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When the flood came as Mo Shi wished, Mo Shi took Long Tail and Duna and returned to his fiefdom of the Luoxing Mountain Range lightly.

He didn't inform anyone of the Scarlet Feet family of his departure, except that since Mo Shi's "miracles" and words were announced, the Scarlet Feet family assigned a retainer to follow Mo Shi and his party, in the name of help, but in fact for surveillance. Telling him is tantamount to telling Scarlet.

However, he and Mo Shi got along very well.

It was a viscount without a fief, and he was very young, and he was easily attracted by Mo Shi's spells, and was convinced that Mo Shi was the apostle of the new generation. Nagao calls him "Little Viscount" and often jokes with him.

Mo Shi told the little viscount that he had to go back to the center.

Mo Shi told him that it was the gods who instructed him to return to the north.

"My Lord has not given me inexhaustible strength, but what he needs is for everyone to save themselves. ”

Their feet were soaked in mud as they said this. The young man looked at him disappointed and confused.

So Mo Shi retracted the detached posture he had made up, and said helplessly: "I am the king's astrologer, and I have my own mundane responsibilities. And since Scarlet Feet doesn't welcome me to continue my travels in this land...... Of course I should go back to where I belonged. ”

"But right now—this year is clearly a year of disaster, and the floods are coming, and the Scarlet Feet will be willing to support you in repairing the river! I'm about to go to see the Duke and the Earl......"

"Maybe when your petition is accepted, it's not too late to visit me. You know, if people really need me, I'm going to come. Mo Shi said earnestly. He shook the Viscount's hands and blessed him with an empty wheel.

"That'...... That seems to be the only way to go, my lord. May God bless us. ”

"May God bless you, child. ”

So Mo Shi went north and left.

Mo Shi's other servants, as well as a large number of drawings and some small models, remained in Qiliu City, so he would inevitably return to the Southlands. In fact, this was not only for the little viscount, but also somewhat for the longtail to feel at ease - at least Mo Shi was definitely not planning to do anything unreasonable, and he would definitely have a good reason to return to the center.

Compared to the southland, the Falling Star Mountains, which are still in the central zone, have not received much rain, and only one village has been affected by landslides since the beginning of the rainy season.

When Moshi returned to Chipping City, the inhabitants of various places along the way continued to live as usual, mining ore and catching prey.

Opal Zirconium, as the de facto administrator of the city, greets them outside the city.

Raven had already delivered news to him in the rain, so he waited here early.

Waiting for the feathering apostle to return home.

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There were quite a few people standing in this field waiting, which made Mo Shi slightly surprised.

Men dressed in fine costumes stand still or whisper in the rain.

Mo Shi quickly understood—most of the retainers left behind by Goldmane were now under the command of the so-called Earl of Nightlight. They came to welcome their masters, and it was necessary courtesy. And it must be a request from Opal Ferry Zirconium.

This year, Moshi traveled along the banks of the river in the Southlands, and Opal experienced an undercurrent of war in this chipping city.

Mo Shi could see the change in the young man's face, the serenity and persistence he once held in the Spinel Academy were no longer distinct, and his eyebrows and eyes were stretched by the conscious control of his master, maintaining an indifferent and transcendent expression.

"Lord Earl. When the carriage stopped, Opal hurried forward.

When the opal saluted, the retainers behind him also bowed.

"You and those gentlemen look like you're really ...... Embarrassed?" As he was hugged by a drenched opal, Moshi muttered in his native language, "I forgot to put the invention umbrella on my agenda." ”

"You are not fit to travel. You're nothing compared to the last time we met. Opal hugged him, and quickly made such an assessment, and then he raised his voice, "You are at last here, Lord Earl, and allow us to take care of you." ”

"It's a pity that I'm nowhere near where I can rest. Mo Shi sighed under his breath.

Then he mustered up a smile and raised his hand to paddle the empty wheel in the air.

"Thank you and apologize for my own dereliction of duty. May God bless our land. ”

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Later in the evening, Moshi was finally able to sit down and rest in a warm, dry room.

"I'm guessing you'll be curious to know what I've done in the South. Moser sat sleepily on a fur-covered chaise longue and watched Opal walk around in sight, putting books back on the shelves and sweeping the dust from the fireplace—a very student-like gesture that made Moser feel like he was back in the tiny room of the spinel college dormitory.

"I do want to know," Opal replied, "after all, there aren't many letters that ravens can carry, and you don't even want to write a few more words." ”

"I'm busy and tired," Moshi explained, "just ask Duna." Sometimes I couldn't lift my hand, so I had to ask her to help me write and transcribe letters. ”

"Of course I've heard the rumors of the 'Apostle on the banks of the Mutter,' Moshi. I'm glad you're starting to accept who you are? Should I say that?"

"No, and don't say that. Mo Shi sighed again, "I'm not sure if the gods want me to do this. ”

He would hardly hesitate to touch this lie now.

His brain cleverly alternated the "Lord of the Empty Wheel" with the "Ark" to the point that he didn't even think he was lying.

"They're exaggerating, far more brilliant than the letters you send, and I like to invite the bards here to tell the story, and voila—I've recorded some memorable moments. ”

As he spoke, Opal walked over to the huge desk and expertly pulled open a drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Mo Shi could tell from his light movements that he had adapted to this place and the work here. This is the workplace of the opal, and it is the opal's fingertips, not the mosher's.

"Listen to this. Opal coughed, and then said, "When the sorcerer with the branch of the sacred tree came to the village, the people speculated whether he was an evil demon or an oracle. He had an empty wheel hanging on his chest, and the elders invited him into the house, and he recited the name of the Lord, and the trembling villagers invited him to eat and drink. After the night had passed, the next morning, the oracle thanked the villagers and offered to help them......"

Mo Shi covered his eyes.

"It's a set storytelling style now, Moshi," Opal teased with a laugh, "but seriously, it's a great bedtime story for kids, they'll love you." But—"

Opal's teasing tone was put away.

Mo Shi knew what he would say.

"But I've heard of a flood in the Mut River, and perhaps the children you rescued will also die in the flood. I thought you'd be at least staying in the Southlands until the end of the rainy season. ”

"I wasn't strong enough to deal with the floods. How many people can I save?"

Opal sat down on the carpet in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "Of course, you are right, you can't save everyone." It's just that I thought you would do your best to save everyone you could. After all, you would 'forgive' people like me, wouldn't you?"

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