Original God, I am the only designated Red King God Envoy of Xumi

Chapter 26: Aji Printing Press

Dixia raised her sword and chopped off the enemy's head cleanly and neatly. The head fell to the ground from the "tree" like a ripe "date".

"Oh, there are really some blind guys who dare to come." After Yi's instructions, Dixia was 100% alert and guarded against possible enemies. In the second half of the night, there were really a few daring guys who dared to come.

There were only less than ten people, and they were defeated by the Blazing Beast Hunters in just a few minutes. They failed to cause any disturbance.

"Dixia, how are you doing?"

"It's been resolved. What do you say?"

"Hey, these are just petty thieves, chopping melons and vegetables, not worth mentioning."

Dixia and the Blazing Beast Hunter mercenary who came to inquire about the situation smiled at each other. This was the first time they had "exercised their bodies" since coming here, and now they even felt a little unsatisfied.

"Alas, it's too bad that we have to clean up next." As the mercenary spoke, Dixia's face fell.

The so-called cleaning naturally means dealing with corpses. It is not an easy job, but someone has to do it. In order to ensure that no one suffers, no one should just stay and come to work.

This cleaning took more than half an hour.

It was almost dawn when Amber and his group returned to the Chinanian clan. Abdul needed to hunt some fresh meat for tonight's negotiations, so he would be busy for a while. The rest of the people still had time to sleep until noon.

Amber gave Dixia a few instructions, asking them to work overtime and then returned to the room.

The evening negotiations required her to ensure sufficient energy, and she could no longer hold on. Ji, who had been sitting on Amber's shoulder doing nothing, also flew to the table, looking at the notes, flipping through them with some boredom. Amber had no intention of interfering and quickly fell asleep.

Ji flew back and forth in the room bored. She had no intention of leaving the room - she would definitely be questioned endlessly. She had already realized this halfway and when Dixia just saw her. It would be better to wait for Amber to wake up and let Amber explain herself.

Ji accidentally caught a glimpse of a booklet that seemed to be hand-bound. The words on the cover of the booklet caught her attention, something like "Pinyin Textbook". Ji picked it up with both hands and placed it on the table. With her small body, she opened it with some effort and read it carefully.

When Amber woke up, she saw Ji flipping through several familiar booklets, and she immediately came to her senses.

"What are you doing!"

"?!" Ji was startled and almost fell off the table. She finally managed to steady herself, but saw that the booklets had been taken away by Amber and protected.

"Ah... I haven't finished reading those stories yet!" Aji suddenly became anxious and flew up to get the booklet back, but Amber's defense was perfect and could always prevent Aji from attacking from any direction.

Those booklets contained the pinyin teaching materials she wrote and some books for preschool literacy, including some adapted fairy tales, such as the story of a strong little match girl who, with the help of an older sister, changed her life through her own hard work and knowledge, and completely escaped from the suffering of her original family; there was also the story of a girl who had endured for many years and finally obtained evidence of her family's corruption and bribery, and sent her stepmother and sisters who had bullied her for years to jail to take revenge.

It not only tells children what is wrong, but also makes them realize that changing their lives requires them to study hard, become stronger, and then rely on their own hands to achieve it. It can be said that this is a story that is very consistent with the values ​​of the new era, and it has enough exciting points to fully mobilize the readers' emotions.

This was very novel and interesting to Ji, who had been sleeping for hundreds of years, and he was fascinated by it for a while.

Kohaku struggled with Matsuri for a moment, then sighed and handed the booklet to Matsuri.

Well, these will have to be sent to the bookstore for printing anyway, so how can I not dare to show them to others?

Ji seemed to have noticed Amber's condition and was not in a hurry to continue watching.

"Did you write this?" Ji pointed at the booklets.

"Yes." Amber nodded, lifted the quilt and quickly put on her clothes.

"Hmm..." Ji nodded and flew over to help Amber with her hair.

It is obvious that Amber doesn't pay much attention to dressing up. Her hair is a little dry and split. It makes me feel sad. It's a pity that such a good foundation is not cherished.

Fortunately, although she is weak now, she still retains some of her magical abilities and can be slowly restored to health!

Amber was too lazy to care what Ji did to her hair. It was okay as long as he was happy.

"Those stories are actually quite interesting," Ji Chuyan commented. "You can tell the author wants to convey a new value: 'A happy life is achieved through one's own hands and hard work.' The protagonists, whether male or female, are independent and confident, or become independent and confident through the course of the story."

