Chapter 406: So weird, take another look

A woman with pointy ears and a tail came to town, always followed by a giant cat.

Sidal liked the handsome, well-cut leather armor she wore and her amber eyes.

Everyone said that the woman was the king's guest of honor and must have come from another world - the most likely possibility was that she came from the main world where the honorable Messenger of the Gods was.

Many people are wondering whether she is an apostle, a prophet, or a hero.

"She must be an apostle. Didn't you see that Lady Apia was very polite to her? Only apostles can be treated this way."

"No, no, I don't feel the same sense of oppression as the apostles. Instead, the big cat is more terrifying... She is more like a prophet, right? She walks around every day, probably thinking about spreading faith."

"What's her name? What should I call her if I meet her?"

"Who knows? Whatever it is, it must be a big shot."

The arrival of the great men in this small kingdom did not have much impact on the common people. They were high up and would not have any intersection with the lower class who worked every day.

Fourteen-year-old Sidhar thought so too.

He is a herder who raises ten cows. Sometimes these cows are used for ploughing, but more often they are taken by Sidar to find water and grass, so that they can give birth to more calves after filling their stomachs.

On this day, Siddar wore his favorite wide-brimmed cowhide hat and rode his long-legged bone horse as usual, patrolling around the herd.

He held a long bone whip, carried a crude wooden shield, and had a bone hammer tied to his horse's back - as a bone herder, he had to ensure that the cattle were well fed, and he also had to protect these livestock.

Suddenly, Sidhar noticed a strange flower growing on the ground.

The flower is made up of crab shells, alternating between red and white, with a beauty that is a mixture of weirdness and death.

So weird.

Take another look.

He discovered that there was a bony hand under the flower.

Sidhar dug up the gravel and soil below and unearthed a forearm. It was unknown which skeletal ancestor was holding on to this flower before dying. It was obvious that the deceased loved this flower very much.

Then I'll keep it for you.

Sidhar pulled out his arm and the flower and put them in the sack on his horse.

Coming back to his senses, he sensed something was wrong.

The cattle gathered together, which was a signal that they had discovered danger. The surroundings became extremely quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

Sidal drew out his bone hammer, placed his shield on his arm, and focused all his attention on guarding against the distance.

Soon the enemy appeared.

A pack of gray wolves came, totaling thirteen in number.

wrong.

Sidal looked to the east with his dark eyes. There were twenty of them.

He glanced west again.

No, thirty-three.

The wolves rushed towards the herdsman Sidhar with a clear purpose, not giving him any chance to escape.

Sidal took out his bone whistle and called for help from the nearest other herdsmen.

But I don’t know if it’s stuck or cracked, but the bone whistle makes no sound at all today.

Although Sidal tried hard to gather the cattle, the panic caused by the gray wolves' attack still caused the cattle to flee in all directions. Once the herd was dispersed, these livestock became hunted prey.

Sidar carried the bone horse and swung the bone whip vigorously, whipping a gray wolf so hard that it rolled on the ground and howled in pain. The wolves began to bite the bone horse's buttocks, but the seemingly skeletal bone horse raised its hooves and kicked hard, causing two wolves to whimper and limp away.

The herdsmen have their own ways of dealing with wild beasts.

Sidar specially made a pair of special horseshoes for the legs of the bone horse, which were specially equipped for grazing. There were sharpened bone cones and bone spurs on the horseshoes. As long as the long legs kicked or raised the hooves, whether it was a wolf or a bear, it would be kicked and left with a hole.

Relying on the long whip in his hand and the hooves of the bone horse, Sidart tried his best to drive away and intimidate the gray wolves.

However, when the wolf appeared, Sidal felt a chill in his heart.

It was a huge creature that was much larger than its peers, and its body was covered with blood scabs as if it had been burned by flames.

After the leader wolf joined the battle, the wolves immediately moved in a more orderly manner. The injured ones retreated automatically, and the wolves behind took over and surrounded Sidal tightly.

This is not an ordinary beast, but an extraordinary monster [Electric Wolf], which can cause paralysis and pain like electric shock through touch and bite. If you are bitten by it, you will be electrocuted into charcoal alive.

The electric wolf knocked the bone horse to the ground in one fell swoop, and Sidal rolled on the ground twice in a mess. When he got up, the bone horse had been torn to pieces and could no longer stand up.

The wolf leader stared at Sidal with cold eyes and walked towards him with the attitude of a victor.

