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In July of the ninth year, it rained heavily.

And the intermittent rain for a month did not allow the Mut River to cross the riverside lines outlined by Mose.

No laurels are needed, it's a silent victory.

Moshi stood in the pouring rain for days, by the Mut River, and for a moment felt that he had gained nothing.

The blue bird flickered, and the command from "Noah" told him, "Mr. 021814 Moshi, after a comprehensive evaluation, your current Civilization Advancement Index has increased to 10.54%. 』

"I don't even want to hear that, Bluebird. ”

Moshi took off his robe and listened to the rain crashing against the undulating waves of Mutte.

His ears were quickly frozen by the rain.

The pair of ears, which were deformed and strange even to humans, were part of him, one of his tools to pretend to be a "divine messenger", and Mo Shi himself.

The woman's voice ended, and the blue bird began to speak, "I know you're disappointed and tired. However, river management is only a basic project to improve the agricultural industry, and the improvement will not be too high until the actual results are implemented, but the 'river management' is a great cause, so it can provide you with a wide range of advances, if you need them, you can apply for an advance. 』

"You know I'm not thinking about that right now. ”

"Yes...... I know. 』

"Hundreds of people died. The viscount also died. Duna didn't tell me, but I knew she was pregnant once, and that child wasn't born. There are many people who have suffered from the floods, and they have dragged their families to follow in my footsteps, and those children who have dug rivers with their parents have also died in accidents like their parents......"

Mo Shi inhaled lowly, his eyes wide open at the murky river in front of him.

"I'm well aware that they're not my compatriots, I really know. ”

The bluebird was silent.

"But how could I really not empathize with them, or how could I be willing to do such things if I didn't empathize with them—I might as well stay in the Royal City, or even, I might as well stay in the Spinel Academy, or the Red Sand Castle, or the Blue Silver Castle in the Cutting City...... Why do I have to get blood on my hands? ”

Bluebird knew she didn't have to say anything.

Moshi had no choice but to keep going. This was the fate of the 021814 guide who was exiled here.

Perhaps Snowwalker's original sin doesn't exist.

But Mo Shi is a real guilty body.

A natural consequence that will never fester.

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Mo Shi returned to the center in a beautiful way, followed by hundreds of ascetics from all over the Southlands, as if he were an old god who had crossed the vast wilderness.

The Mutt River, which did not erupt in anger under the continuous rain, became a medal and a testament.

His torn robe, his tarnished eyes, and his thin face were evidence that he had never been corrupt and plundered.

If he wants to cement his position as an "apostle" in this way, he should be glad that he has more followers. But in reality, Moshi has always hated (and sometimes he felt fear) associating himself with the gods.

Whenever possible, a devotion to religion would not be a consideration for Moshi.

Too much restraint, scarce real power, and constant disguise to fan the fanaticism of the people is an irrational act, and deception is not honorable.

What's more, he is now "unworthy" of the name of the divine envoy. If he really hyped up his miracles, he didn't believe that the king and the church would let him do whatever he wanted. The king will see him as a greedy traitor, and the Platinum Temple will accuse him of demons. And Mo Shi doesn't think he has the capital to compete with the two.

He persuaded the ascetics who had followed him before entering the royal city.

He placed those who had contributed to the management of the river in the city of Chip.

When he stepped into the palace, he was the same as he had been ten years earlier, still a dull and eccentric, thin, pale scholar with only a personal maid.

Decade.

Ten years is really too long.

Even if a snowwalker lives twice as long as a human, it doesn't mean that the length of that time has been cut by ten years.

When Mo Shi entered the court, what he felt was not that things were wrong, but that "people were not things". The color of the brick walls seems to change but not the same, and the smell on the corridor is the same but different from what I remember. Around the corner, he meets "Little Paw", the richly and ostentatiously dressed riddler of the former and current king.

Rigoletto doesn't look the same, it seems to be a little thinner, possibly fatter. Or maybe it's just a little looser.

He whined with a flute and saw Mo Shi walking along the corridor, his round eyes wide and his expression of astonishment.

