God Simulator Chapter 552

  Chapter 552 Peace is the most important

   “I have a friend. She does laundry and cooks for many years, but she sings really well and looks good too.”

   Nitou smiled and looked at the silent young man sitting opposite.

   "Later, she sang in the Kingdom Theater in Resurrection City. She had no worries about food and clothing, and was liked by many people. People sent her flowers every day."

  “Everyone has their own talents and talents, it's just to see if they can find a place to display them.”

  The mud head looked at each other while talking.

  The young man was wearing a coir raincoat woven from palm leaves and a straw hat with a ragged edge. He was between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five. His palms were broad and powerful, and there were old wounds on his fingers. It could be seen that he worked a lot.

  The young man had a hunting knife tied around his waist, he was carrying an animal skin bag, and heeled straw sandals. There were many cracks and solidified mud on the toes and insteps.

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

   Nitou continued: "You look strong and capable. You may be suitable to be an explorer or a bodyguard. Goblin merchants and Yao scholars have been recruiting these two types of people for a long time."

   "If necessary, I can introduce you."

"You know, that's what the fraternity does here, send the right people to the right place, mutual benefit, everyone makes a little money. So if you decide to work with us, we'll also charge A commission."

   At this time, the young man finally spoke.

  He spoke a rare jungle language, and the mud head had already prepared mind-boosting mints, so it didn't sound like a problem.

   "I am Zaha, the chief of the Time Series Tribe. "

  The youth chief said in a formal tone: "I am here on behalf of the Timing Tribe, hoping to get help from the Brotherhood. If we can get assistance, we will be very grateful."

   Nitou has heard of this tribe, but only he has heard of it.

  The various ethnic groups in the Mystic Kingdom live scatteredly, and each group holds the deterrent of the Mystic Art, and there is not much interaction with each other. Many small tribes and groups, Brotherhoods may not have dealt with each other for hundreds of years.

   "What kind of help do you want?" asked the mud head.

"I want money."

  Chief Zaha has no embarrassment on his face, but a kind of perseverance and determination. It seemed that he was already ready to give everything, and he didn't care about things like face.

   "There are fewer and fewer people in the Timing 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 is still sick."

  The youth said: "I want money, and the tribe needs money. Only money can find doctors and cure diseases."

   "I know the fraternity, I know you, Big Brother, I hope you will give me money, I am willing to exchange this."

  The younger brother standing behind Nitou moved his lips and frowned, but he still didn't speak.

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

  This branch does not exhibit any mystical powers. There were tangled strands of hair on the branches, which looked like some kind of ancient spiritual ritual vessel.

   "This is the hair whip of the Time Sequence Tribe, the most precious treasure of the tribe. It contains the strength and soul of generations of tribal warriors. I exchange this for money."

  According to Zaha, there are currently 15 people in their tribe, and 10 of them are sick. He hunted outside all year round, but avoided the disease.

"good."

   Nitou took the whip carefully: "Use this treasure as collateral, and it's considered a loan. When you have money in the future, you can come to withdraw it at any time. Forget the interest, and treat it as a friend with you and the Time Sequence Tribe."

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

   "This is a city bond, which is more usable and circulated than gold. 2400 seashells, even if it is a doctor of the Yao nationality, is enough to invite your tribe to treat it."

  Zhaha grabbed the sum of money and carefully looked at it, showing hesitation and embarrassment that he didn't have before.

   Nitou guessed that the other party probably could not read, and then said: "Douzi will go to the doctor with you. 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, try to find Yao doctors, they have rich experience."

"yes, Sir."

  Little brother Douzi nodded and walked to Zaha: "Mr. Chief, please follow me."

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

  The fraternity store is quiet again.

   Nitou put the hair whip into a special box and classified it with other collateral.

  He grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and with a cup of Zhoudao tea, he opened the latest "Ben Daily" and started nibbling slowly.

   There are two eye-catching news in newspapers.

  「Green Forest Dance Troupe Tour Last Dance: Miss Tatar will choose a lucky audience to have dinner with」

  “The huge counterfeit drug case is solved: the black temple is officially restricted from entering the country”

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

  After the major associations settled in the Resurrection Kingdom, they all communicated with each other and were often invited to attend some activities. In addition, Earl Sidal would also come to talk to understand the situation.

  The aborigines on the Resurrected Kingdom probably have a hard time imagining that the Green Forest is actually a vicious group full of wildness and blood.

   But on the kingdom's side, they are the dancers of the dance troupe that people love to see.

  Sidal's original suggestion was accepted by Green Forest.

  The salt girl Tatar brought people to the Kingdom of Resurrection, and under Siddall's matchmaking, she quickly gained the theater's approval and completed her first stage performance.

  The mud head was also invited to watch that time.

how to say?

  The unrestrained and lively dance of the salt girls is accompanied by cool and dazzling novel folk costumes. The ringing bells on the wrists and ankles, together with the snare drums played by the salt girls, together with the natural vigor and young bodies of the forest girls, constitute an unforgettable and wonderful scenery.

