Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 179: Words of Blasphemy from the Evil Ancient Serpent
By the time the servants came to their senses, they were already following behind Habisa.

It was already dark when they followed Habisa to his dwelling, a makeshift shack in the mountains with absolutely no amenities. Even the cats that Madam Sennet kept lived in much better conditions.

But Habisa didn't care at all, and even helped them build shacks.

This made the servants even more eager to escape.

Even as servants, they had never slept in such a shabby hut. What difference was there between this and lying in the middle of nowhere? If they were to lie there for one night, the snakes, insects, and rodents covering their bodies would probably kill them.

As for dinner, it was even simpler, consisting of only a few flatbreads and some grilled fish.

Habisa got the bread from the village. Habisa often helped people with chores and didn't accept any money. Those who received his help couldn't really enjoy it all without feeling guilty—although they couldn't afford expensive things, they could still afford three or five hard breads as provisions.

As for the fish, Habisa caught them from a nearby stream. Since the stream couldn't raise any big fish, and Habisa didn't have any seasonings with him, he simply grilled the two small fish over an open flame without even adding salt.

The servants naturally had no interest in such a meal.

But Habiza ate with great relish.

"There are flatbreads, meat, and boiled stream water. Isn't this a feast?"

Compared to his mournful servants, Habisa looked radiant.

"This is rare meat, aren't you going to eat it?"

They definitely wouldn't eat it, since the food was far too coarse. As I said before, even if they were just servants, they were still Mistress Senette's servants, and their daily food, clothing, and other necessities were far beyond what ordinary people could afford.

In the present village of Bubas, perhaps only the local village chief can be compared to them. However, even the village chief of Bubas is far inferior to them in terms of vision.

"Then it seems you really aren't farmers."

It was at this moment that they heard something they absolutely did not want to hear.

"You're not from here, are you?"

"..."

Faced with this question that almost directly revealed their identities, the servants remained silent.

Now that their identities have been exposed, they naturally have nothing else to say. They are just wondering where they went wrong in their act.

They've already changed into tattered clothes and gone to the fields to wield hoes. Don't they look just like those peasants?
"Actually, at first I wasn't so sure. After all, I've been away from my hometown for a while. Even though I'm back now, it's not surprising that there are a few people I don't know in the village."

While munching on a hard biscuit, Habiza continued talking.

"As for the fact that none of you know how to farm, that's not surprising. After all, the village chief's son doesn't know how to farm either. When I was learning to read and write, I wasn't very good at farming either... It was only after I gave up on taking the priest exam that I started to seriously learn how to do farm work, but that was a later thing."

Habisa paused for a moment at this point.

"So back then, I just thought that you guys were probably like me before, just not good at doing things... But now, you guys don't even eat fish."

"Is there any need to eat this kind of thing?"

It was at this moment that one of the servants spoke up.

"This stuff hasn't even been salted..." "Salt isn't something everyone can afford."

Habisa shook his head.

“Even fish isn’t something everyone can afford… For a normal farmer, it’s good enough if they can eat some meat all year round. Most of the time, they can only eat thin porridge. Even hard flatbreads are considered a good thing.”

As for the meat, it was naturally meant to be supplied to the priests and warriors, who needed to maintain their strength and physique, as well as their ability to suppress others.

After all, there is a huge difference in physique and strength between those who eat meat and those who don't.

"And all of this is done in the name of the sun god."

Habisa raised his hand and pointed to the dark night sky.

“In the name of the sun god, they received the blessing; in the name of the sun god, they received everything… That’s why I say there has never been any such thing as the sun god’s blessing; you are the ones who have received that so-called blessing.”

A priest who wants to eat meat every meal certainly can't do it all by himself alone, but if a hundred people help him hunt, then he can indeed eat meat every meal. The price for this is that the hundred people don't eat meat at all, and even if they find meat, they can't eat it and can only deliver it to the priest.

Throughout this entire process, is the sun god truly important?

Perhaps it is important, after all, a priest must indeed have the title of sun god to have that noble status.

But perhaps it doesn't matter. At least in Hapisa's view, it makes no difference whether the sun god is replaced by a moon god, a mountain god, or a star god.

Even if it were replaced by a snake god...

"No, if it were the Snake God, it wouldn't be like this."

Recalling his previous encounter with the great serpent god, Habisa couldn't help but shake his head subconsciously.

If it were that serpent god instead, things would definitely not be like this. After all, unlike the so-called sun god who doesn't care about anything, the serpent god would really listen to everyone's needs. Even now, he still remembers when the serpent god listened to his past. He still remembers the calligraphy practice book and pen that the serpent god gave him.

Indeed, the calligraphy practice book and pen may have been lost. Habisa even vaguely realized that the precious gift was probably gone forever.

But at this moment, Habisa was no longer fixated on those two things themselves.

"The serpent god gave me paper and pen, not simply so I could practice calligraphy..."

At that moment, Habisa vaguely sensed a sense of mission within himself.

Although the precious gift has been lost, the spirit it embodied remains in his heart.

He would practice in his mind, he would write in his mind, he would write out word by word the ugliness of those false gods and their followers.

He would write down, word by word, the death of that false god.

"And you lot... if you want to follow that false god, then go back."

As he said this, Habisa waved his hand.

"However, when the Holy City collapses, you will be buried along with it."

(End of this chapter)