Thick smoke billowed. Every time he took a breath, it sounded like a broken bellows, as if it was burning his throat and lungs. Soon, Xiafeng's consciousness became blurry.
"No, I can't fall asleep. I'll die."
"Wake up, I have to wake up!"
…
The boundless crimson color suddenly dimmed, and the deepest, heaviest darkness appeared. Xiafeng was like a drowning man, struggling to grab hold of anything that could help him change this state of powerlessness and escape this indescribable darkness.
Suddenly, a red light appeared in front of him, like the rising sun in the early morning.
Under its light, Xiafeng felt that he had recovered some of his strength. Then, he tried his best to get closer to the red light.
When Xiafeng took a step forward, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from crimson to pure white. It completely shattered the darkness and disappeared in an instant.
"Phew." Xiafeng sat up abruptly, gasping for air. He had dreamed of a terrible fire, and before the fire came, he had fallen into a coma due to excessive smoke inhalation. He could only wait for the fire to spread in a hazy and desperate way. Just like the previous times when he was pressed down by ghosts, he knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't get rid of it and couldn't control himself.
The dream was so real that Xiafeng still had a lingering fear. Plus, he didn't feel the existence of the fire, so he sat there blankly and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
As his rapidly beating heart gradually calmed down, Xiafeng regained his consciousness. He remembered that he was working on his graduation thesis in the all-night reading room of the school's comprehensive library. He mocked himself in his mind, "I've been staying up late these days. No wonder I had such a vivid nightmare."
However, when Xiafeng looked forward and was about to pack up the reference books and go back to the dormitory, a strange and unimaginable scene hit his mind like a giant hammer. He was stunned and his mind went blank.
The beautiful wooden desk in the library was no longer in front of him. There were no messy reference books, no draft papers to be input into the computer. There was only a black and tattered blanket in front of him, and this blanket was covering him.
The place where he was sitting was not a chair in the library, but a narrow wooden bed.
"Where is this?!"
Although Xiafeng was shy and introverted, he still realized something was wrong. Even if there was a fire and he was sent to the hospital, this place didn't look like a hospital!
His heart tightened as he hurriedly looked around and reflexively stood up to the side.
As soon as he stepped on the ground, Xiafeng felt extremely weak and dizzy. His legs gave way and he was about to fall down.
Xiafeng hurriedly reached out his hand to support himself on the bed. His face was pale and he was restless. Just now, he had taken a quick look at his surroundings.
It was a shabby and narrow hut. Apart from the wooden bed beside him, there was only a wooden table that could fall apart at any time, two relatively intact stools, and a crate with a hole in it. On the other side of the shaky wooden door, there was a stove whose original color couldn't be seen and a crock hanging above the stove. The firewood under the stove had been extinguished for a long time, and there wasn't any heat coming from it.
Everything was so strange that Xiafeng couldn't tell where he was at all. The constant feeling of weakness made his mind even more confused.
"Where the hell am I?!"
"My body feels like it has just been seriously ill. It's very similar to the feeling of pneumonia when I was in high school."
…
Countless thoughts were echoing in Xiafeng's mind, but he had never encountered such an extremely strange thing. Being a little introverted, he didn't know what to do next. Panic was rapidly brewing in his heart.
The only thing he was thankful for was that there was no annoying thing, which allowed Xiafeng to habitually take a few deep breaths and slowly calm down. At this time, a loud shout came from outside the hut.
"The witch is on fire! The Aderon Church is going to burn the witch! "
"Everyone, go!"
"Burn that damned evil witch!"
Fear and excitement, two opposite emotions, were clearly expressed in the strange accent. Xiafeng's panic was interrupted and he became curious. He murmured to himself, "Witch? What kind of world is this? "
As an adult who liked novels, Xiafeng faintly had a bad feeling in his heart. But before he had time to think about it, the poor wooden door was knocked open with a bang, and a boy about 12 or 13 years old rushed in.
"Brother Lucien …" The boy with short brown hair and a knee-length linen shirt saw Xiafeng standing beside the bed. He was pleasantly surprised. "You're awake?"
Looking at the clothes, Xiafeng nodded numbly. A ridiculous idea popped up in his head, "Lucien, witches, church, burning … Am I really in time travel? Am I in the Dark Age of European Middle Ages, when witches were hunted in the dark ages?"
Things always went in the wrong direction. Murphy's Law coldly reminded Xiafeng. The boy's hair color and the dirty linen shirt were all proof of this. As for the language the boy spoke, Xiafeng's body instinctively understood and seemed to be able to use it. But he was still far from being a linguist, so he could not tell what language it was.
Seeing Xiafeng's absent-mindedness, the boy with a few black stains on his face was not surprised. "Mom always refused to believe me. She cried in the middle of the night, and her eyes were swollen. She kept talking about poor little Evans, as if you were already buried in the cemetery, Brother Lucien."
"Dad couldn't do anything about it. Early in the morning, he asked the bad boy of the Simon family to send a letter to Lord Venn's manor, and asked my brother to come back. He's already a trainee Knight squire, and the doctors in the charity hall dare not ask him for the ridiculous and ridiculous price."
Speaking of his brother who had become a trainee Knight squire, the boy slightly raised his chin, and there was a kind of sincere pride in his voice.
"But now, they lost. I was right. Brother Lucien, you'll be fine!"
As he spoke, he took Xiafeng's arm and said, "Let's go, Brother Lucien. Let's go to the church square and see the witch burning. She's the one who made you get caught and interrogated by the church guards for a whole night!"
