C17 Curse

This is an aerial island that is not on any flight route.

For the Sky Island, it is considered a large one, equivalent to a county on the Valance Continent.

Here the mountains and forests are lush, the flowing water murmurs, like a kingdom far away from the world.

Ram Dabil is an ordinary boy in this kingdom. At this moment, he is lying on a hillside, watching his cows leisurely grazing on the grass.

I really envy you all, you have nothing else to worry about except eating.

He turned over and happened to see two knights galloping on the distant highway.

A part of the armor is exposed in the saddlebag, shining with light, indicating that they have been used with great care.

The horse ran very fast, leaving behind two trails of dust.

All town residents gather at the church in Lu Jiao City!

A knight immediately shouted at Ram, then rushed towards the distance without stopping.

Ram sat up and angrily brushed off the grass from the back of his head.

Here we go again! ? So annoying!

The cows were not full, and they walked reluctantly. Nevertheless, Ram forcefully dragged them away.

He doesn't want to be absent from this kind of thing, not because he loves to watch the excitement, but because if he is absent, the next one standing on the gallows may very well be him.

The people in the town were all moving in the same direction, undoubtedly towards the church.

Who is having bad luck today?

The youngest son of Lang Xi's family! Don't you know?

How did you know?

Last night, there was such a commotion at their house when they went to arrest someone. Didn't you hear it?

Ah? I really didn't hear it. What was it this time?

What else could it be? Heresy!

Ah? Lang Xijia is a heretic?! I eat bread from their shop every day, it can't be...

You'd better go to the church and quickly find Bishop Diniel to confess. If the church people come looking for you, it will be troublesome!

Lam listened to the idle chatter of the people around him and followed the crowd to the front of the church.

Here was originally a small square, with a fountain pool, a statue of Allah, and now there is an added gallows.

It stands here, making the originally sacred and peaceful church square look out of place.

On the gallows, a man stood with his hands tied behind his back, blindfolded and unable to see his expression.

On the other hand, the executioner beside him appeared relaxed, as if what he was about to do was not to take someone's life, but rather to knead dough or perform ordinary tasks like weeding the fields.

Every few meters around the square, there is a soldier. Seeing the emblem on their shields, Ram scratches his head in confusion.

In theory, this kind of border town should not have royal guards appearing, this is an extremely rare anomaly.

In his own memory, Ram saw the royal guards when the new king was crowned in his childhood.

The bishop appeared at the entrance of the church. After exchanging a few words with the extravagantly dressed county princess, he turned away with a proud face, as if a wealthy landlord was accusing the presence of street vendors of dirtying his own ground.

The princess smiled awkwardly. After the bishop left, she tugged at the hem of her luxurious coat, stretched her arms, and waited with a smile, like a carefully dressed girl eagerly anticipating the start of a dance.

Lam looked at the old face of the princess and felt a wave of nausea, but he knew he couldn't stay here for sure.

On the periphery of the crowd, there were soldiers gradually closing in. They waved to the people who were still rushing over. The chestnut pattern on their shoulders indicated that they were local soldiers under the jurisdiction of the princess.

People crowded together, stretching their necks to talk, looking at the gallows.

Execution of whom, how to execute seems no longer important, quickly ending and going home is the most important thing in their eyes.

The church bell rang, and people quieted down and stared at the open door of the Hectos Church. Behind two gray-clothed monks, the Archbishop in red walked out.

People kneel on the ground, ready to listen to the Archbishop's verdict.

Wei Bo Langxi, spreading heretical teachings, destroying protective formations, using black magic, witchcraft, conclusive evidence, the charge of heresy is established!

Everyone present knows that this is not true.

The so-called heretical and evil teachings are just encouraging the people to overthrow the aristocratic power that oppresses them, just encouraging the people to break the shackles on their own feet.

Destroying the magic array is even more difficult. No one knows what those things, which have been around for thousands of years, are used for, so no one knows how to destroy them.

As for black magic and witchcraft, they are a shit pot that once labeled, cannot be shaken off. Every few days, someone is hanged, and without exception, they are all accused of using black magic and witchcraft.

Even though they knew, no one stood up to say a word.

Because it was said that not only oneself would die, but also one's family would not be spared.

All the people rose up under the grace of the Archbishop. They watched as the elderly bishop, supported by the princess, climbed up the gallows with difficulty, stood in front of Weber, and took off his hood.

Child, do you have any last words?

There was no trace of panic on Weber's face, but his eyes seemed to be searching for something in the crowd, and finally his gaze locked onto a certain spot in the crowd.

His expression is gentle, like a boy next door smiling and saying goodbye.

Suddenly, he began to sing. The melody was melodious and graceful, making everyone present forget that they were gazing at a dying man.

The archbishop did not interrupt his singing. He stepped aside and made a gesture to the executioner standing there. The executioner began to put a noose around Weber's neck.

With the left hand chopped off by the princess, the executioner pulled the lever, and the wooden plank under Weber's feet was opened, and the whole person fell through.

The singing abruptly stopped, and the crowd fell silent.

They seemed to be looking forward, looking forward to Weber continuing to sing with his tongue out, looking forward to Weber trembling all over and opening his mouth again.

However, this silence did not last long, as a scream rang out from the crowd.

Everyone became quieter, they stretched their necks and looked towards the direction of the screaming, like ducks.

What they saw was a panicked woman.

