"Shit! These damn noble pigs! They should all be arrested by the judged knights, hung on the street and beat them hard!"

Old John bared his mouth, rolled his sleeves and looked at the bloody whip marks on his arm, looking angry.

His hair was messy and seemed to have not been washed for a long time. It emitted a stinky smell, and his skin was reddened by the sun was carved with deep wrinkles. If he didn't say it, no one would even believe that he was less than thirty-five years old this year.

Limping down the street, he cursed while walking.

Suddenly, a team of well-equipped knights rode a tall horse and flew past the streets in a mighty manner, scaring Old John so much that he quickly rolled aside in a mess.

This kind of knight master who is loyal to the nobles is the most unreasonable. If he can't avoid it, no one will care about the free people like him even if they die.

The dust was flying, and he coughed a lot, his face was covered in dust, and the scars on his body seemed to be cracking even more, making him grinning in pain.

"Shit! It's all shit!"

Old John crawled up cursingly.

He felt discomfort at his feet, and he looked down and realized that he had accidentally lost his shoes while he was hiding.

"Where are my shoes?"

Old John was anxious and quickly searched.

He only has this pair of shoes left, so he can't lose it anymore.

And when he found his other shoe on the side of the road, the shoe was almost trampled.

It was done by those knights.

"Shit! It's all shit!"

Old John became even more angry.

He put on the torn shoes, revealing several toes that looked like a layer of mud. After moving for a while, he could barely make do with it.

"That's it."

Old John sighed and limped towards the church.

He had to find a pastor to treat his injuries, otherwise he would not have thought about working these days.

The nobles are shameless people, and they can't get back the wages they owed. If they can't find another job in a short period of time, they might even starve to death.

In this world, too many refugees who escaped from the south like him have starved to death.

To be honest, he now regrets that he did not disembark in Zeroland with those untrustworthy people when he went north.

I heard from the bard in the tavern that Fengyue’s life in Freedom is like a paradise, and those who immigrate there will be properly placed, and those with skills may even be assigned jobs and residences.

It's so enviable.

Looking back on his experience over the past year, Old John's expression became more and more depressed.

However, there is a major premise for immigrating to Fengyue’s free enrollment.

That is, we must give up our original beliefs and convert to the goddess of life.

This is unacceptable to Old John, who has been a devout eternal believer since childhood.

At least… it used to be.

After struggling to come to the church of the Eternal Church, Old John hesitated for a moment when he looked at the neat and beautiful building.

Speaking of which…when was the last time I came to church?

Can't remember it anymore.

He can't remember how long he hasn't been to Eternal Church.

When he first came to this small town in Northern Territory, he would pray once a week.

At that time, the savings he brought had not been spent.

And now, he is just a bad guy with nothing, running around every day for his livelihood.

In addition to the identity of a free people.

Old John looked at his tattered clothes, then at the church door, the decent dressed believers, looking a little nervous.

He didn't know whether he should step in.

This church that I used to be accustomed to now feels like two worlds, and it has brought him great pressure.

"What are you afraid of? I am also a devout and eternal believer! When I was in the south, I donated silver coins to the church!"

Old John cheered himself up and suppressed his inferiority complex.

Taking a deep breath, he limped up.

However, before Old John could enter the church, he was stopped by the servants at the door:

"Hey! Stop! What are you going to do?"

"Sir, I...I want to ask the pastor to treat the wounds on my body."

Old John raised his head and looked at the attendant with a little nervousness with the sun badge on his chest, and squeezed out a flattering smile.

The badge of the sun, which is the eternal church, symbolizing the first sun, judgment and power.

These attendants should be the newly recruited reserve knights of the church. Recently, the church seems to have been expanding the recruitment of knights. Old John also heard from the tavern that someone had gained the favor of God and had jumped from an ordinary person to a high-ranking silver profession, which made him very envious.

Unfortunately, these knights must be recommended by the nobles, or have strong extraordinary talents, and ordinary people like him have no chance at all.

Looking at Old John's embarrassed look, the servants frowned slightly.

"If you want to enter the church, change your body-faced clothes, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the gods! In addition, a treatment costs five gold pounds. Are you ready?"

They said expressionlessly.

"Five...five gold pounds?"

Old John's eyes widened, disbelief.

"Wait, sir...Don't the church's primary treatment only requires five silver coins? When will five gold pounds be needed?"

He said in disloyal.

Five gold pounds are five hundred silver coins, and he can't make so much even in a year.

Old John's salary is only one silver coin a day, but he is often deducted by nobles... and he has nothing left after taking out the expenses.

Now, he only had ten silver coins on his body, and he finally saved it. He originally planned to save enough twenty coins to buy a new set of clothes and shoes.

"Silver coins? He actually said silver coins?"

The two servants laughed loudly after hearing this.

After laughing, they glanced at the ragged old John with contempt and said:

"What era is that? Now the world is so chaotic. People are looking for a pastor to see a doctor every day. The church also recruits knights. Why are the pastors busy? Now the pastors can only perform intermediate treatments, hardware pounds at one time!"

"Yes...but I only need primary treatment."

Old John said nervously.

"Are you teaching us to do things? Or teach the pastor to do things? Five gold pounds, just look at it, don't block the way here if you don't look at it, and many believers are going to come in!"

The attendant frowned and said.

Old John opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but eventually fell into silence.

Holding the silver coins in his hand tightly, he lowered his head and limped away.

"The poor man, he just wants to come to the church to see a doctor, and he doesn't look at what he looks like!"

The attendant's sneer came from behind, piercing into Old John's heart like a steel needle.

He paused slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

A gorgeous carriage drove past him and entered the church courtyard. Old John heard the voice of the servant again:

"Oh, isn't this Lord Herman? Why are you here? Please come in quickly, please come in quickly... The Priest has been talking about you for a long time!"

The voice is pleasing.

Old John looked back at the arrogant, gorgeously dressed nobleman and flattering church attendant. He was obviously from the summer, but inexplicably felt a little cold.

He felt a little confused.

He originally wanted to spend three more silver coins to dedicate them to the church, and then listen to the pastor's teachings and express his troubles...

But I didn't expect that even the church door could not be stepped in.

"Ha, the noble pigs and the servant pigs should be beaten up! They should all be punished by the gods!"

He muttered in a low voice.

The voice was a little hoarse inexplicably.

The scorching sun hung in the sky, and Old John limped to the Black Walnut Tavern with his wounded body.

The prawn was filled with sweat, inferior wine, strong perfume, etc., which made the pungent smell of sweat, which was suffocating, but Old John was used to it.

This is the cheapest tavern in the slums in the city, with a large number of alcoholics, idle men, refugees and low-level adventurers.
To be continued...