Over the years, men have been thinking and refuting themselves, and have always spoken to the other person without saying anything.

With these things, the man argued that the priest was flushed. The man on the platform was said to his face, and he knocked on the guardrail of the platform in uneasy and angrily.

And those serfs who watched the debate applauded the men, because the men had no name, so they called him "the leader" or "the head of the country". They gathered around the men, and the one named Keck, asked him if he could give the saved Lord to them.

"The Lord is there, and when you pursue your conscience, she stands by your side without you asking for it." The man said.

The priest heard these blasphemous words and became angry and slapped the guardrail. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the priest lowered his head in shame and angrily left them and left them.

At night, Darab wondered why the priest didn't stay here for the night.

"Master, he fled in panic." said a serf named Mellon.

"Escape? What are you going to escape? Is there anything you can do? Did he beat and scold you?" Darabu was even more puzzled.

If the priest attacked the serfs on his farm, the noble would never allow it. Everyone here was his extremely precious property.

"No, Master, he quarreled with our farmer head, about the Lord's question." Serf Mellon answered truthfully.

"Lord? Are you a theology-knowing person?" Darab was surprised, thought for a while, and asked again, "Then is he literate?"

"Know! He is absolutely literate! I saw that he sometimes wrote something on the ground with wooden branches." Serf Melun saw Darab's intention to promote a man in his tone, and took the initiative to say good things.

Darabu just had a twelve-year-old only son, and he was worried that he could not find a competent teacher to learn calligraphy.

Soon, the man was summoned to the mansion by Dalab, and the nobles sat at the dining table and intimately invited him to sit at the table to have a meal.

"Nongtou," Darab also called him, "I have to ask you to teach my son to read, and I will give you five more copper dereks a month from now on."

"I can agree, but..." the man stared at his master, "I will teach you at night, and I still have to go farming in the morning."

Darab looked at the man in surprise and gratitude. The nobleman almost burst into tears when he saw such a responsible slave for the first time. He praised the man loudly, saying that the man was an indispensable deputy to the manor.

Darab then praised himself before the servants.

"Only those who are diligent and kind as me will be taken care of by our beloved Lord of Suffering," he said.

"No," the man interrupted him inappropriately, "The suffering does not take care of others, and the suffering of others is not suffering."

Darab looked at the man in surprise. Although he didn't understand, the man was undoubtedly knowledgeable to say such words. Darab felt that he had chosen the wrong person.

The next day, the man moved to the manor's mansion, a small but well-equipped room.

After he moved all his things, put away the old Feige and his diary, and hid it together with the candlestick, the man rushed back to the ridge.

The man took the horse plowing the field from a serf and smiled at him.

The serfs knew from this that men did not abandon them.

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Teaching people to read is not an easy task.

In particular, teach a noble's only son.

Darab's son Kassel could not see any sign of dullness. On the contrary, Kassel was more smart and clever than his noble father. Such children were not uncommon, and most of them would not listen to others when they were young.

The man was also bored by this. Except for the first few days, Kassel did not give the teacher face, especially the man was not a few years older than him.

And this kind of child usually has a conventional taming method.

"Cassel." The man closed his spread book.

Kassel looked up at him in confusion.

"Let's go out." The man said.

That night, the man took Kassel out of the manor under the name of going out to play, and the aristocratic child was taken to the ridge of the fields by the man.

The man looked for the serf who came to see the horse and asked for the key. He took out the horse that plowed the field.

It was the first time that Kassel, who had been locked up in the mansion by Darab, had contacted the horse so close. Although the old horses were thin and had a horn missing from the horses, it was enough to make Kassel amazed.

The man climbed to the horse, and the old horse had no saddle or stirrups, so he sat directly on the back of the crest and pulled Kassel up.

The horse was used to suffering, and it was very strong. In addition, two people were fifteen years old and the other was twelve years old. The old horse neighed a few times and quickly kicked its hooves.

The man took advantage of the slack farm to make a simple reins for it. He drove the horse and took Cassel over the guardrail of the manor and headed towards the forest.

