Chapter 173 Discrimination

"This temple area...it's really luxurious." Morea rode a giant wolf in the central area of ​​the city, admiring the splendid and splendid temple around it, rippling with divine light, making people feel peaceful.

The vast and large-scale temples in front of him formed a sharp contrast with the dirty, chaotic, and poor slums outside the city, as well as the dilapidated and low-rise civilian areas. In Moria's eyes, it was quite ironic.

Looking at the divine light gushing out from the temples, Morea knew that these temples were dedicated to some gods of the lawful good camp.

"God, hey!" There was a hint of mockery on the faces of the huge and delicate temples around Morea.

"Well, it's normal. If these temples are as dilapidated as the surrounding dwellings, that's a strange thing. After all, it's a place dedicated to those noble gods, so naturally the best ones are used."

"Please..." "Brother, don't..."

At this moment, Ruo Ruowu's crying and discussions came. It attracted the attention of Morea who was going to the tavern to inquire about the dragon.

The boy followed the voice and saw a group of people gathered in front of a magnificent temple that stood out in the temple area. Seems to be watching the fun?

"Is there something? Let's go and have a look." Morea patted the giant wolf under the seat. He had just entered the human city and was very curious about everything. Everything here is completely the same as in the previous life. Different. So, seeing the excitement, Morea naturally wanted to join in.

"Tread!" "Tread!" When Morea rode a giant wolf to approach, the crowd of onlookers naturally gave Morea a large vacancy, allowing Morea to see what happened in front of the temple at a glance No surplus.

A ragged young man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. Beside him, a young girl with only her face exposed, wrapped in a thick tattered robe, was lying on the side, exuding a disgusting stench.

Seeing the girl lying on the ground, Morea was stunned for a moment, because this girl showed a chilling face. It should have been snow-white and delicate, and the skin was full of youthful breath. The originally handsome face has become ugly.

In front of the kowtow boy, the four temple guards wearing silver-white light armor looked extraordinary.

The four of them looked indifferently at the young man who kept kowtowing. Beside them, there were four other temple guards. They stood far away, with a little sympathy on their faces, but they didn't stop their companions from scolding the young man.

"Go back to your ghetto, filthy thief," scolds one of the guards.

"But my sister,

If you don't get treatment, you won't be able to hold on anymore, my lord, please, let me in! "The boy kowtowed and pleaded bitterly.

"A thief who also wants to step into the temple of the great God of Dawn? Oh, to let you in is to blaspheme the gods."

"Besides, even if you are allowed in, no priest will rescue and treat the sister of an evildoer."

"Rogue, get out of the way, don't stand in the door of the temple."

The voice of the boy's prayer did not make the four temple guards move, but only received a few reprimands.

"I am an evil thief, but my sister did nothing, she is innocent, please help her."

The boy knelt on the ground and continued to plead with the guards. Indifferent to those insults.

"It's all innocent, but it's not you who has the final say." A guard sneered, and then a magical aura lit up in his hand: detect evil, and threw it on the girl lying on the ground, and then a transparent aura shrouded it. .

"Absolutely neutral!" Seeing the reaction of the girl whose face was festering in half, a look of surprise appeared on the face of the guard who released the magic detection technique. He thought it would be a red evil aura.

"Sir, can you let my sister in?" The boy whose forehead was bleeding looked at the transparent and colorless aura on his sister's body and asked with a hint of anticipation.

"No, the great Lord of Dawn is a kind god, and only creatures of the good camp can enter his temple, and you can't enter."

"My lord, I beg you." The corners of the boy's eyes were red, and he seemed to be about to cry. He seemed to remember, and took out a bulging cloth bag from his arms, "I have money, as long as I can treat my sister, I am willing to give the money. , all dedicated to the temple."

Hearing the sound of coins colliding, the temple guard standing in front of the boy glanced at the crowd, paused for a few breaths on Murray, and then his eyes stopped on the purse held in both hands by the boy, his face Showing a hint of anger.

"Bang!" The guard flew up and kicked the boy's hand, accompanied by a very weak bone cracking sound, and the boy's suppressed pain, the purse flew high, and then, "Ding dong! Ding dang! Ding dang... …”

The coins in the purse spilled out, reflecting crazy colors under the sunlight, and then fell on the clean and tidy ground, making a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

Shiny silver coins and yellow copper coins are all over the place, and there are more than a dozen gold coins shining with charming light...

A small amount of coins were sprinkled among the onlookers, causing a burst of looting and riots. Many people turned their attention to the front, showing greed and eager to move, but after seeing the eight temple guards, they all quieted down again. .

Morea leaned down and saw a coin lying quietly at the feet of the giant wolf under his seat. It was a gold coin, but no one dared to grab it from the crowd watching.

At this time, the temple guard who kicked the purse and smashed the boy's palm by the way said with a righteous expression: "Thief, don't defile us with the coins you obtained by dirty means, in the temple, no priest will accept you. This money. You go back with your sister."

"I didn't steal this money, it's the gold coins I got by hunting monsters outside the city." The boy argued in a low voice.

"Oh, stop quibbling, your hands are only available to thieves. In front of the gods, you actually lied."

"What's the matter, why does this guy look down on people so much." At this moment, a young adventurer scolded in a low voice beside Morea, "It's obviously the money Sauron desperately earned."

"You know him?" Morea looked at the abusive adventurer.

"Ah, my lord, I know him, he is..."

"Okay, don't say any more."

"Tread!" After confirming something, Morea, who was riding on the back of the giant wolf, no longer thought about it, turned over and jumped down, and his feet wearing metal boots made a heavy landing sound, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Because, Moreya's appearance is too special, but he looks like a twelve-year-old boy, with black hair and golden eyes, he is not as handsome as a human being, and there is no breath on his body.

It looked like he was just a handsome human teenager, but as long as his mind was not flooded, he should know that Morea was a strong man, just by the giant wolf he was riding.

Under everyone's attention, the black-haired and golden-eyed boy bent down, picked up the gold coins that had fallen at the feet of the giant wolf, stood up, walked to the boy who was kneeling on the ground, and then stretched out his hand:

"Your money is gone!"

The boy kneeling on the ground looked at the palm stretched out in front of him, and the gold coins with a little dust on it, and then slowly raised his head, his eyes moved upwards, and he looked at Moreya's handsome face that made him feel ashamed. With a gentle smile, it makes people feel like a spring breeze.