Endless darkness shrouded this land. The faint light of the stars and the fireflies in the forest were the few lights in this world.
The night was foggy, like a thin veil covering a grayish-white city.
In the center of the city, a graceful statue stood tall. As long as one stepped into the city, they could see it by raising their heads slightly.
In the darkness, she exuded a unique moonlight. Her white, holy, beautiful, and dignified face would make anyone who entered the city for the first time hold their breath involuntarily.
The statue was lifelike, like the Goddess of the Night wearing a veil interwoven with moonlight and fog. Her seductive figure was hidden in the haze, but it was even more fascinating.
However, even though she was a stunningly beautiful woman, the people in the city did not dare to have much blasphemy.
She was the ruler of this city.
It was not a symbol of beauty, faith, or freedom. More often than not, it represented slaughter and war.
People called her the Goddess of Valkyrie. She had tamed this barbaric and chaotic land in just one year.
This allowed the city and the surrounding territories to finally have a trace of order and proper law.
…
The people guarding the city were a little undisciplined. They turned a blind eye to anyone who entered the city, including some beggars in ragged clothes. They poured in groups.
Zhu Minglang wandered around the city gate for a long time. After seeing the beggars, he decisively entered the crowd and successfully entered Eternal City.
Zhu Minglang did not know which city-state these beggars were from. He could not understand a word they spoke. When they saw the hazy Goddess of Valkyrie statue, they were all stunned. They stayed in the same place for a few seconds before leaving dejectedly.
They were originally from the Pine Forest Tribe and had their own Wuzhai City. Although the land was not vast, they could be regarded as a big force in this land.
A year ago, their Wuzhai City was destroyed. The corpse of the ruler was placed neatly on the street. The people of Wuzhai City lost their protection. Half of them became slaves, and the other half became homeless refugees. As a result, they wandered through several cities and finally arrived at the territory of the culprit.
It was laughable to say that in just a year, any thoughts of revenge and revival had long been destroyed by the hardships of living in the open and not having enough food to eat.
They only wished for a wall so that they would not be chased by wild beasts and their corpses would not be strewn across the wilderness. They only wished for a dirty street where they could curl up and live, even if this tall city wall and long street belonged to the Valkyrie who had destroyed Wuzhai City.
"Someone is giving out porridge. Go to the back street." A buck-toothed man in a military uniform walked over and said coldly to this group of roach-like beggars.
Zhu Minglang walked up and said politely, "Officer, I am from Mulberry Town. I met some bandits on my way to deliver the silk to the Castellan Mansion. My money and the silk that I intended to give to the Castellan were all taken away. I am in this state now. Can I trouble you to inform Uncle Wang of Mulberry Town and ask him to come and pick me up?"
"What the hell? Stay away from me. If you don't eat porridge and starve to death, stay away from this street that I am in charge of. If the Castellan sees this mess, I will lose my head." The buck-toothed soldier did not care about what Zhu Minglang said and scolded him angrily.
Zhu Minglang had no choice but to leave. At this time, a group of beggars heard the call to give out porridge and rushed to the back street. Zhu Minglang was almost carried away.
The back street was very shabby. It was a far cry from the long street. Not many houses made of wood and mud were complete. At a glance, it was a mess. Walking into this kind of place, it was as if the smoke and fire of the mortal world had suddenly dissipated. Only withered and dilapidated things lingered.
Giving out porridge was not a lie. In the innermost wooden courtyard of the back street, there was a Castellan maid in a long blue dress giving out porridge.
She smiled kindly and did not show any disdain for these beggars who were covered in lice. Even if her white and tender hands were dirty, she still handed them bowl after bowl of porridge.
Zhu Minglang was also hungry. After encountering such a situation, he could only do as the Romans do and accept other people's charity.
"Dong dong dong dong dong …"
Not long after, the beggars fell down one by one. They either hit the ground with their heads up or fell straight forward.
Some of the beggars who were still conscious saw this scene and were so scared that they wanted to run away. However, before they could run a few steps, they suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth.
Zhu Minglang was also stunned.
It can't be!
He heard that some cruel and merciless Castellan rulers would regularly give out charity to the beggars, homeless people, and so on in order to make the whole city look prosperous and holy. After they were poisoned to death, they would throw them out of the city and bury them.
It was just like getting rid of the rats in the sewers …
Thinking of how he had ended up in such a state, Zhu Minglang was extremely unwilling.
Moreover, if he died, who would raise the little guy? It had to eat so many mulberry leaves every day!
