Like every living being in this world, the deities of the Qilan Continent are also divided into two factions.
One faction stands on the side of order.
For example, Sores, the Sun God, is the main deity of the Sun God religion and the state religion of the Kingdom of Moen. Just look at the name of the Golden Capital, "Andesores," and you'll know how powerful this sect is in the kingdom.
Another example is the Harvest Goddess. Her harvest churches are scattered throughout villages across the Qilan Continent. Although not very powerful, they have a vast number of followers. Almost every farmer believes in the Harvest Goddess, after all, everyone hopes for a yield of 1,800 per mu.
Additionally, dwarves worship the God of Craftsmanship, the Empire believes in the God of Truth, and the Beast Alliance worships their Beast God.
The elves, however, don't believe in gods; they only worship their Elven King.
These gods are the support for many beings on the Qilan Continent. In times without heroes, people rely on the [Divine Miracles] bestowed by the gods to fight against the demon race.
Those who stand on the side of chaos are the so-called evil gods.
They're called evil gods not because they're particularly crazy or bloodthirsty, but purely because they help the demon folk fight against humans.
Like the righteous gods, they are merciful to their followers and bestow divine miracles upon warriors seeking breakthroughs. Of course, the prerequisite is devout faith in them.
It's not uncommon for beings of the order faction to worship deities of the chaos faction.
People care about which faction a deity stands with, but deities don't care whether their followers are human or demon.
The God of Death is a prime example.
He has a wide following both in the Demon Continent and the Qilan Continent, after all, both humans and demons are mortal.
He is also the deity worshipped by all undead creatures in this world, and the Undead Court of the demon race enshrines the God of Death as their main deity.
If nothing unexpected happens, the warehouse before his eyes is probably the stronghold of those Death God followers hiding in the kingdom.
Siegfried felt he had truly stepped into a nest of vipers.
The small Hoover Commerce Guild was involved in both human trafficking and cult worship; it was like they were cultivating poison here.
It felt like entering what should be a novice dungeon, but because of taking a wrong turn, you end up facing a boss that's impossible to beat in the early game.
Siegfried had played a game called Soul 3 before, where he accidentally killed an old lady NPC due to carelessness, resulting in an early trigger of the Dancer boss fight.
Siegfried wasn't the type to play games with walkthroughs. He stubbornly fought the Dancer for three days and nights, breaking two controllers before uninstalling the game.
Now he was experiencing that same frustrating feeling in another world.
(A newbie village should be designed like a newbie village, why add all these complicated traps? Isn't this just setting people up? This world really has no game balance!)
He suspected that the reason Hilton couldn't see it was probably because the old man was of the order faction and not a follower of the Death God.
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While he and Yang Jing could see it because they were outsiders, with neutral alignment.
Siegfried awkwardly averted his gaze and said to Yang Jing:
"I think this has nothing to do with us. We should report it to the Adventurers' Guild later."
"Agreed."
These two outsiders were both quite fond of their lives.
Hilton was a bit panicked, suspecting there might be something unclean in his mansion.
"My lord? What exactly happened?"
"Nothing, I just saw wrong. Let's go."
Siegfried had no intention of telling Hilton the truth. Let these damned human traffickers and cultists love each other here.
Passing through the tunnel to the underground, the environment here was damp and dark, the air filled with a nauseating mix of excrement and mold.
Siegfried saw many black iron cages piled around, inside which were emaciated, skeletal low-grade slaves.
The Wanderer's Handbook showed that most of them were humans and ugly half-beasts, with overall ratings not exceeding D-grade. These low-grade slaves had limited use and were usually sold cheaply to landlords as serfs.
In these iron cages less than two meters long and wide, three to four slaves were crammed, some even packed with seven or eight.
Siegfried thought these slave traders must have at least 80% proficiency in space planning.
These starving slaves immediately rushed to the edge of the cages upon seeing Siegfried, with dozens of hands reaching out trying to grab his ankles.
The guards following Hilton immediately raised their whips and lashed fiercely at those withered hands.
They howled hoarsely, emitting a series of unintelligible syllables.
Fearing they might plot a rebellion, Hilton had ordered the tongues of these low-grade slaves to be cut out and their throats scalded.
But Siegfried could guess what these poor people wanted to say.
"Please! Take me away!"
Siegfried had always thought he wasn't a good person, understanding the weak but not sympathizing with them.
If necessary, he would also step on others to achieve his goals.
But how could human dignity be trampled upon like this?
A fierce anger began to burn in his heart.
Siegfried looked at Hilton, who was boasting about this slave market beside him, and a hint of viciousness appeared on his face.
(Old man, how exactly will you die? I'm looking forward to it.)
"You... Mr. Hilton, you're not just planning to show me these, are you?"
These slaves were emaciated and mostly diseased, far from meeting the requirements for forming an army.
"My lord, don't be impatient. These are the most inferior goods we have. The main event is yet to come."
Led by Hilton, Siegfried came to a spacious and bright corridor.
Here, magic luminous stones were set for lighting every five steps. The environment was clean and tidy, and even the air was fresh, clearly designed with a ventilation system.
On both sides of the corridor were individual cells, and the slaves confined here were the so-called high-end commodities.
Siegfried observed them, with the Wanderer's Handbook constantly displaying information about these high-grade slaves.
From stunningly beautiful half-elves to powerful half-beasts, from noble young ladies to captured defeated knights, there were all types of people.
Siegfried was very satisfied. As he had expected, the high-end slave market was essentially a talent market.
"How is it, my lord? Are these goods to your liking?"
"Hmm, let's see more. If..."
Siegfried suddenly fell silent because he noticed a pair of crimson vertical pupils staring intently at him from a cell not far away.
It was a girl as delicate as a porcelain doll, with snow-white hair like silk, and crimson eyes brighter than those luminous stones, like torches.
Her neck and cheeks were covered with rock-colored scales, and two sharp dragon-like horns pierced through her bangs, pointing towards the sky.
The white-haired girl just stared at Siegfried expressionlessly, staring and staring, until Siegfried's back began to tingle.
(What is this? A human-dragon hybrid? A half-dragon?)
He looked down, and the Wanderer's Handbook had already displayed the girl's information.
Name: Fafnir
Female, 199 years old
Race: Ancient Dragon