

The boy was so thin that there was hardly any meat on his body, and his dirty skin was close to his bones.

Soshyan turned his head again and looked at the landlords and city councillors who followed him all the way, with greasy faces, gorgeous clothes and jewels.

Do they really belong to the same species?

"Very sorry! Very sorry!"

West immediately nodded wildly at soshyang like a frightened chicken, then waved to the guards and shouted:

"Let you get rid of all this rubbish! Are they all blind!"

Knowing that the guards who got into trouble immediately turned around, the refugees shouted. Although people were reluctant, they got up one after another and planned to immediately. The woman was the same, but the child in her arms still stared at the thing in soshyan's hand.

"Mom, I'm still hungry..."

Bang!

With a loud noise, everyone stopped, like a freeze frame image.

Soshyan then hung his high explosive pistol back on his lap and turned to the woman.

The approach of a demigod frightened the woman, but she didn't dare to move. The child in her arms also suppressed the impulse to cry. Fear enveloped the team of mother and son.

Many people closed their eyes and didn't dare to see the bloody scene that happened next.

But then everyone was stunned.

The demigod bent down and spread out his palm, and the gray thing lay on it quietly.

The woman was too frightened to move. She was short and thin. She only reached astat's waist. When she leaned over, she felt like a mountain falling towards her.

But the boy in her arms seemed to let hunger overcome fear, leaned out at a very fast speed, grabbed the things in soshyang's hands, and then chewed them with relish.

"Is this food?"

The demigod opened his mouth and waded through the eardrums of the people around him like rolling thunder.

"Yes..."

"Your Excellency, this is the relief ration we gave them."

Before the woman could say the second word, West stepped in.

"It's noisy outside, and they don't have a livelihood. The emperor taught us to love the same kind, so we provide them with the minimum living relief free of charge. This thing is called good grain, which includes grains and some plants. We often eat this staple food. It doesn't taste bad, especially

"Cruel..."

"I didn't ask you."

Soshyan whispered off each other's words and turned to the woman.

She stuttered for a long time and finally said a word.

"Thanks to the protection of the emperor, it's still, ok..."

She thought again and said in a low voice:

"We can eat everything. We are used to everything. We can eat well, but some people have to make trouble, and people's hearts are bad..."

West immediately laughed, but sosh's next sentence solidified his expression.

The demigod pointed to the things in the boy's arms and said in a low voice:

"Most of that thing is soil."