168 “(Quick Travel) Meat Eating Journey” Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Western Fantasy‧Whoring the Great Priest (1)

“Lord, please protect your pure lamb and protect your devout people…”

On the high platform, the gentle and compassionate prayers are like gurgling clear springs, conveying the strange power of making people feel peaceful.The man in a white robe knelt in front of the statue, his satin-like blond hair flowing down his back, glowing with dazzling warmth in the early morning sun.Just below his feet, the broad square was crowded with people kneeling down, singing hymns in praise of the God of Light along with the gentle prayers of the men.

This is the weekly morning prayer in Fort Feixi. As the capital of the largest kingdom on the continent, 90% of the nearly 300,000 people in Fort Feixi are followers of the Light God Religion.Before every morning prayer, believers would come from all directions in the city. Even though the temple deliberately chose the largest square of Fort Feixi to hold morning prayers, it still could not prevent the vast land that could accommodate an army from being occupied.

In stark contrast, there was the high platform directly in front of the square. Apart from the two serving holy boys, there were only the statue of the God of Light silently overlooking the people on the high platform, and the man with blond hair and white robes.

Theodore Versedes.

Margery silently recalled the name on the tip of her tongue again. The high priest of the Noldor Parish of the Sect of Light was in charge of millions of believers in the Noldor Kingdom. He had a resounding title – the Chosen Son of God.

“As expected of Lord Visedes,” Margaery heard the man kneeling behind her whisper, his voice full of piety and admiration, “Even just listening to this holy sound for a short quarter of an hour, my soul has been cleansed.”

“Yes”, “That’s right”… His words were immediately recognized by the surrounding believers.

Wash…?Margery thought that she definitely did not feel this way.She is not a believer in the Illuminati Cult, nor does she believe in illusory gods. The reason why she goes to the square every week to attend morning prayers is just because…

At this time, the morning prayers ended.Theodore stood up and turned his head.The morning breeze in early spring still had a slightly cool breath, brushing the blond hair on the man’s chest, making the hem of his robe oscillate slightly, like a white bird spreading its wings and about to fly, and like a saint descending into the world.He raised his hand and combed his messed-up forehead with his long fingers. His fingertips brushed over the handsome features that were carved by gods. Under his long eyebrows, his pupils were like two breathtaking red gems. In the middle of the deep pupils, there seemed to be a faint hint of gold.

This was not the first time she had seen this face, but every time she saw it, Margaery would stand there dumbfounded.What kind of blessing would it take for God to create such a flawless person.The Chosen Son of God, the Chosen Son of God… Only at this moment could Margaery understand why this great priest was called so.

If there really is a god in this world, then the person he sent to the world must be someone like Theodore.

In the distance, the tall and tall figure of the great priest was slowly stepping down from the high platform.The crowd began to surge towards him like a tide. The devout believers cheered, cried, and even knelt down to kiss the feet of his robe, but the gentle and compassionate smile on Theodore’s face did not change at all.He bent down and patiently helped every old man kneeling on the ground.He bent down and gave sincere blessings to each child.Whether he was in front of a ragged beggar or a bejeweled lady, he treated them all equally with his comfort and whispers.

“Lord Vicedes! Lord Vicedes!” Margaery mingled in the crowd and stretched out her hand desperately towards the man in the center of the whirlpool, “Please…please give me a small blessing!”

In the legend of the Illuminati Cult, if a saint with the power of holy faith has physical contact with a believer, he will receive the blessing of the god and will have good luck throughout the year.Margaery didn’t believe such nonsense rumors. She squeezed forward with all her strength, just to touch the man.

But until Theodore left the square, she still didn’t get her wish.”Alas…” The girl straightened her collar, which was crooked and crooked. One of her shoes was missing, and her hat was also missing.For a whole year, she came to attend morning prayers every week, and the closest she got to Theodore was just the edge of his robe.Due to the huge difference in their status, the closest distance is probably only a little touch in the square with all their strength.

As soon as Theodore left, the crowd in the square dispersed in a short while.Margery hurriedly walked back and accidentally bumped into a big man.The other party was obviously a hot-tempered guy and was about to yell. After seeing Margery’s appearance, he quickly took a few steps back in disgust, turned around and ran away with a curse.

“Hey.” The girl snorted with disdain from her nose and subconsciously reached out to touch her head.

“Mom, look at that sister’s head!” The little girl passing by pointed at Margery’s head in surprise. Her mother immediately covered her mouth and pulled her away in a panic.

