"Long tail. ”

Mo Shi still looked at the hillside. Look at the boulder edges above, the thin dirt, the long green grass and shrubs. The rain beats on all of this, affecting Nagatail's judgment of sound and smell.

Longtail felt that he smelled a strange fear in Mo Shi.

So Longtail walked closer to him.

"Sir. ”

"It's all terrible right now. Mo Shi sighed and muttered.

"Isn't this all good, sir?"

Mo Shi shook his head.

Then Nahyar suddenly moved, reached his fingers to his chest, unbuttoned his robe, and took off the thick black robe with the hood and handed it to Nagao. This is the first time Long Tail has seen Moshi do this. He took the robe in a daze, and saw Mo Shi's smooth ears clearly, and noticed that Mo Shi had no tail under his waist.

Then Mo Shi took off his gloves again.

His fingers were soft and pale, and they were extremely long.

Moshi put the leather gloves on Longtail's arms.

The rain quickly wet Moshi's hair and shoulders, as well as the white hand holding the black staff.

"Wait here, Long Tail. He commanded quietly.

"You, do you want to go up alone?" the mountain is neither steep nor high. But Long Tail still couldn't imagine how Mo Shi could walk alone in this deserted forest. He had not seen a single "alone" Hhyal.

"Yes. I'm alone. "Moshi is gentle but firm in his emphasis, but still full of fear.

Mr. Moshi.

"Blue Bird. ”

What I want to say, Mr. Moshi, is that I endorse your plan. Or rather, I would call it a 'necessary means'. I'm guessing you're under a lot of moral pressure right now, but you should also be aware that those snowwalkers aren't your fellow citizens. They are just a kind of intelligent life that you want to lead.

"Thanks, but, nothing helps. ”

Mo Shi used the bluebird as a support point and stepped on a flat ground.

I thought I was 'helping' you, physically...... It muttered quietly, like a human.

Soon, the waves of the Mut River were churning under their feet, washing down the stone walls.

Viewed from above, the inlet is indeed very narrow, and it is now receiving the raging spring flood from the main trunk of the Mutt River, bringing the flow into the pockets that are becoming more and more saturated.

If the neck of this pocket had been tightened, the flooding of the lower Mutt River would have been almost certain ("almost", still a gamble).

What Moshi has to do is make sure that this pocket can't continue to withstand the next few waves of flooding and can't continue to provide a cushion.

His character is such that forcing all variables to meet a stable standard is his lifelong pursuit.

In fact, even if Mo Shi doesn't do it, mudslides, landslides, and wind and snow erosion can be easily done. So Moshi is merely helping to make this possible.

He began to weave mantras.

Long Tail squatted on a flat rock, helplessly letting the rain wet the outer layer of his hair, while thinking about what Mo Shi had just said.

Admittedly, Longtail didn't know much about Moshi.

He didn't know anything about him when he decided to do things for Mo Shi two years ago.

Two years later, he did not think that he still knew anything about the honorary earl, who had been given the surname by the king.

However, this understanding has never made Longtail feel any "safe" from the beginning to the end.

Maybe it's because Mo Shi doesn't look like a real "person" at all. He couldn't help but wonder about it from time to time. Mo Shi had seen God and was reborn by the Lord, which of course explains a lot of things. And after seeing those "miracles", Nagao has no reason not to believe it, just like anyone who has been favored by him.

But that only made Long Tail more suspicious of his position.

The appearance of Mo Shi gave him the illusion that the earth was not hard.

It's like ...... Something that was supposed to be very solid, or about to break.

Moshi came here to control the river, the Mut River, which runs through the country of the north. Mo Shi drew drafts of stones and branches on the floor, recorded strange symbols, and transcribed them on parchment when he was satisfied.

Nagao doesn't quite understand the meaning of river governance.

He also didn't understand why this matter was so urgent for Moth, Moth's territory was not here at all, and it was not close to the Mute River at all.

Probably, it can only be explained by the reason that "the voice of the gods heard in the dark asked him to lead the people to renovate the river".

Nagao sighed heavily, shaking off the droplets of water from his body.

And at this time, Mo Shi also returned from the mountain.

His master's face was pale, and the tips of his nose and fingertips were red from the rain. Du Na told him that Mo Shi was very afraid of cold and was more prone to frostbite than ordinary people. He hurriedly draped his robe over Mo Shi.

Mo Shi seemed to be excited, his body was trembling, but his eyes were looking into the distance, and his knuckles were tightly clasped around the staff.

"Alright, let's go. "We're going to go further north." ”

"In my opinion, sir, all you need is a fire and some hot wine. ”

“...... Ah, of course, of course. You also need to rest, hard work for you to accompany me on this trip, Long Tail. Mo Shi's gaze slowly retracted, focusing on Long Tail, who suddenly realized that Mo Shi didn't seem to be simply stunned just now, but really couldn't see anything near clearly.

Duna also mentioned this to him: Mo Shi sometimes suffered from temporary deafness and blindness after performing "miracles" for a long time.

"What did you just do?" he lowered his voice despite no one around.

Mo Shi shook his head. There was no answer.

The day after they left, one side of the cliff collapsed, blocking the river with mud and rocks.

After fifteen days of heavy rain in July, the river swelled several metres high and flooded downstream. The waves crossed the shore and covered nearly 100 kilometers of land, and the turbid rapids mixed with sand and gravel swallowed the sky and the earth.

The flood "came as scheduled".

People fleeing their villages stand on hills, surrounded by herds of livestock and few belongings, with roads and rooftops submerged under their feet, and those who have not had time to escape or who have miscalculated have been swept into the river. The city's sewer system is completely out of service, and there is hope that the flood will not overflow the tables and chairs.

The people silently recited the name of the Lord of the Empty Wheel, endured his wrath with tears, and begged for his forgiveness.

If the gods are going to save the world, he should be here now.

If you don't rescue them now, it means that the orcs you rescued in the winter will still die. I guess I should call it

"It's not 'hypocrisy'. I didn't mean to 'do good.'" ”

I was just going to say, 'Bad part of bad planning.'"

“...... You know, Bluebird, if my magical nerve bundles weren't restrained, I would have needed a few helpers to dig a canal, but the truth is that I'm too weak to do it without the help of thousands of laborers, without the support of the Great Lord. And those snowwalkers are accustomed to suffering, and they are willing to endure it as long as they can. ”

You want to give them hope, and then you need to push them forward with despair. I do understand.

"You mean something beyond words. ”

But in my opinion, Mr. Moshi, the most important thing is not that your magic is limited, but that your memory is incomplete, and you are not at all like the 'you' you used to be. In the past, you carried out a plan without being afraid of it, and you did not show mercy to those who had already decided to abandon it.

"Don't you feel sad when innocent people suffer and die, Blue Bird? Mo Shi's tone was tired, without much emotion.

But you're probably tired of hearing those people who aren't your compatriots, aren't you?" said the blue bird, almost with some amusement, I have my position, sir, my position is the basic rules that the 'Ark' has engraved into the system. But personally, I support all of your decisions and like you just as much as you at any time.

"Including this terrible plan?"

It's not like you haven't had a plan for the worse before. And that 'I' has been by your side to come up with ideas. You've messed up a lot of things and done great things.