I Am God

Chapter 109 Slaves and Craftsmen

Only once a month in a remote town, people from nearby Sanyeren villages will come to participate. At this time, the town will be extremely lively.

The hawker sat on the ground, with a few simple things in front of him.

The most common are all kinds of bone artifacts, the rare ones are some precious stones and gems inlaid objects; the most common food is the ancestor fish, in addition to some rare things caught in the sea.

There are tall three-leaf men carrying a basket made of naked fern plants, holding children in their hands and walking through the crowd, and young people frolicking through the market.

Today, Stan Tito also came to choose what he wanted.

“Hey!”

A slightly familiar voice suddenly came from behind, and the craftsman squatting in front of the booth immediately turned his head, but only saw one back.

He stood up and chased after him, and then saw him in a quiet street corner.

This is a female trilobite with white bones, and she looks at Stan Tito with a smile.

Stan Tito recognized him at a glance and bowed respectfully.

“It turned out to be His Royal Highness Saliman!”

Princess Salliman stepped forward, and her words were full of pity: “Stan Tito, you actually became a craftsman here.”

Stan Tito nodded: “Because I am a craftsman.”

Princess Salliman shook her head: “No, you are the descendant of Saint Tito, the chosen lucky child.”

“You shouldn’t waste your life here. You were born with a unique mission.”

The noble princess reached out to Stan Tito: “Come on!”

“Lucky children, we need your help.”

Stan Tito looked at each other quietly, his eyes unmoved.

“Help you what, help you fight Henir?”

“I don’t care about the war between you and Henir at all, let alone who will become the king of Shinsai.”

After speaking, he turned and left.

Saliman looked at Stan Tito who turned to leave, and cried out anxiously.

“We just want to preserve our own country! Is there anything wrong with this?”

“This war has been fought for too long and too many people have died.”

Stan Tito smiled without looking back: “If you don’t want to fight anymore, you don’t want dead people.”

“You can surrender now, and this war will end soon.”

Saliman chased up: “I hope you can help us open the door to the kingdom of the gods and pray to the great God Insai.”

“Stan Tito.”

“Even if you don’t want to end this war, don’t you want to become the second saint to see the gods after your ancestors?”

Stan Tito finally stopped, something in Saliman’s words moved him.

He turned around and looked at Princess Salliman seriously.

Ask her: “Opening the gate of the kingdom of God requires you to give up some of the most precious things. Are you sure your king will be willing?”

Saliman immediately agreed: “Of course!”

“Our loyalty to the gods has never been in doubt.”

Stan Tito let out a chuckle: “What if you are to give up the Lukh monster as a price?”

Salliman’s eyes were taken aback, and there was hesitation in his expression.

But she still said: “Wang will definitely make the right choice.”

For a while, Stan Tito’s heart moved.

He felt that he might be able to let the prince and the king of Sommo give up the power of the Rukh giant, thus welcoming the gifts of the gods from the kingdom of gods.

Give up destruction and welcome the light.

———–

Stan Titoku sat all night and thought about it all night.

He felt that this time it might not be so easy to come back. In the war between the Genil Dynasty and the Samo family, he could be a neutral, but as long as he intervened, it meant that he would never be able to turn back.

No matter what his reasons and original intentions are.

What greeted him was either a hopeless success, Death, or a more tragic ending.

But he still felt that he should go, because he felt that this might be the last hope.

Too.

Sanye people finally gained hope for a bright and future.

Genil thinks that he can open up a new era by becoming a king, but Stan Tito doesn’t think so.

So many generations of kings and generations of heroes cannot change the status quo.

Even if Henir became the king of Hiinsei, he could not perform miracles. He was just one of those kings.

He may be close to Yeser, but he will never become Ledniche.

He thinks like his own ancestors.

Only the creative power of dreams can give Sanyeren the future.

He quietly watched the sun rise and stood up.

Finally, he made a decision to set off.

He was just waiting for someone to arrange everything else before setting off.

On the coast, a figure walked along the waves following the rising sun. It was the slave who often came to learn the art of craftsmanship.

He bent over in front of Stan Tito on his legs, panting.

“Grandmaster!”

“What’s the matter with you suddenly looking for me?”

Stan Tito told him: “I am going to a very far place, it may take a long time to come back, or it may not come back.”

“so.”

“I have something to entrust to you.”

The slave boy was stunned immediately. He looked at Stan Tito reluctantly: “Can you not go? Master?”

Stan Tito patted the slave boy on the shoulder: “No, because it’s a very important thing.”

The slave boy nodded and said, “Oh!”

Since it is a very important matter, there is no way.

“If it’s a master’s matter, I will definitely handle it.”

Stan Tito asked him, “Do you have a name?”

The slave shook his head: “I don’t have a name, and the master calls me black bugs.”

Stan Tito thought for a moment: “Then I will give you a name, eh~”

“How about Sandean?”

The slave froze for a moment: “Sandean?”

“What means?”

Stan Tito lowered his head and looked into his eyes: “Preacher.”

“That is—the person who inherits beliefs and thoughts.”

The slave boy still looked blank, but Stan Tito had already put his hand on his forehead, a powerful force flooded his mind, illuminating the eternal light in his consciousness.

“The gift of power.”

The slave boy saw a light spreading in front of him, rendering everything white.

He felt deep in his own mind, as if something had been opened, and a brand new world opened the door to him.

“what is this?”

The slave boy still didn’t understand what had happened, but he knew what extraordinary things he had gained.

Stan Tito’s words came in his ears, and they were deeply imprinted in his heart.

“Sandean!”

“My name is Stan Tito, heir to the will of the saints of the Tito family.”

“Although you are not a member of the Tito family, the saint Tito’s will has never been inherited by blood. I hope you can inherit the saint’s will and my ideals.”

“Saint Tito hopes to bring the magical power of goblins to the world, and I hope that our civilization can enter the next era.”

“This time I left to find Hiinsae’s future.”

“Whether I succeed or fail.”

“I look forward to you still being able to pass on the beautiful wishes of Saint Tito and my dreams.”

“This is where your name comes from.”

“It’s me, my good wishes and wishes to you.”

Stan Tito just passed a trace of blood to the slave boy, just enough for him to unlock the power of mind reading ability and consciousness communication, and it is impossible to become a high-level priest.

After all, he still needs to stay strength and do the next thing.

But for the slave boy, this is already unimaginable.

He jumped from an ordinary slave to the existence that inherited the blood of the Ledericky myth.

After turning on the opponent’s power, Stan Tito led him to the dark room in the room, a room that no one else was allowed to enter.

In the room, one plant after another is growing the cup of the sun.

Stan Tito brought Sandean to the most central plant, took up the flowerpot and placed it in front of Sandean: “This is made by the great poet who saw the gods and was called the saint by the world. The cup of the sun left behind contains all the memories he left behind. It is a huge library.”

“certainly.”

“I also left my things inside. If you are interested, you can look for them.”

Stan Tito smiled at this point, but he didn’t say exactly what he left behind.

The slave named Sandean was holding the cup of the sun, and he couldn’t believe he looked at Saint Tito’s relic.

Can such a thing really be given to him as a slave?

He was in a trance, as if in a dream.

It wasn’t until Stan Tito stepped out of the door that he suddenly chased after him and shouted at the other party.

“Grandmaster!”

“I am a lowly slave.”

Stan Tito waved goodbye with his back turned, a smile appeared on his face: “Oh? Really?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m just an insignificant craftsman.”