Chapter 430 It must have been done by King Yan!
The cemetery, the land of nightmares.
Yossi and Missy flapped their wings and flew in from the cave entrance, their pale, slender toes landing on the cashmere-studded stand.
The nightmare land of today is no longer the nightmare land of the past. Because they have too much money to spend, their respected Queen Sissi waved her hand and provided each little devil with a cashmere-lined bird stand.
This is the dream of all the little demons in Nightmare Land.
They no longer had to fight over the relatively less painful pebbles when meeting Queen Sissi.
Because the red wine in Nightmare Land is so popular, even with such extravagance, the amount of ghost money in Nightmare Land continues to grow.
You can’t spend it all!
Missy: "Your Majesty! A new batch of food has been delivered!"
Yusi: "How infuriating! That wicked woman from Despair City actually wants to compete for our king's favor! Her messenger even brought some food over!"
Missy: "It's so infuriating! We had a sudden inspiration and put the cross that the Demon Lord had us make inside! If the Demon Lord sees those amulets, he'll definitely mistake them for our tribute!"
Yusi: "That's right! Haha, these idiots are such idiots! Now their tribute belongs to our king!"
The two little devils giggled, with smirks on their faces, as if they had succeeded in their prank.
Listening to the little ones chattering, Sissi, leaning on the throne, yawned lazily and said boredly.
"Are you all idiots? Does the lord need to open every sack to figure out where the tribute came from?"
The acolytes of the teleportation array would faithfully count the whereabouts of each batch of supplies and carefully check the tribute in each sack.
Are these smart-aleck guys taking things for granted?
"Huh!? Oops, I was careless!"
Yusi was struck by lightning when he heard this, his jaw hanging open in shock. Meanwhile, Missy, standing nearby, seized the opportunity to shift the blame, quickly joining Queen Sissi in scolding Yusi.
"That's Yusi! Are you an idiot? How could you do such a foolish thing? What if the other party thinks it was our king's idea?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry! Hmm?? Wait, no, didn't we do that together? I think it was your idea, wasn't it?!"
"Shut up! Don't admit your mistake!"
"You want to fight?!"
The two little devils were wrestling with each other, their clothes were about to be torn off, and the little devils who came to watch the fun came out one after another, cheering for the left one and then for the right one.
Sissi, leaning on the throne, frowned slightly, took a sip of the bright red wine in the glass, and looked at the two little demons with suspicious eyes.
She always felt that these two idiots had just offended her, although they might not have meant it, they were just not very smart.
After thinking for a while, Sissi decided it was too much trouble and didn't bother to argue with them. She placed the wine glass on the armrest of the throne, cleared her throat, and spoke.
"Don't do such unnecessary things in the future. A mere old woman is not worth mentioning at all. I do not want to use such means to achieve victory."
When she said this, the corners of her rosy lips curled up into a charming smile, and she exuded a kingly aura that was incompatible with her doll-sized body.
Like a real queen.
"I disdain to use such means to win, lest she be unable to bear the loss and blame me for being too insidious and cunning."
Although this is a compliment to the devil, she still hopes that the Demon King will appreciate her elegance, propriety, beauty, generosity, calmness, loyalty... and many other qualities that are worth remembering.
Regardless of whether her elegance, beauty, generosity and composure captured the devil's heart, a group of little demons were completely fascinated by her, and their eyes were shining.
The confident king is so dazzling!
Although the little devils often compete with each other based on their ability to play pranks, they do not choose their king based on this.
This is just like how humans use the ability to ride and fight to select knights, but do not use the ability to ride and fight to select their kings.
"As expected of you, the King!"
"My Lord! When are you going to capture the Demon King?"
"Oh right, the palace! The king's palace needs some decoration! There's no place for the Demon King's standing-standing-standing-standing stand here!"
"Idiot! How could the Demon King need something like that?!"
"That's right! The humans in Thunder City are now trending to use mattresses stuffed with springs as dowries! I saw it outside the window!"
"I even saw them fighting on the mattress!"
"Ohhhhh! Get ready!"
"Hehehe... It suddenly occurred to me, if King Sissi eats the Demon King, doesn't that mean we can also benefit from it?"
"Ah! You mean sharing mental power?!"
