Chapter 1 Burning at the stake
The smoke billowed, and every puff made a thick sound like a tattered bellows, as if it was burning his throat and lungs, and Xia Feng's consciousness quickly became blurred.
"No, you can't sleep, you will die."
"Sober, must be sober!"
……
The boundless crimson color was dim, the deepest and deepest darkness emerged, and the summer wind was like a drowning person, struggling to grab everything he could to help himself change this powerless state of drifting and get rid of this indescribable darkness.
Suddenly, a little red light lit up in front of me, like the sun rising in the morning.
Under its light, Xia Feng felt that he had regained a little strength, and then desperately moved closer to the red light.
When Xia Feng took this step with the help of light, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from crimson to pure white, shattering the darkness and disappearing in an instant.
"Huh." Xia Feng sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, he actually dreamed of a terrible fire, and before the fire burned, he fell into a coma because he inhaled too much smoke, and could only wait vaguely and desperately for the flames to spread.
This dream was unusually real, which made Xia Feng feel fearful, and he didn't feel the existence of the fire, so he sat in a daze and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
As his beating heart slowly stabilized, Xia Feng's spirit gathered, and he remembered that he was rushing to his graduation thesis in the all-night reading room of the school's comprehensive library, and laughed at himself: "I have been staying up at night like this irregularly these past few days, no wonder I have such a real nightmare."
But when Xia Feng looked in front of him and was about to pack up his reference books and return to the dormitory, a strange and unimaginable scene hit his mind like a giant hammer, causing him to suddenly freeze and go blank.
There was no beautiful wooden desk in front of the library, no messy pile of reference books, no draft papers ready to be entered into the computer, only a black blanket with tattered corners, and this blanket was covered with it.
The place where I was sitting was not a back chair in the library, but a narrow wooden bed.
"Where is this?!"
Although Xia Feng was a little introverted and shy, and he didn't react quickly enough, no matter how much he found out at this time, he found all kinds of mistakes: even if he really caught fire and was sent to the hospital, this place didn't look like a hospital!
His heart tightened, he hurriedly looked around, and stood up aside reflexively.
As soon as he stepped on the ground, Xia Feng felt a burst of extreme weakness and dizziness, and as soon as his feet went weak, he was about to fall diagonally.
Xia Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand, propped himself up on the bed, and stabilized himself, his face was pale and restless, and this shocking glance just now had completely looked around.
A dilapidated, narrow hut, except for the wooden bed next to it, there was only a wooden table that could fall apart at any time, two stools that were still intact, a crate with a hole, and on the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there was a stove that could not be seen in its original color and a clay pot hanging on the stove.
Everything was so strange, Xia Feng couldn't judge where he was at all, and the constant feeling of weakness made Xia Feng's mind even more confused:
"Where the hell is this?!"
"My body feels like I've just been seriously ill, and it's very similar to the feeling of pneumonia that just disappeared in high school."
……
Countless thoughts echoed in his mind, but Xia Feng had never encountered such a strange thing to the extreme, and his somewhat introverted personality made him not know what to do next for a while, and a strong panic fermented rapidly.
The only thing worth thanking was that nothing annoying appeared, allowing Xia Feng to habitually take a few deep breaths and slowly calm down his panic, when a shout came from a distance outside the hut:
"Burn the witch! Adelaide is going to burn witches in the church!"
"Everyone, go quickly!"
"Burn the damn evil witch!"
The two diametrically opposed emotions of fear and excitement were clearly revealed in the strange accent, and Xia Feng was interrupted by panic, became curious, and muttered to himself: "Witch? What kind of world is this?"
As an adult who likes novels, that bad premonition faintly arose in Xia Feng's heart, but before he could think about it, with a bang, the poor broken wooden door was knocked open, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy rushed in.
"Brother Lucian......" The boy with short brown hair and a knee-length linen top was surprised and surprised to see Xia Feng standing by the bed, "Are you awake?"
Xia Feng looked at this clothes that were different from modern styles, nodded numbly, and a ridiculous thought came to his mind: "Lucian, witches, churches, burning, could it be that I really traveled through time, and I also traveled to the dark age of witch hunting in the Middle Ages in Europe?"
Things always go in a bad direction, Murphy's Law coldly reminds Xia Feng, the boy's hair color, the dirty old linen clothes he wears, all confirm this, as for the language spoken by the boy, Xia Feng's body can instinctively understand and seem to be able to use it, but he is still far away from the linguist, and he can't judge which language.
It was not surprising to see that Xia Feng was not in a good mood, and the little boy with a few black and gray stains on his face said: "Mom always refuses to believe me, and she cries secretly in the middle of the night, crying so much that her eyes are swollen, and she keeps talking about poor little Evans, just like Brother Lucian, you have been buried in the cemetery."
"Dad was so noisy that he asked the bad boy of the Simon family to send a letter to Sir Wayne's estate early in the morning, asking my brother to find a way to come back, he was already a trainee knight's attendant, and the doctor of Shantang didn't dare to insist on that outrageous and funny price in front of him."
Speaking of his brother who became a trainee knight's attendant, the little boy raised his chin slightly, feeling a sincere pride.
"However, now it's okay, they lost, I'm right, Brother Lucian, how could you be in trouble!"
As he spoke, he took Xia Feng's arm: "Let's go, Brother Lucian, go to the church square to see the burning witch, the hateful witch who caused you to be caught by the church guards and interrogated all night!"
