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Al slapped his head. He had been feeling a little gloomy these days because of his plan for the refugees. It was inevitable that he was in a low mood. As soon as he came back, he basically vented his emotions on different bodies. Every day, he would ejaculate many times on his wife, the sheep mother, and the maids. Occasionally, he would have a slightly heavy-mouthed skit with Claudia and Ann to end the day's fatigue.

The mind is inevitably a little confused.

Al stopped tapping his deputy, stood up from the throne, looked down at the four mages who were sincerely praying for blessings, and nodded.

"You have shared a lot for me, so I will not be stingy with my reward."

The boy raised his left hand towards them and pointed his index finger at the four people. The red-robed wizard shuddered all over when he saw this, and his breathing became a little rapid. He walked to the bottom of the stairs without stopping, first prostrating himself to show his obedience and submission, and then he stood up carefully and stood under Al.

It was difficult to tell what the masked boy was thinking. Al lightly tapped the red-robed wizard with his finger.

The other three mages followed closely behind him and stood in a row on the steps.

Chapter 132: The Appearance of Truth

How strong is Al?

It has always been a mystery.

The tribesmen would not think about this question. They almost unconditionally worshipped the Four Mothers and their agents in the mortal world, the eternally chosen gods, the sons of the four gods. Under the command of Aiel, the tribe was victorious in every battle and had never failed. No beastman would consider such a question:

Who is better, a Ragehorn Guard or the Everchosen?

The Centaur chosen by the Blood Mother Goddess was also ridden by her adopted son...

Human beings have a deep-rooted tradition of attributing sacredness to commanders and rulers. Strictly speaking, such a tradition exists everywhere in the world.

So it is obviously normal for the slightly "petite" "Beast King" who looks superior to all the beasts compared to those mighty beastmen warriors. From religious beliefs to secular authority, no one will question the legitimacy of a boy ruling his people.

This is hard to imagine in another world. For the nomadic forces, the old leader passed away and the heir was young, so an open civil strife and conflict was almost imminent.

Even within agricultural civilizations where the inheritance of power was relatively more stable, various conspiracies caused by the reason of "the monarch is not yet mature" emerged one after another. A person who looked young, even if he showed genius-like shrewdness and charismatic charm, would inevitably be despised by others.

This is why El has always liked to stay with his adoptive mother, Centaur.

Even with the dual protection of the Four Gods' blessing and the ruler's authority, the tribesmen have always shown absolute obedience to the Eternal Chosen. Ai'er has also been in an "unsafe" psychological environment for a long time. Therefore, every time he goes out and wanders around, he almost always goes with the centaurs. The force and prestige of his foster mother are a guarantee for the boy and an extension of his authority.

This mentality is probably similar to that of Prime Minister Cao when he met the Hun envoy.

He didn't dare to treat this world as a simple game, or an epic story in which a businessman could force his editor to destroy the world just for the sake of financial reports.

Before Al learns to use his innate and ever-growing power, perhaps a little rabbit girl can cut off the head of the Eternal Chosen with a dagger, see Fan Qiang and Zhang Da.

So, after Al gained his own power, he no longer had to have his adoptive mother by his side all the time.

Because now, he has added a third layer of protection to his rights and security—protection that is in his own hands.

The shadow of a blue raven flew out from El's fingertips and hovered in the air. The red-robed wizard trembled all over, his eyes fixed on the shadow of the blue raven, and moved with it.

At the right time, Al gently touched the red-robed wizard's forehead, which was wrinkled with excitement. A blue wave burst out from his body, surrounding the four wizards at the same time.

The four of them exclaimed in unison. Countless images and fragments that were difficult to describe in words flashed and passed through their eyes and minds like streams of light, containing knowledge, secrets, truths, taboos...

Endless treasures!

Endless power!

Endless...temptation!

as well as.....

Endless danger.

The mages eagerly used the endless treasures that they could only observe and absorb at this moment to fill their endless desire for knowledge. They sank into the boundless ocean and would rather sink forever than swim in it.

But all emotions are extremely dangerous once they exceed the limit.

Time passed quickly. In the mages' subjective minds, it seemed as if unimaginable years had passed, and yet it also seemed as if only a short moment had passed. In reality, it was indeed the case. In just a moment, Al snapped his fingers and sat back on the throne.

"That's enough."

The boy's voice awakened the mage from his enlightenment, which was so vast that even a mortal could never comprehend one ten-thousandth of it in his eternal life, but there was one exception.

The wizard in green robes still stood stiffly in the same place, with his head held high, his eyes rolled back and emitting a gorgeous blue light.

His body was trembling slightly, his fingers were unconsciously grasping his trousers, and his lips were constantly trembling.

"He who knows is not troubled, he who is wise is not confused... Omniscient... Omniscient! Truth! I have seen the face of the Omniscient and Omnipotent!" The green-robed wizard's tone was fast and crazy, and his face revealed a fanatical, eager expression.