"You're back! You're back! I almost forgot about you! You look like a ghost!"

He muttered.

Mo Shi smiled.

"I'm afraid the king has forgotten about me too?" he asked, pausing and asking the courtier.

Little Paw put down his flute and stood up and saluted him.

For a moment, although he pompously cracked his lips and laughed, his eyes were very calm, looking at Mo Shi.

"Here, those who don't work hard will always be forgotten, my lord. You know, you know. Even if you don't forget it in your heart, you must pretend to be cold, and even if you love it tightly in your heart, you are not allowed to open your skirt - oh, you will know, you will know, my lord. ”

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Rigoletto's words are often not wrong, because they are the ones who truly understand their master's likes and dislikes, and their malice.

The king invited Moshi to the common room for a meeting.

Once upon a time, Moshi and the king played against each other in that room from time to time. And this time when he entered the room, there was already someone sitting on the opposite side of the chessboard. It was young Heyal with emerald green eyes, and Moshi remembered him well—

Levi Fei of the Autumn Crow Family.

When they saluted each other, he was on the same level as Levi Fei, but it was supposed to be a higher rank for Moshi. Moshi noticed that Levi Fei was richly dressed and dressed, and seemed to be favored by the king here, and he was even more proud than he had been when he had been with the Marquis of Autumn Crow.

He is undoubtedly very beautiful and clever.

Without much thought, Mo Shi could guess that he was the kind of courtier who thought very highly of himself and was arrogant, but would wag his tail desperately in front of his master, and his tongue was like a spring, and he was particularly likable.

It is not known whether the king arranged this to give Mosshi an idea of his identity, or whether it was to knock Levi Fiqiren (Moser did not know what his position and status before the king now), or both. Mo Shi thought distractedly.

"May God bless all. Mo Shi bowed his head deeply before the king, "You are healthy and heroic, as if you are eternal youth." ”

Manka Golden Lion is still personable, and his smile is as thin as crepe on his mask.

"Sit down, let's finish this game first, and then hear your story with the River Mut. ”

Mo Shi calmly sat down outside the chess game, level with the "Chu River Han Realm".

"Ah, Mr. Moshi, come here and show me what I should move!" Then the king turned to Levy Fei and said, "You said that you had known Mr. Moser before, and that you had played against him?"

Levi Fei glanced at Mo Shi and opened his mouth hesitantly.

Mo Shi preemptively laughed: "Actually, we have only 'learned spells', and we have never acted out the drama of the gods. ”

"Spells?" the king looked very interested, "Levy, you didn't even mention it to me?, as you should know, Mr. Moshi is an excellent sorcerer, and is the beloved of Lord St. Tuan." ”

"Actually," Mo Shi replied first, "I lost then." We competed in the hut where the Firesparrow and the Autumn Crow were holding a peace banquet, and I could not resist Mr. Levy's youthful and powerful strengthening technique, and ended up in disgrace - if Your Majesty had seen me at that time, I am afraid that I would never have asked me to astronomize for you again. ”

The king laughed, evidently incredulous.

Levi subconsciously laughed dryly and replied a few times, looking at Mo Shi.

Before he could say anything, Mo Shi waved his hand.

"Don't mind my faux pas. I've never held a grudge against you, Mr. Levy. Mo Shi smiled and continued, "I'm not afraid of losing face in front of adults, I don't live on face - I care more about the direction of the river and the amount of taxes than that." Actually, I would have liked to talk to His Majesty about my new ideas. It's a pity that I'm afraid of disturbing the progress of the chess game......"

"What's new?" said the king, raising an eyebrow, and moved the queen to the bishop's side.

Mo Shi leaned over respectfully.

"It's about tax law, Your Majesty. "During my ten years in the Southlands, apart from thinking about how to pacify the Mutt River, all I have thought about is taxation—how I wish your treasury would be fuller, and your people would be stronger." ”

Since Mo Shi entered the room, Levi Fei hadn't been able to interject half a sentence.

Unlike in the past, Mo Shi now will not allow himself to be stumped by boring trivialities.