Devil's Bible

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Upon seeing this, the shepherd resisted the urge to flick the tinderbox and summon the big dog.

They were directed to walk to one side, and were soon dumped in a district of the capital.

The grand and powerful families built city walls, completely separating the two different districts.

The shepherd was still observing when he was kicked away by the guard behind him.

The shepherd stumbled and fell in the town. The chaotic and disorderly environment made him feel uneasy.

"Are you alright?" At that moment, a person dressed in burlap appeared beside the shepherd and helped him up.

"It's nothing." The shepherd shook his head and stood up.

"What on earth is going on?" the shepherd asked, puzzled.

"You're from out of town, aren't you?" the linen-clad man said with a smile. "Come with me first, you can call me the fake tailor."

“This isn’t the place to talk,” the fake tailor said, glancing towards the city wall where several guards were watching them.

After seeing this, the shepherd nodded and left with the fake tailor.

He only understood what had happened after the fake tailor and the shepherd explained it to him.

"The entire capital city is now divided into the upper city and the lower city."

"Only nobles, wealthy merchants, scholars, and warriors are allowed to enter the Upper City."

“But the lower city is where we lower-class people should stay,” the fake tailor sighed.

According to the fake tailor, the king could not bear suffering, yet he had no way to eliminate it, so he could only keep suffering away from the king.

So these poor people were gathered together and driven to the lower city.

In this situation, the upper town became glamorous, while those in the lower town could only suffer more.

Outsiders have to pay a hefty entry fee to enter the city.

After entering, you need to pay a lot of money, find a hotel to stay in, and get a certificate from the hotel before you can live in the upper district.

Because of his identity, the shepherd was afraid of leaving any traces that would attract the attention of others.

That's why he secretly used the big dog to climb over the city wall, completely unaware of this.

Then, as if he were a newcomer, he looked around everywhere.

Furthermore, the shepherd's clothes were dirty and looked undignified.

This attracted the attention of the guards, who then dumped him in the lower city area.

Only then did the shepherd realize that he had been naive.

He thought the kingdom wasn't completely rotten yet, forgetting that the kingdom was the first place to rot.

The shepherd learned a lot of information from the fake tailor.

For example, the palace houses objects bestowed by the god Nia, and it is said that those who touch them will receive blessings.

However, in recent years, there have been fewer and fewer exhibitions.

The shepherd lowered his head in thought. There must be a powerful force protecting the palace. He didn't need to obtain the divine gift; he only needed to summon the big dog there and let it sniff the scent of the god Nia.

Then the shepherd felt a gust of wind rushing towards the back of his head.

"I am actually omnipotent!" The shepherd instinctively uttered the blessing of the great talker.

The fake tailor, who was wielding a stick, suddenly felt a numbness in his hand and realized that the shepherd had somehow turned into a puppet.

The force of the recoil startled the fake tailor.

Then a large dog appeared, bit the fake tailor's collar, and lifted him up.

The shepherd looked at the fake tailor with bewilderment in his eyes.

"I want to change the world!" After saying this, the shepherd returned to normal.

"So, why did you attack me?"

"I...I want your clothes." The fake tailor, with the dog holding his collar, dared not lie at all and quickly told everything he knew.

It turns out that the fake tailor was a descendant of the two tailors who made the most beautiful clothes for the king back then.

His father and uncle, having unexpectedly obtained the Golden Fleece, sewed it into a perfect garment and presented it to the king with great joy.

However, there were some problems with their 'technical skills'.

In theory, once the king puts on that new garment, he will gain the ability to become invisible; the garment will make him invisible as well.

When necessary, it can also, like the golden sheep, proactively loosen restrictions, thereby revealing its golden luster.

Unfortunately, due to improper handling, the garment only made itself invisible.

The king appeared naked before the public, and his father and uncle were beheaded for fooling the king.

The fake tailor's family also fell into ruin and were driven to the lower city.

Therefore, the fake tailor was determined to create the most beautiful dress so that he could return to the Upper Town.

Unfortunately, those in the lower district do the hardest and most tiring work but receive very few resources.

Those good materials will never end up in the lower city.

Therefore, the fake tailor was always troubled by his lack of materials.

Although the shepherd's clothes were dirty, the fake tailor, who came from a family of tailors, was able to recognize that the shepherd's clothes were made of extremely high-quality sheepskin.

That's why the fake tailor wanted to knock the shepherd unconscious and take the clothes.

At this point, the fake tailor remained unchanged.

The absence of moral and legal norms did not alter the fake tailor's appearance in any way.

The fake tailor wasn't particularly good-looking, nor was he ugly; he looked just like an ordinary person.

At that moment, the shepherd realized that the fake tailor no longer cared about morality at all.

Life in the lower city completely eroded their sense of morality.

They ignored those things, treating everything they saw as a lifeline to escape this hell.