“Damn it!” Attracted by the little girl’s words, more and more people looked at Margaery.She raised her head and looked around fiercely, and people immediately started to dodge.

“Devil, isn’t that a demon?”

“Oh my god, how could such a dirty thing appear here.”

“It’s terrible…”

Panic and disgust spread like ripples throughout the square in an instant.Originally, there were several passers-by standing near Margery, but now they all fled in a panic.”Coward,” amidst the noisy discussion, the girl not only did not get angry, but showed a sarcastic smile, “People in the uptown area are just like little lambs, but those bastards in the slums will spit at me, why?” Her eyes fell on aA young man who had been secretly looking at her asked, “Have you never seen a demon?” Under the bright sun, the two tiger teeth that the girl deliberately exposed seemed to glow with a sharp cold light. There were two small black sharp horns on her head. Together with her overly gorgeous appearance, it exuded a strange beauty.

“Ah…ah!” The young man was suddenly frightened and screamed, running away.

“Hahahaha!” Margery laughed loudly, and the hat she used to cover her face was squeezed away. Now that her identity was exposed, she simply showed off her unusually sharp corners as if no one else was around, and walked calmly on the crowded street.As for those snooping and cursing, she had long been accustomed to it, but she found it funny.They only dare to talk behind her back and don’t even have the courage to look directly at her. These people can only do this.

Walking all the way back to the slums, fewer and fewer people talked about Margaery.There was even a homeless man lying under the wall who saw her and smiled, showing his rotten teeth: “Hey, the little bastard is back.”

Margery grinned and kicked the homeless man in the stomach: “Victor, didn’t Old Hansen tell you that people with bad mouths will die early?” As she spoke, she stepped on Victor’s stomach maliciously until the homeless man howled and begged for mercy, then calmly let him go.

After witnessing this scene, no one on the street wanted to pay attention to Margery.Although demons are rare, this ruthless female gangster has been growing up in the slums, and no one living here knows her.On the other hand, a few naughty children followed Margaery, singing unevenly a song that had been circulated a long time ago: “Little devil, with horns on his head, his father is unknown, and his mother is ill. He eats human flesh and drinks blood soup…”

After slamming the door shut to block out the annoying singing, Margaery slumped down on the chair tiredly.This dilapidated hut was her home. It was dark inside and the windows were sealed tightly. Even in the early morning, there was not a trace of sunlight.Born into poverty and without relatives, her mother passed away when she was only one year old. She grew up alone until now. This is the life of Margery, this tragic girl.

When Ye Xuan first traveled through time, she was not too surprised to return to her previous mission world because she was mentally prepared.This time, the host body is Margaery, who lives in the Noldor Kingdom of the Wesen Continent. And just across the vast ocean, on the Yuta Continent, there is another girl also named Margaery.The difference is that that Margaery was a genius but useless magician, while this Margaery – the girl smiled bitterly – was a half-demon.

More than a thousand years ago, there was a time when demons were raging.Those creatures from the abyss hell have great strength and cruel methods. They invaded human homes and were not driven back to hell by the Light Cult until three hundred years ago.But there are still some demons who remain, hiding in the mainland, and some even combine with humans and give birth to offspring. Margaery is the child of demons and humans.

Her mother is an ordinary pharmacist and her father is a devil.It was precisely because of that man whose name she didn’t even know that Margaery had two black sharp horns on her head that belonged exclusively to the devil.Her body is filled with the blood of being hated by humans. As long as Margaery can remember, she has been accompanied by bastards, evil spirits, and all kinds of disgusting insults.Language is the most useless thing, but it is also the most hurtful thing.In this day-to-day grind, Margery struggled at the bottom of society, and miraculously grew to be sixteen years old.

She has already developed a rock-solid mind. Being bullied, insulted, or even beaten is nothing to her.If there was anything that could touch her… the girl subconsciously put her hand into her arms and rubbed the delicate little bottle – it would be the man with blond hair and white robes.

“Lord Vicedes…” Even in a no-man’s land, when referring to that man, she did not dare to call him by his name out of inferiority.Margaery knew that her attachment to that man was just ridiculous wishful thinking, “Idiot.” She cursed in a low voice and was about to stand up when there was a knock on the old wooden door.

“Who?” In the slums, no one would knock on this door.

No one answered outside the house, and Margery suspected that the naughty kids were playing a prank.She frowned, opened the door, and was about to teach those brats a lesson when suddenly her vision went dark and she fainted on the ground.