Chapter 15: The messenger of God is not as good as the one that God X-ed!

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

Banished to Another World, Chapter 15: The messenger of God is it as good as the one that God X-Ed!

Translator: BookAddictzii

Proofreader: The Eunuch

At the end of the incident, Yuan Zhan knelt on the boy and looked at the two pits on the ground that he had dug with his hands. He was satisfied and declared a sovereign bite on the teenager's neck.

Yan Mo was in pain.

There were a handful of loud voices coming from the side.

Yan Mo turned his head and only then did he discovered they were surrounded by several people who were watching them. One by one he looked at these people. None of them were young fighters like Yuan Zhan.

Someone discussed with Yuan Zhan in a hoarse voice: "When you finish, let me get down. I will do it quickly; give me just this once. I will exchange it with twenty red dates." Then he eagerly reached out and touched Yan Mo.

Yuan Zhan slapped the thief's hand. He doesn't want to exchange anything now, he doesn't want it at all.

Yuan Shan looked at Yan Mo, licked his lower lip and directly asked: "Can we exchange?"

"No exchange. Nothing to exchange." Yuan Zhan climbed from the boy and touched his thigh and the blood that dropped. After a moment, he put Yan Mo on his shoulders, pushed away a few people who stopped to watch and left the square.

Seeing Yuan Zhan's departure, the few people threw around a couple of words before surrounding Yuan Shan.

Yuan Shan was rejected but he was not angry. He pulled up Wen Shang, "Want to exchange with them? Old rules. Think, you will go and be exchange but I don't want to. Let us go to the square and eat barbecue. Tonight, you will have a full meal."

Wen Shang hesitated. He was a little moved by the red dates exchange, but after touching his buttocks, he decided to stay with Yuan Shan tonight.

Yuan Zhan took the man back to the tent and found that his home was unexpectedly clean. He thought that Cao Ting was diligent. He did not know that it was his slave, who couldn’t stand the strange smell, the crawling insects and thick dust in the tent, decided to clean after finding out his bones have already healed. It took Yan Mo two days to clean up the tent.

Yuan Zhan placed Yan Mo on the bed before he hanged up the tent curtain. The sky was still bright outside so there was no need to waste the torch.

Yan Mo squirmed on the bed. He flipped his body and allowed himself to lay there with his face up.

"Master, please give me some big leaves, okay? Thank you." Yan Mo calmly said. He will never abuse himself especially in this conditions. After being raped, he will not push himself into depression and wallow in sorrow while thinking of ways to harm himself. Such stupid thing is done only by those whose IQ fall below zero.

Yuan Zhan walked over to him. While kneeling on one knee on the haystack, he suddenly grabbed the boy's right leg and pulled the wooden planks he tied together.

"Master?" The boy made a sincere and fearful expression.

Yuan Zhan pried open the planks that covered the wound, and he gently slid his fingers over the intact skin. "Your leg has really healed."

Yan Mo was a little surprised. How did he see it? He is confident he didn’t show any problem.

"If your leg has not healed, your walking posture and expression will not be what I just saw." People who had suffered serious leg injuries and even those who have been dragged down are clear about this.

"Moreover, your legs struggled in high spirits when I fucked you."

Yan Mo suddenly laughed, "I'm sorry that I’m lacking in experience. Next time I will pretend to have some flaws and will make sure I won’t be discovered."

 "You... Who are you?" Yuan Zhan's hand held down the boy's chest and his eyes were fixed on him.

Whether to continue to pretend or to say the truth, Yan Mo considered the various anomalies he may show in the future. Before he leaves this nominal master, it would undoubtedly be a very difficult thing to hide things from shrewd boy.

With a joking sound, Yan Mo said: "I am God."

Yuan Zhan's eyes twitched.

"....messenger..."

Yan Mo looked at the young man's expression just preparing for another pretense when Yuan Zhan moved!

As if he was suddenly overcome with an angry force, he turned like the leopard and his hands grabbed the juvenile's neck. He looked at the boy with extreme hostility and growled: "Shut your mouth!! If you say such nonsense again I'll kill you"

...this development, how is it different from what he imagined?

"I really am..."

"Ah!" Yuan Zhan actually slapped Yan Mo.

Yan Mo was beaten on the spot and his skin burned for a long time before returning to normal. Yan Mo looked at the rotten fur under his tight body, and he made sure to remember this day!

Yuan Zhan didn't see the hatred on the boy's gaze, and even if he did he simply didn't care.

The slave will hate his master; this is a normal thing.

Killed by the hateful slave; this only happens when the master is too useless that even his own slaves will not submit.

He wanted the boy to yield and to make him his slave in the future, but, if the boy still does not obey, he would not mind slaughtering him to make up for winter food.

"You are not a messenger of God." Yuan Zhan grabbed the neck of the boy and said it literally.

"Ow!" Yan Mo was paralyzed with his face flushing red while his hands were trying to push the young man's hands, but those hands were like steel tongs; however much he tried to push, pull, and grab, they will not move.

"Remember, if I hear you say something similar in the future, I will cut off your tongue!"

