Chapter 62 Settling the Feather Clan, Finnian.
Easter, “Alright, alright, give them the food first, then we’ll see.”
The little fire people are sorry, these are creatures that only appear in fantasy movies and TV shows, so it's understandable that they are amazed.
"Your Majesty, please have a seat." Two little fire-men carried in a chair.
"Thank you." Easter did not refuse the players' kindness, and sat down in the chair, looking at the group of "poor people" who were holding the food and hesitating to take a bite.
"Are you King Felix?" It was the same white-haired, white-eyed man from before. "My name is Fenian, and I am a member of the Feathered Clan."
Easter glanced at it and croaked.
The quack was completely bewildered. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
“It’s alright,” Ister said. The Feathered Race is similar to angels in the general sense. They have wings on their backs, large white wings, and their abilities are comparable to those of angels. They are naturally compatible with light magic elements and are good at calming people’s hearts and making them one of the holy and noble races.
“I am indeed Esther Felix,” Esther said to Finnian. “I remember the Feathered Clan is under the protection of the Church. Would you like me to help you contact someone from the Church?”
“No need,” Finnian refused outright, a fleeting look of panic and fear crossing his face. “Your Majesty King Felix, may I be fortunate enough to receive your protection?”
East seemed to be deep in thought.
"We're here too, we're here too." A faint, weak voice rang out.
Looking at them, there were seven or eight little fairies flapping their wings. They looked like the legendary flower fairies, about thirty centimeters tall, and were very cute and delicate. Their wings were also very beautiful. The wings were transparent near the base of the wings, and the color gradually increased from the base outwards, dyed with beautiful light colors. They were light, elegant, and full of fairy-like charm.
“I…we also want to stay.” The butterfly race, which was even smaller than the fairies, flew out. There were more of them, about fifteen or sixteen. The butterflies were all slender and thin, and their appearance was androgynous, beautiful and eerie. Their wings were colorful, as if they were shrouded in iridescent light, a kind of dazzling beauty.
“Your Majesty, we also wish to stay and serve you.”
After seeing the beautiful and dazzling ones, seeing the goblins made them seem even more shabby. They wore red hats, had dark, greenish skin, red eyes, and pointed ears. The rest of their bodies were normal, not as ugly as rumored. They were kind of ugly-cute.
East saw even more pairs of eager eyes; almost everyone present was staring at him expectantly.
Easter slowly typed a question mark. What? What happened? This was a complete 180-degree change in attitude.
"Why do you want to stay?" East felt this question should be clarified. "My country is very poor, and it wouldn't be a good choice for you."
They looked around at each other, and the first to speak was the most timid little imp.
“It’s very comfortable being with you, and the food you provide is also very delicious.” The little fairy who spoke had light green wings, which were very refreshing. “Your Majesty, you may call me Virgil.”
The butterfly nodded in agreement. "Your Majesty, my name is Bernal."
“Your Majesty, I am York.” It was a goblin who spoke.
Easter asked, "Are you sure?"
Seeing everyone nod in agreement, Easter recalled the strange thing about him. When he decided to have Pearl send the people over, he had considered the possibility of them staying. Now that the process was just smoother, he really didn't need to worry about it too much.
“I can keep you here, but you have to work for me,” Easter said. “But don’t worry, your work won’t be too strenuous. You’ll have free accommodation, three meals a day, and your wages will be settled at the end of the month. You’ll have four days off each month, and you can take them whenever you want, but you need to give notice one day in advance. If you don’t want to take them, you can save them up and get even better pay.”
"The conditions are quite generous!" said Guaguagua.
“It’s really good, a conscientious capitalist.” Yun Mu covered her mouth after saying that, looking around nervously. “Baby is not a capitalist. Capitalists are all about hanging streetlights. Baby is just a conscientious boss, a very conscientious boss.”
“The king of this world has done a great job, which shows he has a very good conscience,” Meimei said. “Changes should be made gradually; going too fast can easily lead to disaster.”
Easter listened to the players whispering behind him, finding it hard to pretend he didn't hear. "Ahem, what do you guys think?" Easter thought indifferently, "Let them talk, they're not saying anything bad about me."
"What a kind and great king!" York exclaimed in an aria.
“Yes…yes, thank you, Your Majesty,” Virgil said softly.
"Your Majesty, fortune will favor you." Bernal flew around Ister once, scattering fine scales like colorful fragments of starlight.
The effects of the scale powder are controlled by the butterfly race itself.
“Your Majesty, aren’t you afraid we’ll cause you trouble?” Finnian asked with a smile.
The other species present were probably only vaguely aware of the being who saved them, but Finnian was an exception. He was a member of the Feather Clan, and he could smell the sea scent of the Merfolk from 800 meters away. He was quite curious as to why the Merfolk would send them to this king.
Upon actually meeting the king, Finnian recalled the rumors from long ago. Felix truly deserved to be the favorite of the gods. Even after so many years, he still retained the power to influence other species. How powerful must the god who bestowed favor upon Felix's race be to be so exceptionally blessed even when rejected by the twelve gods?
“A wise man?” Easter asked.
Finnian smiled in response, neither denying nor confirming.
