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

Yi walked quickly towards the direction where Amber was. Seeing this, Amber knew that something important had happened and regained her serious expression. Only Aji was still thinking about something and had not yet come to his senses.

"Chief, the leader of a traveling clan has requested an audience. She hopes that the Red King Divine Envoy will take in their clan, which is on the verge of extinction."

When Yi said those four words, she was obviously not used to it. After a long time of getting along with each other, she had become accustomed to the "magic" of amber itself. Now suddenly she had the title of the Red King's Messenger... It was indeed a bit strange.

But it is not unacceptable.

"Well, let's go." Amber nodded when she heard this. She understood in her heart. She had thought of this as early as when the rumor began to spread. The people of the sand had not seen hope for too long. Now that a beam of light appeared, they naturally had to hold on to it tightly. This was exactly what Amber wanted.

It would take a lot of manpower to transform the environment around the Chi Nian clan, and according to Amber's calculations, this oasis could accommodate at least 500 people if properly planned. In addition, there was another oasis of considerable size on the branch clan's side. In the short term... she would welcome all traveling clans.

Before the two of them arrived at the meeting together, Amber pushed open the door of the conference room.

What caught my eye was a woman who was nearly fifty years old. It was hard to imagine that such a person was still supporting an entire clan - especially a traveling clan.

Traveling clans often change their bases, and because of this behavior, they can use oases that appear and disappear depending on the season, which has certain advantages, but they also have to face more unexpected situations.

In comparison, there are far fewer traveling clans, and most clans settle in one place and rarely migrate.

The traveling clan is called the Masala clan, named after its leader. This woman, who is nearly fifty years old, has traces of time on her face. She looks very tired, but after Amber arrived, she still forced herself to get up.

"Lord God's Messenger! I beg you to take in the Masala clan! We can't bear to travel for too long. If we continue like this, the clan will come to an end..." There was a hint of pleading and hope in Masala's words. She originally just wanted to give it a try, but after entering the Chinaian clan and seeing the rumored artificial oasis, she was truly convinced.

That was definitely the mighty power of God! This messenger of God was indeed just as the rumors said! He had a pair of amber eyes, and that strange creature sitting on his shoulders—everything was exactly as the rumors said!

"Of course, the Red King's messenger will not abandon the Red King's people." There was a hint of warmth in Amber's words, which was like a reassurance, making Marsala feel much more at ease.

"Thank you very much! Lord God's Messenger!" Marsala almost fell to her knees. Amber helped her up and let her sit on a chair to rest for a while.

"Then from now on, you and your clan will be part of the Chi Nian clan. I will send people to bring them in, and soon your own house will be built."

Upon hearing this, Masala hurriedly thanked him again, with tears in her eyes. Although the Masala clan would no longer exist and would become a part of the Chinanian clan, what was there to be dissatisfied about?

They are by the side of God's messenger, and with his protection they no longer have to worry.

Amber left Masala behind and asked her to rest for a while, and then sent someone to pick up the Masala clan as agreed.

All Masala wanted was a place to stay, nothing else. Coupled with his trust in the title of Red King's Envoy and the natural intimacy it brought, the reception ended with astonishing efficiency.

Chapter 35: Shadows Under the Prosperity

"A Luo, what are you thinking about?"

In a busy sawmill, a Sand People who was working hard raised his head and looked at his companion who was just giggling and even stopped chopping wood with an axe. His eyes were full of confusion.

"Hey, didn't I tell you before? I have a son whom I haven't seen for four years."

"Yes, what's the matter?" The busy man, shirtless, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and distractedly continued the conversation.

"Now I can go back and reunite with my son and his mother." When he said this, the smile on the man's face became even wider.

"What? Didn't you say that your clan had some problems and that's why you came here to work? Is the problem solved now?"

"Yes, I'm telling you, the one who helped my clan solve its problems was 'that person'!"

"Which one?"

"Lord God Envoy!"

When he said this, a hint of pride flashed in the man's eyes, as if this was a great thing.

Hearing this, the shirtless man subconsciously looked to his left - that was where the supervisor was. The sawmill was surrounded by high walls on all sides, and the only door was a large, tightly closed iron gate. The small hut where the supervisor rested was built next to the large iron gate, and the door would not be opened unless he announced the end of his work.

"...That's indeed good news." The shirtless man put away the worry in his eyes, but the man who was just grinning didn't notice any of this and continued to chatter away.

"I told my son I was a mercenary, but I'm not much of a fighter, so I just work everywhere to earn money." Luo sighed slightly, "My child's mother is helping people move things around here to earn money. She went back yesterday. I plan to leave in the next two days."

"..." The shirtless man fell silent. He looked towards the supervisor's hut again and sighed imperceptibly.

"Have you told the boss?" The shirtless man gathered all his strength and split a wooden stake in half with one axe. There was a hint of worry in his words, but unfortunately A Luo didn't notice it.

