Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

It also saved her as a person.

If it weren't for the boy in front of me.

The high priest thought so.

I'm sure I'll completely break down at some point in the future, right?

even.

They may not even live to see the end of the world.

The moment the answer slipped out.

The high priest then understood what the young man was trying to say.

She was stunned.

He then withdrew the step he had taken.

Yes.

Just like the divine messenger before me.

She hoped her gratitude would be accepted by the other party, and the people must feel the same way.

just.

She was still a little hesitant.

after all.

The high priest knew the tribe too well.

So much stuff.

Food and alcohol.

Everything is available.

For many people, it must have taken them a lot of money, even if they emptied their savings.

The high priest was willing to accept the people's gratitude.

But if this causes the other person to go hungry.

That would be putting the cart before the horse.

"In that case..."

"How about throwing a victory celebration banquet?"

The boy's voice rang out again.

It felt like a gentle breeze.

He can always clear away the fog for her.

Find the right direction.

A victory celebration banquet?

The young man said calmly.

"Use these things."

"Why not just throw a party?"

"It's a way to treat everyone and strengthen relationships."

The high priest's eyes lit up instantly.

Yup!

And this trick!

"I'll go right now—"

He hadn't even finished saying his sentence.

He met the boy's meaningful gaze.

She paused.

"I."

"Should I not have done this myself?"

"You're smart."

After thinking for a moment.

The high priest hesitated before calling Zaina over.

"High Priest, Divine Messenger!"

Zaina was beaming with excitement—despite the wounds on her hands.

But it didn't affect my good mood at all.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"There's something I need you to do."

The high priest briefly explained what he wanted to do.

"I... was injured in the battle just now, so I wanted to ask you for a favor."

What do you think?

Mingling rarely takes the initiative to hand over her tasks to the people in the tribe like she does now.

This is the first time such a request has been made.

In a short time.

I was actually a little nervous.

immediately.

The high priest saw that Zaina's eyes immediately reddened.

She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

Mingling: "..."

what happened?

Was the task I set for myself too difficult?

She frowned.

His face, which was always dignified and upright, could not reveal any more expressions for the time being.

The only option is to find a replacement.

If there's anything you don't understand...

"Just ask me."

"Or myself..."

"No!"

Zaina suddenly became excited.

He said with a look of being flattered.

"High Priest, that's not what I meant."

“But you’ve never had the tribe help you like this before.”

"I am so honored!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it right away!"

Done.

They ran off in a flash.

That silhouette.

There was even a hint of anxiety.

It was as if they were afraid the high priest would take the mission back.

The high priest followed her retreating figure.

Then Zaina returned to the patrol team.

They said a few words.

Then.

Everyone showed expressions of surprise.

Then they all became incredibly energetic, like they'd been injected with adrenaline.

I had just been busy all night.

The patrol team members were the first to bleed to support the barrier, and their physical strength was greatly depleted from fighting the natural disaster.

now.

But you can't tell at all.

The high priest was somewhat bewildered.

beside.

The boy's voice suddenly rang out.

"Didn't you notice?"

"Are there people in this tribe who want to protect you, the high priest?"

The high priest bit his lip.

For the first time in my life, I had the feeling of "What have I been doing all this time?"

She lowered her head slightly.

"I was wrong."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

"Ok?"

Su Qing raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

"The high priest means..."

"Did I win that bet?"

Mingling was stunned for a moment.

That's right.

There was also a bet involved.

An anonymous pact.

It flows in the blood.

If the divine messenger before him could resolve the high priest's troubles, he would swear to be loyal and follow him forever.

The moment I remembered.

The high priest instinctively denied it.

"Of course not."

"Ok?"

He met the boy's deep gaze.

The high priest hesitated for a moment before speaking.

But soon.