"After all, it's a fairy tale for children." Amber nodded, agreeing with Ji's opinion.

“It’s just that the illustrations are a bit…simple.” At this point, Ji seemed to be unable to hold back his laughter. In the book, one could clearly sense the author’s state of wanting to draw something but being unable to do so due to his own abilities, and ultimately being able to only draw simple sketches.

"..." Amber was rarely embarrassed. She sighed deeply and said, "I can't help it. I'm not good at drawing."

There is probably no perfect person, just like Amber is not good at painting. Her handwriting is pretty good but she is not good at painting. There is nothing wrong with admitting that.

"Well, let me show you something good!" As Ah Ji pointed at the box containing papers, dozens of papers automatically arranged into a spiral around Ah Ji. Ah Ji's small hands touched each other, and as she rubbed them, the papers glowed. It seemed as if those papers had their own consciousness, with words and pictures automatically appearing on them and arranged in an orderly manner.

But in a moment, they gathered together, and after the light faded, what appeared in front of Amber was a beautifully bound book.

The cover of the book depicts a woman whose prototype is obviously Amber, but she is much more gentle. She holds a pen in her hand, and many wonderful creatures are created as she writes, surrounding this "writer" like hearts surrounding the moon.

There are a few big words written on the cover: "Chi Nian Fairy Tales Collection", the author column in the lower right corner is Chi Nian, and the editor column is "Sacrifice".

"It's quite... formal." Amber didn't know how to describe it for a moment. The ability displayed by Aji really surprised her. Judging from the cover alone, it was extremely exquisite, but she didn't know what the content of the book was like.

Amber opened the book and saw the table of contents. Amber had written a total of eight simple stories. In addition to the little girl who changed her destiny with knowledge and Cinderella who took revenge, there was also Mr. Bear who won people's recognition with his own efforts and made others no longer afraid of him; the little prince who was the youngest heir who was not favored by anyone, but became a wise king through his unremitting efforts day after day.

As Matsuri said, the protagonists in the stories are independent and confident, or become independent and confident during the story, which is also the quality she wants her children to have.

In addition, there are also stories that serve as negative teaching materials, such as the feathered beast that gives a beautiful feather to everyone who praises it, but never considers whether the person is praising it sincerely, and finally plucks all its feathers and freezes to death miserably in the cold winter. Children should not only read beautiful fairy tales, but also need appropriate exposure to some "cruelty".

The book created by Aji records eight such stories, the text is annotated, and the pictures are just right and vivid.

"I didn't know you had this ability." Amber closed the book and praised from the bottom of her heart.

"After all, I am a former historian. Although I have lost most of my power, I still retain the ability to create books. If you provide me with enough paper, I can publish books as efficiently as anyone else."

Aji puffed out her chest, which was completely invisible, and put her hands on her hips with an expression that said, "I'm so awesome!"

"How fast exactly?" Amber put the book on the table. She felt that she might not need to look for any bookstore. She didn't expect that this town spirit was not a freeloader as she had thought at first.

And... it's quite useful.

"Assuming there is enough paper, I can make nearly two hundred books in an hour by alternating between working for ten minutes and resting for ten minutes!" Aji raised two fingers, his amber eyes shining.

Now even Amber's eyes lit up. This little town spirit was really no freeloader. How come she hadn't noticed that there was a small printing press hidden next to her before!

"Then please produce one hundred copies of each of these booklets. I'll make you a special meal tonight."

"Huh? Is that all?" Aji flew in the air and slowly approached Amber's face.

"Won't you kiss me~?" Aji seemed to have returned to her original slightly frivolous look. She pointed to her cheek, and a cute smile appeared on her slightly chubby face.

"...Cough." Amber avoided her gaze and subconsciously leaned back a little. Aji was too close to her. Although she was cute, it was still a bit scary to see her eyes full of Aji.

"Hmm~?" Aji continued to approach relentlessly, and Amber, who had to ask for help, finally had to take action.

"Okay... just this time, it won't happen again." Amber took a deep breath to suppress the faint yet surging blush on her cheeks, and put her hands through Aji's armpits to pick her up. Aji also turned her head a little and tapped her cheek with her fingers again.

Like a dragonfly touching the water, Amber's lips only touched Aji's cheek for a moment before separating. She still seemed uncomfortable with it.

Aji didn't force it, which was a big improvement. As for the "only this time, never again"... Aji would make it a lie.