"Yes, I asked the supervisor to tell the boss last night that I'm quitting."

"...Something bad has happened." The shirtless man's face changed. He was about to warn A Luo a few words when a voice disrupted his plan.

"A Luo, the boss is looking for you!"

That was the voice of the overseer, who was now standing in front of the door of the hut. There seemed to be another man in the hut who was dressed more elegantly and dressed like a businessman. Like the overseer, he had white skin, different from the brown skin of the Sand People.

"Oh! Here he comes!" A Luo quickly threw down the axe in his hand and walked quickly towards the supervisor's hut. He ignored the words spoken by the shirtless man and failed to notice his solemn look.

The shirtless man - he was called "Brother Tiger" by his coworkers because he had once killed a mane tiger that had strayed into the sawmill. In addition, he had a lot of seniority here, so many people respected him.

Compared to others, Brother Hu is more familiar with this place. He looked at A Luo's back as he left with a worry that was hard to conceal - A Luo had only been here for a few months and was not very clear about the rules here, but he knew them very well.

With that "contract" in hand, Ah Luo can't leave...

"Boss, are you looking for me?" On the other side, A Luo pushed open the door of the hut. The man dressed as a businessman turned his head quickly when he heard the words. He looked to be at least thirty years old. Probably because he lived a good life, he was a little fat. When he saw A Luo, a smile immediately appeared on his face - a fake smile.

"A Luo, how long have you been here?" His tone was so kind that it made people feel a little unnatural.

"About three months, boss." Ah Luo scratched his head when he heard that. He failed to see the "truth" hidden under the businessman's smile and answered the question truthfully.

"Three months...A Luo, do you still remember what we signed when you came here?"

"I remember, you said that after signing the name, it would only take one month of probation to become a regular employee. Regular employees earn two thousand Mora more per month than temporary employees." A Luo recalled what the businessman said before he was pulled to sign his name.

"That's right." The businessman nodded, rubbing his palms together again, and spoke again, "But I also said that if you sign the contract, you must work here for five years. Ah Luo... If I lose a strong man like you, how much money will I lose?"

Ah Luo's eyes widened as he sensed something bad was happening. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he didn't remember the merchant saying these words.

"I told you at the time that the money I lost because of you leaving early is equivalent to my 'loss'. Since it is you who caused me the loss, don't you have to compensate me?" The businessman put his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes. His face looked extremely hateful for a moment.

"Boss...you didn't say all this at the time...?" A Luo's tone was hesitant and a bit unbelievable. He thought this was just a simple resignation, and he would be able to go home and reunite with his wife and children.

"Didn't I tell you? Let me think... Oh! That's right." The businessman stroked his beard and took out a piece of paper from the table behind him. The paper clearly stated extremely unreasonable terms.

"But it was clearly written in black and white in the contract you signed. What? You want to deny it?" As he said that, the businessman's face changed in an instant. He frowned and stared at A Luo like a greedy snake.

"Boss... I can't read!!" A Luo was a little panicked. He was breathing uncontrollably and his heart almost jumped into his throat.

The contract in front of him was indeed the original contract, with his fingerprints on it, but how could he have imagined this?

"Hey, how can you blame me? I asked you to review the contract in person several times before I let you sign it." The businessman put down the contract and walked slowly out of the small house. A Luo was stunned for a moment. When the businessman walked out of the house, he suddenly realized what was going on and hurriedly chased after him to stop him.

"What are you doing!" The supervisor guarding outside the door pushed A Luo down. He was stronger than A Luo, and perhaps only Brother Hu could match him.

"You can't leave! You can't leave!" A Luo tried to crawl forward frantically. His fingers grabbed the merchant's shoes, but the merchant suddenly broke free.

"Tsk!" The businessman smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. He gritted his teeth and stomped hard on A Luo's fingers.

Ah Luo's cry of pain spread throughout the entire sawmill. Some workers trembled violently when they heard the sound, while others looked up and then continued to concentrate on the work in their hands in a somewhat numb manner.

"Don't use! Your! Dirty! Hands! To! Touch! My! Shoes!" With each sentence, the merchant's feet were lifted and lowered. His fingers were stepped on and turned purple, bent at strange angles, and there were bruises under his nails.

"Teach him the rules here!" As the merchant spoke, the supervisor let out a ferocious laugh. He knelt on A Luo and punched him on the back, again and again.

After a few heavy punches, A Luo could no longer hold on and was completely unable to put up any resistance.

"Yes! Hit him like that!" The businessman gritted his teeth. He looked at the shoes he had just bought with great pain and signaled to the supervisor to hit him harder with his eyes.

The supervisor understood what was going on and lifted up Ah Luo by the clothes. Ah Luo was now covered in mud and gasping for breath.

Fists hit A Luo's face again and again. His nose started bleeding and several of his teeth were knocked out.