  They only need to remove the **** parts, as well as the ceremony of praying and chanting. The dance that has been practiced for many years is enough to make people unable to take their eyes off it.

  On the stage, the salt girls were full of enthusiasm, spinning and dancing tirelessly. Off the stage, they also showed a kind of innocence and cheerfulness that did not know the world, and they were loved by the audience.

   They quickly became household names in the Kingdom, touring cities.

  The tour of the Resurrection Kingdom will end with the Resurrection City. The next stop is Tatar and they will go to the distant Shacheng, where they will continue to win the love and flowers of new audiences.

  Now, Nitou and Tatar have become familiar friends, and they often meet, chat and drink tea.

  The direct reason lies in the special management of the fraternity.

  After Nitou came to this strange kingdom, he found that there was a lack of a non-governmental organization that specialized in connecting with the Mystic Kingdom as a bridge.

  Earl Sidal represents the kingdom's officialdom after all, and only has time to deal with some big problems. If some minority groups and associations run into trouble, they will have nowhere to go.

   Nitou believes that brother is very suitable for this role.

   Firstly, the Brotherhood is a local force in the Occult Kingdom. Since it started out as a farmer, its prestige and credit are pretty good.

  Secondly, the fraternity has a lot of people, and it has always been good at scouting news, running errands, and uniting groups.

  The brothers approved of this idea and let the mud head go.

   Right now, Harvest Brotherhood is more like an intermediary chamber of commerce in the Resurrection Kingdom.

  The mud head provides businessmen with the workers and guards they want, guides those who have time to work but can't find a way to make money, and bridges various organizations and groups.

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

   Most importantly, the Brotherhood has also maintained close cooperation with the Resurrection Kingdom.

  Green Forest Dance Troupe has unlimited scenery, but it also encounters trivial troubles, especially in the base camp of the Mystic Kingdom. Because all the girls over there want to become dancers and join the dance troupe, practicing dance and musical instruments one by one, the local manpower is seriously insufficient, and their strength has dropped sharply.

  The brotherhood has become the best partner of Green Forest.

Even Tatar lamented to the mud head: "We look glamorous, but you are the one who really lives the best. Now the goblin merchants have a lot of requirements, and we have to dress according to their requirements, so we can't even Picking noses, farting and lifting skirts in front of people... Hey, it's more tiring than bloodletting in the past."

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

   "It's better to stay with you, drink whatever you want!"

   "Come on, if you are a brother, have a drink with me."

   "...I still have to talk about business in the afternoon, let's drink tea."

   "No fun!"

   Nitou came back to his senses, and suddenly thought that he had to go to support tonight, and it might be ten years before Tatar came back next time.

   Dress up formally.

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

  The people in the mirror are refreshed a lot.

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

  Now I have become a big brother, and I have started to teach people how to do things, and I dare to speak and speak out.

   His words are useful, and many people will listen.

  Mud will think of iron feet from time to time. If he was the one who stayed behind, then the one standing here is probably iron feet.

   In the past, Camilla, whom I never forgot, was the friend that Mudou told Chief Zaha before. She also achieved great success in singing.

  Camila soon married a goblin merchant, and she stopped singing. She went to settle in the Republic of the Two Snake Merchants, and lived a comfortable life with her husband.

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

  The same goes for the Black Templar.

   Nitou looked at the newspaper.

  “…In the past five years, this criminal group code-named 'Mole' sold and smuggled counterfeit medicines, disguised as regular Yao ethnic potions, causing a large number of buyers to lose their lives and money…”

   "It has been verified that the 22 moles are all registered members of the Black Templar. The kingdom investigation team has officially entered the headquarters of the Black Templar for further investigation. Starting today, members of the Black Templar are prohibited from entering the kingdom."

   Mudhead is not surprised.

  He had known for a long time that such a day would come.

  After the Black Templar entered the Resurrection Kingdom, it initially made specimens and leather products as trade goods.

  They want to learn from Sihai Temple and use special products to obtain stable sales, thus transforming underground associations into formal chambers of commerce.

  The Resurrectable Kingdom is originally a place of leather production, and there is no need for this at all.

  The Holy Church lacks solid production and sales capabilities. The biggest competitiveness is that there are many masters of secret arts, and members of the organization are hired as killers and secret magicians.

  In the peaceful and powerful Restoration Kingdom, hiring a murderer is a heavy price, and the business of the church is bleak.

  So they chose to make fake medicines. This business is very profitable, and mystics can imitate highly similar potions.

   Of course, it's only a matter of time before he gets caught.

   This is a microcosm of the failure of the transformation of the Black Templar.

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

   "Wipe off your sweat."

  The mud head threw him a towel.

  Douzi wiped his face and neck with a towel, and he couldn't help asking: "Brother, why did you lend it to Chief Zaha? His hair whip is just a decoration. It is respected in their tribe, so it is of no use to us."

   Nitou took a sip of tea: "Douzi, you are different from me in the past."

