Blood of Mercury

There were no trees in the Iris Swamp.

At least a thousand years ago, when Del Ramos was sealed here by the Master of the Stubborn Oak, there were indeed no trees here. But as an important node to support the stubborn oak fan lock, the stubborn oak master planted many oak trees here.

Simply put, it is a place that is ventilated but not light.

The sparse light and shadow cast through the towering canopy, making even midday appear dimmer than dusk. It is not even visible from the outside world that such a gathering place exists here.

But maybe that's what they want -

This should have been the center of the iris swamp, where the trees are the most dense. Even if the trees here are cut down on a large scale, the light here is not enough.

After Xila walked into the Iris Swamp, what appeared in front of Xila was a gathering place for humans that could only be described by the word "abnormal".

All buildings are made from local materials and are low-rise bungalows constructed of oak. The bungalows were built very close to each other, next to each other.

In order not to let the house soak in the swamp, there are densely packed wooden sticks standing upright in the swamp under each house. At the top of the stick, there are wooden strips and planks inlaid with each other, hooking up with the nearby houses, and supporting them together in a fragile but strong form.

The wooden planks that extend from the edges of these houses are supported by wooden slats, which are thin but strong enough. The width of these boards is about two or three meters wide, enough for a single person to pass safely.

The bungalows were connected like this, and a road was opened in the swamp. A box with only one opening left.

Perhaps for the convenience of communication, there are also four roads, two vertical and two horizontal, in the center of the block. The dense wooden sticks are inserted into the swamp to form a bracket, and then wooden boards are placed on it. Tie together tightly with wedges.

Using only the wood from the swamp, these people created such a magical village. The scale is not small, there are about 100 people.

Sheila didn't know what they usually eat or how they deal with hygiene. But he knew that these people had formed a new order in this swamp that was completely different from the outside world.

Not the culture of the Bansa, but not the culture of the Caral. Sheila looked at the people who were stubbornly surviving in the swamp. Although there were only less than two hundred of them, they truly gave Xila a strong shock.

Immediately, his mind was filled with doubts—

Why do these people have to enter the center of the swamp to survive? Do those crows with broken hands and feet have anything to do with the people here?

However, the current situation did not allow Xila to be distracted. The aid from Claudia is getting weaker and he must now concentrate to move freely in the swamp without falling.

Unlike the "raven monster" outside, the other people in this closed small village carved out in the swamp are very normal.

They were dressed in Bansa clothes, but the clothes of commoners, squires, knights and merchants were mixed. Showing a strange harmony.

Sheila couldn't tell their identities for a while. What he must say, he can only say that these people are "Bansa".

Suddenly, Sheila recalled that when Claudia turned back to speak to the crow monster, it was also in Banza.

Could it be...

Xila thought to herself, and suddenly felt cold.

He froze slightly and raised his head. But met with a pair of indifferent eyes.

——Almost everyone stopped talking at this moment and looked up at Sheila. Not a word.

Not even just these people. Sheila saw some people in the house open the windows or draw the curtains, leaning out of the room or close to the window and staring at Sheila.

The number of people watching Shira grew more and more. Xila actually felt a vague sense of crisis.

Can these people give him a sense of crisis? How can it be!

No matter how Xila denied it, he couldn't deny that he was indeed a little terrified by those hundreds of eyes staring at him without the slightest emotion.

It would be fine if those people just looked at him without emotion. Sheila could have thought of them as emotionless killing machines.

Humans are not afraid of machines.

But the thing is, Cyrah did see fear, disgust, hatred, and alienation directed at her in their indifferent eyes. It was as if they were staring at a monster, not even daring to give his back to him.

Sheila couldn't help feeling an inexplicable sense of dislocation - when did the priest of Tyre become such a stance that everyone shouted?

"That, mother-in-law..."

Syrah slammed her stick in the swamp. After fixing his body with difficulty, he raised his head and smiled brightly at an old woman closest to him: "Is there any misunderstanding between us?"

However, Sheila received no response.

The old woman just stood there like a piece of wood, her resentful and blank eyes staring at Sheila. Xila didn't get a response after a long time, so she followed Claudia embarrassedly and left.

The strange feeling in his heart grew stronger.

But this time Xila had a long memory and never said a word along the way.

It wasn't until he followed Claudia into the house, untied the sticks on his limbs, and sat down on the chair to actually breathe a sigh of relief, Claudia finally spoke: "You don't talk to them anymore. ...they'll kill you."

"...kill me?"

However, this sentence only made Xila feel astonished: "Why did they kill me? I can guarantee that I have never done anything unforgivable to them..."

"What's more, they may not be able to kill me."

Sheila said in such a humble tone. In fact, what he meant was that even if he let those civilians attack him at will, he would not be able to die.

But facing Syrah's confidence, Claudia shook her head deeply.

She raised her head and stared at Xila with those blue and pure eyes: "Do you know the cleaning resolution?"

"……what is that?"

Sheila frowned, making sure that she had not heard the word before, so she raised her head suspiciously and asked, "Could it be... those people are heretics or heretics?"

"It's not. But if you haven't heard of it... things can probably be fixed."

After receiving Cyra's reply, Claudia breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Xila's doubts deepened.

"Your Highness, please enlighten me," Sheila asked earnestly, "If my colleagues did something wrong, I am willing to make amends for them."

"There is no remedy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Claudia looked at Sheila with pity and sadness, and shook her head: "Because you are a priest... that's all. That's why they kill you. "

"Do you know that just a week ago, the cardinal group of all gods, including Tyre, secretly issued a cleansing order to the local temples at the same time - that is, to deprive Druids of all rights, just like the purification order deprives wizards of the rights ."

"All Carars who are suspected of being Druids will be secretly arrested by the priests of the gods, imprisoned for interrogation, and executed after obtaining evidence. Those who try to escape or resist arrest will be wanted and arrested by the entire temple. Not only that, if anyone tries to hide the Caral people, they will be regarded as hiding wizards and will be executed together. And the high-level executives of Bansa, Titan, Suze, and Fararo have also cut off their communication with Caral. All traffic with Caral is closed, and even nationals are not allowed to return home until after a week-long quarantine."

"At the same time, all villages with suspected bloodstain syndrome infections will be 'forced disinfection'... These people here are actually 'cleaned' patients."

Hearing this, Xila was stunned. (To be continued.)