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Before leaving the royal city, Mo Shi met with Diya.

It was Dia who "invited" him to go, and a short letter from him read: I want you to divinate for me.

Moshi enters the interior of the Amber Palace, where he meets the two princes and their playmates. He just stood outside the room used for teaching and glanced in—he saw the eldest prince absentmindedly playing with a quill and the second prince listening intently to the teachings.

A year is subjectively long but objectively short for children, and Mo Shi did not see any difference except for their tall bodies.

Mandor was already wandering, so he spotted him first. For a moment, the boy seemed to look surprised and wanted to shout loudly. But soon he felt embarrassed about himself, so he just wrinkled his nose and waved his hand. Adolescent boys are always awkward and arrogant.

Mo Shi smiled at him, and the boy was stunned, and finally shook his ears, barely greeting him.

Moshi didn't teach them for long. In fact, it is true that he did not concentrate on teaching.

When the Duke of Goldmane was overthrown, the king quickly drew him into a more complex political circle, so he ceased to be the teacher of the two princes. But it is clear that for children, the adults who have cared for them will inevitably leave a stronger image in their memory.

If given the opportunity, Mo Shi would be willing to ask how the two princes are studying and living recently.

But he was leaving for the Southland to-morrow, and he had to visit Dia before the sun went down.

Of course, what Mo Shi wanted to see more was Diya.

She can no longer be called Dia Firesparrow. Most of the people here call her "Diya of the Firebirds".

Moshi had entered Dia's room when she was sick. And now, she has moved to a south-facing house with more than a dozen maids. Although Moshi was no longer surprised by this level of opulence because he had been in and out of the palace for many years (in fact, it was nowhere near as emotional as he had when he first stepped into the tower of Chisha Castle that belonged to Dia), Dia's flamboyant and icy beauty still made him sigh.

"You're here. Diya looked up but didn't stand up. She seemed to be knitting a shawl, with slender needles interlaced between her fingers.

"Miss Dia...... Sorry, Your Highness. ”

"Don't—don't. At least don't call me 'Your Highness' so seriously. Dia sighed and stopped him, before she could show sarcasm, for now, she looked a lot like Dino and Diffonor, "Let's get out of here." Lina, pour Mr. Moser a glass of mulled wine. ”

"Hello, Lina. ”

He said to the maid, and a small smile was given in response.

Before the room fell silent, he watched carefully as Diya weaved. He had the impression that Dia was always reading or writing, at least he had never seen her knit or embroider.

"This was meant to be left to my children. Diya said suddenly.

Mo Shi came back to his senses.

He was subconsciously silent, and rightly so, because he realized that Dia was talking about the fetus that had died before it was born. Unlike Gerota, Diya did not even give birth to the child completely, and was separated from him or her.

Even if we don't consider the natural connection between mother and child, we don't think about the sadness of a girl who has expectations and fears. Even from the perspective of pure interests, the blow to Diya caused by the loss of this child must be far greater than the sadness of Gelota's loss of the child.

Because Gerota's husband was Dino, and Dino had only one wife, her, and they loved each other.

But Diya's husband was Manka Golden Lion, a man thirty years older than her, and a king with two wives. There may be an element of love in their union, but not much.

Dia is under tremendous pressure.

At this time, Mo Shi suddenly realized the cruelty of the so-called "god" again.

This land is not a suitable place for snowwalkers, and the temperature, food conditions, and climatic conditions are not conducive to the reproduction of snowwalkers. As far as he knows, each snowwalker couple can only support an average of two children. That is, barely maintaining the population balance.

Maintaining a stable population was something that Mo Shi's ethnic group had worked so hard to pursue. But that's based on a well-established health care system and comprehensive safety measures, not on the basis of pregnancy and miscarriage and pregnancy and death.

"How I wish you didn't have to go through this, Dia. Mo Shi whispered.

"It's inevitable," Dia raised her eyes, "we were born to atone for our sins, and that's one of them. ”

Mo Shi wanted to refute.

But he has learned to accept this logic and understand that there is no point in refuting it.

"I'm going to make this world a better place," Mo Shi said again, and this time he wasn't drunk, he confirmed that he did, "and the snowwalker will no longer be guilty in the eyes of the gods—I will definitely let that day come." ”

Diya looked at him deeply.

After a moment, a smile of pain and comfort appeared on her lips.

"I think it's out of place to say anything other than 'I believe in you.'" ”

"Thank you for your generosity. So Mo Shi also replied with a smile.

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From that time he left the center and went south, and it passed—

Decade.

To be exact, it was nine years and eleven great god months.

It took him so long to make sure that the flooding of the Mutter River was under control. The power of nature is never allowed to be taken lightly, and even if Mo Shi already has extraordinary strength in this snowwalker country, he is still only one in the vast sea of people.

The Mute River is a Yangtze River that has no natural twists and turns, and it is a smooth Yellow River with vertical steps of terrain, it freezes almost from upstream to downstream in winter, and in summer it always seems to be crying or angry, and the melting snow and pouring rain all make it surge, spurring it to the heights and flooding the mountains and forests.

For the Mut riverbed to be able to accept the spring floods, more conditions are needed to store water.

Of course, canals are dug to connect other rivers or lakes – that's the basics.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to implement like building the Tower of Babylon.

Support from both Scarlet Feet and the King was limited, and in fact their patience lasted only two years, and by the time they reached their fifth year, they were all exhausted. If Mo Shi wanted to write down his life in the future, he would hardly want to write about the impact of this time on him. It was a tough time. Far more than hunger and cold can describe.

He tore at himself and those who trusted him—

Of course, he also thinks: Is it necessary to control the river, is it necessary to remove the flood?

Apparently not.

Apparently not. They did the same during the long years when floods erupted regularly and killed hundreds of people from time to time.

But no. Can't stop.

Even if the river itself is unnecessary, he cannot stop, and if it does, it means that his identity is false, and it means that he is not an apostle who listens to the oracle. Therefore, even if he forced the poor little viscount to kneel and cry before his master for more support, even if he saw the common people who believed in him drown in the water as the was broken...... He didn't stop.

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