Chapter 430 It must have been done by King Yan!
Necropolis, the land of nightmares.
Yossi and Missy flapped their wings and flew from the entrance of the cave. Their pale and slender toes landed on the stand inlaid with cashmere cushions.
Today's Nightmare Land is no longer the Nightmare Land it once was. Since there was too much money to spend, their respected King Sissi gave every little devil a bird stand decorated with cashmere.
This is the dream of every little devil in the land of nightmares.
They no longer have to fight over relatively weak pebbles when they are meeting King Sissi.
Because the red wine in Nightmare Land is so popular, even after squandering it, the netherworld coins in Nightmare Land continue to grow.
It’s not all spent!
Missi: "Your Majesty! A new batch of food has been shipped!"
Yousi: "It's really annoying! The bad woman in Juji City actually wants to compete with our king! Her messenger also brought a batch of food!"
Missi: "It's so annoying! We had an idea and put the Demon King in it. Let us make the cross! When the Lord Demon King sees those amulets, he will definitely regard them as our tributes!"
Yusi: "Yes, that's right! Giggles, these bastard fish are really stupid, and now their tributes belong to our king!"
The two little devils giggled, with a mischievous smile on their faces.
Listening to the chattering of the little ones, Sissi, who was leaning on the throne, yawned lazily and said boredly.
"Are you all idiots? Does the Lord need to open every sack to find out where the tribute comes from?"
The acolytes of the teleportation array will faithfully count the whereabouts of each batch of supplies and carefully check the tribute in each sack.
Are these smart-aleck guys taking it a little too much for granted?
"Memory!? Oops, I was careless!"
Yusi felt as if he had been struck by lightning when he heard this, and opened his jaw in surprise. Missy, who was on the side, took the opportunity to shift the blame, turned around and followed King Sissi in scolding the former.
"It's Yossi! Are you an idiot? How can you do such a mindless thing? What if the other party thinks it was our king's idea?"
"Yes, I'm sorry! Huh?? Wait, no, wasn't that something we did together? It seems like it was your idea?!"
< br/> "Shut up! Don't admit your mistake yet!"
"You guys want to fight?!"
The two little devils struggled together, and their clothes were torn off. The little devils who were watching the fun came out one after another, cheering for the left side, and cheering for the right side.
Sissi, who was leaning on the throne, frowned slightly, took a sip of the bright red wine in the cup, and looked suspiciously at the two little devils.
She always felt as if these two idiots had offended her just now, although they may not have meant it, they were just not very smart.
After thinking about it for a while, Sissi felt it was too troublesome, so she didn't bother to argue with them. Putting the wine glass on the armrest of the throne, she 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 don't disdain to use this method to win."
When she said this, the corners of her bright red mouth turned up with a devilish smile, and she exuded an aura of a king that was not suitable for the doll-sized figure.
Like a real queen.
"I don't bother to use this method to win, lest she cannot afford to lose and blame me for being too cunning."
Although this is a compliment to the devil, she still hopes that the devil will appreciate her elegance, propriety, beauty, generosity, calmness, loyalty and many more qualities worth remembering.
Regardless of whether the elegance, beauty, generousness and calmness captured the devil's heart, a group of little devils were fascinated by it.
A pair of eyes were shining.
The confident king is so dazzling!
Although the little devils often judge each other based on their ability to play pranks, they do not choose their king based on this.
This is like humans using their ability to ride horses and fights to promote knights, but they do not use their abilities to ride horses and fights to choose their kings.
"As expected of the king!"
"Your Majesty! When are you going to take down the Demon King?"
"By the way, the palace! The king's palace still needs to be decorated! There is no standing stand for the Demon King here!"
"Idiot! How could the Demon King need that kind of thing!"
"That's right! It is now popular for human gadgets in Thunder City to use mattresses stuffed with springs as dowries! I I saw it outside the window "I also saw them fighting on the mattress!"
"Oh oh oh! Get ready!"
