Seeker of Teyvat

Greta smiled grimly.

"Hahahaha, no matter what's wrong with them, since they are things we have encountered before, they have no research value. Just kill them all."

Because of Nikolaid's request, Greta needs to collect any unknown creatures or objects she encounters, so she has the habit of asking questions before going on a killing spree.

Swinging the huge axe in his hand,

Split a twisted elemental creature in half,

The power from the holy remains surged in his arms.

The blazing flame flickered on the axe,

The sharp axe blade, pushed by the heavy axe back, cut the twisted creatures around it.

After Greta, a supermodel unit, joined the battle,

The attack of the twisted elemental creatures was quickly repelled.

The Red Sand warrior who had just spoken to Greta checked the battlefield.

Then he returned to Greta.

"Boss, these twisted elemental creatures are somewhat different from the ones I encountered when I accompanied Master Niguled before. They only left elemental power without any pollution."

Greta looked confused: "What do you mean?"

"Ahem." Facing his boss's bewildered expression, the soldier couldn't help but cough.

"Boss, these twisted elemental creatures have become like this because they have been infected by some kind of pollution. According to what Master Nigured told us before, after killing them, pollution and elemental power will be left behind. But now only elemental power is left, without pollution."

Greta nodded, as if she understood. "Oh, I see. They are healed."

Red Sand Warrior: ...

He was a little confused. Is this really the Greta who said she wanted to learn knowledge and pursue progress?

Why does it feel like there is an air of illiteracy?

After a pause, without expressing his inner doubts, the warrior explained to Greta: "Boss, being contaminated and being sick are not the same thing. In addition, I think this matter should be notified to the headquarters, especially Master Nigored, who is very interested in this elemental creature."

"It's just not working anyway. It's all the same, sickness, pollution." Greta curled her lips, looking indifferent. She was more interested in the soldier himself: "But, boy, how do you know so much?"

The soldier was a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "Everyone said before that you, Boss, said that the future of Chisha will need knowledgeable and capable warriors, so I found some books to read privately."

"Oh, you can read and write?" Greta looked at her subordinates 'seriously'.

The soldier nodded slightly: "A little bit."

"Okay!" Greta showed an expression that said I admire you very much and patted the soldier on the shoulder. "I've decided. You write the report and then give it to me for inspection. Young man, don't let me down."

After saying that, Greta glanced at the battlefield that was still being cleaned up, picked up her giant axe, and walked away slowly.

Leaving behind an excited soldier, he felt that he was favored by Boss Greta.

Sure enough, what the boss said was right. Smart people know that learning is the ladder to progress.

With excitement, the soldier felt that he must write this report clearly and concisely.

Only in this way can we live up to the appreciation of boss Greta.

Thinking of this, the young soldier returned to his tent and picked up paper and pen.

the other side,

Greta slowly returned to the tent, and then saw her deputy captain looking at her speechlessly.

"Compared to your absorption of knowledge, I think you are more talented in the use of tactics."

The deputy captain looked at his superior in amazement.

He had been watching the battlefield, so he naturally heard the conversation between his superior and the young soldier.

Just pat on the shoulder and say something nice.

The other party did Greta's job.

I do it willingly and feel happy about it.

The deputy captain had to admit that his superior was indeed quite good at managing his subordinates.

Greta put the giant axe aside, smiled, and said, "I tried to learn that knowledge, but perhaps the life of swords in the first half of my life made it impossible for me to read books. Using canned knowledge may affect my cognition. As one of the tribe's high-ranking officials, I can't take this risk."

"After considering that I might be outdone by other high-ranking officials in the tribe in terms of knowledge, I changed my goal. A simple, soldier-friendly, and not very bookish high-ranking martial arts leader might be more suitable for Chisha today."

Listen to Greta.

The deputy captain showed an astonished expression.

His impression of Greta was completely overturned.

It turns out that the boss in his heart, who only knew how to swing a giant axe violently, actually saw things more clearly than most of the former tribal leaders.

"Ha, Sid and I are the first tribal leaders to follow our God, and Sid is the winner among us. In this generation, unless Sid is desperate, anyone who wants to compete with Sid for power will wither."

As she spoke, Greta gave the adjutant a terrifying smile.

"Adjutant, don't tell anyone about these words."

The adjutant was startled and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, sir, I won't tell anyone and I dare not tell anyone."

"Yeah, that's good. As a token of my loyalty, adjutant, I'll trouble you with my camp report." Greta showed an evil smile.

The adjutant bowed his head.

Shit, in order to pull me into the faction, they told me about this horrible internal struggle among the top leaders and forced me to take sides.

Just to get me to write a report for you?

I really overestimated you just now.

The adjutant cursed madly in his heart, but in reality he nodded slightly: "Of course, sir, I will write it."

Greta nodded with satisfaction and walked slowly into the tent.

Leaving behind an adjutant who was gritting his teeth but had no other options.

After all, he was just an adjutant, and if he was really involved in the so-called high-level struggle, he might really die.

the other side,

After Greta entered the tent, an incongruous expression of disdain appeared on her honest face.

"I thought he was a real talent, but it turns out he is just a person with some ideas, but not many. What era is it now? The great Lord of Red Sand is sitting on the throne, but he actually thought that the top leaders dared to fight among themselves. It seems that those who read a lot are not necessarily smart people."

