After coming out of the cell, Song Lan chatted with the newly appointed young warden for a while, and remembered Mr. Henry, who died suddenly of myocardial infarction.

Mr. Henry, during his lifetime...... It doesn't seem to be a decent person.

If the news reached the oasis, not only would no one remember him, but people would put up lights and hang calligraphy and paintings with the words "Good Death" in their bedrooms, and what they had to do now was to let the people of the oasis not have to hide them, and they could post them on the streets without fear of reprisals from the brotherhood.

This was Mr. Henry's life.

Even the dogs of Rila City couldn't help but celebrate when they found out he was dead.

Nothingness has a dream that one day, the people of the Oasis will never be harmed by the Brotherhood again, and they will be able to live an upright life in the land where they were born and raised.

Although the Void didn't know that he had such a dream, Song Lan believed that with the other party's ideological consciousness, he should soon be able to realize this, and mobilize the Chamber of Commerce to completely drive the Brotherhood out of this country.

After some conversation, the young warden gained a new understanding of humanity.

First, there is a 72.9% chance that a person who commits many injustices will suffer from serious heart disease.

Second, the Brotherhood members will be imprisoned until the day when the townspeople forgive them, before which they will have to reflect on what they have done in a dark cell.

Third, for those prisoners who have a good attitude of admitting their mistakes and are actively reforming, they can add a braised chicken leg to their lunch the next day as appropriate, and those with a bad attitude will have their lunch deducted.

Lao Xu, who was an observer, found that there was a serious loophole in this.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the prison gate, he asked the question he had discovered, "You said before that your ability to give life directly is different, and you are returning their life to the state before they met the Brotherhood, which means that their memories are also going backwards. ”

"Hmm."

Song Lan was noncommittal.

"And since they've never met the Brotherhood, how can they be forgiven?"

The residents of Sandstone Town didn't even know about the prison's existence, so they wouldn't have sent someone to the Great Sage...... The dwarven musketeers express that they have forgiven the Brotherhood.

In other words, Jack Roman and his comrades will probably never be able to leave that prison again.

Life imprisonment.

And there is no mechanism for commuting sentences, and this life is accompanied by darkness until the day of death.

Nothingness felt that this was probably a crueler punishment than killing them outright - in a country that would never be discovered by anyone else, forgotten by the whole world and eventually rotting away.

"You didn't intend to let them go from the beginning."

"Hmm."

Song Lan nodded lightly again, confirming the conjecture in the heart of Nothingness.

He followed behind Song Lan and couldn't say a word for a long time.

The nature of the country is easy to change, so many years have passed, the essence of this person has not changed, don't look at this guy who is lazy and easy to talk all day long, but once there is a conflict, he is also the kind of person who does not do two things.

At most, he will have a nice chat with you before he kills you, and a few words of friendship with you after he finishes you, just as he did with Mr. Henry.

"Old Void, don't think about them, today is the first day of the establishment of the Ozor-Nibroth Kingdom, and it's a good day."

Song Lan reminded Nothingness, "Next, we are going to visit the History Museum located in the capital. ”

This is their last stop in this kingdom.

The war between the rebels and the Brotherhood has been fully fought, and they must return to the front lines as soon as possible.

Under the guidance of the Death Crab guide, a magnificent museum with several times the size of the museum was presented to them, standing in front of the museum is the statue of the Great Sage, the first ruler of Orzor Niblos.

The Great Sage attached great importance to the visit of the two and waited outside the door of the History Museum early.

After coming to the museum, Song Lan found that the problems here were much more difficult than he imagined.

The enlargement of the museum's space means that the feeling of emptiness is also increased several times.

Upon entering, all the display cases were empty, and the only exhibit was the "Frost Sorrow +15" that was prominently placed in the most prominent position, and the artifact introduction board was ready, with three versions of the introduction in the human language, the Death Crab language, and the swarm language.

Legend has it that this ancient and powerful artifact was given to the tribe by the gods themselves, which means that they are a race blessed by the gods.

Nothingness looks very closely.

If you put aside the spiritual energy that haunts the artifact, you can find that the true face of the artifact is an umbrella.

There are ordinary models sold in major supermarkets, and the price should not exceed 15 watts.