They would do anything for this lifeline and wouldn't feel guilty about it.

Morality and immorality are no longer relevant to them in this birthplace of morality and law.

Chapter 587 A Heart of Gold

Upon seeing this, the shepherd immediately understood that there was no point in talking to such a person.

The other party has completely disregarded basic moral principles.

Verbal rebukes or angry words could not affect the other party in any way.

To deal with him, you either punish him with force and hurt him, or you let him go and let him continue to rot in this world.

The shepherd paused, staring intently at the fake tailor, and then said, "So what you really want is to become a person in the Upper City, to become one of those superior people, by sewing clothes."

"Or do you still want to sew the most beautiful dress in the world? To prove yourself?"

His father and uncle were considered liars who fooled and deceived the king because they sewed a garment that did not exist.

This reminded the shepherd of the old carpenter.

The old carpenter was once a tailor who made his fortune by lying about killing seven people at once.

So at this moment, the shepherd decided to give the fake tailor a chance.

"I..." Moral condemnation would not cause the fake tailor any emotional turmoil. Even if the shepherd intended to kill him, he would only feel fear, resentment, and regret for choosing the shepherd, but he would never feel any moral guilt.

But when the shepherd spoke of something related to his dream, he fell into deep thought and then gave his answer: "I want to prove that my father and uncle are not liars."

"So what if it's the Upper District? They're poor too, but they live a life that's probably even harder than ours because they want to maintain a respectable image," the fake tailor said.

He had seen people from the upper district secretly come to the lower district to sell things more than once.

If those items were sold in the Upper City area, they might be able to sell for more.

In the lower city, although there are some people who fawn over the upper city, these people don't actually have much money.

Therefore, those items don't actually sell very well.

So why don't people from the Upper City sell these things in the Upper City?

Because it's not respectable.

People in the upper district are all respectable. If you sell something, everyone will immediately know that you've lost everything.

The person who buys it might even be someone you know.

The next day he showed up in front of you with his things, and you completely lost face.

So even if you buy it cheaply, you still have to sell it in the lower city.

In that case, even if this item were to circulate back into the Upper City, they could simply claim that it had been stolen.

Therefore, although there are guards patrolling the upper district at all times, news of rampant theft can still be heard all the time.

Some people couldn't see through these things and were still determined to win everything by heading to the upper city.

He, a fake tailor, could see it clearly.

Even if most people enter the Upper City, they will only suffer in another way.

Only those who truly hold power enjoy life in the upper part of the capital.

People like them only go into the upper city to be 'real targets,' providing 'real players' with opportunities to practice archery.'

Despite this understanding, he still wanted to sew a perfect garment to enter the Upper City and prove that his father and uncle were right.

I know it, and I can do it.

The fake tailor is easygoing, but he can't let go of what's going on inside.

"Now, perhaps I can give you another chance." Seeing this, the shepherd took out the wool he had taken with him when he left home.

Upon seeing this, the fake tailor was immediately tempted and couldn't help but ask the shepherd what he wanted to do. He said that as long as he could sew a beautiful garment to prove himself, he would be willing to die right then and there.

Thinking of the Golden Fleece that the soldiers needed, the shepherd nodded and had the fake tailor take him to his home, where he found his father's and uncle's 'relics'.

"Ideally, something that has come into contact with the Golden Fleece." The shepherd rubbed his tinderbox, and Teacup Dog appeared before him.

Previously, when we tried to get the big dogs to find the golden sheep, they couldn't find it either.

Because when you become invisible, you also conceal your own existence.

So to find the Golden Sheep, you either need to catch it when it's not hiding, or you need to find its distinctive scent.

Upon hearing the shepherd's words, the fake tailor seemed to remember something and quickly took out a box.

“My father used to keep the gold wool sweater in this box.”

The shepherd took the box, preparing to let the big dog sniff its scent.

But then they discovered that the big dog was barking at the box.

The shepherd was taken aback, opened the box, and reached inside.

A golden hue blossomed in the shepherd's hands.

"No way!" The fake tailor stared at everything in disbelief.

His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot as he stared blankly at the dazzling gold.

The existence of the golden sheep has always been a legend.

Like love, many people say they've seen it, but have never actually experienced it in front of them.

Although he firmly believed that his father and uncle could not have lied, his mind had been filled with too many questions over the years.

However, with the appearance of gold, none of that mattered anymore.

The fake tailor rushed forward, but when he touched it, the golden fluff seemed to have never appeared, and there was no weight in his hand. The golden fleece that had appeared before seemed like an illusion.

The fake tailor hurriedly tried to grab it, but still couldn't pick anything up.

At this moment, the shepherd reached into the box and took out the golden garment.

Then, with a thought, the shepherd's entire hand, along with the gold, vanished, as if his very existence had disappeared with it.