Unspeakable bubbles

"He has a kind heart and never accepts anything from patients."

"By the way, the witch doctor is also very wealthy."

"News of him helping impoverished tribes often comes from the grasslands!"

"The witch doctor is a good person!"

"He was a good man, but unfortunately, he didn't believe in Khotan."

Bagen said with a look of regret, "He worships a different god."

"Are there other gods on the grasslands?"

“No, there will always be only one god on the grassland, and that is Mahakala,” Bagen said with a serious expression.

"However, there are other gods outside the grasslands."

“There was a period of time before, for some reason, that many believers of other gods would run to the grasslands.”

"That witch doctor is the most famous of them."

"Bagen"

"Ok?"

"That witch doctor, will he end up turning into a flower?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

Bagan exclaimed in surprise, "It wasn't just the witch doctors; eventually, all the followers of other gods were turned into flowers by Mahakala."

"Bubble discovered something."

The little girl said with certainty, "Mahakala, He loves flowers!"

“Yes, yes.” Bagen nodded repeatedly.

"In many stories, the protagonist's final fate is to be turned into a flower by the Great Black Heaven!"

"Are there any stories that don't turn into flowers? Bubble wants to hear a story with a different ending."

"Let me think, there must be one."

"Long ago, there was a little boy who grew up in a very poor tribe. He was naturally thin and weak, so he was always bullied by the other children."

Why are you bullying him? Bullying others is wrong.

“Because he is thin and small,” Bagen replied.

“It is difficult for a small and thin person to become a warrior, and if they cannot become a warrior, they will be looked down upon by other children.”

"So everyone keeps bullying him."

“Bagan, is your tribe like this too?” Bubble asked.

"Hahaha, how could that be!"

Bagen smiled and said, "Even if he can't become a warrior, he can still herd sheep, cut grass, and set up tents. As long as he is willing to work, there will always be a place for him in the tribe."

"Although the Hada tribe is small, everyone is very united."

"That's good, we need to work together!" The little girl smiled.

"Okay, let's continue."

"Although that child was always bullied, he was a person with ambition."

“He exercises every day during his rest time, hoping that one day he can become a warrior.”

"However, as I said before, it was a poor tribe."

“He was never full every day, yet he still exercised relentlessly. Over time, this caused health problems.”

"Once your body has a problem, then you really have no hope of becoming a warrior."

"The boy was desperate," Bagen said with a sigh. "He even thought about suicide."

"However, at the crucial moment, the merciful Mahakala appeared."

"It's here!" Bubble exclaimed excitedly.

“Mahakala told him that as long as he kept praying, one day he could become a warrior.”

“The boy was overjoyed, and from then on, he would pray loudly and praise Krishna every morning, noon and night.”

"The boy suddenly became like this, and everyone around him thought there was something wrong with his mind. Even his parents started to dislike him."

“These boys didn’t care. He kept praying, hoping that the Great Darkness would help him fulfill his wish.”

"And so, the boy persisted for a full forty years."

"Forty years!" Bubble's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's incredible perseverance."

Did he eventually become a warrior?

"It's done! On the night before he died from his serious illness, the Great Khan personally ordered that he be named 'Heaven-sent Warrior'."

Section 254, Chapter 253: An Encounter

"That guy didn't become a warrior in the end, did he? Bagen lied," Bubble said angrily.

"Uh, it's done! Bestowed by the Great Khan himself..."

“Bubble doesn’t think he wants the title of ‘warrior’,” the little girl said, frowning. “He wants to become that kind of, a real warrior!”

"There's nothing we can do; his health has been failing for a long time."

Bagen said helplessly, "Even if it's the Great Khan, this is probably the only way to comfort him."

"Even the Great Black Heaven couldn't grant that person's true wish?" Bubble asked without hesitation.

"This, this..."

Bagen stammered, "Mahakala, he definitely has a deep purpose!"

"Oh," Bubble nodded. "Bagen, continue!"

"Continue, do you want to tell more?" Bagen looked troubled. "Bubble, I've told you almost all the stories I know."

"Eh~"

"How about I tell you another story where the protagonist eventually turns into a flower?"

"No, no," the little girl shook her head repeatedly.

"By the way, Bagan, Bubble has a question for you."

"Don't ask any strange questions. I'm not a priest of the Black Heaven Cult, and I can't answer questions that are too strange," Bagen warned beforehand.

"It's not a strange question."

"When the Great Black God is angry, he likes to turn people into flowers. There are many kinds of flowers, but what kind of flowers are they?"

It's really not a strange problem, but unfortunately...

“Sorry.” Bagen shrugged. “I never thought about this when I was listening to stories before, so I don’t know either.”

"However, the flowers should be the common red or white ones."

"It's black."

The sudden female voice startled Bagan, nearly causing him to fall off his horse.

"who!"

Bagen looked around nervously and immediately spotted a group of people riding horses in the distance.

There were ten people in total, seven men and three women. Apart from the young woman who was being protected in the middle, the others looked at her with a condescending air.

Before he could think about why he hadn't noticed them before, Bagen immediately dismounted.

He placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to the woman in the middle.

"Priest, Bagan has been rude!"

Indeed, the young woman was dressed in a light green priest's robe with shamrocks embroidered on the sleeves, the formal attire of a Black Heaven Cult priest.

"It's alright, I was just answering this little girl's question as a priest."

"Her, um?"

The young woman's gaze sharpened; she hadn't noticed the little girl's appearance because Bubble had been hiding behind Bagen.

Are they from the Sen people?

She frowned slightly; if she had known it was a Saen, she wouldn't have said anything.

However, the mark between the little girl's eyebrows...

The priestess's gaze lingered on Bubble's face as she hesitated, about to speak.

“Priest, although this young lady’s family looks like the Sien people, they are actually from the Federation.” Seeing that the priest hadn’t spoken for a while, Bagen quickly said.

"The Stat Federation?"

"Hello!" Bubble waved to her at that moment.

"I am Bubble."

"Hello, cute little girl."

The priestess dismounted, comforted her companions for a few moments, and then walked straight toward Bubble.

"Bubble, can I touch your forehead?"

The priest stared at the seed-shaped mark between Bubble's eyebrows and asked seriously.

“Alright.” The little girl thought it wasn’t a big deal, so she jumped off her horse and walked up to the priest.

The young priestess extended her delicate fingers, and her fingertips gently touched the mark between the little girl's eyebrows. Her face immediately lit up with an expression of extreme surprise.

"Bubble, I'm so glad to have met you under the guidance of Daheitian."