When they heard this, the little devils were all excited, but their "elegant, beautiful, generous and calm" king blushed instantly.
"roll--!"
The whistling wine glass smashed into the rock wall like thunder, shattering all over the ground.
The little demons screamed and fled in all directions, hiding in caves that looked like coral reefs, with only their heads sticking out, looking around with fear and curiosity.
Sissi, standing on the throne, was breathing murderously, her chest heaving violently, and her face was so red that it seemed as if blood could drip out.
These guys...
You are becoming more and more disrespectful!
…
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but hundreds of plumes of smoke were already rising from the fields outside Quemu Fort.
The rich aroma of oatmeal porridge wafted in the air, and for those hungry refugees, this place was simply a paradise.
Looking at the bowl in his hand, Old Hank, who was squatting at the edge of the camp, had an expression of disbelief on his face and muttered softly.
"So the Green Army drove us to the edge of the castle not to starve us to death, but to make it easier to distribute food to us..."
After filling his stomach, he couldn't help but come to a conclusion that even he found strange, but seemingly reasonable.
It seems that he really blamed these bandits wrongly——
Oh no, the Salvation Army.
It wasn't just Old Hank who found this unbelievable; it was the same for most of the starving people in the camp.
Cursed by hunger, they ate everything they could eat, whether it was earthworms in the ground or bark that was barely edible.
There wasn't a single tree with bark within a ten-mile radius.
It feels like a dream that they are still alive.
On the other side of the camp, an elderly hunter stared at the cross amulet in his hand with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He had picked it up next to the Salvation Army soup kitchen. He had wanted to pick up a sack to make clothes, but he found this familiar thing.
After pondering for a moment, he finally remembered where he had seen this thing and let out a hoarse mutter from his throat.
"I recognize this cross... It was in the hands of an adventurer near the Torrent Pass near the Dukedom of Campbell."
This sentence attracted the interest of many people, because many people also picked up this inedible cross from near the porridge shop.
They just picked it up for good luck, but they didn't expect there was a story behind it.
People gathered around him and asked curiously.
"Did the adventurer say where he got it?"
Facing people's curious gazes, the old hunter was silent for a while, then spoke in a calm tone.
"That person didn't say, and I didn't ask. I just seem to remember... he called it the 'Amulet of the Fire King'."
This special name seemed to be connected with a story he had heard before.
The hunter's eyes lit up slightly, and he continued in an affirmative tone.
"That's right! I remember now, it was the Flame King who did it!"
Upon hearing this, the hungry people looked at each other in confusion.
"Flame King?"
"What is that...?"
"Is it... the King of Campbell?"
"No, he is not a secular king, but... a child born in the wilderness, an uncrowned king who survived a great disaster." The hunter shook his head and told the story he had heard in a narrative tone, piecing together the stories.
"He is an orphan who lost his parents at birth."
"He was born in the hottest cave in the Wanren Mountains. Only the gushing magma witnessed the baby's cry."
"Thanks to the protection of the gods, he was lucky enough to survive the disaster."
"An elderly priest took him home and raised him..."
"He has no name."
"Those who knew him affectionately called him—"
"Flame King."
More and more people gathered around, and more and more hungry people began to listen to the old hunter's stories, and after listening, they told them to more people.
Anyway, they had nothing to do after eating, and the legend about the Fire King could be a source of entertainment in their gloomy lives.
Due to the rumors spread by the hungry people, the kind-hearted King Yan had been transformed from a child without parents into the illegitimate son of Saint Sith.
After all, there is no such concept as "coming out of a stone" on the continent of Os. In the old farmer's cognition, a person must be born from another person.
If there really wasn't one...it could only have been Saint Sith. And if the child was evil enough, then it could have been the Devil.
And so, following the story of "Saint Kallen", they now have another "Son of God" named the Flame King.
It just so happened that Saint Karen herself admitted that she was cared for by someone who was also called by the Lord during her journey.
The story seemed to come together.
Although this story was extremely blasphemous, there was no priest around them, and it was unlikely that anyone would come to correct their mistakes.
In the end, not only the hungry people, but even the Salvation Army soldiers themselves were suspicious and spreading the news...
"So the Flame King is behind us."
"By the grace of Saint Sith... I was wondering why there was so much bread, bacon, and red wine. Turns out they were gifts from the Fire King!"