Xia Feng, who was about to think quietly about his life, didn't want to follow this little boy to join in the fun, and directly burned a living person to death, which was really something that Xia Feng, who claimed to be quite good, could not accept.
So Xia Feng changed his mind, restrained his surprise, let the little boy hold him, and stumbled towards Adelaide Church.
Along the way, Xia Feng seized the opportunity to look at the people going to Adjean Church.
The weather is relatively warm, men basically wear linen tops with short and narrow sleeves, trousers of the same color and heelless shoes, while women wear boring single long skirts, often with a large pocket sewn into the skirt, what they have in common is simplicity and shabby.
Most of the brown hair and brown eyes are mixed with blonde hair, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red eyes, blue eyes, etc., with deep facial features and a sense of three-dimensionality.
"Is it really the Middle Ages?" Xia Feng looked at himself, the same linen bolero, the same trousers, and the same heelless shoes.
Not long after coming out of the dilapidated, low slum house cluster, I saw a small but solemn church with a high semicircular vault, a huge white cross nailed to it, and a very narrow window below.
There were already many people around the square, and the little boy pulled Xia Feng to drill left and right, constantly squeezing forward, causing many people to look over angrily, but because this was the church square, they didn't dare to beat these two bastards.
Not long after squeezing, Xia Feng's eyes suddenly opened up, and it turned out that he had already squeezed to the front floor.
In the center of the square was a wooden cross tied to a woman in her twenties in black robes with a pale face and a rather beautiful appearance.
The surrounding people smashed the stones, wooden blocks, saliva, etc. they brought with them at the black-robed woman from time to time, and the sound of cursing was mixed into a mess:
"Smash you damn witch."
"You witch is hiding in our Adjang area, you must want to kill us!"
"My poor little Tracy died of illness a few months ago, it must have been done by you, an evil witch! Ugh, my poor little Tracy......"
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Occasionally hit, the woman in the black robe closed her thin pale white lips tightly, and did not let out a painful snort, but looked at the people standing on the church steps like a statue.
At the head was a middle-aged man in a wide white robe with gold trim, wearing a white soft hat and holding a circular badge with a white cross painted on it, looking quietly, without speaking, solemn and solemn, while behind him stood several men and women in white robes, clean and tidy, with rosy faces, in stark contrast to the poverty and filth of the square.
Behind these white-robed men stood a row of guards wearing silver-gray chain mail, which were majestic.
The middle-aged man took out a pocket watch-style thing and looked at it, and saw that the time was almost there, so he took a step forward and held the round badge high in one hand.
Suddenly, the angry, hateful, and noisy people in the square suddenly fell silent, simultaneously and synchronously.
Only the sound of the wind blowing through the clothes was left in the entire square.
Xia Feng was very surprised, even in modern times, it takes at least a few months of training to achieve this level of obedience and conditioning, and these ordinary people who seem to be poor can do it? What forces make them do it?
The middle-aged man held up the badge, his voice not loud but spread throughout the square: "Poor sinner, you have been deceived by the devil, delusional to gain evil power, from body to soul is full of filth, only the holy light can purify you, this is both the Lord's punishment and the Lord's gift, the Lord's tolerance for the lost Lamb."
"Burn her, burn her!" The surrounding poor people were sparse at first, and then they shouted loudly in order.
If it is known that he has crossed over, then the next person to be burned at the stake will be Lucian, whose soul has been invaded by the evil devil.
"Before purifying you, the forgiving and merciful Lord asked me one more question: Are you willing to repent? Sincere repentance will completely purify your soul and enter the kingdom of heaven where the Lord is." The middle-aged man asked gently and sympathetically.
The woman in the black robe suddenly laughed wildly, her voice sharp and harsh: "I am pursuing the truth of magic, not the God of truth, burn me to death, I will watch the destruction of this sinful kingdom of heaven in the flames, watch this gorgeous church collapse."
"Madman!"
"It's really evil!"
"The bishop's kindness was actually exchanged for a curse, these wizards who have been blinded by the devil are really damned!"
"Burn her to death!"
The bishop didn't say anything, but the many poor people around him fell into a hoarse madness.
For the first time in Xia Feng's life, he was in a fanatical and unreasonable atmosphere, and he couldn't help but think: "Medieval Europe is really dangerous!"
"However, there is no pile of wood, how can I burn her to death?"
Although he had pity and intolerance for the woman in the black robe, Xia Feng did not dare to make the slightest move, otherwise one person could smash himself to death with a stone.
The bishop prayed a few words, and his voice became louder, loud and without the slightest emotion: "Sinner, then go to hell in the purification of the light."
The middle cross badge in his hand suddenly burst out with bright light, dazzling and dazzling, making Xia Feng's eyes all white.
The bishop was like holding a small sun in his hand, solemn, majestic and sacred, and everyone, including the little boy beside Xia Feng, lowered their heads and quietly prayed and praised.
The light gathered and shot towards the blue sky, and when it reached the height of the vault, the light turned back and fell, hitting the stake at the stake.
The red flames burned on the ground, and one person was so tall that they surrounded the woman in the black robe.
She laughed wildly and cursed madly:
"I will watch this sinful kingdom of heaven destroy in the flames."
"I will watch this magnificent church collapse in the flames."
"I will watch you sink forever in the flames!"
……
The mournful voice was endless, and the woman in the black robe was burned to ashes together with the stake.
And Xia Feng was stunned as early as when the badge burst out with dazzling light:
"This is not medieval European ......"
"This is a world of true magic and magic!"
"My name is Lucian......
(End of this chapter)