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

Chapter 168 Western Fantasy‧Whoring the Great Priest (2)

When Margery woke up, she felt that her whole body was limp and she couldn’t exert any strength.

After all, she is a half-demon with the blood of a demon. Although she does not have the power of a demon, she has excellent physical fitness and extraordinary strength.She felt that her hands and feet were tied, but the ropes that usually broke away as soon as she broke them were now motionless.

It seemed that the rope was blessed with magic. Margaery thought quickly and carefully recalled who her enemies were.She knew that she was not welcome due to her status, and except for attending morning prayers, she usually only moved around in the slums and outside the city.The guys she offended were either useless bums like Victor or some annoying brats.That kind of person will not have the power to manipulate magic.

Could it be…that guy from last time?

Margery recalled the scene when she opened the door. As soon as the door opened, she fainted without warning before she could see the person who knocked on the door.This was a premeditated kidnapping. The person who came knew who she was and where she lived.And the sadistic pervert last time didn’t know where Margery lived.It was just that Margaery was unlucky enough to be caught by him, so she was caught and brutally whipped, almost losing her life.

She should be grateful that her demonic bloodline has allowed her to always be regarded as dirty and ominous.So even though she had outstanding looks, the pervert didn’t do anything to her body.And it was that unfortunate experience that made Margery get acquainted with Theodore. No, it was not an acquaintance, it was just her one-sided crush on him.

At that time, the bruised girl was abandoned in the grass, covered in blood and mud.She knew she had to crawl back to the city. Only by going to a place with people could she have a chance to save her life.But she no longer had any extra strength, her chest rose and fell sharply, and every breath carried the smell of blood. Margaery’s vision gradually blurred, was she… was she finally going to die…

Not far away, the sound of wheels rolling over the road could be heard faintly. Is there anyone there?Someone is coming!Margery tried to call out for help, but there was always only Hehe’s low gasping in her throat.Help me!Help me!She screamed desperately in her heart, the carriage was getting closer and closer to her, please!Help me!But in the end, it just drove past the tangled bushes where the girl was without realizing it, and headed towards Fort Feixi at a leisurely pace.

The greatest despair in life is probably that you have just received hope, only to find that it is all in vain.

The girl’s hand hanging on the ground moved feebly, and her vision was about to return to darkness.The struggle just now exhausted all her vitality, so be it, she had been struggling for sixteen years, and maybe it was time to take a complete rest.

Suddenly, the distant sound of bones and bones reappeared again, driving from far to near at the same steady rhythm as before, and stopped in front of the bushes.

A man stepped down from the carriage, took a look at the bushes, turned around, and seemed to be reporting something to the people in the carriage.Margaery couldn’t hear his voice clearly. He must have been a middle-aged man, probably a driver. She vaguely heard him saying words such as “just like you said”, “grass”, “there are indeed people”, “seriously injured”, “half-demon” and other words.

Oops… the little hope that had just been raised was extinguished again.The people in the carriage were aware of his identity as a half-demon and would definitely not lend a helping hand.Margaery couldn’t help but want to smile bitterly, playing tricks on me over and over again, isn’t it funny?God damn it.

But something beyond her expectation happened. After a while, the carriage door opened, and she heard a gentle male voice say: “Feed her to drink this. Even a half-demon is a creation of God and a people of God.”

God’s people?God will never admit that He has such filthy people as me.The girl thought sarcastically, and then a stream of sweet water was poured into her mouth. Almost instantly, she felt that the life force she had been losing began to return.What is this?With such a strong healing effect, could it be some kind of advanced magic potion?

At this time, Margaery’s hearing had also recovered slightly, and she heard the driver’s voice saying: “The bleeding has stopped, sir, there is still half a bottle of holy water left. Look…”

“It is not advisable to take too much holy water at one time. Leave the rest to her.” The gentle male voice was getting closer and closer to Margery. He seemed to be getting out of the car. Margery saw a white corner of the robe, and the blond hair hanging down on the robe was shining.The owner of the robe knelt down and placed his warm palm on the girl’s mud-stained forehead, “May our Lord, the God of Light, take care of you, poor girl.” The man’s voice was compassionate and full of pity. Margery hated people pitying her, but strangely, she didn’t hate the man’s compassion for her at all.

“Thank you, thank you…” She tried her best to whisper from her throat, but the voice was too small, and she wasn’t sure if the man heard it.

How much I want to say thank you to him in person, Margery thought, lying on the cold ground, tied up like a shrimp.White robe, blond hair, possessing holy water… Before that incident, Margaery had never cared about the Cult of Light, but she also knew that there was only one person in the Noldor Kingdom who met these conditions – the one who saved her was the high priest of the temple, Theodore Visedes.

During the period of extermination of demons, the Light Cult forged a bloody feud with those alien creatures.Even so, Theodore, as a saint, was willing to use holy water to save her and save her, a bastard who was considered unclean.

That man must be the most compassionate and innocent person in the world.

It’s a pity that if she is unlucky enough, she may never have the chance to say thank you to Theodore again.Margery kept trying to break the rope, sweating all over, but still couldn’t get the rope to loosen up even a little.She had no choice but to rely on the power of her feet to rub on the ground, bit by bit towards the door.The place where she was held was dark, and the thick curtains blocked out all light. Margaery finally got to the door, groped with the back of her hand, and found that it was an exquisitely carved wooden door.

Could it be that the person who captured her was some kind of wealthy person?Margaery tried to push the door open, and suddenly she heard footsteps coming from outside.She quickly rolled on the spot and returned to where she was lying, continuing to pretend to be unconscious.After a while, the door was opened.

The footsteps of the person coming were very light, and judging from his breathing, he should be a man.Besides him, there seemed to be another person behind him.Margaery lay quietly on the ground and felt that the man seemed to glance at her.

“Sir, do you need to wake her up?” the man said respectfully.

“Heh…” Margery heard a sneer, “Didn’t she wake up long ago?” Wait, this voice… why does it sound familiar?

Then, the sound of the robe sliding across the ground stopped in front of Margery, “Don’t pretend to be dead, I don’t have time to do such boring things.” Margery then realized that this voice was unusually young, not only young, but also clear and tinged with the peculiar hoarseness of a teenager’s voice-changing period. The owner of the voice sounded like… a boy?

“Open your eyes,” the boy said impatiently, “or else…”

The next moment, the girl lying on the ground opened her eyes.The person standing in front of her was indeed a boy about twelve or thirteen years old. He had long blond hair that hung down like silk and spread to the ground.The robe the boy wore looked strangely familiar. It was white, long-sleeved, and had dark patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. The ribbon around his waist was inlaid with a silver coat of arms – it was the emblem that Margery had seen on Theodore’s belt, and it was an emblem that could only be worn by the high priests of each diocese.

“You…” Margaery wanted to speak, but found herself speechless.She raised her head, and saw that the boy’s facial features were handsome and familiar, with a tall and sculptured nose, tightly pursed thin lips, and a pair of red eyes like the finest gems, with only a faint golden color showing deep in the pupils.He looks almost exactly like Theodore, no, he is Theodore when he was twelve or thirteen years old!

“What a good and obedient girl,” the boy smiled. It was not a gentle and compassionate smile, but a cold, sarcastic smile that was like a poisonous snake crawling across the girl’s wrist. “It seems like you can live an extra quarter of an hour, Nathan.” He turned his head.

The young man behind him immediately lowered his head: “I obey your orders, Lord Visedes.”

“Kill her,” the boy said with a smile.