The boy raised an eyebrow and raised his voice slightly.

"I've said enough."

The other three mages quietly spread out and faced their strange green-robed companion.

“I saw the face of truth!”

The green-robed wizard suddenly let out a sharp scream!

Strong blue light emanated from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes! His entire appearance could no longer be seen, as it was obscured by the blue light.

He raised his head, fell to his knees, a crack appeared on his chest, and his whole body began to burst from his chest like a broken porcelain.

Al pursed his lips and said nothing. He waved his hand while sitting on the throne. The green-robed wizard's head popped like a misfired bomb, and his whole body fell backwards toward the steps.

His body quickly charred and withered in the process, shattered all over the ground, and turned into piles of debris and ashes that could no longer be recognized.

The other three mages looked at each other, and each of them could feel the fear of their companion.

Al shook his head and said coldly, "Knowledge is endless. His obsessive pursuit has put himself in danger that he cannot escape."

"Curiosity, thirst for knowledge, and the driving force behind the progress of civilization are things I value very much...but extreme emotions bring not only blessings, but also disasters."

The three mages who restrained their desires and voluntarily left the magnificent scene that Al showed them did not speak. The purple-robed mage still had a trace of luck on his face, as he almost chose to do the same as the green-robed mage and ignored Al's reminder, continuing to explore knowledge in the blessing of the Omniscient until he became a part of that knowledge.

The red-robed wizard was the first to come out of his fear. He took off his hood and knelt solemnly on one knee.

"By your glory and grace, we are able to satisfy the thirst of those who seek knowledge."

Al looked at the pile of ashes that had lost its human form, sighed with regret, and said, "Our cause will be eternal and continue into the afterlife of the world. I hope that when I enter Bilbali... everyone will come to greet me." After that, he stood up from the throne.

The other two wizards also knelt down before the boy. "The foresight of the Supreme Eaglet guides us in our search for the truth."

"By your honor!"

The boy smiled and did not try to keep the three people. The main reason was that their act of sneaking into the tribe itself was risky, and they also lost one person because of this incident.

So the three mages wisely chose to leave, as there were still a series of follow-up actions to deal with. When they walked to the door, Al's voice came from the throne.

"Learn to exercise restraint!"

The three of them bowed to the throne from a distance again, then turned and left, accompanied by the Beastman guards.

Al crossed his legs and lay on the throne in an indecent but comfortable posture, with his head tilted back, looking at the dome in deep thought.

Just as those believers who fail in the challenge or cannot withstand the blessings of the four evil gods will become chaos eggs, the faith of the Four Mothers, although more gentle, is not without danger.

The followers of Blood Mother may lose control, fall under the control of killing and destruction and turn into war machines; the followers of Pleasure may demand more "satisfaction and happiness" due to their strong greed; the belief in Kind Mother is still okay at present, at most people's personalities become a little weird, perhaps because of the sacrifices made by Kind Mother herself.

The biggest risk for the followers of the Omniscient One is that, like the Green Robe Wizard just now, they are dominated by the thirst for knowledge and curiosity, and cannot control their desire to explore all possible knowledge, even if it is forbidden and dangerous knowledge.

The Omniscient One had reminded him that the current stage was still good, but when Chaos returned and the faith in the evil gods revived, those of his Four Mothers' believers who had taken extreme paths would most likely choose to leave the Four Mothers and join the Four Gods.

This is something he must pay close attention to in the future.

Chapter 133: The father is unkind, the son is filial

Nothing seems to happen today.

The boy stood up, glanced at the ashes on the ground, gave a few instructions casually, and started slacking off as soon as he found a chance.

Al did not return to the back room, where his harem and he usually were.

After all, no matter how delicious the meal is, you will get tired of it if you eat it every day. When the opportunity permits, you should go out for a walk.

Isn't it fun to sit in an open carriage, tour the tribe, and feel the loyalty and enthusiasm of the people towards you which becomes stronger every day?

There was a handsome man named Pan An in Ai'er's hometown. Whenever he went out, little girls, big sisters and even old women would throw flowers and fruits on his cart to show their love, and "the cart was full of fruits." Gao Changgong, the King of Lanling of the Northern Qi Dynasty, who had some military talent, also received the same treatment. History said that every time he got fresh fruits for free, he would share them with his subordinates.

Al thought that his appearance should be comparable to that of "looks like Pan An", although he was not as "humble as Cao Xiang, not worthy of being a hero in distant countries", and he also had the charm bonus given by Joy. Unfortunately, when he went out for a walk with his guards wearing a mask, many people saluted and greeted him from afar, but no one came up to show respect to the wise and humble and to "be with the people" with the Eternal God's Choice.

Al thought about it, and thought that this was because wherever he went, the Angry Horn Guards would gather closely around him, and the mighty Blood Mother Army would march in armor and hold weapons, and mortals would be more in awe of him than close to him... isolating the inside and the outside, which was a sign of the power falling into the hands of others!

