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The "Heavenly Punishment" has brought countless sufferings to snowwalkers, but the most cruel thing is its relentless hindrance to the diversity of snowwalkers' livelihoods, such as the extremely important one:

-- Marine resources are completely scarce.

The coastline is the boundary of this "heavenly punishment" technique, and Mo Shi has already experienced its power firsthand.

It does not allow anyone to leave this barren land, even if it is just standing between the waves and the sand, and it will be punished with broken bones.

Without the ocean, it can be said that snowwalker society has lost more than half of the possibility of development.

Fisheries are the basic survival, and maritime commerce is an opportunity for development, and both are lost.

When Mo Shi pondered this, he was deeply puzzled by the psychology of the practitioner of this technique—what was behind this merciless punishment, rough norms, and cruel taste. He vowed that he would find out the truth one day.

But for the moment, Mo Shi knows exactly what he is working for.

He needed to gain more, more strength so that one day he could break down this barrier. Only in this way can snowwalkers be truly developed.

But—

Thinking of this, he began to wonder.

But why develop?

If the progress of events such as governing a river, widening a means of obtaining food, and promoting the optimization of a type of political approach is enough to bring Moshi back to a great deal of magical skills and memories, what can be the force that compels him to continue to advance civilization?

Is it the sense of responsibility as a "guide"? Is it the instruction imprinted in the depths of this body? Is it the instinct of being human?

Fortunately, it wasn't time for him to think about it.

Now that he had gotten permission to roam the territory of the Scarlet Feet—of course, Mo Shi doubted that in such a backward era, a lord's permission would not be realized. He does need a lot of field work anyway, and it's better to have a letter of permission from a local host than nothing.

He continued downstream along the Mutter River.

Moshi left some of his servants in Kiryu City, and the Duke promised to let them serve in the castle for the time being and move into the lower room. Although this may not be a problem for the Duke and Earl of Scarletfoot, Moser was grateful for it—if he had to spend the effort to place his servants, he might not be able to do it for ten days and half a month, and he really didn't want to continue his journey with too many people.

As usual, he asked Duna, Nagao, and the various servants for their opinions, and let them choose whether or not they wanted to follow him around the Scarlet Feet.

And they, like other low-level civilians, have a hard time coping with this inexplicable and meaningless choice given by their masters, and they stand there in a daze. In the end, only Duna and Nagao happily offered to accompany them, while the others accompanied and otherwise the two of them discussed and concluded.

This, of course, is another example of Moshi's immaturity.

Duna is used to this, but Nagao still sighs and rolls her eyes uncomfortably every time she encounters this "abnormality".

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The "good" thing about feudal society is that when Mo Shi himself joined the upper class society and became a member of the Great Heyar, what he got was a lot of convenience and social resources, as well as the blind respect and trust of many low-level commoners.

That being said, things didn't go well either.

After visiting one settlement after another, he had to admit that this was a submissive, hard-working (and unenterprising, scarcity-minded) race that dealt with the flood by going far and never trying to conquer it.

First, their level of understanding of agriculture was too low to realize the importance of the lower plains for agricultural development, secondly, the primitive and crude tax laws of the kingdom, which required them to pay crops and wild beasts, and they did not want to seriously study plant cultivation, and they accepted the existence of "gods" and believed that they were born to suffer.

In fact, all the conversation eventually winds back to God and "original sin."

Then the snowwalkers will spread out their hands, look helpless, and recite the name of the Lord of the Empty Wheel, and perhaps shed a few more tears. The wolf part of them is worn down to a pitiful loss.

Whenever this happens, Mo Shi's irritability suddenly rises to an almost unbearable level.

Moshi summoned the knowledge in his head.

He does have one or two templates for dealing with large-scale floods, from the "distant" earth - because of his own background, the story of the ancients who resisted the flood he knew originally came from the Yellow River, from the "Dayu to control the water", from the Yangtze River, and from the peoples on the land of China.

Humans, or Chinese alone, are very different from snowwalkers.

The people born of that agrarian civilization also believed that man would win the day, and always did not hesitate to use countless bones to pile up future success. When their civilization was still very primitive, they had already begun to centralize power, and used this authority to transform the land and obtain a better living environment. When human civilization advanced, they encountered several world wars, and at that time, they also relied on this sincere pursuit of this worldly life, leaving behind the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and effectively preserving the continuation of the nation.

They don't believe in God, and they can't believe in the kind of God who will inflict pain on people at will.

- The civilization that Mo Shi was born of, understood and absorbed is completely different from this place.

Mo Shi and the village patriarch sitting opposite him paddled the empty wheel on his chest, and at the same time regained the complicated flow of thought.

He knew what he had to do.

Since they were willing to cling to the barren tundra for a thousand years for the sake of a legend about a god, perhaps they would also be willing to sacrifice for a small miracle.

Mo Shi slowly contemplated his outer identity.

It is said that the inhabitants of the southern parts of the country are generally more conservative and religious than those of the north, and Moshi hopes that this will be beneficial to him.

I also hope that the old man, St. Thouan, will forgive him for his blasphemy.

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Legends about an astrologer from the north (or west) spread at once along the lower reaches of the Mut River in the territory of Scarlet Footfoot.

When describing him, one does not forget to state the premise that "he came from the center, a peripheral priest sent by the Platinum Temple, a man of the care of the high priest." He had seen God by the sea and heard the voice of the Lord. He said that God had sent him to earth to work the earth. ”

Then they gave examples to prove that what was said was true—

"He knows magic. As we all know, magic is a gift from God to those he loves. But the astrologer's magic was more like a miracle than a spell! It is said that no snowflake could fall on him, and that when he walked in the wilderness, the plants and trees would make way for him, and that there were disrespectful people who said that he was an evil spirit, and wanted to catch him, but his hands were on fire......

"He's come to a village, the one in the north-west col, and by the way, does your aunt live there? Then you can visit her when you have time!

"The day before yesterday, the astrologer rested in that village. They said that he looked different from ordinary people, that he was as black as the night, that his body was as light as a bird, but that his eyes and fingertips shone brightly, and that he did not wear perfume, but his smell was very faint, and that he was as undisguised as a child.

"The village had been hit by a snowstorm that covered almost half of the houses and roads with snow falling from the mountains, leaving many women and children trapped inside. But when the astrologer went to check, he waved his finger and the thick snow melted into water. He picked up the children who were shivering from the cold, and did not mind tears and snot staining his beautiful clothes, which were worth a thousand gold, as if he were not a noble Heyal......"

It was as if he was just a humanoid being.

It was as if he had been reshaped and created by God, and had nothing to do with this world—the apostle.

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