"Sage" is a term for someone with extensive knowledge. Almost every race has "sages," and these "sages" seem to know some knowledge that has flowed through the long river of history, as if it were a gift to those who pass on historical knowledge.
“Perfect, you can be the temporary manager.” East was still wondering who to find to manage these people, and Finnian came at just the right time.
Finnian's smile froze slightly. "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid I might be a villain with ulterior motives?"
“I don’t mind,” Easter said. Apart from the players, most of his men had ulterior motives and were ready to stab him in the back at any time. He had plenty of debts to burn, so what was he afraid of?
“Felix, are all people as interesting as you?” Finnian asked with a smile. Having traveled the continent, he had seen all sorts of people, but he had never seen anyone as peculiar as East. It was an indescribable peculiarity. You could not sense the ambition that a king should have in him. He had no desire for money or fame. His joys and sorrows were very indifferent. He was like an iceberg with only the tip showing, and you could not see how thick the ice layer was beneath the surface.
“I don’t know, I haven’t met any other Felixes,” East said. “What do you think of my offer? If you accept, your salary will be higher than theirs.”
“Your Majesty, it is my honor, and I am of course delighted.” Finnian knelt on one knee, placed his hand on his heart, lowered his head slightly, and let his white hair slip down his shoulder, giving him an indescribable sense of holiness.
Easter looked around at the different races gathered there, all showing him expressions of reverence and faith. For a moment, Easter was dazed, feeling a sense of familiarity, naturalness, and how it should be.
Easter's fingertips, resting on the chair armrest, twitched slightly, once again touching the invisible thread.
The scene that appeared before my eyes this time was incredibly clear. A white, ethereal figure swayed with the seawater, with thin arms and legs, and a vortex-like black hole at the head position—this was the "Source".
East, wasn't it said that "Sources" are very rare? Wasn't it said that they only exist in legends? What is this? Did he misunderstand?
No matter how much he was devastated, he couldn't show it on his face. Easter said calmly, "Then I'll take you to your accommodation first. If you have any complaints, you can bring them up now. It will be more troublesome to resolve issues after the contract is signed."
East stood up from his chair. He only had that one image, and he didn't have the ability to find the "source" in the sea with it. He would leave it to fate. In particular, he didn't want to go to the beach anytime soon.
A large group of "people" walked out of the warehouse, attracting countless gazes, a treatment comparable to that of a superstar making an entrance.
The little fire people were crowded together, piled up on top of each other, and at first glance, you might think it was a sea of little fire people.
In East, the players' enthusiasm is exaggerated to an alarming degree.
“Your Majesty, your summoned creatures are quite interesting,” Finnian praised, his sincerity evident.
"Wow! Is that the king's brother with white hair and white eyes? He looks so divine."
"What a beautiful little flower fairy! May I keep it as a pet?"
"The butterfly has come to life! So beautiful! So beautiful!"
"Goblins aren't that ugly, are they just beautified?"
"So much fur! So much fur!"
"Was the last one a stone spirit? It looked so adorable."
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Listening to the little fire people's every word, Ister felt his head was spinning. "Have you mined any? Have you fought any monsters? Have you built any houses?"
"Damn it, Your Majesty, if you keep doing this, we're going to stop loving you."
"Yes, yes, we just came to see something unusual, how could you be so cruel as to attack our spirit?"
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“Making too much noise could cause trouble. There’s plenty of time to see how things go later, don’t rush things,” Easter said kindly.
With the system's sanctions in place, the players dispersed reluctantly and with great reluctance.
“Ha, Your Majesty, your summoned creatures are all adorable.” Finnian looked on with curiosity and interest. He had come all the way from the far reaches of the continent after hearing the rumors about King Felix’s summoned creatures. Who could have known he would encounter such an accident on the way? Fortunately, he was lucky. He encountered the merfolk as soon as he was captured and was taken to his destination. He was truly the luckiest winged creature.
“They’re cute and smart, but sometimes their energy is just overwhelming.” East was clearly showing off.
“Your Majesty, they are creatures I have never seen or heard of before, and they are incredibly intelligent,” Finnian said. The continent of Luomanjier is vast and holds countless hidden secrets, but after meeting Felix, those secrets have become insignificant.
Easter pointed to the completed house in front of him. It was a three-story house, just a standard model home with no fancy decorations. "There's only simple furniture inside. You can bring anything you need. I remember goblins live underground. How about you look at the basement? Or can we rebuild it for you?"
“Your Majesty, you are truly the most benevolent king we have ever met. We are quite content living in the basement.” York spoke with exaggerated excitement.
“The rest is up to you,” East said to Finnian.
“Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will certainly complete the task you have assigned,” Finnian replied, bowing his head.
“For the next period of time, you must listen to Finnian. If you have any needs or other issues, you can talk to Finnian. Try to resolve problems peacefully and avoid causing too much conflict,” Easter said to the other “people.”
"I respect your words." Respectful and earnest.
East was quite satisfied. Regardless of the reason, he was glad to have the first batch of local helpers. With some training, they would be very useful later.
Easter didn't linger any longer and led the four little firemen toward the smelting and forging area.
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