Xiafeng, who just wanted to think about his life quietly, did not want to go with the boy. Burning a living person to death was really something that Xiafeng, who considered himself a kind person, could not accept. Since he could not stop it, it was better not to witness it. However, the boy's last sentence shocked Xiafeng. "Is this witch related to me?"
Xiafeng changed his mind. Holding back his surprise, he let the boy drag him to the Aderon Church.
On the way, Xiafeng seized the opportunity to look at the people who were going to the Aderon Church.
The weather was warm. The men were mostly wearing linen shirts with narrow sleeves, trousers of the same color, and no shoes. The women were wearing boring long dresses with a large pocket sewn on them. What they had in common was that they were simple and shabby.
Most of them had brown hair and brown eyes, blond hair, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red eyes, and blue eyes. Their facial features were very three-dimensional.
"Is this really the Middle Ages?" Xiafeng looked at himself. He was wearing the same linen shirt, trousers, and no shoes.
Soon after they came out of the shabby, low slum area, they saw a small but solemn church. The semicircular dome was high, and a huge white cross was nailed on top of it. The windows below were very narrow.
There were already a lot of people in the square. The boy and Xiafeng kept pushing forward, which made many people angry. However, they did not dare to beat the two bastards because they were in the church square.
After squeezing for a short while, Xiafeng's eyes suddenly widened. It turned out that he had squeezed his way to the front.
In the center of the square, there was a wooden cross, on which a beautiful woman in her twenties was tied. Her face was pale but she was wearing a black robe.
The people in the square threw stones, pieces of wood, and spit at the woman from time to time. Their curses were mixed together.
"I'll smash you to death, you damn witch."
"You are hiding in Aderon! You must be trying to kill us!"
"My poor little Trish died of illness several months ago. It must be you, you evil witch! Oh, my poor little Trish … "
…
The woman in the black robe was occasionally hit, but she did not make a sound. Instead, she just looked at the people standing on the stairs of the church like a statue.
The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a wide white robe with golden edges. He wore a white bonnet and held a round badge with a white cross drawn on it. He looked at them quietly and did not speak. He looked solemn and dignified. Behind him stood several men and women in white robes. They were clean and tidy, and their faces were rosy. It was a sharp contrast to the poverty and filth in the square.
Behind these men in white robes, there was a row of guards in silver mail armor. They looked very powerful.
The middle-aged man took out something that looked like a pocket watch. Seeing that it was almost time, he took a step forward and raised the round badge high in the air.
Suddenly, the angry, hateful, and noisy people in the square quieted down at the same time.
Only the sound of wind blowing through clothes could be heard in the square.
Xiafeng was very surprised. Even in modern times, it would take at least several months of training to achieve this level of obedience and reflex. However, these poor people could do it? What kind of power made them do it?
The middle-aged man held up the badge. His voice was not loud, but it spread across the square. "Poor sinner, you have been bewitched by the devil. You have been deluded to obtain evil power. Your body and soul are full of filth. Only the Holy Light can purify you. This is the Lord's punishment, but also the Lord's gift.
"Burn her to death, burn her to death!" The surrounding poor people were first sparse, then they shouted in unison.
Xiafeng shuddered. If people knew that he was a time-traveler, Lucien, whose soul had been possessed by the devil, would be the next one to be burned at the stake.
"Before I purify you, the merciful God asked me to ask you one more question: Are you willing to repent? Sincere repentance can purify your soul and let you enter the Kingdom of God. "The middle-aged man asked gently and compassionately.
The black-robed woman suddenly laughed crazily. Her voice was sharp and ear-piercing. "What I seek is the truth of magic, not the God of Truth. Burn me. I will watch this evil heaven be destroyed in the flames. I will watch this gorgeous church collapse."
"Lunatic!"
"How evil!"
"The bishop's mercy is cursed! These wizards who have been blinded by the devil deserve to die!"
"Burn her!"
The bishop didn't say anything, but the poor people in the square were screaming crazily.
It was the first time in Xiafeng's life that he was in such a crazy and unreasonable atmosphere. He thought to himself, "Europe in the Middle Ages is really dangerous!"
"But how can I burn her without a pile of wood?"
Although Xiafeng felt pity for the woman in the black robe, he didn't dare to do anything. Otherwise, he would be smashed to death by a stone each.
The bishop prayed for a while and his voice became louder and louder. "Sinner, go to hell in the purification of the Holy Light."
The cross badge in his hand suddenly burst out a bright light. It was so dazzling that Xiafeng could see nothing but white light.
The bishop was holding a small sun in his hand, solemn, majestic and sacred. Everyone, including the little boy beside Xiafeng, lowered their heads and started to pray and praise.
The light gathered and shot toward the blue sky. When it reached the top of the vault, the light turned back and fell on the stake.
The red flame, which was as tall as a man, rose and surrounded the woman in the black robe.
She laughed crazily and cursed crazily.
"I'll watch this sinful Kingdom of Heaven being destroyed in the fire.
"I'll watch this magnificent church collapsing in the fire.
"I'll watch you sink forever in the fire."
…
A mournful sound rang out incessantly. The black-robed woman was burned to ashes along with the stake.
Xiafeng was stunned when the badge burst out the dazzling light.
"This is not Europe in the Middle Ages …"
"This is a world with real divine spells and magic!"
"My name is Lucien …"
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