"Hah, hah, hah” Yan Mo was too breathless, and his legs were struggling.

I am going to kill him! Kill this bastard who humiliated me!

No. You can't kill. If you kill him, then you can't live.

Then disable him!

No. I can't be sure about the danger that lies in the future. If this guy is disabled, you will be transferred to a different master. By then, there is a 20% chance that master will make you a reserved food in winter.

Listening to this bastard's tone saying he was going to kill him; he has endured it until now. If he rushes to kill him, he will only expose his own origin. Killing this master does not guarantee that his next one will be a good master.

Well...this man did save him when he was seriously injured. Also, he didn't abuse him when he couldn't move and even looked for someone to take care of him before he left just so he didn't have to take care of himself. This man did so in exchange for food!

Kill him or disable him; can either help you escape? Can you live outside on your own? Can you... escape the punishment of the Guide?

Yan Mo, you have to think clearly!

The young person, who controlled the life and death of the young boy he was chocking, was completely unaware that his own life has been living and dying within the fierce ideological debate in Yan Mo’s mind.

Yuan Zhan let go and allowed the teenager to breathe.

Yan Mo hurriedly inhaled, hungrily breathing in the air. He inhaled too quickly and started to cough while grabbing his own neck. He felt like his whole person was dying.

Yuan Zhan's gaze swept across the legs of the teenager. He frowned as he watched the blood flow that did not stop.

Yan Mo coughed awfully, coupled with the terribly pain from the wound on his behind, tears unconsciously fell off his eyes.

"I, I am only joking..." Yan Mo gasped while he stammered.

"Maybe you are a disciple of the Salt Mountain priests, maybe you are not." Yuan Zhan stroked the teenager's thighs which were dirtied with blood before turning away. “I do not care who you are. Even if you are the messenger of God, you are just my slave.” Yuan Zhan showed a sneer before he grabbed the young man's little brother and tightened his hold.

Yan Mo yelled! His body curled like a shrimp.

"You are not a god messenger now." Yuan Zhan bowed his head and bit the boy's ear, “Unless you want to die."

"Why... why do you say this?" Yan Mo asked while he grabbed the young, strong and hard arm. He trembled hinting his desire to know the reason.

Yuan Zhan thought the teenager have already learned his lesson. He took back his hand and pinched the latter’s face. "It is not uncommon to gain god’s grace. It is said that some goddess of the temple and some tribes can even bring everything back to life. They have the skill, yet they do not dare to say that they are the messengers of God."

Yan Mo wiped away his tears, he deeply felt that his current experience was worse than being thrown into the most chaotic prison; at least the doctor was still respected even in prison. The average person will not easily hurt the doctors.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who claimed to be the messenger of God?” Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's face and lifted it up.

"What...” Are there people with the same origin as him? Is the last person who claimed to be a messenger of the God the same as him or something else? Or is it simply a lie?

"There was a man who appeared in another big tribe, the Red Earth Clan. No one knows where he came from. His skin was very white and his hair was golden like the sun. Also, his self-healing ability was much stronger than yours. No matter the severity and the type of injury he sustained, he will heal well in a blink of an eye."

Yan Mo was deeply envious, but the envy became fear in the next second especially when he thought of this person's ending.

"The man who appeared at the Red Earth tribe claimed to be the messenger of God. He said he came here to lead everyone to a better life. The priests of the Red Earth tribe questioned him and in return he challenged the priest to show him a few witchery. Later, he said that it was chemistry and science and repeated the priest's witchcraft. The priest asked him what ability does he have to prove that he was the messenger of God, and that man showed his ability to heal."

When Yuan Zhan mentioned that he had a leg injury and saw that he was still bleeding. He immediately snorted: "You are far worse than him. The Red Earth tribe priests and patriarchs thought God only healed him and it did not mean anything. They let that person go and join the conquest. The hostile tribe told him to go and destroy the nearby tribe in one day. The man said that he could not do it. He also expressed anger saying that the patriarchs and priests of the Red Earth tribe were barbarians. They did not respect the gods and the man said he wanted to leave. The Red Earth tribe refused."

Yuan Zhan suddenly sneered. "The man appeared to be like you, and it was almost winter when he came, just like you."

Yan Mo's heart tightened. He disagreed with the man who claimed to be a messenger of God and yet he could not help but worry regarding how he died.

"He tried to escape from the Red Earth tribe but was caught. The priest of the Red Earth tribe said that since he came from outside the sky and has the ability to heal himself, he must be the best food given to the Red Earth tribe by God. In the whole winter, the Red Earth tribe, except for the slaves, did not starve to death."

1]..... They ate the messenger of God.... Jesus....no I mean really Jesus....no exclaiming I'm actually saying Jesus shouldn't go there.... I'm mean Jesus to kill Jesus that's so....Oh lord ....Jesus

Fuck! Yan Mo suddenly felt pain in all parts of his body. This kind of place that knows the world is the most terrible. They are not only ignorant and cruel but also exclude all external forces and cultures. Unless your force can completely suppress them and force them to change, it will be better not to do anything.

