Some fragmentary pictures flashed before his eyes.
What surprised him was that this "mortal" had an unexpectedly large soul, as if it had experienced thousands of years.
The soul is not ancient, but from another perspective it is amazingly corrupt.
It was as if his soul had been cut countless times, with fine cracks in it, as if it was about to break and die.
But he didn't, his soul was bound by a powerful force and stuck together tightly.
call--
The darkness in front of him disappeared, and he suddenly appeared in a study room.
No, it's not Him.
He did not really come to a certain place, but his will entered a memory and began to watch from Ning Feng's perspective.
The perspective began to move on its own. He came to the bookshelf and casually pulled out a thick cowhide-covered book from it.
There is no name on it, just a family crest engraved in gold paint.
Only true golden descendants can use gold paint to depict the family crest, and no one else has the right to overstep it!
Opening the title page, there is only a line of artistic calligraphy written on it.
"I would like to dedicate this to our great god..."
"This is... a record of donations to the church?"
boom.
Putting it on the table and spreading it out, he opened a page at random and heard Ning Feng talking to himself.
He read the above record, or a memoir:
"I am the thirteenth generation patriarch of the Xikaran family, Ross Xikaran. This is the most proud thing in my seventy-year career."
"In the 24th year of the Ceylon calendar, the aristocratic church asked us to pay three times the tribute than previous years to celebrate the centenary celebration of the appearance of the gods."
"It's tough! But it doesn't stop us."
"The Shikaran family upholds the fine traditions of the golden age and will never give up! I immediately swore in the temple as the patriarch and the dignity of my noble family that I must complete this challenge!"
The words of the Ross patriarch of the Shikaran family are full of strong self-confidence and pride as a noble, as well as firm belief in facing difficulties.
"Taking this opportunity, I issued a notice in the name of God and the church to increase the taxes of all territories to five times."
"Because I know very well those cunning and despicable untouchables. No matter how I show my kindness and no matter how generous terms I give, they will never be able to complete their mission."
"A bunch of untouchables! Bugs in dark corners! Rats that only know how to eat food!"
"They have no morals at all. They always only think about opportunism. They can only complete 60 to 70 percent of tax revenue every year."
"Then I will increase it to five times. As long as they can complete 60%, it will be enough for me to deliver to the church."
Ross was proud, moved by his wit, and extremely proud and proud.
"Sure enough, everything is just as I thought."
"Although there were four or five untouchable riots in the months before the notice was issued, those voices disappeared after the bodies of all participants were nailed to racks and paraded to other villages."
"As for the families of those criminals, I am very tolerant and did not sentence them to the same crime. That would be too bloody and barbaric!"
"But death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided. If you make a mistake, you must pay the price!"
"For those people, I just doubled the tax on the original basis. No matter what means are used, as long as they can make up for it at the end of the year, then I will pretend that nothing happened."
"Otherwise, I will take the land back and sell them all to slave traders."
"Having said this, I have to review one of my bad habits - I am really too kind!"
"I actually gave them a chance to atone for their sins!"
Ross was extremely emotional. He felt that there were too few generous and considerate nobles like him in this era, and the rest were a group of reckless men who only knew how to rule with blood.
"However, what made this challenge even more difficult was the sudden accident in the second half of the year."
"A sudden snowfall covered 90% of the territory with snow. Although it looks beautiful in the castle, it is not a good thing for the harvest that year."
"But it still hasn't stopped us from moving forward!"
The heavy snow did not destroy Xikaran's fighting spirit, but instead aroused his desire to win.
"I personally led the guards to clear the heavy snow in Zhuangyan Lane, and distributed a large amount of food to the victims, so that they could survive the most difficult time."
"I treat the distributed food as an advance for next year, and I'm kind enough not to calculate interest on it!"
Ross was proud of his shrewdness and flexibility.
"Although the process was very difficult and they encountered many obstacles, that year, the Shikaran family still submitted the full amount of the tribute required by the church."
"I, Ross Xikaran, withstood the pressure! Overcame countless difficulties! Finally, I successfully maintained the dignity of the Xikaran family!"
Next, there is a large page of self-praise and later generations' praise for the great achievements of their ancestors.
The man did not continue reading, but after being silent, he asked the waiter to bring two books.
A book says:
[In the 24th year of the Ceylon calendar, the Shikaran territory was hit by a heavy snowstorm. Tens of thousands of victims were killed and injured, and the grain harvest was only 30% of previous years. 】
The other one is:
[In the 24th year of the Ceylon calendar, the amount of slave exports from the Shikaran territory increased significantly, reaching fifteen times that of the previous year. 】
[Due to the impact, the price of slaves plummeted, but a large number of people still sold their families to slave merchants. 】
[An adult man can only sell for one-third of the original price, and the price of a woman is only one-half of the original price.]
[Slave merchants refuse to accept children, and families that cannot afford to support them will choose to sell the children together with the adults at a low price.]
【...Or, kill with your own hands.】
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The memory in front of him continued, he could still see Ning Feng's memory, but at the same time he could see Ning Feng's figure standing in front of him.
Ning Feng looked into the other party's golden eyes and said indifferently:
"And in this book, in this bookshelf, in this city... such things abound."
"They show no remorse for their actions."
"They never felt that they had done anything wrong from beginning to end."
"Because from the beginning, they did not treat those people as human beings like themselves, but as goods, animals on their territory."
Ning Feng's voice was still calm and gentle, without anger, but it contained undisguised amusement and ridicule.
"What's more, what they regret before they die is just that they were on the wrong team."
"Tell me, how should I deal with these people? Let's forget about it?"
"Or are you like a priest who gives them a chance to change their ways as long as they are willing to repent?"
He looked at Him and asked doubtfully:
"Why should I give them a chance to atone?"
laugh.
Ning Feng smiled.
He laughed sarcastically.
"I understand, you must have been joking before, right?"