"I have a friend. For many years she could only do laundry and cook, but she sang well and looked good. ”

Clay smiled and looked at the silent young man sitting across from him.

Later, she sang in the Kingdom Theater in Resurrection City, and was liked by many people. Flowers were given to her every day. ”

"Everyone has their own gifts and talents, it's just a matter of finding a place to put them into use."

Mud looked at each other as he spoke.

The young man was dressed in a coat woven of palm leaves, he wore a torn straw hat on his head, he was between eighteen and twenty-five years old, his palms were broad and powerful, and his fingers were old wounds, which showed that he was a frequent laborer.

The young man had a hunting knife tied around his waist, a bag of animal skins, straw sandals on his feet, and many cracks and solidified mud on his toes and instep.

He didn't take a sip of the ale in front of him.

"You look strong and strong, and you might be fit to be an explorer, or a squire. Goblin merchants and Yao scholars are recruiting these two types of people for a long time. ”

"If you need it, I can introduce it to you."

"You know, that's what the fraternity does here, sending the right people to the right places, and it's mutually beneficial, and everybody makes a little bit of money. So if you decide to cooperate with us, we will also charge a commission after the completion of the transaction. ”

At this time, the young man finally spoke.

He spoke a rare jungle dialect, and the mud head had already prepared a sobering mint, which didn't sound like a problem.

"I am Zaha, the chief of the Temporal Tribes."

In a formal tone, the young chief said, "I am here on behalf of the Temporal Tribe, hoping to receive help from the Brotherhood, and if we can get help, we will be extremely grateful." ”

The mudheads had heard of the tribe, but only to the extent that they had heard of it.

The various ethnic groups in the Secret Art Country live scattered, and each group holds a secret art deterrent, and there is not much contact with each other. Many small tribes and groups, and the brotherhood may not deal with each other for hundreds of years.

"What kind of help do you want?" Mud asked.

"I want money."

There was no embarrassment on Chief Zaha's face, but a kind of fortitude and determination. It's as if he's ready to give everything and doesn't care about face and anything like that.

"There are fewer and fewer people in the Chronological Tribe, and everyone has fled because of various temptations from the outside world. The witch doctor also ran away, my sick child died, my brother died, and my wife was still sick. ”

The youth said, "I want money, and the tribe needs money." Only money can find a doctor and cure a disease. ”

"I know the Brotherhood, I know you, Brother Mudhead, I want you to give me money, I'm willing to exchange this for that."

The little brother standing behind the mud head moved his lips and furrowed his brows, but he still didn't speak.

Because what Zaha used to exchange money for was a dead branch.

The branch does not exhibit any mystical powers. Bunches of hair were wrapped around the branches, all knotted, looking like some kind of ancient spiritualist ritual vessels.

"This is the whip of the Chronological Tribe, the most precious treasure of the Tribe, which contains the strength and soul of generations of tribal warriors. I trade this for money. ”

According to Zaha, there are currently 15 people in their tribe, and 10 of them are sick. He went out hunting all year round, but he avoided the epidemic.

"Okay."

The mud head carefully took the whip: "Just use this treasure as collateral, count as borrowing money, and when you have money in the future, you can come and withdraw it at any time." Forget the interest, just make friends with you and the Temporal Tribe. ”

He got up and walked to the side of the cupboard, took out a stack of papers, and placed it in front of Zaha.

"This is a city bond, which is better used and circulated than gold. 2400 seashells, even if it is a physician of the Yao tribe, it is enough to invite your tribe to be treated. ”

Zaha grabbed the money and looked at it cautiously, his face showing a hesitation and crampedness that he hadn't seen before.

“……”

The mud guessed that most of the other party didn't know how to read, and then said, "Douzi will go with you to the doctor, he is familiar with the doctors here." ”

He looked at the younger brother behind him: "Go, take Chief Zaha to the friendship road on the other side of the temple, and try to find the Yao doctors, they are very experienced." ”

"Yes, big brother."

The little brother Douzi nodded and walked over to Zaha's side: "Mr. Chief, please follow me." ”

Before leaving, Zaha glanced at the whip with some reluctance.