This reassured him a lot, everyone donated artifacts to the History Museum, but what Song Lan donated was a cool weapon that was enough to destroy the world, and he donated a lighter, right?

Otherwise, if such a thing is seen by later visitors, he will definitely be flattened.

Before the donation, Nothingness had also done the same tricks for the lighter, and when he handed the lighter to the Great Sage himself, the red flames hung over the lighter - before that, he had never tried to use psionic energy purely as an ornament.

Song Lan was always able to figure out some ways to use spiritual energy that made his eyes dark.

Home-based psychic people.

Suddenly, a new branch of the profession popped into his mind.

"Coupled with this raw frying that will never rot, the History Museum has three artifact-level exhibits, which is a fairly high-level exhibition even in the world."

Song Lan participated in the warehousing ceremony of the exhibits presided over by the Great Sage, and the new three-language billboard will be made soon, which fully demonstrates that the Death Crab Clan is a diverse ethnic group that is in line with the world.

The applause lasted for a minute, and then the two and the Grim Reaper Crabs fell into an awkward silence as they looked at the empty pavilion.

Based on his years of travel, Nothingness reminded, "If this museum wants to sell tickets, it should be reported as a fraud." ”

As soon as you enter the door, after seeing the three exhibits, there is only an empty display case left, and the visit will end in about 2 minutes.

"It's because you're looking at things from a very limited perspective."

Song Lan waved her hand and said, "Compared with when the museum first opened, the number of artifacts on display has increased by 200%, do you know what the concept of 200% is?" ”

You can go to any historical museum in the world and ask the curator how huge it would be to have them increase the number of existing exhibits by 200%, and the Grim Reaper Crabs did it in just one day.

This is a testament to the potential of this pavilion, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the future is promising.

"Did you ever work in the statistics department?"

'Nothingness' looked at Song Lan's eyes and was suddenly full of doubt.

There is such a group of people everywhere.

Their daily job is to quantify serious social problems in numbers, and then use their rich experience to tell you that things are not as serious as you think.

It's all trivial.

All is well, the world is peaceful.

"Nope."

Song Lan shook her head, "I gave some suggestions to the supervisor on the issue of crime rate statistics before, but after being ordered to stay away from the statistics department, I will stay away from the statistics department for a long time. ”

"You should stay away from them."

Nothingness very much agrees with Lu Xiang's decision.

Worthy of being their old friend, even though his strength and memory became blurred, he still instinctively remembered Song Lan's harmfulness.

He felt that the seventeenth district was thriving day by day, thanks to Lu Xiang in charge, otherwise, with Song Lan's characteristics, it would definitely not be long before he could start from the law enforcement department, and he would be in a miasma from top to bottom.

"We can only help you get here, after all, Orrow-Nibros is your kingdom, and the history displayed here should be created by you."

Song Lan was limited by her height, so she could only pat the crab leg of the great sage like a load-bearing pillar seriously.

"But how do we make our own history?"

The great sage felt the meaning of parting from it and was reluctant.

This day is a day of great significance for the Crab of Death.

With the arrival of the two men, they are no longer just lurking in the deep sands, but truly have their own kingdom, isolated from the world, but with a land as vast as the outside world waiting to be explored.

Not only that, but the swarm has sent many scholars to impart knowledge to them, teaching them knowledge that they have never touched.

The spark of civilization is being nurtured in this land, and what they have to do is to make this spark given to them by the gods themselves blossom and bear fruit.

"Remember the name of this place, the Museum of History, the purpose of its existence is to record anything that is meaningful to you, it is up to you and your people to decide."

"Anything that is meaningful to us ......"

The great sage's eyes were like torches, but he also seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

It's too hard to comprehend all of this in a short period of time, but it's good that it still has plenty of time to learn, and the title of the first ruler of Orrow-Nyblos has given it more momentum than ever.

This is just the beginning, and it is necessary to move on.

Before saying goodbye, the Great Sage said sincerely to the two of them, "The next time you come here, I promise that the History Museum will no longer be empty. ”

That's its promise.

It is a promise to the gods and the eternal friends of the race.

By the time the two of them left the kingdom of the Death Crab, the sky in the oasis had turned white.

It's been a long day, and Song Lan hasn't closed her eyes for a moment since she woke up in the morning.

After the two left, the Great Sage fulfilled his promise.

