Belief In The Kingdom of God

On the edge of a forest, many travelers stayed here.

The old man looked at the puzzled young man in front of him, and smiled slightly: "I have come more often, so I am naturally familiar with this area."

"Uncle Jetton is an old man in this area." said a man like the leader beside him, his eyes sighing.

"Twenty years ago, when I was young, I was running back and forth on this road." The old man named Jetton shook his head and smiled.

"At that time, the great God of Nature had not yet awakened from his deep sleep, and the trade routes here were not as prosperous as they are now."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd was a little silent, and some people faintly resonated.

"Yes, there isn't even this road here. It's because people like us walked a lot later, and then abruptly drove a road." Someone said, with some memories in his eyes.

"That's really a painful memory. I still remember the poverty of my family at that time, and I almost couldn't even provide food to support my parents." Someone sighed and said.

Hearing these statements, the young man was a little puzzled: "Twenty years ago, is this different from now?"

Several people around looked at each other, and all smiled tacitly.

"Twenty years ago, this place is no better than it is now." Someone shook his head and sighed.

The warrior also stood up, looked at the north, pointed to the carriages behind him, and said: "In the north, because of the protection of the **** of nature, every tribe has a large number of gods."

"The **** of nature controls the natural realm of the world, and his sacrifice bears his divine light, and he also gains the power to communicate with nature."

"In the southern city-states, even the best and most fertile land in the lord’s manor can produce more than a hundred buckets of land. But here, because of the careful cultivation of the priest, even the worst land can be produced per mu. Five hundred buckets is more than five times that of the south. This is the gap."

The bucket here is the unit of measurement in this world, one bucket is about two catties in the previous life...

"In addition to food, there are linen cloth produced from flax planted in the north, various precious fruits and seeds, as well as good medicines for ceremonies and a large number of herbs planted. These are precious and scarce things in the south. There are plenty of them here and they are very cheap."

"We ran here for the last time, and the proceeds were enough for us to squander for several years." Said this, the soldier paused.

He stepped aside and pointed to the many pedestrians behind him who were alone or with their families, but most of them in ragged clothes: "The people here are those who can't live in the south. Most of them are free people in the territory. It was difficult, so they took their families north to find the tribe to accept. On the way, they can also rely on the caravan to transport goods to get some food to live on."

"In the past, when the God of Nature hadn't awakened, there were no such things here, and the days were naturally very sad."

"Then what's here in the past?" the young man asked again, looking at those ragged and disheveled faces with some pity in his eyes.

"In the past?" The soldier sneered, and then said: "Some animal skins and local specialties, as well as countless weird ghosts and monsters."

Suddenly, it seemed that something had been thought of, and the faces of the surrounding people suddenly turned pale.

"Speaking of demonized beasts, a few days ago, in the south, another village was slaughtered by a group of demonized beasts."

Jetton sighed and said.

"I don’t know if you have noticed that in recent years, there have been more and more demonized beasts. A few decades ago, I could only hear some news occasionally, but in recent years, except here, almost every few months. There was news that the village was slaughtered once."

Everyone was silent for a while without talking, just watching the surrounding scenery quietly.

After a while, some people walked to another place, where some people were praying.

"What is this doing?" asked some people who came here for the first time.

The old man looked over there with a smile on his face: "Those are travelers and traders who believe in the **** of nature. Every time they get here, they will gather by the creek to pray."

He paused, then took out a leaf-shaped badge from his arms and said, "Is anyone going to pray with me."

Seeing this, everyone around smiled, and many people just got up and went up.

Over a long period of time, countless business trips in the north, these people have more or less contact with the **** of nature, and after realizing the great power of the **** of nature, most of them will choose to believe in it. Price, begging the sacrifices in the tribe to pray for it.

The people who had been sitting kept getting up, and seeing the number of people, it turned out to be nearly half.

After waiting for a while, everyone took out the stored rations, ate them with water, and then continued on their way. .

Approaching the evening, under the leadership of Old Jetton, the group saw a small town from a distance.

There were a few guard towers outside the town, and several warriors in cane armor guarded them. Seeing the caravans outside one after another came, two of them walked down.

"Jerton, are you here again this time?" a soldier asked in surprise when he saw old Jerton.

Opposite, Old Jetton nodded, a little helpless: "My three children, the eldest son has gone to the south, and I don't know how it is now. The other children also have their own things, but there is no time to come over."

"However, I also brought some of my people over this time and looked at the carriage from behind." He paused, then said.

Hearing this, another soldier on the opposite side smiled and said, "Could it be your grandson who has grown up and intends to bring him over to meet the tribe?"

Behind him, the young man watched Old Jetton talking with him in front of him, with some doubts in his eyes.

Seeing this, someone behind him laughed loudly: "Don't be surprised. Old Jetton was originally from the tribe in the north, so he is naturally familiar with them."

In other words, in a long period of time, naturally many people from the northern tribes came to settle in the south. After all, before Chen Ming woke up, life in the north was too difficult. After Chen Ming awakened, these people were able to become the first group of traders by virtue of their previous relationships.

After some people entered, they found that the scene was suddenly very different from the outside world.

There are many things in the town. Every house and every building looks solid and beautiful. There is a faint light from the outside, and a light green tree-shaped emblem is carved on the top of the house.

This is a building processed with magical arts. From the foundation to the materials, there are all the shadows of the magical arts. Even after the construction is completed, people will be asked to ask special sacrifices to come forward and bless.

In the town, there are flowers and plants everywhere, as well as big trees. Compared with the outside world, the plants here are very crisp, and the arrangement is neat and there is a kind of beauty of planning.

Some of the people in the group were here for the first time, but they couldn't move their eyes and looked around in a daze.

"Dad, it's so beautiful here." A shabby little boy looked at his father and said.

Hearing the child say this, his father smiled slightly at him, and was also shocked by the surrounding environment: "This is a place blessed by the gods, of course it will be beautiful."

At this time, several soldiers also stepped forward, faintly headed by a sacrificial man in a white robe, and came to these people.

The white robe priest explained the precautions to them on the spot, and then touched a divine emblem that exudes a faint brilliance, and the magical arts in his hands lightly moved, and a light of healing radiated out to the ragged crowds, to them The tired body regained some strength.

Then, several soldiers stepped forward and led them away.

Looking at these people, Old Jetton couldn't help sighing: "The number of refugees who have recently been in exile has increased a lot."

To his side, the white-robed priest heard this and nodded: "There are three times more refugees here this year than in previous years."

"So much?" On the opposite side, Old Jetton was taken aback.

"Yes!" A soldier sighed beside him: "Now the town is full. I heard that Lord Master intends to expand the town again this year."

Hearing what he said, Old Jetton was also a little helpless: "On the way here, I heard that there are a few more city-states going to war in the south. At that time, there may be more people going north."

But after a while, he looked at the number of guards in the town several times more than before, and curiously said: "What's the matter with you here? Why has the alert suddenly increased so much?"