Devil's Bible

Chapter 209 Grandma Bird

When Zuowen woke up, he found himself lying in bed.

I didn't sleep very comfortably.

Although it's called a bed, it's actually just a bunch of pieces of wood put together and covered with straw and hay.

With Zowen's data, it's easy to see that there are quite a few small insects inside.

This made Zuowen frown.

"You're awake?!" The voice jolted Zovin out of his habitual nausea.

Following the sound, Zuowen saw an old woman.

The old woman looked to be in her sixties or seventies, and she had a disability in one leg.

His simple face was weathered, yet it possessed a unique gentleness.

"Who are you?" For some reason, Zuowen immediately thought of his grandmother.

They have completely different temperaments and appearances, but they give people a similar feeling.

Then Zuowen realized it was an emotion, a kind of self-compassion and worry, a similar emotion.

Zuowen just couldn't understand who this person was. He didn't know the other person, so why was the other person worried about him?

“You can call me Grandma Bird.” The old woman smiled kindly and placed a plate of food in front of Zuowen. “I saw you lying by the roadside with some injuries, so I brought you to my house.”

“Sleeping outside is not good. Some bad guys like to grab people like you who are injured and unconscious on the roadside.”

"Thank you, Granny Bird." After seeing Lillian jump out and indicate that Granny Bird was alright, Zovin completely lowered his guard.

"I never expected to find such a kind person as you in the South District," Zuo Wen said somewhat thoughtlessly.

"Don't say things like that to others in the future." Grandma Bird wasn't angry when she heard this, but looked at the young master from the North District with some helplessness.

“Most people in the South District aren’t inherently bad; they just don’t have the opportunity to choose,” Granny Bird said earnestly.

"Most people are struggling to survive, and often they can't survive without committing crimes."

"It's a little better now, but only a little better." Grandma Bird's words weren't forceful, but they made Zuowen blush for no apparent reason.

Because he felt he had exposed his ignorance.

Some things are just preconceived notions; once those are shattered, you'll feel the difference.

In the eyes of most people in the North District, the South District is full of bad people, a bunch of bastards.

They lack manners, dignity, and culture.

Violence, barbarity, greed, stupidity.

Almost all negative words can be used to describe the people in the South District.

For this reason, many nobles in the North are unwilling to acknowledge that ordinary people in the South are human, because they do not possess human dignity.

Neat clothes and attire, elegant manners, and a calm morality that is not swayed by petty gains.

However, the existence of Granny Bird shattered Zovin's preconceived notions.

"Perhaps there are decent, good people in the South District too," Zuowen thought to himself, then felt hungry and saw the food placed beside his bed.

It was a kind of black bread I'd never seen before.

Zuowen picked it up and took a bite, immediately realizing that the taste was off.

Although his stats have improved and his bite force has become astonishing, this black bread is so hard that it's definitely not fit for human consumption.

“Grandma Bird, this bread is spoiled,” Zovin said immediately.

“It’s not bad. This is the food for most people in the Southern District.” Granny Bird wasn’t too surprised by this. She simply said, “Commoners don’t have much to eat. They have to pay hunting and animal husbandry taxes to buy meat, and arable land taxes to buy fruits and vegetables.” “Most people can’t afford other foods.”

"Even wheat needs to be mixed with sawdust, weeds, stones and so on to make this kind of black bread so that ordinary people can afford it."

Zuowen listened to all of this in a daze.

He had never been to the South District before; he had lived in the North District since childhood, and his father was a Grand Knight.

Even after his father was killed, he only needed to have some blood drawn every now and then to still be able to exercise daily and enjoy meat and refined wheat.

"Could it be... could it be that the church doesn't care?" Zovin wasn't stupid; he finally let go of his stereotypes at this moment.

If he were forced to eat only these things every day, he would have no dignity or manners whatsoever.

Upon hearing Zuowen's words, Granny Bird immediately understood that Zuowen was indeed the kind of aristocratic young master who knew nothing.

So he sat down and earnestly explained some basic knowledge about ordinary people in the South District to Zuowen.

“You look like someone who has suffered in the struggles between nobles.”

"The fact that they were able to escape to the South District means they couldn't survive in the North District anymore." Granny Bird knew the personalities of the people in the North District quite well.

As long as they can survive, they are unlikely to come to the South District.

Only when the northern district is full of enemies and there are no friendly forces to be found will these remnants flee to the southern district to eke out a living.

"The church and the chamber of commerce are in cahoots."

"The Chamber of Commerce monopolizes all the resources that ordinary people need to survive."

"The church, on the other hand, used taxes to control the chambers of commerce while helping them suppress ordinary people from rising up."

"Taxes are required for everything, and no matter what ideas ordinary people may have, the costs involved are beyond their means."

"So for the church, this means stability."

Grandma Bird told Zovin this cruel truth that was cruel to ordinary people.

This made Zuowen understand even more why commoners were seen as so barbaric by the nobles.

Because they have long been bound by various rules, all that remains is savagery.

He couldn't help but think of Nemus. As a high knight of the church, how could Nemus treat his family so cruelly?

So, has the church really become a den of iniquity and corruption?

He originally had a great affinity for the church because his father, Xibin, was a high knight, but now...

"However, the Grand Knights are doing a good job so far." But Granny Bird's next words startled Zovin, who then secretly exerted his strength, preparing to launch an attack at any moment.

He began to suspect that Granny Bird was one of Nems's people, trying to keep him in check and get him back into the birdcage Nems had prepared for him.

Even the name "Grandma Bird" seems to have become a hint at this moment.

“Although he was maintaining the church-noble-merchant alliance system, he at least gave ordinary people a way to survive.” Granny Bird didn’t know what Zovin was thinking, but sighed, “He at least sent people to clean up the long-abandoned sewers and built some new, unpolluted wells.”

"Is that so?" Zuowen became increasingly wary, no longer paying much attention to what Granny Bird was saying.

But at that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Then a man who fit Zovin's image of a lowly bandit exuding original sin opened the door.

But soon, a ferocious smile appeared on that scarred, menacing face.

"Grandma, I've come to see you!"

(End of this chapter)