Chapter 134 Chapter 50 Suspicious Person
Although she didn’t understand why the young girl suddenly made this demand, the middle-aged man thought about it and did not refuse. He led Verafia straight through a cluttered courtyard.
“Is this where that person named Sok distributes bread to you… Why are there so many people!”
Because quite a few people had gathered around, Verafia had to stand on her tiptoes and look several times before she could barely see an old follower in black clerical robes through the crowd.
“Hey, doesn’t he look like he’s from the Church? Could it be that Rubiel’s Church instructed him to do this?”
Verafia said with some surprise.
She stood on her tiptoes again, lifting her little face to see through the gaps in the moving crowd. She saw the old man Sok, who looked like a monk and wore a silver-white holy cross on his chest, distributing bread and clear water to the people in ragged clothes around him, reciting hymns and smiling.
“Hmph, these hypocritical believers of the Church are nothing more than hypocrites colluding with the lords and nobles. How can they be compared to true saints like Lord Sok?”
The middle-aged man, resentful of the world, snorted. He saw the girl turn her face with some confusion.
“These devils in the guise of morality from the Church, they collude with the nobles and talk about saving the world through the holy light, but have they ever truly done anything for us?”
“On the other hand, Lord Sok, since he came to Rubiel three years ago and saw our situation, he was willing to use his own money to bring us enough bread and water every day. However, those hypocrites from the Church have suppressed and obstructed Lord Sok several times, both openly and secretly, over the years. Only after Lord Sok was forced to pay several bribes did they stop.”
“Is that so…”
Verafia blinked her eyes and said softly. She then put on an indignant expression, “It seems there are so many ‘worms’ in the Church! As for this Mr. Sok you mentioned, if he really did this, he is indeed a good person.”
“Of course.”
The middle-aged man seemed very impressed with Sok, who had been distributing food to them free of charge for years. He suddenly looked indignant again, “If the nobles could do even one percent of this, why would we be in this state.”
Verafia did not reply. She tilted her head slightly, her exquisite porcelain-like little face illuminated by the moonlight, and a slight smile flickered across it.
Perhaps there are individual differences between good and evil, but when extended to the entire class, how could the nobles in positions of power care about the lowly commoners who have nothing to do with their wealth and glory?
Moreover, the manor lords would rather lower their income and then exchange it for diligent and legal “slaves” with just a few copper coins.
However, as for what the other party said, would this Sok really do good deeds for no reason?
Verafia’s youthful lips curved slightly, but before she could speak, a young man’s voice sounded.
“Miss Verafia!”
Upon hearing the voice, Verafia was clearly startled. She turned her small face forcefully and saw the poet Dylan, wearing a black robe and running breathlessly.
Hmm… Suspicious people are coming together, doesn’t that make it even more suspicious?
Verafia had been wary of the bard’s behavior these past few days.
A smile flickered in the young girl’s beautiful lowered eyes. However, although she thought this in her heart, Verafia still showed a clearly questioning expression.
“Eh… you’re that annoying bard, Dylan? Why did you come here?”
The poet Dylan was clearly embarrassed by the prefix the young girl had added to him, but he quickly composed himself and cleared his throat.
“After we parted this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about your beauty, and I couldn’t suppress my feelings, so I walked along these pale streets. I didn’t expect to occasionally meet you by fate, as beautiful as you were in the flames of yesteryear.”
“However, girl in the flames, what brought you to such a filthy place?”
Verafia couldn’t help but smile. However, she suddenly remembered that her attendant was not by her side, so she had to face the clearly somewhat neurotic poet herself.
Verafia raised her bright big eyes with some confusion, looking dazed and ignorant, “Poet, what did you just say? What brought you to find me?”
The bard’s expression couldn’t hold any longer. He spread his hands.
“Alright. Miss Verafia, Verodia was worried about your safety, so she specially sent me to find you. However, your attendant refused me this morning. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
Worried about me… Are they worried I’ll run away, or is it just that?
Verafia merely blinked her eyes, feigning understanding.
The bard’s voice continued, “However, Miss Verafia, with your identity, why did you personally come here? The melody of fate tells me that this place, full of filth and dirt, is definitely not a good place. Your attendant didn’t even stop you… Huh, isn’t Igger beside you?”
The poet Dylan looked around a few times and then realized that the black-haired young man who was inseparable from the girl was not by her side.
“You’re talking about that guy Igger… Hmph, that idiot only knows how to defy me, making this young lady unhappy, so of course I sold him to the mines!”
Verafia put her hands on her slender waist and tilted her face to show an angry expression. However, the poet Dylan naturally knew she was joking, so he could only shake his head and play a melody with a wry smile.
The girl suddenly raised her scorching golden eyes, and on her jade-like, exquisitely white little face, she suddenly grinned, “But if you ask this young lady why she’s here, it’s of course to find someone interesting!”
The bard’s expression didn’t change much. He only showed a slightly surprised gaze.
“Someone who can interest you is actually in this polluted land?”
“That’s right!”
Verafia replied crisply, then turned her small face and looked at Sok, who was wearing black clerical robes not far away. The corners of her youthful lips curved into a soft, beautiful arc. “Look, isn’t someone who can dedicate themselves selflessly like this very interesting?”
The young girl suddenly raised her golden eyes again:
“Oh, right, Dylan, do you know him?”
“For a person of such pure character as Mr. Sok, the melodies of poets will naturally spread his name. I didn’t expect that you, Miss Verafia, would also…”
However, before Dylan could finish speaking, the girl in front of him shook her big eyes and waved her small hand, making a crisp, bell-like sound, and squeezed through the gaps in the crowd. The bard had no choice but to quickly follow.
The people receiving bread around him gradually dispersed. Sok wiped the sweat from his forehead and happened to see a girl dressed in an exquisite dress walking towards him. Her white little boots made crisp sounds on the ground.