With a sneer, Greta took out a book from the corner.

On the cover of the book it is written:

"In-depth study of social forms, weaknesses of human nature, and the use and performance of rhetoric - Reference for senior graduates of the Yinlun School, 15th revised edition".

Well, although people who read are not necessarily smart people, smart people will definitely read.

After all, books are the ladder of human progress.

It's normal for a young... middle-aged man from his tribe to find a book to read.

Flipping through the books in her hands, Greta felt that she was on the path of acquiring knowledge.

In fact, he walked further than most tribesmen.

Chapter 474: Popularization of Void Terminal Red Sand

Next to Chisha Temple,

Where there was originally an open space,

Now it has become the residence of many high-rise residents in Chisha.

Maybe they thought this would bring them closer to the Lord of Red Sand.

In fact, according to their thinking,

The one closest to the Lord of Red Sand must be Sister Kasha Kallen.

It's a pity that this kind of physical proximity cannot make the Lord of Red Sand lower his eyes.

Only those who contribute to the tribe,

Only then would it be possible to receive the blessing from the Lord of Red Sand.

But what is even more pity is that from the time when the Lord of Red Sand came to the desert, to now the flag of Red Sand is flying in the desert.

There is only one person who can receive the gift from the Lord of Red Sand.

That is West Germany that is now hosting foreign guests.

"Welcome you, I hope you can have a happy time here."

Sid looked at the people in front of him and kept his posture very low, without the airs of the chief steward of the Chisha tribe.

He understood that the identities of the people opposite him were enough for him to pay attention to.

Ying and Paimon, this pair, were originally friends of his god. It is said that they also made great contributions in saving Xumi, so they should be respected.

Dina Zedai is an investigator sent by the Order Academy. To put it bluntly, she is here to deliver money. The Lord of Red Sand doesn't care. How can he, the great steward, not care? He cares too much, so Dina Zedei deserves his kindness.

Disia is a famous mercenary among the desert people. Her beauty and strength are often rumored among the people of the sand. Moreover, West Germany has known Disia for a long time. She was the child that the other party rescued from the northerners. We are still staying in Chisha. A hero who has saved children deserves respect.

The youngest one, Keli, was restless even in the arms of the Lord of Red Sand, so West Germany would naturally not offend her.

Therefore, West Germany was as polite as a well-educated scholar from the Imperial Academy.

Rather than a powerful manager.

"Of course, Elder Sid, I am very happy every time I come here."

Disiya knew West Germany best, so she was the first to speak.

Then came the most eager Paimon: "Daoyi said, I can have a free meal if I come to you."

West Germany was stunned for a moment, then nodded calmly: "You are a friend of my god, so naturally you don't need to pay for your 'big meal' in the desert. If you want to eat anything, Just write it down in my name when the time comes. I heard that other places have this form of accounting."

Sid smiled and shook his head, saying, "Don't laugh at me." "The desert is still too backward. People here have never heard of many things from the outside world. If you have any opinions, please tell me and we will try our best to improve them."

Hearing this,

Disia didn't react much. She was a desert citizen and had long been accustomed to this place. The things she cared about were gradually improving in the red sand.

Ying and Paimon just nodded and regarded this sentence as a commission: "Don't worry, if there is anything we find that can be improved, we will definitely inform you, elder."

Only Dina Zedei's originally calm face moved slightly, and then returned to calmness.

The smile on the face of the elder West Germany who looked at her was a little more sincere.

"Well, thank you very much." Syd nodded gratefully to Paimon and Ying, "By the way, Kallen told me before that you wanted to find Jade, but you couldn't find her."

"I've already sent someone to look for her. She and Tadra have been running away recently, but don't worry, they will be back soon. When the time comes, let them be your guides."

Ying looked happy. They had indeed gone to Jide first and then to Elder Xide.

It's just that Jade was not found.

Now that West Germany has sent people to help find it, it is naturally much more convenient.

"Thank you, Elder Xide." Ying thanked him.

West Germany waved his hand: "You're welcome, you are distinguished guests, this is what I should do."

After saying that, he looked at Dina Zedai: "Messenger of the Order, dear lady, my god has told me your purpose of coming. The people of the desert will keep in mind the gift given to Lord Little Lucky Grass King. "

"As one of the leaders of the desert people, I am also willing to persuade my people to put aside their past concerns and try to be friends with the rainforest people."

"Instead of pretending to be pretentious in front of the two great gods."

Listening to West Germany's words, Dina Zeide's gentle face changed slightly, but she still took a step forward calmly.

"Thank you, the great Lord of Red Sand, and thank you for your understanding. Whether it is a desert or a rainforest, there is nothing wrong with children. This time, what the Ecclesiastical Order has given to the desert is educational resources for children. We hope that this generation, as well as the previous ones, will The grudges of many generations can be alleviated in the next generation, and many generations after that.”

"Similarly, the process of promoting reconciliation also requires the help of Chisha. We have the same hope, that is, the sand-proof wall that blocks wind and sand will only serve as a sand-proof wall in the future."

Perhaps it was the childhood illness that made Dina Zedei more emotionally sensitive.

Her words always carry convincing power.