"Hehehehe - it suddenly occurred to me that if King Sissi eats the Demon King, doesn't that mean we can also benefit from it?
"Ah! You mean sharing mental power?!"
As soon as he said this, the little devils were all excited, but their "elegant, decent, beautiful, generous and calm" king instantly became red-hot.
「滚——！」
呼啸的酒杯如同雷霆一般击碎在了岩壁上，啪的碎了一地。
The little devils screamed and fled in all directions, hiding in a cave like a coral reef, with only their heads exposed and looking outside in fear and curiosity.
Sissi, who was standing on the throne, was panting murderously, her chest heaving violently, and her face was even red as if she could bleed.
This group of guys are really getting smaller and smaller!
The early morning mist has not yet cleared, and hundreds of smokes have already risen in the fields outside Quemu Castle.
The rich aroma of wheat porridge wafts in the air. For those hungry refugees, this place is simply a paradise.
Looking at the bowl in his hand, Old Hank, who was squatting on the edge of the camp, had disbelief written all over his face and muttered softly.
「原来绿林军把我们赶到城堡边上不是为了饿死我们，而是为了方便给我们发粮食—
填饱了肚子的他不禁得出了一个连他自己都觉得诡异，却又疑似合A reasonable conclusion.
It seems that he did blame these bandits-
Oh no, the Salvation Army. It is not just Old Hank who is unbelievable, but also most of the hungry people in the camp.
Under the curse of hunger, they swallowed everything they could eat, whether it was earthworms in the ground or barely edible tree bark.
There is not a tree with bark within ten miles.
Now that they can survive, it is like a dream.
On the other side of the camp, an old hunter stared at the cross amulet in his hand, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
This was something he picked up next to the Salvation Army's soup kitchen. At that time, he wanted to pick up a sack and change it into clothes, but he found this familiar thing.
After pondering for a moment, he finally remembered where he had seen this thing and made a hoarse noise in his throat.
“I recognize this cross as being in the hands of an adventurer near Torrent Pass near the Dukedom of Campbell.” This sentence aroused 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 to be a story behind it.
People gathered around him and asked curiously.
"Did the adventurer tell you where you got it from?"
Faced with people's curious gazes, the old hunter was silent for a while, and then spoke in a calm tone.
"The man didn't say anything, and I didn't ask, I just seemed to remember - he called it "the amulet of the Flame King". "
This special name seems to be connected with a story he once heard.
The hunter's eyes lit up slightly, and he continued in a positive tone.
"That's right! I remembered, it was King Yan who did it!"
Humbling, all the hungry people looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces.
> "No, he is not a secular king, but a child born in the wilderness, an uncrowned king who survived the catastrophe." The hunter shook his head, and in a eloquent tone, he pieced together the story he heard.
“He is an orphan, born without his parents.”
"He was born in the hottest grotto in the Wanren Mountains, and only the gushing lava witnessed the cry of the baby's hooves."
"Thanks to the protection of the gods, he survived the catastrophe."
"An old priest took him home and raised him -"
< br/> "He has no name."
Those who knew him affectionately called him -
"King of Flame."
There were more and more people around, and more and more hungry people began to listen to the old hunter's story, and after listening, he told it to more people.
Since they were full, they had nothing to do, so the legend about the King of Flame could be the fun in their gloomy life.
Hence the rumors spread by the hungry people, the kind King Yan has changed from a child without parents to the illegitimate son of Saint Sith.
After all, there is no concept of "popping out of a stone" in Osland. In the understanding of old farmers, people must be born from another person.
There is really no other way but it can only be done by Saint Sith. And if the child is evil enough, it's the devil who did it.
In this way, following the story of "Saint Karen", now they have another "Son of God" named King of Flame.
It just so happens that Saint Karen herself admitted that she was cared for by someone who was also called by the Lord during her journey.
The stories seem to be connected.
Although this story is extremely blasphemous, there is no priest around them anyway, and it is impossible for anyone to correct their mistakes.