"Dong! Dong! Dong!!! "
The beggars fell down one by one. It could be seen that their widened eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment. However, this land had always been so cruel. Some rulers could not only take away other people's cities and homes because of an offensive sentence, but they could also take away these people's lives for the sake of the city's appearance.
Without a city to belong to, the beggars were no different from the rats on the bustling streets. Even if they abandoned all their dignity and tried their best to survive, they would not have a good ending in the end.
Zhu Minglang began to feel dizzy.
He was a decent person in Eternal City. He was a hardworking mulberry farmer and an honest silkworm merchant. He paid taxes on time and took the initiative to pay tribute.
If those people were rats, they would die after eating rat poison. At any rate, he was a loyal and devoted cattle. It was just that he accidentally ate the poison in his own yard … Spare his life!
Zhu Minglang did not have time to prove his identity. At this time, a few soldiers walked out of the courtyard with sacks and Cold Moon Sabers at their waists.
He tried hard to stay awake.
In the end, Zhu Minglang could not escape the effects of the "rat poison". He staggered and fell down.
The moment before he lost consciousness, he saw a pair of jade-like feet walking gracefully from the depths of the courtyard …
Zhu Minglang tried very hard to see the owner of the jade-like feet, but he had completely lost consciousness.
In the chaotic dream where the effects of the drug attacked his brain, the jade-like feet combined with the sculpture of the Martial Goddess of Nine Cities and became a vivid and complete beauty. She approached him gracefully.
…
It was a rare beautiful dream. Zhu Minglang felt that God did not treat him unfairly. He was given a wonderful dream before his head fell to the ground.
In his dream, the beautiful statue in the city came to life. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, it slowly crawled towards him. That slightly raised beautiful face was the greatest visual pleasure in the world. As for everything that happened next, it made Zhu Minglang feel that death was not something he could not accept.
…
"Ah, I'm dying."
Zhu Minglang involuntarily shouted. He had thought that everything was a hallucination before he died. But unexpectedly, his own voice echoed out from this sealed area.
"I'm dying … I'm dying … I'm dying …"
When Zhu Minglang heard his voice, he gradually woke up.
He looked around and found that he was in a dungeon. The slightly swaying light of the oil lamp was not an illusion. When he reached out to touch it, he could even feel the heat.
I didn't die?
Wasn't that the poison used to kill the rats?
Crap, if I'm still alive, I would most likely be sold to some remote mountain or mine as a slave!
Instead of being a slave in a secluded mine … I would rather be poisoned to death!
"Mm?"
Suddenly, a pleasant voice came from beside Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang turned his head to the side and realised that there was a naked woman lying beside him.
Her long hair was like dark brown silk, and the rosy glow that had yet to fade was reflected on her face. She was so beautiful that it was indescribable. His heart stopped beating the moment he saw her at such a close distance, and then it suddenly started beating wildly in the next second.
What was going on!?
'Was I dreaming just now?'
Why was he in a dungeon?
Why was he locked up with a woman?
Her appearance was clearly the sculpture at the center of the city. She was the Goddess of War who had the appearance of a tranquil fairy, but the means of an iron-blooded emperor!
"You're all awake. Elder sister's complexion looks good. It seems like the little tramp served you well last night," a woman's sharp voice came from outside the high iron window.
The woman beside Zhu Minglang was still a little dizzy, as if she was drunk.
"I wonder how many people's hearts will be broken when they hear that the dazzling elder sister slept with a little beggar. But elder sister, don't worry, I will spread the news to everyone's ears. It will become the most memorable topic of conversation, "the fox's sharp voice continued.
The woman beside Zhu Minglang finally woke up after hearing the words. However, before she could angrily respond, the footsteps outside gradually faded away. The proud and sharp laughter echoed in the cold dungeon for a long time.
Zhu Minglang was a little confused. He looked at the woman beside him who was locked up in the dungeon.
The person in front of him was clearly the City Lord of this city, the Goddess of War that everyone was talking about. Her peerless appearance was too easy to recognize, even if she wasn't wearing any clothes … Cough, cough. Anyway, Zhu Minglang was sure it was her.
Then, judging from the person who spoke just now …
"You've been overthrown?" Zhu Minglang broke the silence in the dungeon and asked.
This land had always been chaotic. The war had never stopped. The speed at which the rulers changed was no slower than the change of seasons.
The Goddess of War did not say anything. She used her long hair to cover herself. Unfortunately, she was thin in the places that should be thin, and the places that should be big were very big.
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