Fang Zhou, I'm just a farmer, not Shennong!

If Lu Yuan had not made up for his shortcomings in his studies, he really wouldn't have understood what he was saying now.

After all, a case similar to Surtel's had also occurred in Dayan, and because it was too famous, it was even recorded in the Ministry of Rites' materials.

The specific reason is that hundreds of years ago, Dayan produced a magic sword. Whoever used the magic sword would instantly gain powerful strength, but the person's spirit would also collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye until the mental breakdown and finally turned into a madman.

It was called a curse among the people at that time.

However, after the then Ministry of Rites Heavenly Master came to investigate, he discovered that the so-called magic sword contained fragments of a giant beast.

Anyone who wields this sword is wielding the power of a behemoth, and after binding with the sword's spirit, memories are also shared.

But the brain of an ordinary person simply cannot carry so many memories, and in the end, they gradually lose their ability to distinguish themselves in the huge flow of memories.

This case from Dayan is really similar to the current situation of Surtel.

In other words, it cannot be described as similar, it can only be described as exactly the same.

of course.

The only difference is.

One is passive binding and the other is active binding.

The difference is.

One is just a user, equivalent to a temporary worker.

One is...the person chosen by the behemoth.

"Is there any way you can cure me?"

Surtel looked at Lu Yuan, and vaguely, she felt some inexplicable anticipation. The incomplete memories in her mind and the gradually lost self made Surtel live in a daze these years.

Sometimes, she wasn't even sure whether what happened yesterday, or even the moment before, was real.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a solution for now. Besides, even if I did have a solution, I wouldn't be 100% sure. After all, your current situation is entirely my guess."

"All right.."

Surtel was a little disappointed.

"However, I believe that as long as it is a disease and the cause is known, there must be a treatment."

A little light gradually appeared in front of Surtel's eyes.

She was like a drowning person who finally saw a ray of light and a life-saving straw.

Her current condition is too torturous.

The confusion of memory is only secondary; the biggest problem is that she gradually loses her sense of self.

Surtel looked at Lu Yuan. She could not clearly sense the overly powerful aura from Lu Yuan.

"Deal, I protect you, you heal me, how about that?"

Surtel said seriously.

The reason she said this was that she was quite sure of one thing: these three people at least had no ill intentions, and even if they did have malicious intentions, she would not be afraid at all.

The Levantine in her hand will burn everything in the world. It is also because of this that Surtel can wander freely on this land.

Lu Yuan didn't expect Surtel to say that, but after thinking about it, Lu Yuan nodded and said, "Deal, you be my bodyguard, and I'll find a way to treat you."

"Our current destination is the distant city of Kazdel."

"Me too."

Said Sulter.

"I came here following a fragment of memory. The scene in that memory is likely also in Kazdel City."

The two hit it off immediately.

Huang and Skadi, who were standing next to Lu Yuan, also didn't expect that Lu Yuan would just come here and easily take a girl of mysterious origin away with him.

This efficiency... is too high.

This made Huang wonder if Lu Yuan often did such things.

Volume 1: Chapter 178 Tracy: Hey, if Lu Yuan were here with us,

The reason why Lu Yuan was willing to let Rashitel join his group was simply because this girl was too special.

Although in theory there is not much difference between it and being a divine agent.

But there are significant differences in essence.

Ordinary agents of gods are either the incarnations of gods themselves, or ordinary people who have obtained the power bestowed by gods. However, it is quite rare for someone like Surtel to be bound to the fragments of gods in the form of souls and to share their success together.

This binding method.

If Surtel dies in the future.

The God Fragment, that is, this sword will also suffer considerable damage.

Although it will not dissipate directly, it will also fall into a dormant state for a long time, and it will take who knows how many years to wake up.

This binding method is quite uneconomical for any god fragment.

Because of this.

Lu Yuan is still quite interested in Surtel.

Moreover.

With the blessing of divine power, Surtur's own strength has long surpassed the level of elite operators and is quite powerful. Having such a person join his own Civilian Food Association will definitely be of great use.

Moreover.

Many powerful operators in Rhodes Island were picked up by Kal'tsit along the way, so it is also reasonable for her to pick up operators herself.

Let's deal with Surtel's affairs for now.

Lu Yuan turned his attention back to this remote and impoverished village.

Before Lu Yuan came, quite a number of ordinary Sarkaz villagers had been huddled in the corners, looking at this place, their eyes filled with fear, and even more were numb.