   "You always talk a lot, and that's not a bad thing. But when you do things, you have to learn to think first, read more, and think clearly before speaking."

  He began to teach the young brother: "The brotherhood can develop to the present, except for the protection of the gods and the kingdom, we rely on a harmony."

   "Peace is the most important thing, and make good friends."

   "This is what we are doing. The more channels we have, the more stable and long-lasting the Brotherhood will be."

  "We are generally very cautious about matters involving large-scale associations. We do not form alliances, do not target, and do not confront. The association must be balanced and cannot be dominated by one family."

   Nitou said in detail: "But for the weak and minority groups, anyone with the ability can help. The most important and core thing for the brotherhood is credit and prestige."

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

  The theater in the evening is overcrowded, and the mud-headed beans are in the first row to watch.

  Tatar's dancing posture is as pleasing to the eye as ever, and her earrings and dress are getting more and more beautiful. Like the goblin merchants said, they made her a goddess on the stage.

   When saying goodbye, Nitou gave Tatar a gold pocket watch. This pocket watch can be set to time and it will chirp with a cooing bird.

  Tatar gave back the bell on his wrist.

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

  She still has too many busy schedules. She accepts interviews from interviewers, takes photos with each other, and shares dinner with lucky audiences. After that, she has to change clothes, take a shower, and then take the train to Shacheng.

   Nitou wrapped the bell in a handkerchief and put it in a box.

  It was late at night when we got back to the fraternity shop.

   Outside the closed door stood a man in straw clothes.

   "Chief Zaha?"

   Nitou was a little surprised, and quickly took out the Xinnao Mint: "What's wrong? Is the treatment going well?"

   "Healed, the doctor is very good."

  The young chief finally showed a smile on his face: "Thank you, Big Brother Mudhead, you are a good friend who saved the Time Sequence Tribe from danger."

   "It's fine."

  The mud head said, "Come in and sit down."

  Zhaha shook his head, and he took out a delicate green treasure box from the leather pocket on his back: "This is for you."

   Nitou didn't answer: "Don't be so polite, this is what the brotherhood does. Everyone has difficult times."

   "This "Calamity Treasure Chest" comes from a long-disappeared secret sect, which has been passed down from generation to generation by chiefs of the tribe. It contains monsters capable of destroying the world. Once opened, it will be released, causing heaven and earth to shatter. " Zaha said with a heavy face.

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

   "Originally, I thought, if I can't find a doctor and watch my clansmen die, I will go back to the Mystic Kingdom to open this box, let's all die together..."

   Nito remained calm, but the younger brother Douzi next to him turned pale.

   "You helped me, Big Brother Mudhead, you saved me from doing such a stupid and sinful thing. Now I give this to you, you can go to the temple to offer it to the gods, the mighty God Yao will like it."

   Nitou was puzzled: "Why don't you dedicate yourself to Lord Yao?"

  The young chief shook his head: "Although God Yao is an extremely powerful god, what I believe in is always the original belief of the tribe, the **** of youth and youth. We will not betray the gods and our own origin just because we are weak today."

  After Zaha left, Douzi said worriedly: "Brother, what should I do with this thing?"

   Mudhead thought for a while, and he decided to believe in Zaha.

  The temple was still brightly lit at night, and Nitou came outside the temple and expressed his intention to the temple guards.

  After getting the consent of the apostle inside, Mud Tou held the black box in his hand, walked up the steps, entered the gate, and knelt down by the campfire.

  Apostle Maocao turned his back to him and said, "Pray, just pray."

"yes."

   Nitou knelt in front of the statue of God Yao, put the box in his hand on the ground, and told Maocao the origin of the calamity treasure box.

   Then he prayed silently in his heart.

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

   Maocao's ethereal voice came again: "If Lord Shenming pays attention to this place, you will know it. Go back and rest."

"yes."

  One day after three years.

   Nitou was looking through the recent income and expenditure bills of the Brotherhood, and suddenly felt some kind of will shrouded his head.

  Suddenly, his body was filled with tumbling power, and these powers quickly transformed his body, making him seem to be soaked in a warm current from head to toe.

   God's gift!

  He heard the silent oracle.

  Myself...became a hero?

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

   It was Douzi, the little brother next to him, who reacted.

   "Brother! You have become an apostle!"

   “…is a hero, a hero.”

   "I know, just kidding hahahaha, congratulations brother! Congratulations brother!"

   Mudhead immediately thought of it.

   It's the "Calamity Treasure Chest".

   Zaha was right, that might indeed be a great thing.

   Just when Zaha was excited, suddenly the wind was strong, and a pink plush monster appeared in front of him.

   is Lord Maocao's Totoro.

  My Neighbor Totoro grinned and opened its mouth, showing its sharp and interlaced teeth: "Congratulations, Master Yaoshen wants to summon you."

  Master Yao?

   Mud head froze all over.

  In an instant, he seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago. The suffocating tension, fear and insignificance of standing under the shadow of the giant fortress all came to my heart...

  A lot of things have changed, but nothing seems to have changed.

  (end of this chapter)

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