……

The Brotherhood's shops are back to peace.

Clay puts the whip into a special box and sorts it with other collateral.

He grabbed a handful of melon seeds, took a cup of Chau Island tea, opened the latest "Ben Daily", and slowly snorted.

There were two eye-catching news items in the newspaper.

"The Last Dance of the Green Forest Dance Troupe Tour: Miss Tatar Picks a Lucky Audience Member for Dinner"

"Huge counterfeit drug case solved: Black Church officially restricted from entry"

These two pieces of news had already been heard before they were announced to the public.

After several major associations settled in the Resurrection Kingdom, they all interacted with each other, and were often invited to attend some events, and the Count of Sidal would also come to talk to understand the situation.

It is probably difficult for the natives on this side of the Resurrection Kingdom to imagine that the Green Forest is actually a fierce group full of savage and bloody atmosphere.

But here in the kingdom, they are the dancers of the dance troupe that people like to see.

Sidar's original suggestion was heeded by Green Forest.

Tatar, the salt maiden, brought people to the Kingdom of the Resurrection, and with the help of Sidar, she quickly gained the recognition of the theater and completed her first on-stage performance.

The clay was also invited to watch.

How so?

The unrestrained and lively dance of the salt girls is accompanied by cool and dazzling novel folk dresses. The ringing of bells on the wrists and ankles, the small drums beaten by the salt girls, and the natural vitality and young bodies of the forest girls make for a wonderful scenery that is hard to forget.

All they need is the removal of the bloody parts and the ritual of praying and chanting mantras, and the dance that has been practiced for many years alone is enough to keep the eyes struck.

The salt girls on the stage were enthusiastic, tirelessly spinning and dancing, and offstage they also showed a kind of innocence and cheerfulness that did not understand the world, and they were even more liked by the audience.

They soon became household names in the kingdom, touring the cities.

The Resurrection Kingdom tour will end in Resurrection City, where the Tatars will travel to distant Sand City, where they will continue to gain the affection and flowers of a new audience.

Today, Mud Head and Tatar have become familiar friends, and the two sides often meet, chat, and drink tea.

The direct cause lies in the special management of the brotherhood.

When he arrives in this strange kingdom, he discovers that there is a lack of a local civil organization that specializes in using the Esoteric Kingdom as a bridge.

After all, the Count of Sidal represents the official kingdom, and only has time to deal with some big problems, and some minority groups and associations have no way out if they run into trouble.

Clay Head thinks that the brother is a good fit for the role.

First, the Brotherhood is a local force in the Secret Art Country, and because it started as a farmer before, its reputation and credibility are not bad.

Second, the fraternity has a large number of people, and has always been good at finding out information, running errands, and uniting the group.

The brothers approved of the idea and let the mud go for it.

Now, the Harvest Brotherhood is more of an intermediary chamber in the Resurrection Kingdom.

The mud provided the merchants with the workers and guards they wanted, showed the way to those who had no labor but could not find the means to make money, and connected various organizations.

Some people need to recover their debts, some people need money urgently, and some people want to barter, they can go to the fraternity.

Most importantly, the Brotherhood has been working closely with the Resurrected Kingdom.

The Green Forest Dance Troupe is full of scenery, but it will also encounter trivial troubles, especially the base camp on the side of the Mystic Country. Because now the girls over there want to become dancers and join the dance troupe, and they are desperately practicing dance and musical instruments, and the local manpower is seriously insufficient, and their strength has dropped significantly.

The Brotherhood became the best partner of the Green Forest.

Even Tatar lamented at the mud head: "We look glamorous, but you are the ones who are really the best." Now the goblin merchants' guilds have a lot of requirements, and they have to dress according to their requirements, so that we can't even pick our noses, fart and lift our skirts in front of people...... Eh, it's even more tiring than bloodletting in the past. ”

She stepped on the chair with one foot, grabbed the bottle and grunted for a while, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a happy expression on her face.

"It's better to be here with you, you can drink as much as you want!"

"Come, if it's a brother, make a bottle with me."

