The phrase "one of the candidates for the next patriarch" was thrown out, and the whole audience was smashed into a trance, and a basket of question marks popped up above their heads without exception.

Even the flame bird sensed that something was wrong, and hesitantly looked left and right, and saw that the patriarch was extremely confident and kept smiling, so he nodded and signaled that he remembered.

Yang Yu came back to his senses and stammered in a retort, "Patriarch, what are you talking about, I'm not ......"

Kai sighed and interrupted the second half of Yang Yu's sentence, "As you can see, although I am very optimistic about him, he seems to prefer a free life to a free and easy life than being the patriarch of a small valley - Niwa-sama, shouldn't I impose my will on him?"

The people present had collectively fallen into a daze about who I am, where the patriarch was talking about, and the air was filled with a silence that was not in the Flame Valley, but it created a sense of contrasting seriousness.

The Flame Bird, who knew nothing about the cause and effect, believed the patriarch's words and immediately nodded as seriously as the silent air.

"Yes......" karma vividly interprets a smile that combines regret and a little relief. He turned around and patted Yang Yu on the shoulder, "Since Niwa-sama thinks so too, I will take back my previous appointment." Yang Yu, from today onwards you are free to pursue the life you want. ”

The patriarch's voice echoed through the altar, and the scene was very touching for a while—but the faces of the people involved and the onlookers were blank, making the atmosphere rather strange.

A cacophony of chatter began to rise in the crowd. Yongzhen, who was a little far away, pricked up his ears to hear their conversation clearly, and one of them accidentally dropped the spoon on the ground, "What? What is the patriarch talking about, what is Yang Yu......'s heir?

Sayo hurriedly picks up the poor spoon before it is kicked away by Yu-jin and puts it back on the table.

She vaguely understood the purpose of karma - any flame folk would be as uneasy as Yang Yu after beating the Wupei drum without permission. Perhaps the reaction of the clansmen in the past two days has proved that they are deeply grateful to Yang Yu for his heroic behavior in transmitting information back from the enemy formation, and do not care about the so-called violations, so what would the gods who lived in ancient times and valued rules and regulations more than modern humans?

The gentle Niwa god may not blame the clansmen for this, but the young patriarch does not intend to explore this "maybe". In his narrative, Yang Yu, who is the successor and qualified to beat the Upe drum, uses the drum to convey important information that the boy has done nothing but merit, no mistakes, and no more worries.

The onlookers gradually understood. Many people showed a sinister smile, hooked Yang Yu's shoulder, and said loudly, "Oh, it's a pity why don't you do it, the patriarch wants me to take over, I'm going to die of happiness" and the like, which made the parties even more confused, almost I don't know what year it is tonight.

And karma gave Haruna a thoughtful look on his side, and returned a somewhat sly smile.

The Flame Valley's self-introduction continues. Yujin is not in a hurry to step forward, claiming that "my hair color alone will make Niwa-sama remember me deeply", and he can't help himself by focusing on enjoying the food. And Xiao Ye knew that it was not suitable for overeating after a long period of sleep, so after a few bites, he began to be busy preventing the Pokémon from burying their heads in the rice bowl and turning into big flower faces.

"Saya. ”

When she hears the call, Sayo is holding the tip of Charizard's wings in one hand to prevent it from falling into the pile of tree fruits, and the movements of one person and one dragon are extremely distorted, like an exaggerated version of a stick figure comic. So, looking back, Xiao Ye unexpectedly saw the girl with a garland on her head, with an expression of "I am professionally trained, and I will never laugh unless I can't help it".

"Good evening, Miss Harina...... Belch. ”

"Well, I like it when you call me that. Haruna nodded with a smile, lightly passing by the fact that "it's actually an imposter who is familiar with Saya".

"I haven't thanked you yet, have I've heard it from my people, thank you for saving me...... Poof, hahaha. ”

“......”

Xiao Ye looked at Pichu in a cold sweat and stuck to Hauna's shoulder at some point, sniffing at her neck, the fluff on her body was tickling, and the second half of Haruna's unfinished sentence collapsed.

The patriarch successor, who seemed to have little resistance to itching, stood in place for a long time hahaha, until Xiao Ye finally let go of Charizard's wings with the mentality of "giving and taking", and lifted the electric mouse up instead, "Pichu, what are you doing......"