Sidal pressed down the brim of his hat with his hand, raised his shield with one hand, picked up the bone hammer on the ground, and walked towards the wolf step by step.

The other wolves around watched quietly.

Bad luck.

Today, I guess both the cows and the people will be torn into pieces.

Sidal did not have too much fear in his heart. Death was a part of the daily life of this country. Every day, people he knew disappeared and new people joined. The Bone Ancestors lived in this cycle of death and rebirth.

He felt more regretful.

It’s a pity that I didn’t bring such a strange flower back to show everyone.

Sidal lowered his center of gravity and rushed forward, hitting the monster's tough back with the bone hammer in his hand, and the wolf king's bloody mouth bit the shield into pieces in one bite.

At that moment, Sidal felt that every bone in his body was flashing blue light, and his mind became stiff and confused.

He thought for no reason that this looked quite handsome.

The left arm holding the shield was completely bitten off by the electric wolf, and its upper and lower jaws full of canine teeth bit down fiercely on Sidal's skull.

Sidal's final act of resistance was to use his broken finger bones to stab into the wolf's belly - but he only inserted it a little bit, as a token of reciprocity.

At this moment, the leader of the wolves was suddenly grabbed by something, bringing Sidal back to his senses from the trance of death.

The cat that grabbed the wolf's neck was a big pink cat. It was bigger than the largest brown bear, and under its round eyes was a big mouth that stretched to both sides of its cheeks.

It was grinning, as if it had caught not a ferocious electric wolf but a little mouse. The electric wolf trembled in its hands, shrinking its neck and tucking its tail, not daring to resist at all.

The big cat is taking credit for something to the person next to him.

The man had a pair of pointed cat-like ears on his head, was wearing leather armor, and had a soft and flexible furry tail behind him.

It's that mysterious apostle and her cat.

She was saying something to the big cat, but Sidal couldn't understand the cat language.

Then, the big cat pinched the electric wolf's face, and the electric wolf tried hard to force a smile.

It dropped the lightning wolf casually, but the leader of the pack squatted on the ground motionless, fearing that it would anger the irresistible giant. After finally getting permission, it led the pack to flee quickly.

Catwoman walked up to Sidar and opened a small bottle. Suddenly a faint fragrance lingered around.

"Luckily I brought some mind-stimulating mint, otherwise conversation would be a problem. The local language is more complicated than I thought..."

She muttered to herself, then squatted down and looked at Sidar: "Can you still move?"

"able."

Sidal didn't know why he could understand what the other person said. He was still a little dazed: "Thank you... for saving me."

"It's just a small favor for us just passing by. Goodbye then." She stood up and was about to leave.

"that……"

Sidhar asked cautiously, "Can you tell me your name?"

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"My name is Mao Cao, and I am a prophet under Lord Yaoshen."

"Which god is Yaoshen?"

It was the first time that Sidhar heard this name.

The other party patiently said: "Lord Yaoshen is not the god of this world, but Lord Yaoshen has a cooperative relationship with the title god here, Lord [Messenger of the Gods], so I was sent to live in this world temporarily and do some field research."

Sidhar seemed to understand what he said, but not quite.

There is one thing he is sure of, this Mao Cao is indeed of noble status, and the status of the God Yao behind him is most likely on par with the Lord [Messenger of the Gods].

"Please wait for me."

Sidal stood up with one hand, put on a wide-brimmed leather hat, and staggered to the shattered bone horse, took something out of his bag, and carefully handed it to Maocao with both hands.

"Please accept this small gift."

When the other party saw the flower made of crab shells, he was a little surprised, and then he smiled and said, "Thank you, this is really a very special flower."

Maocao took the crab shell flower with its bones attached, and then she easily jumped onto the big cat's back. The big cat then flew into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

…

From then on, Sidal began to pay attention to Maocao, the prophet of the alien god.

She lived in an independent stone house outside the temple. The stone house had no roof, only four walls, and a statue of the god Yao stood in the center.

Every day Maocao would pray devoutly in front of the statue, and then ride away on his chinchilla to overlook the world from the air.

Out of curiosity, Sidar went in to worship the statue of the mysterious god. Since there were no guards on either side of this simple temple, entry and exit were not restricted.

Kneeling in front of the statue, Sidar imitated Mao Cao and said, "Great Yao God, please bless me with peace and success..."