The old horse was not running fast in the dark forest, but it was indeed jumping into the forest, and Kassel looked at the novel scenery.

Man holding a torch in his hand lighting.

He looked at the traces on each tree and pulled the reins on the horse. He led Cassel to the stream.

"What did you bring me here for?" Kassel couldn't help asking when he saw the man dismount.

"Beat you up." The man pulled Cassel off his horse.

He threw Kassel into the stream with a very reasonable attitude, and punched him on his arm.

Kassel suffered a pain, his eyes turned red and he stood up to fight back.

The man caught every punch, and Cassel punched twice, and the man punched one more time.

Until Kassel was in pain, his shoulders and arms were bruised and swollen, and he had no more strength.

But Kassel had a good time playing. Facing this rare opponent, he howled excitedly like a monkey, and was still eager to try.

The man pressed his head into the water.

Kassel finally begged for mercy.

"You want to kill me! Slave!" Kassel's eyes were soaked in red, and he said anxiously.

"If you want to be able to read, I will kill you once a week." The man said, slapped Kassel on the shoulder.

Kassel squeezed his eyes in pain, stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay, okay! I promise you!"

The man ignored Cassel and stared at the endless stream.

"There is water and wheat here." The man murmured as he thought.

No matter what the man was thinking, Kassel pointed at the man and said, "Hey, you don't have a name, do you want me to give you a name?"

"No, I have it." The man gave a negative answer.

"What's the name?" Kassel was surprised.

"There will be in the future." The man said.

Until the uprising many years later, Kassel still thought that was a very wonderful answer.

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During the process of Kassel's literacy, the man could not avoid talking about his thoughts. The summary over the years was that Kassel, who was the most restless, was easily attracted by this when he encountered these.

While Kassel tirelessly absorbed those thoughts, he was also fascinated by the man's "I am right and I am" Lord. This fascination comes from a sense of mystery and novelty, and is then conquered by the faith that Old Feige and the man have condensed together.

"She said 'Suffering is meaningless, only salvation can be achieved.'?" Kassel asked novelly.

"Yes," the man stared through the window and looked at the serfs' simple dwellings, "The Shanbu people were not born to suffer."

“What is the meaning of salvation?”

"Its meaning is..." The man spitted out his answer, and spent nearly ten years to exchange for it, "The gentle breeze and drizzle are rolling thunder."

The God beside them, the God they could not see, turned her head and stared at the man.

He got up early every day to farm, preached to other serfs, taught Kassel every night to learn literacy, and taught to discuss faith and hope.

This was undoubtedly a comfortable day, which lasted for several years.

However, men understand that this kind of life is not what they should have.

In fact, fate will not be without twists and turns.

Darabu accidentally fell off the cliff while going out hunting.

When his servants found him, only clothes were left on the ground.

Doomsday always comes one after another.

Darab's farm was soon targeted by a viscount's relative, and he sent someone to take over it. Because Darab did not leave a will, he forcibly denied Kassel's inheritance rights and claimed that Kassel had the only qualification to inherit the manor but not the qualification to inherit the manor. For this reason, the viscount joined forces with several other viscounts.

Soon, the weak Kassel could not even stay in the mansion, and the court ruled that Kassel had only temporary residence, which was the right to be a man.

The viscount who took over the farm was not like Darab, who had to worry about the farm harvest every day. Like other nobles, he sent his private servants and guards to serve as supervisors for these serfs.

The leisurely days of just farming are over.

The serfs were put on heavier and heavier shackles. In addition to farming, they were ordered to weave, breed, etc., as well as to voluntary labor imposed on them, and to pay a quarter of their property every quarter.

After all, many serfs were unable to support their ill work. When the land was insufficient, the viscount would forcibly seize half of their property to make up for it. Until the serfs could not pay the twenty copper derricks, the viscount would send new, younger serfs to cut off one finger of the original serf and drive it away like a replacement part.

These serfs fell back into hell.

And the man who told them the story of the scriptures.

One night, the man climbed the window and climbed into Cassel's room.

The man held his shoulder and uttered only one word, but tightened the veins all over his body.

"uprising!"
Chapter completed!