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

Realizing that no one was watching him anymore, Rhodes jumped out of bed, rubbed his stiff facial muscles, and then complained, "This self-inflicted injury scheme is really troublesome."

him at this time.

His body was clean, and there wasn't a single scratch on his face; there was no sign of injury whatsoever.

Blindfold.

This ability, displayed through divine power, was indeed a devastating blow to the Tanit tribe, who only knew brute force.

Listen to the chaotic noises outside the tent.

Rod chuckled. "Let it be chaotic, let it be chaotic, the more chaotic the better."

The words fell.

His figure disappeared into the tent once again.

This time.

In broad daylight, he prepared to teach the hunter Marcela a lesson.

Who told him to enjoy hitting himself so much back then?

Although Marcela couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes thanks to the illusion, she still needed to get revenge, otherwise she would always feel a little annoyed.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 117 It's time to prune the trees.

If Gowafa's death cast a shadow over the Tanit tribe...

So when Marcela died in the same way in his own tent, murdered in broad daylight, and the patrolling guards found no trace of the killer.

Not only were the elders living in fear, but a chilling panic was spreading throughout the entire tribe.

A man-eating wolf is hiding in the tribe, but no one can find it.

Especially in the following days, people continued to die in the tribe. Forget about finding the murderer, the tribe gathered all its resources, but in the end, they found nothing.

This caused widespread panic throughout the Tanit tribe, and even hunting activities were temporarily suspended. All their efforts were focused on defense and vigilance.

As for Rod, who had already cleared himself of suspicion, he reappeared in the classroom that Babel had prepared for him, welcoming a new batch of students.

Falcon.

The suicide warriors trained by Tanit are the Tanit tribe's most valuable and elite fighting force.

Babel originally found it difficult to get the falcon under her control, since Marcela and she didn't get along very well.

But now Marcela, who was the 'father' of all the falcons, is dead.

In addition, Gowafa also died.

The number of elders in Theya's camp was reduced from six to four. In addition, the two elders who were killed were powerful figures and military leaders in the tribe. This put Theya's camp at a disadvantage against Babel's camp, which had three elders.

They were tearing each other apart.

Babel ultimately succeeded in seizing command of the Falcon.

This saved her the trouble of negotiating with Marcela, and she simply delivered all the underage falcons that Rhode wanted, as he requested.

This was also the first time Rod hadn't asked anyone to leave the classroom.

"The falcon who has passed his coming-of-age ceremony is completely finished; he has turned into the shape of the Tanit tribe."

"But these children are much more innocent than the children born and raised in the Tanit tribe."

Looking at these young children covered in wounds, Rod sighed inwardly.

The Tanit tribe's practice of falconry is extremely cruel.

simply put.

It's like raising a venomous snake.

The rigorous training that disregarded life and death, the constant infighting, and finally, the coming-of-age ceremony where they had to personally kill all their friends, truly made them so that their hearts were filled only with killing and their tribe, with no emotion whatsoever.

'The falcon belongs to the hunter, not to the earth. Once bound and shackled by the earth, its eyesight and talons become dulled. How can I expect it to hunt for me then?'

This is what Marcela said when he was training falcons.

So Rhodes abandoned the adult falcons and chose to observe the falcons that were still in training.

"Such a large tribe, yet not many children are able to protect the purity of their hearts."

Nasita's voice was filled with sadness and a hint of weariness.

She hasn't been idle these past two days either, using her dreams to thoroughly observe all the people of the Tanit tribe.

A large tribe with several thousand people.

In addition, this is not Sumeru City, and the signal of the void terminal is very unstable. What used to be an easy task now leaves one feeling extremely exhausted.

According to Naxi Da's summary.

Rhodes also divided the Tanit tribe into three categories.

Cannot be killed, must be killed, and can be killed.

Those who cannot be killed are mostly children.

Those who must be killed include all the elders, warriors, and a considerable number of people living in the lower districts.

As for those who can be killed.

Another meaning is that it's okay not to kill.

These are mainly concentrated among the children who were driven away by Rod.

In fact, according to Rhodes's idea, they were beyond redemption and should be killed to prevent future troubles. However, Narcida wanted to keep them alive so that, whether they were forced into hard labor or something else, they could be properly educated and perhaps have a chance to turn back.

in other words.

Nasida held onto a sliver of hope for her child from beginning to end, even though it was certain that the child was completely black, she still hoped to find a glimmer of light in this absolute darkness.

In this regard.

Rhodes did not argue with her, but continued to stir up conflicts in the Tanit tribe according to his own plan, while eliminating those who might cause him trouble.

For example, Asarig, the first warrior of the Tanit tribe.

This guy was the most difficult assassin to kill in Rhodes's assassination plan.

However, the reason why Asarig is difficult to kill is not because he can withstand Rhodes's sneak attack, but simply because this guy has an exceptionally strong vitality and is also very good at playing dead, almost fooling Rhodes.

If Nasita hadn't reminded him that the guy was still conscious, he would have truly escaped this fate.

After finishing today's classes.

Looking at the young eagles whose faces now held a radiant glow befitting their age, Rod nodded gently.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, they were still young, and even though their hands were covered in blood, they still looked somewhat human.

Calculate the time.

Rod has been in the Tanit tribe for half a month, and has spent half a month with the children that he and Nasida both believe have a future.

"The progress is much faster than expected."

Recalling what the young eagle named Tadella had said to him after class today, Rhodes returned to his tent. Looking at the food Babel had brought, he didn't touch it, a hint of sarcasm appearing on his slightly upturned lips.

Using something and then throwing it away—that really fits her personality.

These foods are the ingredients from the poison recipe written by Rhodes.

It is clear.

Babel didn't believe Rhodes at all; he was being used as a test subject.

If Rhodes were just an ordinary scholar.

So regardless of whether he recognized these deadly things or not, he was doomed.

"A sandstorm is coming soon."

After muttering something to himself, Rhode sent a message to Desia using the Void Terminal. Then, he took out the "Persuasion Through Reason" weapon, which he hadn't used since it was made, and quietly began to clean it.

They've been stirring things up for so long.

All those who might cause me trouble have been dealt with.

The time is ripe; only the final step remains.

As Rhodes waited patiently, time ticked by.

The sky grew increasingly dark.

The wind howled fiercely outside, and shouts and curses filled every corner of the Tanit tribe.

soon.

Amidst several cries of "A sandstorm is coming!", the guards responsible for watching over Rhodes roughly lifted the curtain and hid inside Rhodes' tent.

The massive sandstorm predicted by Nasita arrived right on time.

The guards watching over Rhodes weren't going to stand outside like idiots waiting to be eaten sand. These few of Babel's confidants knew very well that Babel was now planning to get rid of Rhodes, so they no longer treated Rhodes like a human being and barged in, spewing profanities.

However, to their great surprise...

Rhodes, who was always as timid as a lamb, did not show his usual submissive expression this time. Instead, he was carrying a thick iron rod that reached his shoulders and staring at them with a smile.

"you--"

Before the words were finished, several muffled thuds rang out, and amidst the splattering of blood, the tent fell silent once more.

Kill these people.

Rhodes took out the Void Terminal and Narcida's leaves, ignoring Narcida's calls for him, and placed them all by the bedside. Then he picked up the Persuader and went outside. Looking at the sky, which was covered in yellow sand and seemed to be red, he said softly, "It's time to prune the trees."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 118 The Red King will forgive you.