I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 265. It Was Me!

When Naby was tied up and brought back to Xilu's tent, the priest, who had broken a leg, had a look of heartache.

"I didn't expect the traitor to be you."

His voice was filled with disbelief and desolation.

In fact, Char had deliberately filled the house with the stench during the day to block it out from Naby.

He did not guess that Naby was a traitor. After all, he had never experienced such a thing even after 177 rounds.

He only had a guess.

The number of suspects was quite narrow. If one's status was too high, they would be easily found out. His status was too low as well since he couldn't get any information. Naby might not have a high status and didn't have much power, but as Xilu's assistant, he had enough opportunities to read people's expressions and come into contact with the leader's secrets. He was the most suitable.

Besides, Naby was the most suspicious. He was responsible for arranging the manpower and route of the patrol every night. He was also the one who arranged everything on the night when the taken tribe disappeared—which was why he could work with the White Spirit Tribe to make so many people disappear into thin air.

However, for Xilu, this was hard to accept. He had always treated Naby as his son. If he had not failed to become a Beast Dancer, he would have been the next priest.

It was a pity that this guy had become a traitor.

"Tell me, why did you do this?" Xilu sighed.

"High priest."

Naby straightened his neck, his face filled with the courage to face death.

"You know nothing about the future of the Barbarians!"

Wow, what a great proposition! Char could not help but be stunned.

He had thought of ten thousand reasons for this guy's betrayal, but he didn't expect this to happen!

Xilu was also stunned. He sized up Naby, as if he was just getting to know the child he had raised.

"Can you repeat that?"

Naby's eyes were fanatical. "You know nothing about the future of the Barbarians! Our people are natural-born warriors. We have the most outstanding courage and will to fight in the world, but we are trapped in this barren, desolate grassland. We should not be like this! We have a brighter future, and we should have lived a richer life!"

Hearing this, Xilu was no longer angry, his face was calm.

No matter how Char looked at it, he felt like it was the calm before the storm.

"Child, who told you this?" he said with a pleasant expression.

Naby replied proudly, "I guess you should know. He's a believer of the Seven Holy Spirit. He's the spokesperson of God in the human world. Helping the weak out of their predicament is their mission!"

"Great, great…" Xilu nodded repeatedly, his raised trembling hand slightly.

"What else did they tell you? What should we do to brighten our future?"

"We need a big revolution! There's also a similarly earth-shattering revolution happening in the Long Ears' world not far from us!" Naby said.

Char's ears perked up when he heard this.

"Do you know what it is?" he asked.

​ Naby's surging emotions went stagnate, and he looked a little embarrassed. He then snorted, "There are some things that we don't need to know in detail. We only need to know that changes are happening. We must follow the trend and build a brighter future!"

"Oh, so you only know that is happening but you don't know what really happened.In fact, even those 'spokespeople of God' you mentioned didn't tell you what to do."

"No! They said it!"

"They asked you to betray the priest and watch half of your people being controlled by the White Spirit Tribe and sent far away?" Char continued to ask.

"Those people are ignorant, outdated, and ignorant. They are the out-and-out weaklings. They can't understand what we are doing. They are destined to be abandoned and eliminated! But we're different. I believe that with Lord Xilu's wisdom, he'll understand what I'm doing and make the right choice!" Nabi said plausibly.

"You're right…" Xilu repeated this sentence over and over again, and finally fell silent.

After a long silence, he raised his head and looked at Char.

"You two go out first, I have something to discuss with Naby."

Char nodded and gave Carly a look before dragging her out of the house.

As soon as the two left, a dark shadow appeared on top of the tent behind them.

The priest's combat power could be roughly judged by the actual size of the "Substitute". The shadow in front of them was three times larger than Carly's and was as big as the inflatable mascots at the entrance of some commercial centers. The snake patterns on its body spread out and formed a few fences, wrapping the tent up in the blink of an eye.

This time, the sound was also isolated.

Even an idiot knew what was happening inside—the father hit his son, and it was a hard one. The scene was too horrible to look at.

Although they were like biological children, Xilu would not be soft-hearted.

He hated snitches the most.

Carly seemed to be still thinking about Naby's words. She frowned with a serious expression.

"Why do you think he is doing this?" he suddenly asked.

"What do you mean why?"

"Why did he do this? Why did he betray and listen to others?"

Char sighed. "This is the consequence of a problem in education. You don't care about production. You only know how to pillage and develop it as an enterprise for the 'weak'. You believe in the law of the jungle. That's simple. Once a crushing power appears, even if it's not one of us, it will become a benchmark of faith and be respected by others."

Carly's eyes widened. "You said we lack faith? We have never lacked faith. Our faith in our ancestors led us to where we are today. If the 'strong' you're talking about is the church, then why didn't such a thing happen in the past?"

"You're right. You do have faith, and you're very devout. From the bottom up, you're very devout. But because of this devout faith, it's very easy to fool some young people who don't know the truth. First of all, I've said that you admire the strong. In other words, the reason why Priests have such a right to speak to the people is also because they are 'people who have been recognized by the ancestors, right?"

Carrie nodded.

"Now, if there is someone who meets both of these requirements—someone who is strong and acknowledged by the ancestors—he will stand up and tell these young people, we need a revolution to let everyone live a good life. Of course, there will be blood and sacrifice. I won't even tell you how to do it, but you just have to believe in me! If he were to shout like that, wouldn't all the young people today be duped?"

"B-but no one said that!" Carrie said awkwardly.

"Of course he can't tell everyone. If he does, he'll definitely anger the public, even if his identity is not to be underestimated. That's why there are these 'snitches' who are deeply hidden. Most importantly, your culture is already at a disadvantage when it clashes with the trends of this era. With some intentional guidance, as long as you have a reasonable excuse, it can be the best way to vent your selfish desires," Char laughed.

"As I said, there are problems with your education. Naby is not the only traitor. I can even predict that any 'hopeful young man' like Naby, who has a special status, has the opportunity to get in touch with the church, but also desires men and women, money, power, and is greedy for everything but is unwilling to put it into practical labor, is likely to be a mole. The 'revolution' they speak of is not revolution at all, but chaos, extreme chaos, because they don't even know what to do next. They are nothing more than rabid dogs in the hands of the United Holy Kingdom."

Suddenly, Carly raised her head. At that moment, a strange thought flashed through her mind.

Naby said that there was a revolution in Elfheim.

"That's right."

Char pointed at himself.

"That's me."