"The smell is the same mound. Pichu raised his face and said seriously.

Xiao Ye was stunned for a moment.

She already knew that the "Fake Harina" had somehow changed its appearance and voice, and even the aura of the waveguide's power was exactly the same. Pichu's claim proves that the imposter also has the same "smell" as the deity, which is supposed to be unique.

It didn't feel like some elaborate disguise or trickery, but more like it was like actually being the person being imitated.

Haruna, who was on the other side, finally wiped her tears and stopped laughing, and said "It's so itchy" in disgust, and then waved her hand to interrupt Xiaoye's overly serious apology.

"But I like enthusiastic children!"

She grinned and held out her hand to the little hairball. The hair ball also happily rolled down her arms all the way to her shoulders, lying on her stomach and not moving.

"It's too crowded over there, I'll let it out. Hauna said, sitting next to Xiao Ye without seeing anything, and began to chat while eating a lot. Yong Zhen was very happy to see the increase in his dining friends, and talked about yesterday's "magnificent battle" without a match.

When Yong Zhen was full of wine and food, he ran to line up to introduce himself, and Haruna suddenly sighed.

She turned her head to look at Sayo, "Am I really that much like that impostor?"

Xiao Ya just wanted to analyze how similar they were from different angles academically, but when she saw Haruna's expression, she suddenly felt blessed and said firmly, "No, she is not as good-looking as you!"

Hearing this, Haruna immediately smiled.

The dinner lasted two or three hours, the food on the table was almost divided, and the commendation meeting in front of the gods was over. Xiao Ye was thinking about helping everyone pack up the dishes after the end of the game, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the patriarch sitting next to the flame bird jumping off the altar.

The crowd of people very consciously spread out to both sides, dividing into a road. Saya saw that the road led straight in the direction of her place, and with the unhurried pace of karma, the flame bird was also turning her head to see, and the memory of facing the angry god immediately passed by Xiao Ye in capital and bold in his head.

She hurriedly bounced up and tried to avoid it, but someone grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Don't worry. Harina just said this with a smile, refusing to explain anything more and refusing to let go of her hand. And karma has already taken this gap to cross the crowd and stand still in front of the night.

A gentle wind poured down from the sky. The Flame Divine Bird silently landed beside the patriarch, bringing a warm air current.

It is taller than a normal flame bird, and its mere gaze gives a sense of immobility. But when his gaze met those dark eyes, Xiao Ye did not read a trace of anger, only felt the gentleness and tranquility of the lake.

The young patriarch smiled and recounted everything that Saya had done like a member of the Flame People.

“...... This tourist, who came to the Valley of Flames a week ago, has helped us so much so far. She confronted her enemies alone in the heights of the forest, bought precious time for the rest of her people to escape, rescued our successor from fire in the blazing crater, and contributed to the final battle and saved the lives of many of her people with the light of the moon. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and spread out his palms to show the object in his hand.

It was a slender goose-yellow feather with a fiery red rim. Its roots are connected to elaborately woven coloured cords, making it look like a tiny hair accessory.

In the dim night, the surface of the feathers is surrounded by hazy filaments of light, mysterious and beautiful.

"No word can express our gratitude to you, so—"

Seeing that the person opposite was still a little dazed, karma laughed. And Harina had already taken the feather and used it to gently tie up a few strands of hair next to Xiao Ye's right ear and tie them into a small braid.

"We have decided to consider you a 'Flame of Honor'. Even if you have different surnames, you will be our blood from now on. The red-haired patriarch swore gently and solemnly, "When you need us, wherever you are, we will rush over to help you - and do our best." ”

Unlike the parties who were still in a daze, the other red-haired people obviously knew about it for a long time, and immediately gave enthusiastic cheers and applause. A child happily stuffed a neatly bundled bouquet into the arms of a stranger, and before Xiao Ye could come to his senses, he was stuffed with several bouquets of flowers, almost drowning in the white petals that lingered with the fragrance.