In the end, not only the hungry people, but also the soldiers of the Salvation Army themselves were spreading suspicious word of mouth, "It turns out that the King of Flame is behind us."
"Saint Sis is here, I will Why do we have so much bread, bacon and red wine? It turns out that it was given to us by King Yan!”
A kind-hearted Hidden Earth is undoubtedly more in line with their aesthetics of epic than the distant gods.
Even from a logical point of view, it is outrageous that a hermit could grow so much bread, bacon and wine in the mountains.
In just one day, the legend of King Yan has spread throughout the entire siege camp like a shining holy light.
And now in this "Salvation Army", the savior who is called the "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.
This time it’s not just a change of flag, this army composed of farmers seems to have completely changed its spiritual totem.
Tuff, who watched the play with the Demon King, couldn't help but sigh.
"Good guy, how many vests do you have?"
She had the feeling of waking up and becoming Laodeng. The gods of the old era usually stacked BUFFs on themselves, while the gods of the new era seemed to be playing a very trendy mode - I am not anyone, but anyone can be me.
Luo Yan, who was flipping through the book, smiled slightly.
"Guess."
Tuff rolled her eyes.
“Guess it, just tell me directly!”
Luo Yan said casually.
"It's not that I won't tell you, but I can't tell you clearly myself. After all, some of the legends were not made up by me, and many of them were created by people spontaneously."
Just like when I was in the Holy City.
Including when experiencing adventurers in Longshi City.
Tuff thought for a moment, and then suddenly said.
"Can we really gather the power of faith in this way?"
Luo Yan said with a smile.
"I can only say that the effect is very good."
The snowball of faith is getting bigger and bigger. I believe that after the crisis in the 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 certain chess piece pushed by the god on the chessboard was also full of confidence.
The changes in the siege camp were seen by "Iron Bull" Brennan.
If the one hundred thousand army before was just his name, then he might actually have one hundred thousand under his command now!
Not even just a hundred thousand!
It’s not just quantity!
He also saw in the eyes of the soldiers, and even in his own eyes, the scorching morale and the unprecedented light!
The top priority now is to strike while the iron is hot!
Stepping into the dim morning light, Brennan strode through the noisy camp and walked straight to one of the porridge shops that were providing relief to the victims.
He has already conceived a complete siege plan. As long as Ms. Kallen nods, he can immediately put his soldiers into action, use local materials to build ladders and simple catapults, and complete all preparations for the siege.
Different from other porridge shops, there are the most people here, just because you can see the Holy Lady here, and you can even get her blessing, even if it is just a word of comfort, pushing through the crowd waiting for relief, Brennan quickly found Karen.
She was standing next to a large pot, and together with the helping soldiers and the porridge cooks, she distributed the warm wheat porridge to the long queue of hungry people.
Her profile looked particularly holy in the dim light of the morning sun, as if she was born for this moment.
"Ms. Kallen," Brennan suppressed her inner eagerness and tried to sound calm enough, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Mr. Brennan, you are here," Karen put down the spoon in her hand and handed over the work here to the soldiers on the side. Then she looked at the general and said in a gentle tone, "I just have something to discuss with you here."
"Then you go ahead."
out of respect for the saint, Brennan rarely showed a gentlemanly demeanor in front of the hungry people, even if this demeanor seemed a bit clumsy and absurd for a "savage" wearing a bearskin.
Karen did not laugh at him, but accepted his kindness and thanked him with a smile.
Then, she took Brennan to the military tent nearby, and at the same time summoned all the leaders of the "Salvation Army" who could speak, and then took out a map drawn with charcoal from her arms.
It was a map of the entire Quemu Territory, given to her by a farmer who had been an adventurer, as a thank you for saving herself and her family.
Looking at the saint unfolding the map, Brennan thought she was going to discuss the defense of Quemu Castle with him, but 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 that place, it seemed to be called Wheatfield Village?