“…… I'm going to talk about business in the afternoon, let's have tea. ”

"It's boring!"

……

When he came back to his senses, it occurred to him that he had to go tonight, and that the next time Tatar would come back would probably be ten years away.

Or dress up formally.

He put on a new white undershirt, a short leather jacket, a new pair of trousers and a belt, shaved with a knife, and washed his hair.

The person in the mirror was much more refreshed.

Nine years have passed, and the silent and wooden follower in Nitou's memory is as far away as when he was a child.

Now that he has become a big brother, he has begun to teach people to do things, and he dares to speak and speak out.

He speaks usefully, and many people will listen.

From time to time, the mud head will think of the iron feet, if it was he who left behind, then it is probably the iron feet standing here.

And Camilla, who has been remembered by her in the past, is the friend that Mud Head talked to Sheikh Zaha before, and she has also achieved great success in singing.

Camilla soon married a goblin merchant and stopped singing, and she settled in the Republic of the Two Serpent Merchants, where she lived a worry-free life with her husband.

Many people have found a new way of life in the resurrection Kingdom.

The same goes for the Black Sanctuary.

The mud head looked at the paper.

「…… Over the past five years, this criminal gang, code-named 'Mole', has sold and smuggled counterfeit medicines disguised as regular Yao potions, resulting in a large number of buyers losing their money and money......

"It has been verified that all 22 moles are registered members of the Black Templar. The Kingdom Investigation Team has officially settled in the Black Templar Headquarters for further investigation, and members of the Black Templar are prohibited from entering the Kingdom as of today."

The mud head is not surprised.

He had known that there would be such a day.

When the Black Sanctuary entered the Resurrection Kingdom, it initially traded for taxidermy and leather goods.

They want to follow the example of the Four Seas Temple, using their specialties to obtain stable sales, so as to transform the underground society into a formal chamber of commerce.

But the resurrection kingdom is a leather production area, and there is no need for this at all.

The Templar lacks solid production and sales capabilities, and its greatest competitiveness is that it has many mystical masters, and its members are hired as killers and mystical masters.

In the peaceful and powerful kingdom of the Restoration, murder is a terrible price to pay, and the Templar business is dismal.

So they chose to make counterfeit potions, a lucrative business in which the mystics were able to imitate highly similar potions.

Of course, it's only a matter of time before you get caught.

This is a microcosm of the failure of the Black Sanctuary's transformation.

……

Douzi came back sweating profusely and reported: "Big brother, I have helped Chief Zaha find a vampire doctor of the Yao clan, he has passed. ”

"Wipe your sweat."

Mud threw him a towel.

Douzi wiped his face and neck with a towel, and he couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, why did you lend it to that Zaha chief?" His whip was nothing more than a decoration, respected in their tribe, and of no use to us. ”

Mud took a sip of tea: "Bean, you are different from me in the past." ”

"You always talk too much, and that's not a bad thing. But in doing things, you have to learn to think first, see more, and think clearly before talking. ”

He began to teach the young brother: "The Brotherhood has been able to grow up to this point, and apart from the gods and the protection of the kingdom, we rely on one peace. ”

"Harmony is precious, and good karma is widespread."

"This is what we do, and the more ways we have, the more stable and long-lasting the fraternity will be."

"We are generally very cautious about the affairs of large associations, not aligned, not targeted, and not confrontational. The community should be balanced, and not one family should be dominant. ”

The mud head spoke in detail: "But for the weak and a few groups, the ability can be pulled, and the most important and core thing for the Brotherhood now is credit and prestige." ”

"With credit, there will be cooperation, and with prestige, there will be someone to speak for us."

……

The theater in the evening was overcrowded, and mud heads with beans watched in the first row.

Tatar's dancing is as pleasing as ever, and her earrings and outfit are getting more and more beautiful. As the goblin traders say, they turned her into a goddess on stage.

When saying goodbye, Clay gave Tatar a gold pocket watch. This pocket watch can set the time, and then it will make a cooing bird call.

Tatar gave back the bell on his wrist.

"See you in ten years, God Yao bless you." Tatar waved at him and was pulled away by the sisters behind him.