She had noticed more than just those booklets before; she had also taken in all the research on amber. She was now completely convinced that her judgment was correct—the owner she was entrusting with her real name must have a "story" about her.

Ah Ji likes people like this the most, especially those who are good-looking——

Chapter 27: Clan Union

As night fell, Anil and a follower rushed to the Chi Nian clan.

His already gray stubble made him look a little shabby, and it was unreasonable for a clan leader to attend the banquet with only one follower.

Only Anil himself knows the clan's current situation. With the oasis where the clan is located shrinking, the survival of the Li clan is already in jeopardy.

There are only six or seven clans in the lower wind erosion land, and there is a large clan between the upper and lower wind erosion lands - the Shayihe clan. This is because there is a large oasis between the upper and lower wind erosion lands, and there are some small oases scattered around. The Shayihe clan is the largest clan in the entire wind erosion land except for Aru Village.

The situation in the upper wind erosion area is relatively much more severe. There are many oases there, but most of them are small and scattered. There are no less than ten small clans scattered there, and there are constant conflicts. In addition, the oases in the desert are generally shrinking. There may not be many habitable places in the upper wind erosion area within two generations.

For Anil, this banquet was essentially a "gamble". It was the other party's home turf, and although the other party's envoys were very polite, no one could be sure what was hidden under the politeness.

But he had nothing to lose. If he won the bet, the clan could continue. If he lost... the young people in the clan could join the Gilded Brigade or go to Kawanyi to find a job as originally planned, which was better than dying here.

"Uncle, do you really believe what the other party said?" A young man who looked less than 20 years old and followed Anil spoke, and there was unconcealable worry in his words.

"Asheng, there's nothing we can do about it. If uncle wins the bet this time, your parents won't have to fight on the edge of a knife in Kawanyi, and your family can be reunited." At this point, Anil's eyes dimmed a little, his brows were tightly furrowed, affecting many wrinkles around them, which looked like raised "gullies", making him look very old.

"..." Ah Sheng pursed his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment. For the continuation of the clan, more than a dozen young and strong men of the Li clan left the clan to go to Kawanyi or work as mercenaries to make money. The people of the Sand could only do these jobs, selling their labor or even their force.

When asked if he wanted to reunite with his parents, of course he did. In the past few years, his parents only came back for half a day during his coming-of-age ceremony, and spent this time with him. Until now, Asheng didn't know how they were doing outside.

"...Uncle, do you really believe those people have a way to cure the shrinking oasis?"

"It's not a question of whether I believe it or not, Asheng." Anil sighed, and his energy seemed to be exhaled a little with his breath, making him look even older.

"But I can only write a letter, I can only take a gamble. If I lose... Ah Sheng, there's a secret compartment above the bed in my room. It contains my savings. When the time comes, you can take it and go find your parents. You're still young, and there's hope as long as you're alive."

"..." Ah Sheng suddenly felt his eyes sore. His parents were away from home all year round, and it was his uncle Anil who was usually responsible for his guardianship. Anil taught him almost every skill he knew. Seeing Anil's current appearance, Ah Sheng felt very uncomfortable.

The Li clan was like a home to him, and the cruelest thing was to watch his family fall apart bit by bit with his own eyes.

There was a hint of determination in Anil's eyes. He didn't really want to come here. In the game between powerful clans, only clans like theirs would suffer. But the envoy of the Chi Nian clan saw the plight of the Li clan at a glance. Under the temptation of "methods to control the shrinking oasis", he had to take a risk no matter what.

Anil looked not far away. The wind blew through the rock wall, blowing up their cloaks. Unknowingly, they were getting closer and closer to the Chinanian clan. Anil could see the road with date palms and tamarisks planted in an orderly manner - this was very novel.

In Anil's opinion, planting trees is a thankless task, which wastes energy and water, and it is easy for the trees to fail to survive. However, the trees and shrubs before him clearly survived after being planted, which was a scene Anil had never seen before.

"Uncle, look!" Ah Sheng was young and had much better eyesight. He saw at a glance the human-shaped objects hanging above the rock walls on both sides. They were clearly strong and skilled fighters - at least they used to be; now they were like rag dolls, hung on both sides of the rock walls with ropes, exposed to the sun.

"...This is a demonstration, Asheng." Anil's expression was solemn. He had lived for a long time and was familiar with the surrounding area. These people were wearing ribbons with the "Red Crown" Brigade logo, so their identities were obvious.