Before dawn came, he added a new exhibit to the History Museum:

"Mr. Henry—The Man with Myocardial Infarction".

His presence is of great significance to the Death Crab Race.

They recorded Mr. Henry's deeds in three different languages, and even if he were to be dried in the museum and turned into a skeleton one day, the Grim Reaper Crabs would remember him.

It was Mr. Henry who made them understand the horror of heart disease, and also spurred generations of Death Crab young people to embark on the road of medical exploration.

……

One day is enough time to turn the already undercurrent oasis upside down.

Compared to the last time I arrived in the city of Root, the whole city was quiet, the streets were sparsely populated, and when dawn came, the people who were singing and dancing were gone, every house was closed with doors and windows, and the people who had a little trick had already packed their belongings and hired buses to rush out in all directions.

They had a hunch that this would be a war of a larger scale and a larger number of people than the war of encirclement and suppression.

Today, there are dozens of rebels in the oasis with more than 10 million bounties, and their leaders are even more notorious, almost every one of them bears the reputation of subverting the country.

And now they are targeting the real rulers of the country - the Brotherhood.

The Oasis Peace Company, under the name of the Brotherhood, also launched their operation.

They strategically withdrew their men from major cities such as the lira, and border cities with a small rebel presence became their main positions.

Perhaps because of the sand that has been stained along the way, Song Lan and "Nothingness" have also become the targets of the Oasis Peace Company.

The two had barely walked a few steps into the city when the leaflets were handed out to them.

The girls who sent the leaflets were wearing tight-fitting nun clothes, wrapping their bodies tightly while revealing their graceful curves, Song Lan secretly observed for a moment, and found that the Oasis Peace Company distributed leaflets were all beautiful nuns, they were full of kind smiles, and they could bring a touch of warmth to people in this troubled world.

The children couldn't stand it at all when they saw this battle.

The above is Song Lan's evaluation of the strategy of Oasis Peace Company.

While they were standing in the street, they saw several young men of the city of Lut, who had wanted to leave, bowed down to the attack of the sister nun, and ran to the meeting point they had called with leaflets in their hands.

In addition to the beauty offensive, the Oasis Peace Company also showed enough sincerity - they prepared an abundance of supplies for the people at the assembly point, which they would have enough to protect themselves even if war came.

And if you are now conscripted into the army to defend the safety of the oasis, you will receive the highest level of preferential treatment in the company.

"Old Xu, do you see any doorway?"

"Well, you just kept your eyes on the nun for 13 seconds."

？

Under Song Lan's puzzled gaze, Nothingness patted Song Lan's shoulder, and with a look of "give it to me", he said, "You like tight nun clothes, don't you?" It's okay if I'm embarrassed to speak, I'll go and tell Lao Lu that the clothing company under the name of the Chamber of Commerce can tailor all the styles you want for you. ”

There have been a lot of people who have been sick recently, and it seems that the third wave of the sun is coming, so readers should pay great attention to protection and stay away from the virus.

The small theater of its two hundred and seventy-four:

Wednesday of a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, in the morning

Lu Xiang recently discovered that since she brought the baby home, Night Heron has been around the crib every day, and she was worried that this might cause jealousy among the children, but Night Heron was ready to be an older sister.

She holds a fairy tale book every day and tells fairy tales to her little baby like a decent.

"In the end, the prince and princess ate the wicked witch and lived happily ever after."

“…… Night Heron, you wait. ”

Lu Xiang stepped forward.

How does this story sound wrong?

What kind of fairy tale would make the princess and prince eat the witch?

The baby's eyes are also spinning, trying to absorb the new knowledge he has heard.

"This is "Night Heron Fairy Tale", I asked Sister Zhuang Chi to help customize it."

Night Heron flipped to one of the pages of the fairy tale book, "The witch's food level is 20, which is a rare delicacy. ”

"Witch, gourmet!"

The baby's eyes were crescent-shaped, and he babbled and clapped his hands.

"You remember, witches can't eat it."

Lu Xiang took a deep breath and touched the baby's head, the baby tilted his head ignorantly, looked at her for a long time, and asked in a milky voice, "Then, what about the doorman Uncle Li?" ”

"Night Heron!"

Lu Xiang grabbed the night heron who was about to slip away, "What did you teach her!" ”

(End of chapter)