It's better to embrace the primitive ways and pretend ignorance. Although this ignorant boy is cruel, he can paint as much as white paper and are especially good at ignoring and mastering. (Note to joel55: I don’t get this part so I don’t know how to reconstruct the sentence. Is this an idiom, proverb or something..?)

"Is he dead?" The boy whispered his inquiry.

"Dead... the man continued to live after a whole winter. The priests of the Red Earth tribe felt fear and so he cook the man for a whole day. The meat was eaten and the bones were ground into powder. This powder was then made into a healing balm. I heard that the powder made from the bones of that person was especially magical. No matter how many injuries, they can be healed if you smear a little bit of the powder on them."

What a fucking waste; If it was him, he will let the person live. This is a good research material. As long as the latter has nutrition then he can provide an endless supply of blood, flesh, internal organs, bone marrow, etc. If he had such a high-quality research material in his hand, it would not be so hard for those who need to change body parts; maybe he can also develop a new type of drugs that can treat cancer. Oh, how unfortunate!

The devil's thoughtful outer face was scared and puzzled when he asked: "How do you know these things?"

"We have contacts with the Red Earth tribe. Before the winter, the nearby tribes will hold the biggest annual trade in the rocky beach. You will see them on that day. The bone powder can also be exchanged, but it costs a lot." Yuan Zhan squeezed the teenager's face. "Now you know, do you still dare to say that you are the messenger of God?"

Yan Mo shook his head firmly. "I just said it casually. I just don't want to be a slave forever I... it hurts ....huhu.” Tears flowed out of his eyes

Yuan Zhan smiled and patted his face. "Do not pretend, you are not exactly a weak lamb. If I could not even feel the murderous intent and hatred towards me, I would have already made you into bacon.... Obey. Give me a few years; wait until you become a 3rd Rank warrior. If you beat me, I will let you go."

Yan Mo tears quickly stopped. Since the other party has already saw his true nature, he was too lazy to pretend. Acting is too tiring.

Yuan Zhan again raised Yan Mo leg and looked at his buttocks "Hey, do you still claim to be the messenger of God when your butt is still bleeding?"

Yan Mo: "..."

The night was coming and Yuan Ji tribesmen was surrounding the square. Dozens of fire lit the floor. Meanwhile, Yan Mo was lying in the tent without a word when Yuan Zhan was grilling fresh meat.

Yuan Zhan grabbed half of the roasted yak and opened the tent. He sat next to the boy: “Did you eat?"

I just saw blood flowed in rivulets. Didn't you see it? Let me eat the roast lamb in peace. Why, do you want to kill me now or want to kill me later?

Yuan Zhan raised the teenager's leg with his big oily hand and looked at that place. "It is okay, it no longer bleeds. This is called Wild grass. It is still useful."

After that, the young man whose appearance and body shape are weak was released. Yuan Zhan bit a piece of meat that was still bloody. While he chewed the meat, he gave Yan Mo a you-are-disgusting look. “You are too useless. Will you still say that you are a god? Had you ever taken a glimpse of God?"

"Oh."

"You did not laugh. It makes me want to hit you."

PR/N..... Don't kill me...But your joke ain't that funny....Now you can kill me....But wait....You're 640 chapters earlier wait till I get to good part.

T/N: ... I don’t get it too. BTW, I’ve only read up to 600 but damn! This novel is so effing interesting. I’m definitely putting it to my top three novels. It has everything and the best part, the logic in it makes me want to question what I know regarding ancient history!! Hahaha, this is definitely a great find.

Yuan Zhan spoke with a serious face. He tore a flesh and put it in the juvenile’s mouth, "You cannot stay like that. You should think about your next meal while you are eating now. I have to wait for spring of the coming year. I only found one kind of herbal medicine from your drawing. There are two kinds of herbs that I saw and dug. I brought them back together with some bugs. Hmn...You will know it yourself."

Yan Mo grunted with a little bit of interest. He turned to look at the young man while chewing the meat.

"Where are they?" He did not spit out the pork. Anal fissure is better than starvation.

1].... Anal fissure I suppose meat with little amounts of water will make the food harder and harder during pooing and that coupled with anal fissure it won't make for a smooth defecation but still better to eat and have hard time defecating instead of starving and defecating nothing

Yuan Zhan tore another piece of meat and fed it to Yan Mo. "With the rest of the harvests. We also brought some fruits that we had eaten before. I will wait until the priest checks it out. If he thinks it is useless, then I will bring it back."

"...aren’t you curious about my origin?" Yan Mo couldn't help but ask.

"How can you say that?" Yuan Zhan frowned and reached out to smack his left thigh. "I am simply not interested in listening to you."

You really know me you teen bastard!

"What happened to your leg?" Yan Mo didn't want to ask at all, but he saw it and felt that the Guide also saw it. If he dared not ask, he might have to personally understand what was going through the Guide’s punishment.

Yuan Zhan was about to explain when he suddenly shut up and looked up at opening of the tent.

"Da Zhan... The chief and the priest want you to come." The one who played messenger at the tent's mouth was the young warrior who asked to exchange Yan Mo with twenty red dates.

He glanced at Yan Mo who was lying on the bed and added: "They want you to take your slave too."

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