This was a complete demonstration, a demonstration to the surrounding clans including the Li clan, as well as a demonstration to the Dujin Brigade that might have any ill intentions.

"I remember that this Golden Crossing Brigade was led by..." Ah Sheng did not finish his words. He and Anil looked at each other for a moment, and they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

If they remembered correctly, the Red Crown Clan seemed to be not far from here. This was a naked provocation to the Red Crown Clan.

...Is it arrogance or confidence?

Anil didn't know, he just took a deep breath to calm his mind and walked towards the Chi Nian clan's headquarters.

After turning a corner, a scene that Anil had never seen before appeared in front of him: a new green oasis with lush greenery, houses arranged in an orderly manner, watchtowers that had been built, and the Blazing Beast Hunter mercenaries patrolling everywhere.

Anil immediately understood why this clan was not afraid of the Red Crown Clan. Being able to hire so many Blazing Beast Hunters, and being able to hire Blazing Beast Hunters who usually maintain neutrality, what is there to be afraid of?

"You two are from the Li clan, right? Please come this way. The leader has been waiting for a long time." Yi, who had just arranged several people from the Ya clan, saw Anil, who met the characteristics described by Maha, and walked over quickly.

Anil took another look at the house which looked no less beautiful than the one in Aru Village and nodded silently. Asheng followed Anil without saying a word.

"This is it." Yi pointed to the conference room and paused before speaking again: "The leader has also considered the arrangements for the entourage. Please follow me to another place."

Upon hearing this, Asheng looked at Anil, and Anil nodded. Asheng calmed himself down and followed Yi's footsteps.

There were patrolling Blazing Beast Hunter mercenaries everywhere around him, and any one of them could beat him hard, which really put a lot of pressure on him.

Yi brought Asheng to another room not far from the meeting room. As the door opened, a table of food appeared in front of Asheng.

There were several other people sitting at the table - they were obviously followers from the Crow Tribe, and they also seemed a little uncomfortable with this kind of scene. Among them were Abdul and Gabriel.

Yi walked into the room and sat in the main seat - she would entertain the attendants on this side, while the other side would be left to Amber.

A Sheng hesitated for a moment, walked into the house, closed the door, and sat on the empty stool.

As usual, he spoke a few words casually. These followers were not here to cause trouble, and since there was no serious business to discuss, they soon relaxed and the distance between them became much closer while they ate and drank.

Putting aside the situation on Yi's side, Amber's side was obviously much more formal. Anil walked into the meeting room and felt the depressing atmosphere in the meeting room.

The very young leader of the Chi Nian clan sat in the main seat. Just by sitting there, she exuded a kind of majesty that was inconsistent with her appearance. On her left sat the leader of the Crow clan, Sanjara.

Sanjala nodded to Anil, and Anil nodded slightly in return. They had met before, and since their clans were close to each other, they were semi-acquainted.

Anil felt that the sturdy young man on the right side of the square table was very familiar. He seemed to be the messenger from before. But why was he sitting here?

After Amber gestured for him to sit down, Anil slowly sat down with many doubts. He waited for the leader of the Chinanian clan to explain.

"It seems that you two are not strangers to each other, so we can skip some steps - in short, as the inviter this time, you can call me Amber, and I am the leader of the Chinanian clan." After Amber said this, she looked at Maha who was sitting on her right.

"This was my capable subordinate in the past, but now he is..."

"This isn't quite right, Chief of Chi Nian," Sanjara said, looking rather disgruntled. "You don't allow us to bring our followers in, but your trusted subordinates can sit here... Even though you're the organizer of this meeting, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Sanjara's words weren't very harsh, but the meaning was clear. Their followers couldn't enter under such circumstances. Sure, but as a sign of sincerity, Amber couldn't let her men in either, right? Now, with things like this... it was hard not to doubt the sincerity of the leader, Chi Nian.

“…” Anil didn’t say anything, but he obviously had the same concern.

"Two leaders, you have misunderstood." It was Maha who spoke. He picked up the wine jug and slowly stood up.

"Yesterday, I was still the chief's subordinate, but now, I sit here as the leader of the former Red Crown Clan, now the Red Nian Clan."

As he spoke, Maha took the four cups to himself one by one, filled them with wine, and handed them to everyone one by one.

Sanjala no longer had the intention to pay attention to these things. Her attention was completely drawn to Mahad's words.