El Hu was lost in thought, and asked the guards to adjust their formation. He walked in front, and the closest person to him was a wisent staff officer.

With the book in hand, you may be inspired by the Eternal Chosen at any time and anywhere, so you must always be prepared to record it truthfully, with slight modifications, as a powerful weapon for internal and external propaganda.

I don’t know who else can see into those things except the beastmen and the humans of the tribe.

After walking around for a while, the result was the same. Whether it was the beastmen or the humans, they were all respectful to him, and their words, expressions and actions were genuine, just slightly different from what Al had expected.

The children were less restrained and less awed, and seemed quite interested in Ai'er. They followed the team of the Everchosen not too far away, chattering and making a lot of noise.

Whenever Al looked at them, they would scatter and hide in the surroundings.

Al felt that he had unknowingly grown younger again. Being stared at with curious and admiring eyes by a group of children, he felt an inexplicable pressure, as if he was being targeted by a group of wild beast cubs that were not very dangerous but had great destructive power. So he quickened his pace, and on the way, he asked people everywhere and understood the people's sentiments.

Pull over some passing men, women, and animals and ask them:

Questions such as "How is your life? Are you full? What difficulties have you encountered? etc." can be regarded as fully listening to public opinion.

Then clap your hands.

it is good!

very good!

It is very important. Send it immediately to my eldest daughter, Misha Theseus, the leader of your First Legion and the eldest of all your sons and daughters. Order my daughter to deal with it!

Then go to the next place, leaving behind: The Everchosen has been watching us! His prestige with his people.

When you have a job, it's nice to slack off.

When you have a job and can throw it to other people to do it without complaint, slacking off is the most satisfying thing.

Al walked along the way and sighed.

I have to say that Misha, the eldest daughter, is really useful.

When she was still young, Niu Niu had a tendency to transform into a donkey, but after Al established an army and divided the military and civilians into four parts and gave them to his four sons to lead in the development, Niu Niu put all her work enthusiasm and sense of responsibility inspired by her father's love into her work.

After Ai'er's successful expedition brought a large number of refugees back to the forest with their families, he would often - and later on permanently - call back his descendants to stay in the tribe to run errands for him and handle affairs.

If we split up, there would only be those things to deal with. Besides, given the current scale and distance, it has not yet reached the point where it must be guarded by a strong authority, otherwise it cannot be maintained. It is enough to hand it over to the remaining administrative and military forces to be able to operate and develop normally.

And Misha did live up to El's high expectations. She worked diligently and, like the source of the other half of her blood, cultivated this fertile soil that had yet to be developed for El.

The descendants are very much in line with El's wishes. They are loyal, have faith, ability and enthusiasm. Under El's leadership, the ship of the tribe has been sailing steadily and fast with the assistance of the descendants' sailors.

Sometimes Al couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

Isn't it a waste to use these "supermen" and "demigod angels" only for fighting? Shouldn't their super energy and will be put into other directions, such as administrative management?

El secretly criticized the fifth evil god, the cold sun.

He felt that he did not have the extraordinary omnipotence (realism) and great love for the entire race like the Emperor, a love that was so firm that it would not tolerate any other compromise or wavering.

But Al acknowledges that he could do better in other areas, such as the very important:

The innate development and acquired education of offspring.

We must absolutely avoid Misha stabbing the chainsaw sword into El's stomach with tears in her eyes, and saying in a sobbing voice: "Father, inherit the throne!"

Or he led a kind of fallen army with his rebellious brothers, the two armies faced each other and opened up their battle array, angrily scolding his little father, "Death to the false emperor!"

The mere thought of such a scene is terrifying, so even though Al was still a young man who had just reached adulthood, he tried his best to "play" the role of a father and a leader. In addition to the innate responsibilities, emotions, beliefs and other factors, it was necessary to add an insurance of "fatherly love" within the tribe.

He also had to make sure that his sons would not crowd around their eldest sister, Misha, to mount the shield and issue a manifesto against their father.

As for losing his job...Al thought about it and felt that it was a bit unkind of a father to leave all matters to the donkey...er, the cow.

Thinking back, it seems that I have rarely worked with my daughter in this period of time. Every day, I either run around, or travel around under the banner of running around, or come back to stay in the back room, ogling her beautiful bodies.

So he immediately planned to bring people to comfort his eldest daughter, and then the father and daughter would cooperate in governance to enhance their bond.

Then I saw Niu Niu and his staff officers coming over and just happened to block Al who was slacking off.

The young father stood in front of his eldest daughter. The latter's body grew much faster than Al's, probably because of her other half Tauren blood. Her body size was almost close to that of a Centaur. Al could only reach the part above the Tauren's belly.

The eldest daughter is very strong and solid. She has everything she should have, but some parts are too strong and I don’t know if that’s a good thing.

However, from Al's normal (Fried) aesthetic point of view, his eldest daughter is still very good-looking, with a faint smile on her face all the time, which is very pleasing to the eye.

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