Thanks to Pastor Follett's repeated reminders to the caravan captain, the rebellion of a small group of sailors was quickly brought under control shortly after it began. And the Noua, who seem to be completely defenseless and can be easily defeated, also quietly show their true strength.

Their reaction speed and combat ability are in no way inferior to those of the Bries, who are most likely of their same origin...... And they are not so simple as to be wary of strangers.

In the villages on the shore, most of the sleeping people were not alarmed at all - the few fish that had already washed into the village had already been "sent" back to the cargo ship by the Noa warriors before they had done much damage.

It's just that not a single one is still alive.

"We can give everything to our friends," the leading warrior calmly explained, "but all we can give to our enemies is death." ”

Such relentless determination is more frightening than their formidable fighting ability...... And it is equally astonishing that they were able to master the lingua franca in a few years with the sailors left behind by Wilson's last visit. The captain of the caravan, who had no intention of making enemies against them, once again stood his ground, and after the departure of these Noans, he could not help but sigh to Follett:

"I've heard that there are people in the town hall who are still dreaming of controlling the continent and establishing the kingdom of Neo, and there are a few guys on the escort ship that they have stuffed in, maybe they will have a part in tonight's events...... Hopefully, the blood shed on my deck today will dispel this thought before it's too late. ”

As a priest of the peace-loving god of water, Follett has no objection to this—even if it's magical...... The land that may have been forgotten by the gods is also the creation of the gods. They should have fellowship as equals and amicably, instead of secretly playing with some tricky ideas.

Muru, who had been watching everything at the time, was even more excited by the strength shown by the Noua, and even more than offset the frustration caused by not being able to cast spells.

These people are not the uncivilized barbarians of legend. They are intelligent, courageous, well-organized, and have their own unique civilization, which is slightly cruel but not unreasonable. Then there is really no reason not to let them bask in the light of the gods.

Young people confidently give themselves a lofty goal. There is personal ambition in it, but there is no malice. He did find satisfaction and strength in his faith, and he took it for granted that such satisfaction should belong to all.

He rejected Follett's well-intentioned persuasion and stayed in Hertland. He easily summoned those who had also stayed behind to build a small temple by the sea, the temple of the god of water.

Nio, the god of water, was one with the sea god of the Bries, and he felt that it would not be difficult for the Noua, who were similar to the Bries, to accept his beliefs, but he encountered an unexpected setback.

The Noa had no objection to building their own temple, and were happy to hear the story of the water god told by this young man from afar after a long day's work. Children are especially fascinated by the wonders of gods and magic that take place on another continent - and rightfully so.

But they also have their own stories and legends, equally grand and magnificent...... It's unbelievable.

They say that a giant whale that can devour heaven and earth, Kesfin, spits out of its mouth Hetland, the land where they are. But it wasn't their god, it spat out Hetland only because it choked in its throat...... When it vomited, it flicked its tail and walked away, not taking its vomit to heart. They say that a dragon that could cover the sky once flew by, and its dripping blood fell into the dirt, and all of Hetland's life was born. But it wasn't their god either, and its blood dripped only because it had been defeated and wounded in battle. It flew to another world and never came back.

Most of their stories are like this, and there is something strange about them that Muru couldn't understand for a long time. It was only after a long time that he realized what it was: in the Eastern Continent, even if elves, dwarves and humans would humbly kneel before the statues of the gods, their hearts were actually full of pride—they considered themselves important, the most beautiful beings God had ever created, and undoubtedly the masters of this world...... The Noua, on the other hand, don't think they're that important.

They acknowledge that there are more powerful beings in this world, and that those beings allowed Hertland to be born. They are grateful, but that's about it. They did not expect the more powerful beings to guide their path, answer their doubts, and appease their souls like the gods described by Murru...... They don't need it either.

They came into this world by chance and grew freely, like fish, like birds, like flowers, like trees. Strive to live when you are alive, die alone when you die, calm or unwilling, all left by yourself.

Gains and losses are the result of one's own choices, and have nothing to do with the gods or any higher beings.

Muru couldn't convince them, especially after he lost the power the gods had given him. He had thought that faith itself had its own power, and that peace of mind was far more important than magic...... But these Noa people are much stronger and firmer in their hearts than him.

For a long time, young pastors were tormented by intense frustration. It's not that they can't communicate, but they can't understand each other at all—their minds are like two completely different worlds.

To add insult to injury, even the human sailors who remained here, those who believed in the gods, gradually gave up praying.

"Those Noa people are right. They told Muru, "You have to live on your own." Even if we prayed every day, the fish wouldn't jump into our boat on their own!"

Most of the sailors who were not good at farming now made a living from fishing – catching fish and selling it to the Noua. The Noua accepted this without hesitation, and offered them a fair price. When life becomes calm and calm, the need for gods seems to become less urgent.

The "faith" of the sailors who wandered all over the world was quite practical in the first place.

"But you've seen it!" said Muru, who was furious, "you know what miracles the gods can do!"

"But you can't even work your magic here, can you?" he received such an honest and cruel reply from the sailor he had asked to translate and teach him Noa, "Maybe there is no need for gods here." ”

They have found their place so simply, they have found their way to survive...... But he was a pastor.

If the god is not needed, then what about him?