A kind-hearted hermit is undoubtedly more in line with their epic aesthetics than a god far away in the sky.
Even from a logical point of view, it was outrageous that a hermit could grow so much bread, bacon and fine wine in the mountains.
…
In just one day, the legend of the Fire King had spread throughout the entire besieged camp like a shining holy light.
And now in this "Savior Army", the savior who is called "Son of God" and uses his flesh and blood to turn into bread to feed the world is even more famous than the name of Kailan the Green-Hooded.
This time, it was not just a change of flag and banner. It seemed that even the spiritual totem of this army composed of peasants had been completely replaced.
Tafu, who was watching the show with the Demon King, couldn't help but sigh.
"My goodness, how many vests do you have?"
She felt like she had woken up and turned into Lao Deng.
The gods of the old era usually stacked buffs on themselves, but the gods of the new era seem to be playing a very trendy mode -
'I am not anyone, but anyone can be me.'
Luo Yan smiled slightly as he flipped through the book.
"you guess."
Tuff rolled her eyes.
"Guess what? Why don't you just tell me directly?"
Luo Yan said casually.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I can't explain it clearly myself. After all, some of the legends were not made up by me, and many were created spontaneously by people."
For example, when we were in the holy city.
Including when experiencing adventurers in Dragon Vision City.
“…”
Tafu pondered for a moment and suddenly spoke.
"Can we really gather the power of faith this way?"
Luo Yan said with a smile.
“All I can say is, it worked really well.”
The snowball of faith is getting bigger and bigger. I believe that after the crisis in Twilight Province is resolved, the power of his faith will expand to a considerable number.
Just when a certain god was full of confidence in his plan, a chess piece pushed onto the chessboard by the god was also full of confidence.
"Iron Bull" Brennan saw the changes in the siege camp.
If the 100,000 troops before were just his claim, then now he might really have 100,000 troops under his command!
Not even just one hundred thousand!
It’s not just about quantity!
He also saw the burning morale and unprecedented light in the eyes of the soldiers, and even in his own eyes!
The top priority now is to strike while the iron is hot!
In the dim morning light, Brennan strode through the noisy camp and headed straight for one of the soup kitchens that provided relief to the victims.
He had already devised a complete siege plan. As long as Ms. Kallen gave the nod, he would immediately mobilize his soldiers to use local materials to build ladders and simple catapults to complete all preparations for the siege.
Unlike other porridge shops, this one has the most people, simply because here you can see the Saint Lady and even get her blessing, even if it's just a word of comfort.
Pushing through the crowd waiting for help, Brennan quickly found Kallen.
She was standing next to a big pot, distributing warm oatmeal porridge to the long line of hungry people together with the soldiers who were helping her and the cook who was making porridge.
Her profile looked particularly holy in the dim light of morning light, as if she was born for this moment.
"Ms. Karen," Brennan suppressed her inner anxiety and tried to make her voice sound calm enough, "I want to discuss something with you."
"Mr. Brennan, you're here." Kallen put down the spoon in her hand and handed the work here to the soldier beside her. Then she looked at the general and said gently, "It just so happens that I also have something to discuss with you."
"Then you go first."
Out of respect for the saint, Brennan rarely showed gentlemanly manners in front of the starving people, even though such manners seemed a bit clumsy and ridiculous for a "savage" in bear skin.
Kallen didn't laugh at him, but understood his kindness and thanked him with a smile.
Then she took Brennan to the military tent nearby, and also called all the leaders of the "Salvation Army" who had a say, and then took out a charcoal map from her arms.
It was a map of the entire Quemu Territory, given to her by a farmer who had once been an adventurer as a token of gratitude for her saving him and his family.
Looking at the saint who unfolded the map, Brennan thought she wanted to discuss the defense of Quemu Castle with him, and his expression immediately became serious.
However, to his surprise, the slender finger did not fall on the city wall, but on a village far away from the castle.
He remembered the place, it seemed to be called... Wheatfield Village?
But no matter what it was called, the village has been abandoned, and now only lonely ghosts are wandering among the dilapidated ridges.
"...According to the hungry people, this village has the best roads within a radius of dozens of miles, connecting to over fifty villages, large and small, in Quemu Territory. Furthermore, its land is fertile and close to the Running River. It's a shame to see it abandoned like this."