Perhaps they have already gotten used to this kind of life.

Such a look.

Lu Yuan had seen too many of them in Longmen and Ursus.

They are all a group of the most ordinary poor people at the bottom of society.

Although such people have demonic horns on their heads, which symbolize the Sarkaz, what connection do they have with the word "demon"?

Lu Yuan looked at a group of people at the bottom of society and sighed slightly in his heart.

Even though he has seen so much over the years, Lu Yuan still feels particularly heartbroken every time he sees something. He can't bear to see it.

It is precisely because of this softness in his heart that Lu Yuan can continue to walk on this difficult road with no future in sight.

"Let's go."

Although Lu Yuan wanted to say something, no matter how much he said, it would be useless. The only thing he could do now was to reach the city of Kazdel and let the Minliang Society take root again so that these poor people could have enough to eat.

Just as Lu Yuan and the other three turned around, at this moment, one of the slightly elderly, hunchbacked Sarkaz men called out to Surtel.

"Wait a moment, young lady."

Surtel turned his head.

The old Sarkaz man walked up to Surtur holding a piece of dry biscuit made of unknown substance in his hand.

"Thank you, Miss, for helping us kill these hateful blood demons. We are so poor here that we don't have much to eat. These are for you. Please don't despise them."

Only then did Surtel remember.

She came to this village to ask if there was anything to eat, but she didn't expect to run into the blood demon right after she asked. After all this, she actually forgot about this matter.

Although since being bound to Levantin, Surtur has become almost immune to a large amount of damage and Originium intrusion, even the physiological functions that humans have have been greatly slowed down.

But slowing down does not mean nothing.

Surtr will still be hungry.

Surtel instinctively wanted to reach out and take it, but she fell silent again.

Because...the group of people in front of her seemed to need food more than she did.

"Please put it away."

Lu Yuan walked over, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the dry biscuit back.

"It must be very difficult for you to live here."

"Hey..."

The old Sarkaz sighed heavily.

“I’m used to it… I’m used to it…”

"Perhaps, this is fate, to be born as a Sarkaz."

"The young people in the village have all become precarious mercenaries just to make a living, and us old, weak, and sick people, eh..."

The old Sarkaz's tone was filled with despair.

They don't know what to do.

They don't even have the right to escape and can only accept the suffering silently.

Lu Yuan looked at the villagers in this dilapidated village, most of whom were elderly people, disabled middle-aged people and young children.

When decisions are made at the top, only the people at the bottom suffer.

Lu Yuan frowned deeply.

He took a deep breath and said seriously.

"Old man, I don't expect you to believe me. I, Lu Yuan, swear hereby that within six months, all the poor people in Kazdel will have enough to eat!"

There was another sentence that Lu Yuan didn't say.

"Anyone who stands in my way! Whether it's an individual, a force, or a country, I will show no mercy!"

Since Lu Yuan did not bring any food with him, before leaving, Lu Yuan asked every household in the village to bring out a large bucket.

Lu Yuan waved his hand casually, and streams of water filled so many large buckets with clean water.

Such an action immediately frightened the group of ordinary villagers so much that they almost knelt down and called Lu Yuan the water god.

After leaving the village, Lu Yuan set out with Huang, Skadi and the newly joined Surtur to chase the Rhodes Island ship that had already sailed away.

............

Victoria, Londinium, The Shard.

Tracy was dressed in military uniform and a cloak wrapped around his back, standing on the platform of the Sarkaz Military Factory in the Shard.

Looking at the high-altitude airship that was gradually being completed in the military factory, his expression became more and more serious.

Tracy knew.

When the airship is completed, it will be time for him to declare war on Terra.

Kazdel now has no way out. The terrible living environment and Terra's constant suppression mean that as soon as it develops a little, it will be immediately hit by a violent storm and will be broken up again.

This repetitive process has been repeated countless times in Kazdel's history.

"Theresa, your dream is too far-fetched. Kazdel's time...is running out."

The wind from the distant wilderness made the cloak of Tracys flutter on his back.

He was ready to sacrifice his life to create a new future for Kazdel.

At this moment, a young Sarkaz walked up to Tracys and reported respectfully.

"Your Highness, there is a message from Kazdel."

"Speak, Manfred."

Manfred nodded, he unfolded the envelope and read the secret text inside that belonged only to the Sarkaz.

"Two days ago, a large land-based ship was heading towards Kazdel City. It is very likely that it is now close to Kazdel City."