The woman was trembling all over as she pointed at a short figure wearing a red cloak. She retreated in fear, but the crowd, who didn't understand, had already left her with nowhere to go.

Witch! She is a witch!

Just at this moment, the short figure in the red cloak, who was originally murmuring, spoke clearly. She screamed with a sharp voice that could overpower any noise: 'Me! Curse!'

The crowd was in chaos, and the girl continued to scream loudly: 'I curse you to be weak and blind! I curse you to be weak and powerless!'

Your enemy will become stronger, your children will be killed, the things you dedicate yourselves to will be worthless, and the people you disdain will reach the summit!

I ! Curse ! ''

The crowd ran away in all directions, as if they were trying to avoid a school of natural enemies, and instantly formed a large empty area around the girl.

They crowded each other, forming a human wall. The soldiers outside couldn't come in, and the soldiers inside couldn't get out.

Just after the girl's sharp curse was finished, she magically pulled out a rooster from her cloak, and with the other hand, she drew a dagger and beheaded the rooster, causing blood to splatter.

She exerted force and threw it. The little rooster without a head drew an arc and accurately hit the Archbishop's face.

Black magic.

The crowd explodes again.

They shouted, pushed, and trampled. The place where the girl was no longer empty, but occupied by the crowd surging and squeezing. Soon, the girl disappeared into the crowd.

The soldiers wanted to rush in and catch the girl, but it was completely futile.

On the guillotine, the headless little rooster spins wildly, its fresh blood splattering recklessly. The archbishop, the princess, and the executioner, all three of them, are not spared, drenched from head to toe.

And Ram, who was in the midst of the chaotic crowd, had a buzzing head at this moment, and he was pushed and squeezed by the crowd, almost falling down.

The reason why he was in a state of confusion was not because of the witch, not because of the curse, and even less because of black magic.

That high-pitched curse made him recognize the identity of the cloaked girl at a single ear, it was his sister, Seru.

He could tell, which means someone else could tell too. If someone could tell, it meant that their whole family would be executed.

Being swept along by the crowd, Ram came to a conclusion: his life was about to end.

No... No!

He remembered his loving mother and hardworking father, remembered his sister whose eyes were deep but couldn't be considered gentle no matter how much he thought about it, and he even remembered his two cows.

He resisted the crowd with all his strength, trying to move against the flow of people, but was stumbled by the surge of the crowd.

Just as he was about to lose his balance, a big hand grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

He recognized the person, his eyes filled with panic, like a child facing a disaster, casting a gaze seeking reliance.

Dad!

Go find your older sister! Hide in the mountains!

What about you and mom?

I'm going to find your mother, let's meet in the mountains!

Later, this big hand retracted, and together with that face, which was equally panicked but carried a hint of determination, disappeared into the crowd.

The crowd will not always be pushing back and forth.

The guard at the edge of the square was pushed aside, and people ran away from the breach, like rice spilling out of a bag.

Ram saw the red cloak, which was trampled by people and looked disheveled.

People are like this, clearly having the power to resist something, but always panicking and being dominated by fear when encountering that thing.

Lam's mind is spinning rapidly, although she is short, she is definitely a clever girl. She should have already escaped from the church square in the chaos.

So where will she go?

Soon, Ram had a guess.

He followed the direction of the running crowd, running in panic just like the others, crossing through muddy streets one after another, running out of the town, and finally arrived at the dirt slope to the east of the town.

Here, there are two huge banyan trees growing together, and the sound of weeping comes from the tree hollow. This is the place where Ram used to play with his sister when he was young.

He hasn't been here for a long time. One reason is that he has grown up and is no longer clinging to his sister. The other reason is that his sister seems to not want him to bother her.

Ramper was on the tree hole and saw Selu curled up inside the tree hole.

She was holding an old piece of clothing and crying sadly.

Don't cry for now! Let's go quickly!

After seeing Selu's lack of response, Ramu crawled into the tree hole and pushed his sister out.

He only now saw the scene inside the tree hole.

The difference here from his childhood memories is significant. On the cave wall, there is a large heart painted, with the names Weber and Selu written on either side.

There are many small things scattered in the tree hole.

Half a horseshoe, a carefully carved wooden bird, a few thin books, and even neatly folded old sheets.

Ram pulled his legs out of the deep mud like pulling back his gaze, jumped out of the tree hole, and ran after his sister.

During the long run, Selu seemed to regain her sanity.

She no longer needed Ram to pull her, even a hint of strength could be seen in her tear-stained eyes.

Entering the mountains, she grabbed Ram's hand and guided them in the right direction.

Seeing the sister who usually comes back, Rams breathed a sigh of relief, because he had no idea which direction to go after entering the mountains and forests.

Come with me, I know where to meet my parents.

The mountain forest is like a maze without a path, vast and chaotic.

Lam believes that if he doesn't have his older sister to guide him, he will be forever trapped here.

Seru's footsteps are swift, like an experienced hunter flipping over fallen tree trunks, climbing collapsed rocks, and jumping over turbulent streams.

She suddenly stopped, like a wild animal sensing danger.

Ram also stopped, and what he heard was the crackling sound of branches, as if a giant beast was taking a stroll in the woods.

He carefully pushed aside the dense tall shrubs, and the scattered shadows of the forest in the distance shocked him.

A ship slowly descended from the sky, pushing aside the branches and landing in a relatively open area of the forest.