The hunting season begins in autumn, when the moss begins to turn yellow, and the hunt continues until the first snowflakes fall.

Without cultivation and animal husbandry, only with such intense hunting as the present can we ensure that the people will not starve to death in winter.

It's a race for survival, not entertainment.

However, no matter how busy he was hunting, Von Gues would still lead the crowd to worship in the direction of the tree every morning.

On this morning, as usual, the crowd gathered at Vongers' temporary residence to complete their ritual worship and then begin a new day of hunting.

Vongers has been waiting here for a long time, and he has never slackened on this matter.

Just when everyone thought that today would be the same as usual, Vongers looked at the crowd, and then said slowly:

"Muller, today you will replace me and lead everyone to worship."

Vongers didn't speak loudly, but it was like mixing oil into a pot, causing an uproar among everyone present.

Vongers has led the community for more than forty years, and in all that forty years of his life, he has not once had a substitute for worship.

In decades of perseverance, leading the people to worship has been given more symbolic meaning, it symbolizes royal power, symbolizes the leadership of the ethnic group.

However, today Vongers asked Müller to replace him, which cannot but make others think more.

At this time, the boss was the first to stand up.

"Father, if you want someone to lead the worship, then you might as well let me, the eldest son, come."

Then, the second child also jumped out.

"Yes, father, it is better to choose someone who has more prestige in the family.

The bruises on my eldest brother's face are still there, which really undermines his majesty, and I think I am the more suitable person. ”

"Father, look at me......"

"I, I'm more ......"

For a while, all the people in the Vongers family stood up, and Mao Sui introduced himself endlessly, and the good daily worship turned into a chaotic bazaar.

"Enough!"

The sound mixed with the elemental force was like rolling thunder, directly suppressing all the noise present.

Looking at Vongas, who was not angry and arrogant, everyone present was silent, not daring to say another word.

Although Von Gues is old, no one dares to underestimate this king.

Even if in the process of reproduction, the archaea in his body were shunted into the body of the offspring, but the number of archaea in his own body was still the largest.

Even now, he is still the strongest in the family.

Vongues scanned his eleven children like a lion king patrolling his territory, each of the children who met his eyes bowed their heads unconsciously.

"I'm not old enough to need someone to teach me how to do things, I'm your father and your king, after I make a decision, all you need to do is accept, understand."

Looking at the silent crowd, Vongers turned his gaze back to Müller.

"Come on, Muller, I said you would lead the worship in my place today."

Seeing that his father had made up his mind, Muller could only come to the front of the crowd with a gaze like a thorn in his back.

Although he was a little nervous in his heart, he had never eaten pork but had seen pigs go, and he had participated in worshipping since he was a child, and the process had long been familiar to him.

In this way, under the auspices of his full name, the sacrifice of this day was successfully completed.

After that, the others left the scene angrily, and Müller came to Vonger's side with trepidation.

He wanted to be sure of the other party's intentions, but he didn't know how to say it.

On the other side, Vongers looked at Müller, who was about to speak, and had already guessed what was going on in his mind.

"If you want to ask me about my purpose of letting you worship in your place, then I can tell you directly that I am going to choose you as my heir."

Vongers's directness caught Müller a little off guard, and he stammered:

"Father, father, why am I, you obviously have a better choice."

Hearing this, Von Gues did not answer this question directly, but asked rhetorically:

"Muller, where do you think the king's power comes from?"

"Clansmen, talents, bloodlines, strength, and other factors, different people have different judgments.

And there is only one answer in my heart, and that is the Lord! ”

"We are the first life created by the Creator, the Golden People with the golden veins of the Tree of Life.

Without the Lord, there would be no one of us, and it was the Lord who chose me to be king, not other factors that made me who I am. ”

Speaking of which, Vongers gave Müller a deep look.

"It is not you, nor me, who can decide who will be king, but the Creator.

Just as the Lord chose me to lead the race, now the Lord has chosen you.

Muller, this is what was predestined when the Lord summoned you, and you should accept this arrangement with ease. ”

Seeing Vongers explain the reason, Muller was suddenly relieved, but when he thought of the remaining brothers and sisters who were not convinced, his heart became extremely entangled.

"But, the eldest brother and the second brother ...... there."

On the other side, Vongers didn't let him finish his words, and directly interrupted strongly:

"As I have said before, the king's right comes from the Creator.

As a king, you are accountable to the Lord and no one else, and since it is the Lord's will, you just have to obey it. ”

"Besides, as my successor, I will not sit idly by.

Muller, you can stay with me, and I will spend the rest of the time teaching you how to be a king.

Don't worry about your brothers for the time being, as long as I have me, they won't be able to turn the sky. ”

…………

It turns out that the name of the god king of Vongues is not called in vain, and with him escorting Müller, even if the other heirs are not convinced, they dare not show their teeth in front of him.

In this way, Müller followed Vongers and began his journey of learning how to become a king.

Spring went to winter, and seven years passed quickly.

During this time, Vongers devoted himself to mentoring and at the same time fully delegated authority, leaving to Müller what was needed to be done.

The alternation of rights is changing little by little in a subtle way, and even if the other heirs are unwilling, they are helpless.

And as time passed, Vongers's age was gradually approaching its limit.

On this day, Müller wanted to report to his father as usual, but Vongers stopped him.

"Muller, from today you don't have to ask my opinion anymore, you will deal with everything independently as a king."

Mueller looked at his father, whose hair had turned gray and looked extremely old, and his nose unconsciously became a little sour.

In the first half of his life, he did not feel any fatherly love, and was relegated to the mediocrity of God, and it was impossible to say that he did not resent Vongers.

However, at the end of his life, Von Gues did everything in his power to make up for his shortcomings.

For Müller, that's enough.

At this time, Vongers stretched out his thin palm, touched Müller's face, and said with a look of relief:

"Don't feel sorry for me, I'm really happy to be able to pass on my experience to you.

I am not perfect as a king, and I have taken many detours.

With this experience of mine, though, you won't wrestle again where I fell. ”

"Muller, our family is called God by the world, and I hope that this title is not only derived from external forces, but also from the inner wisdom that is passed down from generation to generation, and I would like to call it divinity.

Child, inherit it well. ”