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Chapter 543 The Meaning of Hermit (Additional Update)

The appearance of Helis stopped the chaos in the city. This traumatized city actually stopped the pace of collapse and slowly returned to order.

Robbers, thieves, robbers, and some soldiers with unclean hands and feet all stopped doing evil one after another, terrified in their hearts. Some not only returned what they had stolen, but also doubled their compensation to others.

Under the sun, Helis's tall and straight figure is so brilliant. The power of kingship is granted by God. In front of Him, even the kings of the dwarves are just servants who rule the country on behalf of the gods. As soon as He appears, everyone knows that the true identity of this country is Who is the owner of.

Under the eyes of Helis, the royal city gradually returned to order. The creator of the dwarves sent an oracle to all the craftsman temples in the kingdom, requiring the entire kingdom to reunify within the next hundred years, but not to do so. war.

The oracle of Helis was far superior to the edict of any dwarf king. Karlond, who was originally so agitated that civil war broke out all the time, became surprisingly quiet after receiving the oracle.

After order was restored, under the auspices of Allaire and others, the problem of hunger after the fire was solved. The Jinyin clan ordered the slaughter of most of the pigs, cattle, sheep and chickens in the city, and at the same time mobilized the rich treasury of the Jinyin clan. A large number of grain was purchased from other cities and other countries. After a few days, the ships transporting grain blocked the river outside the royal city from one side of the river to the other. Half of the grain was distributed free of charge, and the other half was distributed at extremely high prices. Sold at low selling price.

Some wanderers who had no money or even a fixed place to live felt that things were much better after the fire than before. In the past, they were hungry and often had to steal and beg to make a living. Now everything is distributed for free. And they can also get meat. Some inhuman dwarves even hope that fires will happen again.

Under the authority of the miracle, although murder, robbery, theft and other illegal and disorderly activities still exist sporadicly, they have also been greatly curbed. In fact, the city has long lost the ability to suppress chaos, but no one dares to do it under the influence of the gods. Trouble is happening right under your nose.

People collected all kinds of corpses after the fire, and the corpses of animals were randomly buried on the slopes. The corpses of mortals were simply sorted and buried with coffins in the cemetery outside the city.

Due to various reasons, large areas of forests outside the city have been cut down, and half-burnt wooden buildings in the city have also been demolished. The wood is used for night heating, lighting, cooking, and making coffins...

The fire caused great harm to the city, but the city is still recovering strongly. People have temporarily forgotten the death of the king, Alaire's seizure of power and other events, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the reconstruction of the city. middle.

In order to stabilize the people's hearts, after intense discussions, Alaire and others decided to hold Prince Mulla's coronation ceremony as early as possible, just one month later.

The joy of surviving the disaster spread throughout the city. Soon after, the dwarves began to enjoy beer and secret wine in the temporary tavern, sang rough songs, and after a small fight, collectively praised Heris.

Zealand inspected the city that had experienced disaster.

He stroked the charred black wall, and it was not difficult to imagine that a few days ago, this building was bursting with flames and sparks, shooting straight into the sky. Now, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the whole city seemed to be ablaze. Tuan black charcoal.

This is an unprecedented catastrophe. This royal city has almost disappeared from the earth. However, there is rarely despair in the streets and alleys now, because people have seen miracles and understand that the death of relatives and friends is not a true farewell. , there is still a chance to meet again.

The enthusiasm for belief spread across every corner of the city. The dwarves praised Helis and recited various prayers day and night. This enthusiasm quickly swept the whole city. Not only the dwarves who adhered to traditional beliefs supported the god of mountains and craftsmen, but also those who believed in Many people who believe in the God of Dreams, those who believe in the God of Agriculture, those who believe in the God of Four Seasons, and those who are true believers resolutely converted under this craze and returned to the embrace of the Artisan Temple.

Xilan walked for a while and saw a family sitting around a big pot, preparing to enjoy today's dinner.

"Please give me a piece of bread."

Xilan stepped forward and asked aloud.

The older dwarf man and woman hesitated, and two of their three children looked at him warily.

The youngest, underage dwarf child picked up a piece of coarse wheat bread without thinking and put it in Xilan's hand.

"Hey!"

His elder brother screamed, but he had given everything and could not get it back, so he stared at his younger brother fiercely.

"Take it, take it,"

The dwarf parents said, "Now when we go to the Roda River, we can still get some rations."

Xilan nodded in thanks, then lowered his head and bit into the bread in his hand.

The bread was very hard, so he took each bite very small. As he ate, he found a place to sit down.

"Hey, are you human?"

The dwarf brother asked in a bad tone.

Since there were various rumors in the city, such as that the fire was set by humans, the dwarf brother's attitude towards Sealand was not friendly.

Xilan swallowed a mouthful of bread and said:

"I am a true believer."

The dwarf brother said "Oh". In his opinion, Xilan had already acquiesced to his identity as a human.

"I have heard about those true believers. It is said that their sects are so numerous that they are spread all over the world. The number of sects of other religious beliefs combined is only twice theirs."

The dwarf girl on the side spoke.

"Hey, that's what humans believe. There are as many humans as there are locusts."

The dwarf brother said so.

"That's not just human belief, but most of the true believers you accept are humans."

Xilan corrected herself,
"In the land of Aga and in the autonomous areas of other races in Deschanel, there are many races other than humans who believe in it. Of course, there are also elves. They all believe in the same god."

The youngest dwarf said in surprise:
"You all believe in the same god? You true believers are really magical!"

The dwarf brother looked disdainful.
"That's nothing. Their latest miracle happened thousands of years ago. Our miracle of Heris happened a few days ago. I saw Him carrying the furnace with my own eyes."

Then, the dwarf brother turned to look at Xilan and said sarcastically:
"The fire has almost reduced Karrond to rubble. Our Helis is here. What are your gods doing?"

Xilan smiled, he didn't speak, he just chewed the bread in his hand silently.

But after swallowing all the piece of bread, Xilan stood up and left. He placed a silver coin on the ground as a reward. The dwarves stared straight at it. After they picked up the silver coin, they raised it. At first, I found that Xilan had disappeared.

The sun sets, the sky is getting late, and darkness gradually envelopes the city. Xilan leans on the wall and can be heard everywhere. People pray with Herris and sing the hymns of the craftsmen. There is no doubt that everyone tonight Filled with the joy of this faith.

Everyone is praising and thanking Khris,
No one knows about Sealand, and even if they do, no one knows what he did.

perhaps…

This is what it means to be a hermit.

(End of this chapter)