Chapter 347: Chapter 296: What the Scriptures Don’t Record
"It was that day when our ancestors encountered the Saint walking out of the desert."
Outside the mines at Dengzhou City, the leading barbarian summarized to the others.
Although the leading barbarian spoke vividly, the others showed no interest—primarily because after speaking for so long, he hadn’t said much. Just that, long ago, their ancestors encountered the Saint, and then what?
"And then our ancestors escaped slavery, right?"
One of the barbarians suggested a direction, which was the most likely outcome.
Mainly, although they weren’t familiar with the scriptures or their ancestors’ experiences, they at least knew their ancestors had surely escaped slavery—that kind of significant event, they had heard about even without reading the scriptures, let alone obvious examples like, where would they be if their ancestors hadn’t escaped slavery?
So, rounding it up, this was akin to shooting the arrow before drawing the target.
But even faced with this seemingly correct guess, the leading barbarian shook his head.
"It’s not that simple. You must understand the harsh environment our ancestors faced back then, with so many wanting to escape alive. Even the Saint couldn’t easily achieve that... but our ancestors were under divine protection. The gods couldn’t stand seeing our ancestors suffer injustice and hardship, so..."
"Wait, I have a question."
The barbarian with less firm faith raised his hand again.
"Our ancestors, they were originally slaves, right?"
"Slaves persecuted by a brutal king."
The leading barbarian nodded, correcting the other’s wording.
"Precisely because our ancestors had such a miserable origin, the benevolent gods..."
"Wait a minute, I have another question."
The less faithful barbarian again voiced his doubts.
"About slaves, this kind of thing, everyone knows, right? No one would willingly become a slave. There must have been circumstances, like being defeated, or captured and sold, for them to become slaves, even sent to mines like us..."
"Well... indeed."
The leading barbarian nodded slowly.
"So, our current situation is so similar to our ancestors’ past, the same hardship, the same difficulty. But think about our ancestors in the scriptures; they didn’t easily give up facing such hardship. Ultimately, under the Saint’s guidance, with divine help, they escaped alive and regained their freedom, so we descendants can also..."
"That’s not what I’m asking."
The less faithful barbarian hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"I was wondering if the person who sold our ancestors into slavery was punished by the gods?"
...
Upon hearing this, the already quiet dormitory fell silent.
Even the leading barbarian was stunned.
As a devout believer, knowledgeable of the scriptures, the leading barbarian thought he could use the scriptures to guide everyone to a new path. Everything is under the divine order, and everything is part of the divine plan. The hardships they suffer now are only temporary; the gods won’t abandon them.
But here’s the problem.
If the gods truly wouldn’t abandon them, then how could someone have sold them?
"Did the scriptures mention it or not?"
This time, another barbarian with firmer faith spoke up.
"The scriptures should have said, right? The person who sold our ancestors, the gods must have punished him, right?"
"..."
The leading barbarian couldn’t speak.
He couldn’t answer simply because the scriptures didn’t mention any of this. What was recorded was only the ancestors escaping from the brutal king’s grasp as slaves. As for how they became slaves... these things were not recorded in the scriptures.
As for divine punishment, it wasn’t mentioned at all.
Precisely because of this, the leading barbarian leaned towards that the punishment likely never occurred.
He knew the scriptures inside out, and because of this understanding, he knew that anything that could be deemed a divine punishment was usually recorded. After all, those moments where the gods displayed their powers, why wouldn’t they be documented?
Regarding what wasn’t documented, it probably means it didn’t happen.
The gods did not punish those who sold their ancestors, even seemingly watched as their ancestors became slaves, which was simply... unbearable no matter what.
Could it be that our ancestors truly deserved such suffering?
"Ah, ah ah ah..."
The leading barbarian was frozen, feeling something unbreakable slowly crumbling.
If viewed through this perspective, the encouraging words he just said were all jokes. They, like their ancestors, were sold into labor, the devil who sold them faced no divine punishment. This meant they, supposedly chosen by the gods, in the eyes of the gods, also deserved this suffering?
"How could it be? How could it be?"
The leading barbarian shook his head vigorously, unwilling to believe this judgment, even if it came from himself.
So what truly happened back then? What exactly did their ancestors endure?
What was not recorded in the scriptures, how did those parts look?
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"This city doesn’t look like much."
After a long day of trekking, three people, a dog, and a group of bandits finally sighted the populous city.
However, calling it a big city was relative to the locals. In the eyes of Du Chengfeng and Wu Zhao, such simple earthen walls hardly counted as a fortress—but considering that the people here still used bronze, it was somewhat acceptable. At least for locals, it was indeed considered a city.
The bandits naturally dared not approach; the guards atop the city would shoot them. However, it didn’t matter to the trio and the dog, as both Du Chengfeng and Wu Zhao could easily clear out the city.
So they took the bandits along.
"Should we take it down!"
The bandit leader immediately rubbed his hands eagerly, having dreamt of this for ages.
No bandit wouldn’t want their own city, as it represented the ultimate honor for a bandit—not running like a stray dog, but conquering a realm by their own might.
A bandit without a city is just a bandit, but a bandit with a city becomes a noble king!
"What are you thinking? Stop resorting to violence all the time."
Du Chengfeng disagreed with such notions; he was a pacifist.
"I’m only here to observe the local culture and customs."
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