It's rare for Sayo to face such a solemn thank you, especially since she thinks that what she's doing is just the ordinary thing that anyone of her ability would do. It's just that she just opened her mouth and didn't say a word, when the red hair preemptively said: "Don't shirk, unless you think our lives are not worth anything." ”

Sayo: "......" didn't dare to speak.

The flame bird stared at the noisy crowd and lowered its head.

Nightshade watched as the spiky beak gradually approached her—and then carefully sidestepped to the side.

The sacred bird gently touched the girl's cheek with its slender neck, and the soft feathers still carried a warm body temperature, which made people feel as if they were immersed in a hot spring. At the same time, an imperceptible light of fire flowed around the girl, bringing a fleeting warm touch and then immediately retracting, quietly lurking in the misty feather.

Xiao Ye heard a voice ringing in her head—a voice with a hazy echo, difficult to distinguish between male and female, solemn but not oppressive, as if whispering softly in her ear.

"Thank you for saving them and for saving me. ”

The god of Niwa gazed tenderly at the dwarf human child in front of him.

"Also, it's nice to meet you, the Child of the Moon. ”

At the end of the dinner, the energetic Flame Folk didn't want to sleep at all, and started dessert time after the meal. They firmly believed that after introducing themselves, Niwa-sama was no longer a strange bird, so they flocked to the altar and gathered around the sacred bird.

The flame bird didn't care that his feathers were being touched and pulled, and he calmly grabbed the child's collar on the edge of the altar to prevent it from falling.

"Niwa-sama, is it true that when we make a wish while releasing a Niwa lantern in the river, your wish will be heard?" The five-year-old boy who had his collar in his mouth didn't even notice that he had almost fallen upside down, and raised his hand excitedly to ask.

The Flame Bird blinked, staring at the questioner.

"My wish is to make a down jacket out of Niwa-sama's feathers!!" the child shouted.

"Or a pillow is good!"

"And the quilt!!"

A group of little ones under the age of ten were discussing lively, and the poor flame bird was completely frozen.

It wasn't until it struggled three times between "a good god should fulfill the wishes of his dependents" and "he didn't want to be bald" that Hauna, who was watching the play on the sidelines, stepped forward with a smile and played a round game, "Don't mess around, plucking the hair on the god's head will be beaten by the patriarch." ”

The more sustained adults didn't covet the feathers of the Divine Bird, but were just happily talking about the future of the Flame Valley, which was already a tourist attraction and would surely attract more guests with the Flame Bird in the field.

"It's just that the forest is a little ugly burned by us. Someone remembered the scorch marks caused by the Flame Folk and Niwa-sama, and said worriedly, "Why don't we buy some saplings and plant them?"

"No, we all went to see it this morning. "Even if the young man on horseback did not carry the horn, his voice was still loud. With great interest, he turned on his phone and showed the people around him the photos he had taken.

"Hmm...... Oooo

The crowd exclaimed.

The charred black earth had clearly been a hellish place the day before, but many new sprouts had already sprouted in the photo. The verdant green full of life spreads on the burned earth, like a velvety green carpet, bathed in rain and breeze, and grows vigorously.

The people of the flames were reminded of the old legend that the land burned by the fire of the sacred bird became fertile, providing a home for the people to live and work in peace and contentment. Therefore, in that era, Tangerine Island was famous for its abundance of sweet tree fruits.

The person who reacted the fastest had already shouted, "I guess we won't have to buy food from other islands in the future!"

"Can you grow your own fruit?"

"Long live Niwa-sama!!"

The jubilation of the altar continued until late at night.

After a long time, the patriarchs of the Outlanders and the Flame People came to the central square, as if discussing something. Karmic pointed to the Pillar of the Covenant and was about to speak, but when he saw the scene on the altar, he suddenly retracted and looked at Xiao Ye.

The red-haired people leaned against their soft feathers and slept soundly with their gods.

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Small Theatre:

Sayo: (refers to the feathers that bind his hair) Mr. Ye, is this also the feather of the flaming chicken?

Kai: No, that's Niwa-sama's feathers.

Sayo: I see...... But I remember that Niwa-sama's feathers are pure yellow?

Kai: That's right, but it looks too much like a fake made of Bibi bird's feathers, so we dyed it like the "usual" one we usually sell.

Night: ......

Flame Feather Fake Bird: ...... (Grievance to deformation)