Here, even the humblest people can look up to the gods. In the Kingdom Temple, only with the permission of His Majesty the King can one have the opportunity to pray in front of the statue.

Sidar also saw that a small flower bed was opened in the corner of the temple, with mint guarding the crab shell flowers in the middle.

This made him feel a little indescribable.

Happy? Excited? Thrilled? Probably a little bit of all.

The prophets of the kingdom are high above and rarely talk to common people. As wise men recognized by the gods, they only serve the oracles, and praising the gods is their duty.

Mao Cao, the prophet of God Yao, not only saves people, but also listens to the various voices of the ancestors.

She flew back and forth every day, asking farmers, herdsmen, fishermen and workers about their work and difficulties, and giving them help... This was something that had never happened in the kingdom before.

She said to everyone: "Lord Yaoshen also hopes that the sleepless civilization can develop well. If you have any difficulties or good suggestions, you can come to me."

No one took it seriously.

The master of the kingdom is the king, above the kingship is the martyred god who rules the world, and behind the martyred god is the messenger of the gods with infinite power... No matter how powerful this God Yao is, he will not come to this world.

Most of the Bone Ancestors are not very smart or flexible. This is the nature of their race, but it does not mean that all of them are stupid. No one wants to be held accountable by His Majesty the King afterwards.

One day, Sidhar was beaten by the tax collector and was covered in wounds. He came to the temple of Yao God and said to Maocao in anger: "Prophet, can you really help us?"

Maocao's ears twitched: "Tell me about it."

"We herders work hard to herd our cattle and sheep so that they can grow faster and more, but the tax collectors always beat us, thinking we are lazy. The cattle and sheep are attacked by wolves, bears and leopards in the wild. Many of us herders are injured and killed, but the tax collectors are unwilling to send soldiers to help us. What can we do?"

Maocao nodded: "How do you think we should deal with this problem?"

"Many herders believe that we should train more skeleton dogs. They can scare away wild beasts and provide early warnings. We have also requested this in the past, but the kingdom believes that this is a waste of corpses..."

"I see. I need to investigate and verify this."

About a month later, the kingdom issued new regulations: every herder would be given a skeleton dog to help with herding.

Sidhar couldn't believe it.

The cat grass prophet really spoke for everyone, and the king actually listened! From then on, Sidar frequently appeared in the Yaoshen Temple. Under his leadership, many herdsmen also often went there to pray, thank the cat grass prophet, ask for answers and seek help.

Mao Cao would listen carefully to everyone's difficulties and write them down on a parchment scroll. She would conduct a detailed and comprehensive investigation and actively work on the parts that were true and could be solved.

Gradually, more and more of the ancestors began to pray to God Yao, and on the basis of their original beliefs, they also believed in the mysterious and benevolent God Yao.

Then one day, the apostle Appias came to the temple and said to Cat Grass, "Prophet Cat Grass... those common people always have all kinds of troubles, so you should stop being so busy. The king has worked hard to govern the country, so don't add any more burdens to him... Isn't it enough as long as the population keeps growing?"

At that time, Sidar was outside the wall, building the outer wall of the temple, and he heard it clearly.

Maocao said: "I beg your pardon. The living conditions of civilians will directly affect the progress of the entire civilization. They are the cornerstone and weathervane of civilization. As long as there is room for improvement, I will continue to make suggestions and give advice."

"Hey...why are you so serious?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Apia's voice: "They are just a group of skeleton ancestors. They are just moving wood and hay. It would be too much trouble to pay attention to them like this."

"It's not hard to carry out Lord Yao's oracle."

Mao Cao said firmly: "Even ordinary people who only do simple labor can accomplish great things. This is the experience and principle of our Yao people."

"In our Yao clan, there have been godslayers who are comparable to gods among ordinary people. The future prophets and heroes will also be born among the common people of this country."

"Oh, what I mean is, this is the civilization of the Unsleeping Ones, just a primitive civilization made up of white-bone ancestors... It cannot be compared with your Yao clan. Lord Yao is the honorable main god, there is no comparison. It's good enough for the civilians here to be alive." Apia sighed.

Outside the wall, Sidal heard a trance, his bony fingers gently kneading the clay.

Is it really possible for such a humble existence as a commoner to be on par with the gods? I wonder what kind of life the Yao people who lived under the protection of the god Yao led.

He wanted very much to see their kingdom and city with his own eyes.

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