But no matter what it is called, the village has been abandoned, and now only lonely ghosts are left wandering among the dilapidated fields.
-According to the hungry people, this village has the most complete roads in a radius of dozens of miles, connecting more than fifty villages of various sizes in Quemu Territory. Not only that, but its land is fertile and close to a running river, so it is a pity that it has been left so abandoned. ”
Kallen continued in a serious tone, “I think if we want to restore food production in Quemu Territory, the first village that should be revitalized is here. It will be our first stop to revive the Dusk Province.”
Although she has never planted it herself, there is a field right in front of her house, and she has also helped her family with some farm work.
However, after hearing her "untimely" speech, all the soldiers standing around were stunned.
Revival.—
Twilight Province?
This battle is not over yet. Is now the time to talk about this matter?
The generals exchanged glances with each other to confirm that they were not living in a dream and that they had not misheard the will of the "Holy Lady".
Brennan was also full of confusion. He opened his mouth, but found that there were so many questions that he didn't know where to start.
khalen did not pay attention to his strangeness, but continued to give instructions in a gentle tone.
"We just drove the hungry people from outside here from their original villages, which created a bad impression on them, and now we suddenly tell them to go back with one sentence. It is difficult not to create a new panic among them, so I plan to let them go back in batches in an orderly manner."
Karien glanced at him. Although there was no majesty in her eyes, the man subconsciously closed his mouth.
It seemed as if the person who looked at him just now was not the nun, but Saint Sith himself.
Clearing her throat, Kallen continued.
"Starting from tomorrow, I need you to do one more thing for me. I need your soldiers to register all the hungry people who come to receive food when distributing food, record their names, and the villages where they originally belonged - even if it is just a nickname or a nickname, it doesn't matter."
"Then, we need to At the same time, give them a number to ensure that their names can match the number. When they receive food in the future, they will go to the specific porridge shop according to the number. "I bet that someone will apply for two or three, just to eat two more meals." A man carrying a big sword said solemnly.
Karien looked at him and said.
"This possibility is not ruled out, but it is not important. The important thing is that we must first ensure that everyone is on my roster. As for confirming duplicate names, this is the next step. We only need to ensure that everyone can eat and there is no extra stomach to go to other places to eat. If there is a number that has not come to collect food for a long time, we will cross it off the roster."
A person can receive three numbers, but it is impossible to live in three places at the same time. And if you register three times at the same place, it will be revealed within minutes.
She will not deal with those who lie.
As she said, the purpose of this work is only to register the hungry people on the Salvation Army's book, not to uncover thieves who took two extra bites of food.
Instead, she will make covenants to punish the real thieves, as well as the villains who take advantage of the situation and commit crimes.
Over time, people’s previous impression of the Salvation Army will fade, and confidence and faith will be rebuilt while establishing a new order.
"I don't understand."
Brennan finally found his voice, looked at Karen and asked in confusion, "What are we registering those people for? We are the military,
not a tax collector?"
Even if it is to collect taxes, now is not the time.
It’s not too late to at least wait until the war is over, right?
Kallen was very aware of the confusion in his heart, because when she heard Mr. Colin's arrangement, she was no less confused than he was.
If it 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 view - "If it is just to give them a full meal, we really only need to feed them food. However, their number is hundreds of thousands, and may even exceed that in the future. Millions, even millions - even Lord Saint Sith cannot let them eat without doing anything. "
"The registration of hungry people is the prerequisite for all work. This is not only to allow them to leave Quemu Fort in an orderly manner, but also to allow them to leave Quemu Castle in an orderly manner.
Back to my hometown, it is also to catch up with the spring plowing period that is about to end and the upcoming division of cultivated land. We must ensure that every force is used as much as possible and is not wasted. 》
Looking at Brennan who was speechless, Karen continued in a serious tone.
A piece of your own land to live and work in peace and contentment.
"If you want to prove that you are different from the guy in the castle, don't wait until you conquer the castle. Please start doing it now."