After a pause, Kallen continued in a serious tone.
"I believe that if we want to restore food production in Quemu Territory, the first village we should revitalize is this one. It will be our first stop in reviving the Dusk Province."
When talking about farming, her aura became obviously more professional than when she played "Miss Nun" before.
Although she has never farmed herself, there are fields right in front of her house, and she has helped her family with some farm work.
However, after hearing her "inappropriate" remarks, all the soldiers standing around were stunned.
revival……
Twilight Province?
The battle isn't over yet, is this the time to talk about this?
The soldiers exchanged glances with each other, confirming that they were not living in a dream and that they had not misheard the order of Her Highness the "Saint".
Brennan was equally confused. She opened her mouth, but found she had so many questions that she didn't know where to start.
Kallen didn't pay attention to his strangeness, but continued to instruct in a gentle tone.
"We just drove the hungry people from outside here from their original villages, which created a bad impression on them. Now we suddenly ask them to go back. It's hard not to create new panic among them, so I plan to let them go back in batches in an orderly manner."
"Well, I think there's nothing wrong with them staying here to make things look good." A centurion couldn't help but speak in a low voice.
Kallen glanced at him, and although there was no dignity in her eyes, the man subconsciously closed his mouth.
It was as if the person who was looking at him just now was not the nun, but Saint Sith himself.
Clearing her throat, Kallen continued.
"Starting tomorrow, I need you to do one more thing for me. When your soldiers distribute food, they will register all the hungry people who come to collect it. Record their names and the villages they originally came from... Even if it's just a nickname or a childhood name, it doesn't matter."
"Then, we will also give them a number to ensure that their name matches the number. When they collect food in the future, they will go to the specific porridge shop according to the number."
"I bet there will be people who apply for two or three, just to have two more meals." A man carrying a big sword said in a deep voice.
Kallen said, looking at him.
"I can't rule out this possibility, but it's not important. What's important is that we first make sure everyone is on my roster. As for confirming duplicate names, that's the next step. We just have to make sure everyone has enough to eat, so no one has extra food to eat elsewhere. If someone hasn't come to collect food for a long time, we'll just cross it off the roster."
Not only that, the areas where the hungry people live will gradually be divided according to numbers, just like soldiers live in separate camps.
A person can have three numbers, but cannot live in three places at the same time. And if you register three times in the same place, it will be exposed in a moment.
She won't deal with those who tell lies.
As she said, the purpose of this work was simply to register the hungry people in the Salvation Army's book, not to catch thieves who had eaten a few more bites of food.
Instead, she would establish laws to punish the real thieves and the evildoers who took advantage of the situation to commit crimes.
Over time, people's previous impression of the Salvation Army will fade, and their confidence and faith will be rebuilt while establishing a new order.
"I do not understand."
Brennan finally found her voice, looked at Kallen in confusion and asked, "Why are we registering those people? We're the military, not tax collectors?"
Even if it's for collecting taxes, now is not the time.
At least it won’t be too late after the war is over, right?
Karen was well aware of his confusion, because when she heard Mr. Colin's arrangements, she was no less confused than him.
If the purpose is just to distribute food and let hungry people line up in front of the porridge shop, registration seems to be unnecessary.
However, the gentleman who seemed to know everything told her a completely different opinion.
"If all we want is to fill their stomachs, we only need to feed them. However, their numbers number in the hundreds of thousands, and in the future they may exceed a million, or even tens of millions... Even Lord Saint Sis can't let them eat their fill without doing anything."
"Registering the hungry is the prerequisite for all our work. This is not only to allow them to leave Quemubao in an orderly manner and return to their hometowns in batches, but also to catch up with the spring plowing season that is about to end and the upcoming division of arable land... We must ensure that every bit of our strength is used to the greatest extent possible and not wasted."
Looking at the speechless Brennan, Callen continued in a serious tone.
"Not only the hungry people, but your soldiers also need to cooperate in completing the registration, even you."
"Whether you want to go back to farming or not, they will return to their hometown one day. They who are homeless should also have a piece of land of their own to live and work in peace."
"If you want to prove that you are different from the guy in the castle, don't wait until you've conquered the castle to think about it later. Start doing it now."
(End of this chapter)
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