In Teyvat, it all begins with rescuing the grass god.

It seems he's going to cause trouble for those troublesome students again.

Watching her retreating figure, Rhodes shook his head and sighed in unison with Nasita, "What a pity."

Pity.

Even with such an open mind, Babel has been assimilated by the desert. Although his thinking far surpasses that of those desert people who are content with the status quo and have no ambition, he is still unable to break free from the constraints of the desert.

After the daytime farce, coupled with Babel's admonition.

Rod's next lesson was very easy.

He also easily kicked all the children that Nasita considered hopeless out of the classroom.

that's it.

The first day of classes was managed to end successfully, albeit with some difficulty.

After a day of intensive teaching, Rod was somewhat listless.

But he can't go back to rest yet.

As agreed with Babel, I had to report to her about the day's events after finishing the lesson.

"This damn job."

After muttering a few complaints, Rod dragged his weary body into Babel's tent.

And this time.

He saw two familiar faces in the tent.

same.

The two men also saw Rhodes.

They first looked surprised, then their eyes widened in horror as they pointed at Rhodes and shouted, "Elder, it's him! It was him who killed our hunting party brothers!!!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 114 Babel's Whispers

"It's those two people you mentioned running away with before."

Nasita reminded Roddow.

Although she didn't know the two people, Nasita easily recognized their identities through her mind-reading ability.

"Ok, I know."

Rod replied with a cold laugh.

He will never forget those two faces for the rest of his life.

Even if those who attacked and killed him were reduced to ashes, he would still recognize them.

But now the situation has reversed.

At that time, Rod was begging them to let him go.

Now, seeing Rhodes, they become like frightened birds, constantly complaining to Babel, trying to get Babel to suppress Rhodes through the tribe's military force.

And after listening to their words, Babel's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Rhodes.

Before Rhodes could even try to defend himself, she spoke to the two of them, saying, "I remember when you came back last time, you reported that the person was using the Eye of the Ice Element."

"Yes, yes, it's the Ice Element God, the God of..."

Before the word 'eye' could even be uttered, the two men were speechless.

The eye of the grass elemental god on Rhodes' waist shone brightly; anyone who wasn't blind could see it.

Then I thought about what I had just said.

They suddenly felt dizzy.

It is a consensus on the continent of Teyvat that no one can possess two Eyes of God.

Since Rhodes already possesses the Eye of the Grass Elemental, it means he is definitely not the same person who suddenly obtained the Eye of the Ice Elemental and then single-handedly slaughtered almost the entire hunting party.

"Elder Babel, what are you talking about here, a murderer?"

Rod seized the opportunity and asked timidly.

His innocent little expression, coupled with the powerful evidence from the Eye of the Grass Element, immediately left the two who had just been accusing Rhodes dumbfounded.

Did they really mistake one person for another?

But they could never forget that face, no matter what.

A seemingly harmless little lamb suddenly bared its fangs at them and, in a ferocious manner, nearly slaughtered the entire hunting party. Had it not run fast enough, it would have been left in the desert to feed the red vultures as well.

Now you're suddenly saying that the person in front of you who looks exactly like that little lamb isn't the same person?

Could they be twins?

Think of this.

Their eyes lit up, and they exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

Yes, that must be the case!

This guy must be the murderer's twin brother, born of the same mother!

"Elder, he and the murderer must be related by blood. Even if they aren't brothers, they must be close relatives. Arrest him and avenge our brothers in the hunting party!!!"

As if they had grasped at a lifeline, they pointed at Rhodes and shouted repeatedly, wishing they could tear him to pieces right now. Looking at their agitated and furious appearance, it was as if they had a very deep relationship with those few kin who died tragically, and they swore they would not be human if they did not kill Rhodes.

That makes perfect sense.

After all, desert tribes never seek revenge based on the principle of assigning blame to the perpetrators.

If you are a relative or friend of your enemy, kill them first. As for the real culprit, kill him if you can find him, and if you can't find him, kill everyone you can find who is related to him.

From this perspective...

Rod, identified as the murderer's 'twin brother,' is certain to die today.

However, what those two people never expected was...

They've already said that.

Babel, however, remained indifferent and said, "Get out. If you dare to point fingers at our distinguished guests again, I'll feed you to the crocodiles."

As soon as these words came out.

The atmosphere immediately froze.

This is blatant favoritism.

Rhodes, who had been coldly observing the two robbers' madness, finally managed a smile and very tactfully stepped forward to present a list: "Elder Babel, this is the children's class schedule for today."

Babel took it, glanced at the two robbers who were still staring at Rhodes defiantly, his face turned cold again, and he frowned and said, "Get out of here!"

Seeing that she had truly decided to side with Rhodes, the two robbers dared not utter another word and immediately fled in a hurry, bowing and scraping.

"It made you laugh."

Despite saying that, Babel showed no remorse on her face. Instead, she adopted a superior attitude and casually flipped through Rod's evaluations of the children.

Poor, Good, Excellent.

There are only three kinds of comments from Rhodes.

Apart from that, all the others had a big X drawn over their names.

This was the first time she had seen anyone use this mark, but Babel could still tell the meaning of this simple symbol at a glance: the children marked with an X were the ones who had been kicked out of class by Rod.

“Mr. Rhodes, you have driven out more than half of the children in the tribe.”

Babel's voice was slightly cold, clearly indicating that she was very dissatisfied with the result.

The extremely low level of education among desert dwellers is completely detrimental to the development of their tribes.

These are Babel's original words.

In her mind, a tribe should not only know how to kill, but also learn to farm, read, do business, and learn other ways to make a living.

Only in this way can the tribe achieve true development.

Therefore, after she became an elder and successfully gained power.

She then began her reform of the Tanit tribe.

“Children of the tribe should all receive a good education.” Babel tossed aside the list Rhodes had given her, crossed her arms, and stared at Rhodes, saying, “These children alone are not enough.”

"Today I saw that there are still many children in the tribe who haven't been sent here yet."

Rod replied, seemingly ignoring the question, "There should be some capable and promising children among these kids."

But Babel's reply was ruthless: "You were born a waste and don't deserve an education."

"Besides them, there are others."

Rod pointed in one direction: "Over there, I also saw quite a few healthy children."

There were indeed quite a few children who hadn't been brought to that spot yet; scattered here and there, numbering no less than a hundred.

According to Nasita's observations.

These children are not the sick or disabled people in the lower-class areas; they all have very strong bodies and are all quite skilled at a young age.

However, Babel seemed to have no intention of sending these children over, not even to make a gesture.

These words made Babel, whose face was already stern, furrow his brow even more deeply.

She realized that Rod was referring to the child from somewhere.

then.

She calmly said, "Those children are Marcela's falcons. All they need to do is fight; they don't need to learn anything."

Falcon.

This is not a name unique to the Tanit tribe.

Many desert tribes have a tradition of adopting or abducting young children and training them to be loyal falcons to the elders, specifically for carrying out sordid and shameful tasks for the tribe.