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Chapter 122 I am the Super Philosopher King
The Qinghui people themselves are an ethnic group that has lived on the land of the Bright Forest for hundreds and thousands of years. They naturally have a centripetal force and a sense of belonging to the Qinghui family that has ruled them for thousands of years, and it is easy for them to worship Lord Qinghui.

This is simply Westhead’s most solid base!

For any god, the first step in establishing a fanatical country is to find a base.

[The Holy Tree of Glory] was not at all reserved and directly poached people from the Kingdom of Dragons; [The Rider God of Eternal Mist] naturally gathered followers while fighting; [The Wings of the Star Abyss] gave birth to a group of dragon descendants who worshipped it; even [Emperor Qianlu] accumulated a group of believers by cheating and deceiving.

Only [Lord of the Sky], Westhead, did not know how this most mysterious and ancient god started out, but he thought it must be similar.

Westhead is the patriarch of the Qinghui people. This identity has natural advantages, and he naturally needs to make good use of it.

Isn't it just about being a perfect monarch who is loved by everyone?
No problem! You can be as perfect as you want! I am the most holy and wise King and Father!
Westhead knew very well that only by understanding the people's difficulties would the people consider their own blueprint of becoming gods.

The great One who is most benevolent and kind has all people in his heart, and those people will naturally carry the throne up to heaven.

Lord Qinghui returned to his official residence and immediately got to work without a moment's rest.

This official residence took several days to build. In terms of exquisiteness and luxury, it cannot be compared with the original mansion, let alone the mansion in the imperial capital.

But its advantage lies in its simplicity and elegance, eliminating the cumbersome decoration and focusing entirely on practicality.

"First, we need to establish a base that is self-sufficient. The battle to recapture Qinghui Territory cannot be completed in a few days, and we cannot always purchase supplies from Yuanxi Territory."

The half-elf maid interrupted and said, "It is actually possible, but the cost will increase several times. The resources of Yuanxi Territory are sufficient to support all your activities. This is my job and the promise of Yuanxi Palace. Please do not worry about the expenses."

Upon hearing this, Westhead looked at Rozana meaningfully. He had every reason to suspect that this maid with a vulgar figure had received the task from Luyetan and was encouraging him to spend as much aid as possible.

In this way, even if Qinghui Territory was recovered, it would be difficult to repay the debt, and Luyetan could naturally take Westhead as the Star Fury.

"No need for that. The supply line we've built is really too long and too unstable. I think it's better to establish contact with the nearby imperial lords."

Westhead ignored Luyetan's little thoughts. He mainly didn't want to rely on the star gate's trade line for the lifeline of the territory - the damn star gate would collapse in a few years, and by then, Yuanxi Territory would have trouble protecting itself, so how could it take care of Qinghui Land?

In comparison, the nearby imperial territories are what Qinghui Territory needs to be familiar with.

At least then I can eat them steadily in one bite.

"Just make your choice, Lord Qinghui."

Rozana had no intention of persuading Westhead to spend more, so she took a step back.

Although the cold and beautiful maid had a lot of fun in private and would constantly make sarcastic remarks to add to the fun, Rozana was very clear about the distinction between public and private. In situations like this, she would only speak when it came to using the aid from Far Tide Territory.

"We purchased several sets of self-circulating agricultural systems from the imperial capital. They are all imported from the Sky Kingdom. Once they are all installed, and with the help of the extraordinary people of the Holy Tree profession as catalysts, they can easily supply millions of people. As long as we recover the Bright Forest, we can accommodate any number of people."

"Shamuel and the Shadowfire technicians plan to build a weapons workshop to fight against Chaos. The people of Shadowflame Territory are quite professional. The Shadowfire weapons they create will be the key to our recovery of our homeland in the future."

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Just as Westhead was giving instructions and planning the future construction of the base, Yuerda approached and said:

"Brother, someone outside wants to see you."

"It's Roy, right? Let him in."

Westhead had expected this and waved his hand. The only Qinghui person who could come to see him at this time was naturally the original leader of this settlement.

Roy was quickly led in. As soon as he entered the door, this handsome and elegant man with obvious Qinghui features took a deep breath, knelt on one knee to Westhead, and saluted:

"Master, may the bright moon shine upon you."

Westhead: "I thought you would still call me Lord Qinghui."

Outsiders all call him "Lord Qinghui", which is certainly a respectful title, but the residents of the Bright Forest do not call the Holy Spirit's Blood like that.

Roy: "Duke Qinghui is only the chief of the territory, and the chief of the Bright Forest is our patriarch."

"How dare you! Are you accusing Patriarch Qinghui of not being worthy of the title of clan leader?!"

Yurda was quite sensitive and scolded him on the spot.

Roy said calmly: "If it is someone who has abandoned his hometown, then it is true."

"A rebellious lunatic! Brother, please allow me to chop off this traitor's head!"

The white-blond girl said coldly, with one hand already on the hilt of the sword. As long as Westhead nodded, she would immediately chop off the bold maniac's head.

However, Westhead had just made up his mind to become a philosopher king, so it was impossible for him to be so arbitrary and cruel.

Besides, he was not angry at all, so he waved his hand and said to Roy with a smile:

"But it seems that you have changed your mind? Because of my confession?"

Roy lowered his head slightly, his ponytail falling from his shoulders, making his profile look soft and peaceful. He said calmly:

"You have indeed changed a lot. Regardless of whether your admission of fault is true or false, I believe that everyone's resentment and complaints against you will disappear after today. But this is not what I value, sir. I just want to ask you a question."

The elegant man with lavender hair raised his head and looked directly at Westhead:
"You said you would retake Qinghui Territory at all costs. Are you serious?"

"You can question all my statements, but there is absolutely no doubt that I love to tell the truth."

After staring at Westhead for a long time, Roy let out a light breath and fell to the ground.
"In that case, please at least deal with me after you have recovered my homeland. Please let me contribute to the Bright Forest for the last time. If you must settle my sins now, please bury me in the Land of Clear Light."

".Why do you make it sound like you are doomed to die?"

Seeing Roy's expression of being ready to die, Westhead complained:
"I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. You have been able to organize so many refugees in an orderly manner in the past two years. This is a great contribution. Why are you asking for apology?"

Roy was stunned for a moment and said:

"Master, you should know that this is not entirely due to my ability. I accepted the help of the Sunny Ring."

"Well, witches, they are indeed wanted outlaws, but this is Qinghui Territory. Even the laws of the empire cannot apply to us, so whether you need to be punished depends on my wishes."

Westhead sat down at the conference table, resting his chin on his folded fingers:

"So tell me, what did the Sunny Ring make you do?"

(End of this chapter)