Chapter 221 5.13 The True Identity of the Fire Priest

The kitchen area of ​​the "Broadaxe Inn" is quite spacious. Because the main customers are the Viking poor who don't have much spare money, the food made in the kitchen is mainly rye bread. A large piece of rye bread, a small plate of dried salted fish, and a glass of beer are the best-selling foods in the inn.

The price is only 1 Slavic iron coin.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Sophie heard several loud scoldings.

"Odin, why haven't you died yet, you old immortal thing!"

"I prayed to the seven gods in Valhalla for a whole morning. I prayed that you were frozen to death last night! If you didn't freeze to death, you could be killed by a carriage outside!"

"As a washerwoman, you are late every day! To put it bluntly, none of you three are as capable as the Slavic slaves I used to hire! Damn, if it weren't for Duke Loki's order to abolish slavery, no one would hire you old immortal things to work for money! "

The one who yelled was a stout Viking servant. She poked her little head out from the counter. Sophie looked at the obviously oversized outline and felt that this person was at least as big as Grandpa Gore.

Perhaps knowing that she was indeed in the wrong for being late, the hunchbacked old woman did not talk back, but just kept apologizing.

However, a teenager who was only seventeen or eighteen years old beside her stood up, looked up at the proprietress and said in a deep voice: "I have done a lot of work for Mrs. Mai, and we did not delay the work of the hotel today! "

The boy had sunken cheeks and was quite thin. Judging from his accent, he should be a Polish youth who grew up in a Viking city. They were usually plundered from the east coast of the Baltic Sea as adopted sons. If they met a strong and good father, they could pick up an axe and go out to fight.

But if the adoptive father died, most of these children who had no assets and could not practice martial arts would have to rely on working to support themselves. Their lives were generally miserable, and a considerable number of them even became slaves again and eventually died tragically at their jobs.

Nefertiti narrowed her eyes. If I guessed correctly, this person He must have practiced some evil magic similar to Yi Yi Tai Jutsu. This boy may be able to deceive most mortals, but he has not been able to deceive her by simply using psychic energy to change his body shape and voice.

She clearly remembered the waveform of this boy's psychic energy.

This seemingly poor boy was the "fire priest" in the Fire Sacrifice last night - Yuan Zhongyu.

(It turns out that this gang operates like this)

Having lived two lives, Nefertiti's thoughts turned slightly and she understood the operating ideas of the "Zoroastrianism".

Unlike the "Illuminati" that focuses on developing believers in the upper class, ", and the "holy bishop" who vigorously united the middle class and rich peasants, the focus of the development of Zoroastrianism is the "have-nots" at the bottom of society who are almost never valued.

They were born quietly, and survived tenaciously like weeds in the cracks of various social systems. In the end, they died due to war, illness, or just because they were fed up with this endless poor life.

They were almost never valued by any lord.

But it is undeniable that such people accounted for more than 90% in any society in the Middle Ages.

They are the cornerstone of this cruel world.

Who would have thought that a priest-level character who gave orders in the Fire Sacrifice had Viking nobles, French wealthy businessmen, and mysterious Donglu people from the Tang Dynasty in the East.

However, the person with this identity, his real identity in the world is actually a Polish worker who washes pots and floors in a dilapidated hotel.

If it weren't for Nefertiti who had the ability to identify psychics, I'm afraid that even if the whole city was turned upside down, no one would find that this Fire Sacrifice would be such an identity.

But this is exactly the blind spot of everyone's consciousness.

"Little sister, it's good to confirm this person's identity. Let's not alert the snake first."

"I have been a pharaoh for 20 years. I know that to deal with this kind of secret society hidden underground, we must follow the clues and find all the hidden branches and uproot them! The 'Fire Sacrifice' is just one, and we have to find the 'Flame Herald' next."

"From the figure coming ashore, it should be a Donglu person from the East, and it shouldn't be difficult to find. "

During the time when Nefertiti was in power, China was in the Shang Dynasty. During the Shang Dynasty, the various schools of thought and the art of self-cultivation and qi-refining had not yet appeared. China, like other countries in the world, still relied on belief in gods as the main way to gain power.

In Thebes, the city of a hundred gates, she had seen the people of Donglu who had traveled to the Western Continent, but the Donglu people at that time were not in the eyes of this powerful female pharaoh.

Nefertiti only had a superficial understanding that they seemed to believe in some kind of gods with human heads and snake bodies, and knew nothing else. In her time, the most powerful opponents of ancient Egypt were the mysterious power "Babylon" originating from the Mesopotamian Basin, and the ancient Greek city-states that were increasingly prosperous under the leadership of Zeus.

Unexpectedly, in this life, Babylon has disappeared, and the era of Rome has passed. The Donglu people, who she had once disregarded in her previous life, have become the most powerful country in the world.

"Hey, how did you get in? "

While Nefertiti was lost in thought, Sophie also stood there blankly. In a shabby and dirty kitchen, a little girl wearing a delicate silk cotton jacket and two pigtails on her head could hardly fail to attract attention.

The stout Viking proprietress grabbed her wrist and was about to push this naughty kid out of the hotel when she suddenly realized that the girl looked very well dressed.

"Hey, little sister, do you want to exchange some food? How about exchanging this dress of yours with me?"

Sophie still didn't speak, but after seeing the silk, the proprietress couldn't suppress the urge to take it for herself. She stretched out her rough big hand and grabbed Sophie's collar, trying to pull off the delicate cotton jacket.

"Sister Katya said, don't panic if you encounter danger, her people will appear within 3 seconds."

3, 2,

She silently counted three numbers in her heart, and with a light sound, the defective glass outside the kitchen used to isolate the cold air had broken into hundreds of pieces. A woman wearing thin steel armor and holding a sharp short spear fell from the sky like a fallen eagle!

"Take your dirty hands off Princess Sophie's neck!"

The gleaming short spear was pointed at the neck of the stout lady boss, and the heroic wing guard said lightly.

At this time, the lady boss had already collapsed on the ground in fear. As a poor person who had never been close to the upper city, she really couldn't imagine that the delicate little girl in front of her would be the only daughter of the lord.

Only Sophie stretched out her little hand, gently grasped the tip of the spear, and shook her head slightly.