She still has so much to do, being interviewed by the wind collectors, taking photos, sharing dinner with lucky audiences, and then changing clothes, taking a shower, and then taking the train to Shacheng.

……

The clay wraps the bell in a handkerchief and puts it in a box.

It was late at night when I got back to the Brotherhood's shop.

Outside the closed door stood a man in a straw robe.

"Chief Zaha?"

The mud head was a little surprised, and quickly took out the sobering mint: "What's wrong?" Is the treatment going well? ”

"It's cured, the doctor is very powerful."

A smile finally appeared on the young chief's face: "Thank you, Brother Mudhead, you are a good friend who saved the Temporal Tribe from danger. ”

"It's okay."

The mud head beckoned, "Come in and sit." ”

Zaha shook his head, and he took out a delicate little green treasure chest from the leather pocket on his back: "This, for you." ”

The mud head didn't answer: "Don't be so polite, that's what the brotherhood does, everyone has a difficult time." ”

"This "Calamity Chest" comes from a long-vanished esoteric order, passed down from generation to generation by the tribe's chiefs. It contains a monster that is powerful enough to destroy the world, and once opened, it will be released, causing the heavens to fall apart. Zaha said with a heavy face.

"Only a powerful god can tame a monster, and once it can be tamed, it will become an incomparably precious treasure."

"Originally, I thought that if I couldn't find a doctor and watched my clansmen die, I would go back to the Secret Art Country and open this box, and everyone would die together......"

The mud head was silent, and the little brother Douzi next to him turned pale.

"You've helped me, mud man, and you've kept me from doing such sinful stupid things. Now I'm giving this to you, you can go to the temple and offer it to the gods, the mighty god Yao should like it. ”

The mud head was puzzled: "Why don't you go and sacrifice it to Lord Yaoshen yourself?" ”

The young chief shook his head: "Although Yao God is a powerful god, what I believe in is always the original belief of the tribe, the god of youth and spring. We will not betray the gods and our origins just because we are weak now. ”

After Zaha left, Douzi said with some concern: "Big brother, what should I do with this thing?" ”

“……”

After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to believe Zaha.

At night, the temple was still brightly lit, and the mud head came to the outside of the temple to express his intention to the temple guards.

With the consent of the apostle inside, Clay held the black box in his hand and walked all the way up the steps to the gate, kneeling by the campfire.

The Catgrass Apostle turned his back to him and said, "Pray, just pray." ”

"Yes."

Clay knelt in front of the statue of Yao, put the box in his hand on the ground, and told the cat grass the origin of the treasure chest of calamity.

Then he prayed silently in his heart.

The green treasure chest slowly flew up and floated in the air.

Cat Grass's ethereal voice came again: "If the gods are watching here, you will know, go back and rest." ”

"Yes."

……

One day three years later.

Clay was looking through the Brotherhood's recent bills when he suddenly felt a certain will loom over his head.

His body was suddenly filled with tumbling power, and these forces quickly transformed his body, making him feel as if he was immersed in a warm current from head to toe.

God's Gift!

He heard the silent oracle.

Myself...... Turned into a hero?

Mud has seen a lot of wind and waves, but at this time he is still at a loss.

But the little brother next to him reacted.

"Big brother! You have become an apostle! ”

“…… It's heroes, heroes. ”

"I know, just kidding haha, congratulations big brother! Congratulations, big brother! ”

The mud head immediately thought.

It's the "Calamity Chest."

Zaha was right, it could be a great thing indeed.

Just as Zaha was excited, the wind suddenly blew and a pink stuffed beast appeared in front of him.

It is a chinchilla of the cat grass adult.

My neighbor totoro grinned, revealing his sharp, interlaced teeth: "Congratulations, Lord Yaoshen is going to summon you." ”

Yaoshen-sama?

The mud froze violently.

In an instant, he seemed to go back to more than ten years ago. The suffocating tension, panic and insignificance of standing in the shadow of the giant fortress all came to my heart......

A lot of things have changed, but they don't seem to change at all.

(End of chapter)