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The name of the "little viscount" is Curno Spotted Bear.

In the northern country, this refers to a species of giant bear with grayish-white spots on its body.

Regardless of the word "bear" in his surname, he is a small, round-faced young man with a childlike face.

At first he behaved in a serious and earnest manner, as if he was bent on pleasing the Scarlet-Footed Earl who had ordered him to come to Moshi's side to "supervise", a retainer of the young Hhyal who was a standard-fitting retainer - but he was too naïve on his inside, and quickly succumbed to Moshi's "miracles" and words full of false oracles.

Soon, like the commoners of the villages and towns who had received Moshi's help, he followed Moshi with religious fervor.

Nagao likes to make fun of him, and he is indeed brainless, good-tempered, and suitable for relieving boredom.

Mo Shi admits that he didn't pay attention to this young man at first, and when Nagao kept teasing him with slang words, Mo Shi just sat next to him and smiled. Usually Mo Shi does not speak, he does not speak unless necessary, and when he does, he does not depart from the gods and miracles - this is the image he has created. And in general, Nagao is responsible for all the everyday language, so that there is no cold silence around Moshi.

In this way, the little viscount, who is an "outsider", is naturally the target of amusement.

But he still followed them very carefully, and walked with them through the forests, the wilderness, and the hills, and the ravens he kept were a flock of southerners, very small, and he carried a cage with him.

Once they climbed over a forest and passed a steep canyon. The little viscount's birdcage fell to the ground, and the female raven inside twisted her neck. And then he didn't seem sorry, and it seemed that he no longer maintained communication with Scarlet Foot for a long time.

But again, the circle around Mo Shi does not include him in the category of his own people. So for a long time he always pitifully followed them with his two servants.

In the winter of that year, the old servant of the little viscount fell ill, and he dismounted and hurried, leaving the manservant to rest on his horse. Mo Shi found him crying as he walked, tears hanging on his chin and condensing into ice slag, and because of the illness of his personal valet, he had not trimmed his face for several days, and he looked embarrassed.

So Moshi offered to rest for a while, and let the servant rest in his carriage.

Although the servant eventually fell ill and died, the little viscount's gratitude and reverence for him grew, and he joined the small circle around Moshi, who occasionally chatted with him and called him by his first name.

Mo Shi did have the wrong feeling that he was "giving alms" and was happy because he was standing on the highest ground of morality. It was the feeling he felt towards everyone around him at the time, and it was the feeling he wanted to get used to.

Later, when I thought about it, the little viscount could almost call it "everything" for Moshi and his water conservancy business.

By the sixth year of river control, the commoners who had followed Moshi through the river were not only required to mine stones, make brick walls, and carry out a series of heavy water conservancy tasks, but also hunt and gather for food and clothing, as Scarlet Feet and the king's support were greatly reduced.

At that time, the little viscount returned to his fiefdom (and the only time he had returned to the family house since following Moshi), took out all his savings, sold the family jewelry that had been passed down for generations, and even sold all the horses and servants, leaving only what was necessary.

From that moment on, he had nothing, and he used the annual salary that Scarlet Foot had given to his retainer to buy tools for digging rocks.

He helped manage the laborers from the central and various lords' fiefdoms, as well as those who followed Moshi because of their faith. Later, when Mo Shi's proposition was gradually not accepted, and some of the great lords even drove them away, not allowing them to survey and change the river, and they refused to receive Mo Shi, the little viscount acted as a messenger for him to deliver messages and try to mediate.

Some of the Hyaars were paranoid and closed-minded, calling Moshi evil spirits, and once Moshi's spells were cast, they were seen as a terrible threat and an evil that turned away from the gods, and they believed that if Moshi changed the river, a natural disaster would befall them.

During a clash with the local lord's guards, the little viscount was blinded in one eye by a stone.

"If I had more strength......"

Mo Shi reached out and gently touched the dusty bandage around his face, and around him sat a silent wounded, and he could not perform any miracle of "healing the wounded". He used so much magic to move sand and stone and forge walls of ice in his river bends that he couldn't weave even a defensive spell to protect himself when the blades met.

He failed to protect anyone, not even Duna stood in front of him to fend him off the storm of the riot.

"Don't say that, sir. For you, both of my eyes can be consecrated. The little viscount stared at him firmly, with that one-eyed. His words were stupid, but they were heartfelt and moving.

Longtail slumped down on the grass behind him, sighing and shaking his head.

"I don't need your two eyes—if you can't see it, how can you follow the master? you're not afraid to slip into the river, and the master is afraid of you." Nagao was also injured and exhausted, but still had the strength to tease him.

"Ahh......h That's right, too. ”

"God will bless you. Mo Shi whispered.

People are leaving, but there are still people who want to believe.

So he can continue to persevere.

The little viscount died in the spring of the eighth year, when the Mut River was connected to three rivers and five great lakes, and the rocks were filled in the appropriate gorge area to slow down the water, which should have been able to withstand the sudden increase in water after the snowmelt festival, according to Mos's calculations.

Only the last levee in the downstream strip was, according to the messenger of the Scarlet Feet, where it had burst.

It stands to reason that the maintenance of water conservancy facilities should no longer be counted in the scope of Mo Shi's task, but Mo Shi also knows that if he does not want to do it, it means that the dam will not be repaired and will eventually lose its regulating effect. He could imagine the result of the prevarication, and they would say, "It seems that Moshi Yeyao is really just talking big words, and it has cost countless labor and financial resources, and the Mut River is still flowing", without caring whether their efforts are up to par.

Mo Shi rushed back downstream before the arrival of the spring flood and made emergency repairs within three to five days.

In those days, there were less than thirty people who still followed Mo Shi, those who left, and those who died. Moshi himself used his shifting magic to carry the masonry, and the little viscount rolled up his trouser legs and went down into the bitter cold water to reinforce the embankment.

Day and night, it still can't keep up with the speed of melting snow and ice under the spring sun.

Mo Shi made a mistake and miscalculated the timing of the spring flood. Spring came unusually early that year.

As the first wave of icy melt snow came, the unstable masonry crumbled and rolled down, and a large stream of water rushed to the breach.

The rushing waves were mixed with gravel and dead wood.

Moshi tried to save the workers who didn't have time to escape, maybe God could save all the people he wanted to save, but Moshi was not God.

The little viscount was knocked unconscious by the pressure of the water, and by the time the salvage came up, he was no longer breathing.

His little fiefdom and his little castle were no longer inherited. And it was already empty.

God didn't bless him, and neither did Moshi.