After just a moment, Ah Luo was almost motionless. Just as the supervisor was about to continue, a big hand grabbed his wrist from behind.

In just a moment, a heavy punch hit the supervisor's back of the head. The supervisor's eyes blurred in an instant and he fell to the ground.

"Who?!" The businessman quickly turned around and took a half step back. Standing in front of him was the strong man with his upper body naked. His eyes were fixed on the businessman like a long-maned tiger.

"Singer, you T...don't do anything rash." The businessman wanted to curse, but after seeing Singer's eyes as cold as winter, his tone softened a lot. He approached the iron gate little by little, wanting to get away from here.

"Damn it! How could I forget he was still here!" The businessman trembled in his heart. Due to the busy manpower in recent days, many people have been transferred away to do other things. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the supervisor to be the only one watching over this place. But he didn't expect Singer to take action at this time.

He originally thought that Kan Ruiba's death would make this man remember the pain and not dare to do it again. It had been a long time since that incident, but he did not expect such an accident to happen today.

"I have never forgotten Kanreba's death." Singh kicked the businessman aside to prevent him from opening the door and escaping. He took out a heavy Mora bag from his waist and threw it at the businessman's face.

"Six thousand Mora, not a penny less. This is the 'hush money' you gave me, the money to buy the life of my good brother Kanreba." Singer walked towards the merchant step by step. The merchant did not care that his clothes were stained with mud, and crawled back desperately as if he had seen a demon.

"Singer! Everything can be negotiated! I'll give you 1 Mora! No! 10 Mora!" Chaotic words came out of the merchant's mouth, but there was an unforeseen cruelty hidden in the depths of his eyes as he looked at Singer. The man he pressed under him slowly reached for the dagger at his waist.

"Did you think I didn't notice your little tricks?" Singer raised his foot and stepped hard on the businessman's arm. Without much hesitation, he raised the axe.

"Don't! Even if you kill me, the disciplinary officer won't let me go—"

The axe fell, and blood gushed out with Singer's movements. What was finally frozen on the merchant's face was the fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Hu...Brother Hu...you killed someone..." Ah Luo, who had struggled to get up, looked at the scene in front of him, breathing heavily. Because of the missing front teeth, his voice was a little hoarse.

A Luo was not afraid of the blood. Singh had indeed saved him, but as the businessman said, the disciplinary officer would definitely catch Singh.

"I know." Singer wiped the blood off the axe blade, walked forward and helped A Luo up.

"Brother Hu, run quickly..." A Luo shook his head. He wanted to push Singer away, but he had no strength at all.

"Run? Where to?" Singer used the key he had taken from the merchant to unlock the heavy iron door. "I have no regrets now that I've avenged Kanreba."

"As for you, can you still walk? If you can, go back quickly and never come here again." Singer hung another axe on A Luo's waist and handed him a packet of medicine powder.

Ah Luo wanted to reach out to take it, but as his fingers stretched, piercing pain came over him and he couldn't help but cry out.

Perhaps the pain stimulated his thinking, and Luo suddenly remembered the rumor.

"Lord God's Messenger! Yes! Lord God's Messenger! Brother Hu, please come back with me! Lord God's Messenger will definitely support you!"

"..." Singh sighed deeply as he looked at A Luo's fingers, which were almost unable to stretch out.

If he were left to go alone, he might have died along the way.

"...Okay, then let me go meet the Red King's Divine Envoy you mentioned."

Chapter 36: The Spiral of Contradiction and Its Solution

In the vast desert, two men wrapped in cloaks walked on the road one after the other. Singh walked in front with an axe hanging around his waist and a bag on his back.

A Luo followed behind Singer. He looked at Singer's back. Considering what Singer had done a few hours ago, he felt that the Singer in front of him was a little strange.

"Brother Hu, what did you do before? And who is this Kan Ruiba you mentioned?" It was obvious that A Luo was not very good at finding topics, but Singer did not blame him for that. He thought for a moment and slowly spoke.

"Actually, I don't know how to explain it to you." Singer's voice was a little hesitant as he thought.

"Hmm... did I say something wrong again?" Ah Luo suddenly realized it at this moment. He looked behind him with some concern - just like before, there were no pursuers.

After killing the unscrupulous businessman, Singh quickly took his cloak, warm clothes and dry food with him, and then quickly fled from the sawmill. The sawmill was very close to Kawan Station, and if they wanted to leave quickly, they had to go through Kawan Station. Fortunately, they moved quickly and no one discovered them.

"No, that happened several years ago." Singer stopped to think, his tone still as calm as before.

"Six years ago, I came to Kawanyi to work with Kanriba. At that time, it was not like it is now. The people of the sand had to be examined if they wanted to enter, and just like now, they could not leave Kawanyi and go to other places in the forest without permission." Singh's voice was like a gust of wind, and he spoke slowly about the past.

Ah Luo listened carefully. His teeth still hurt a little, and if possible, he didn't want to speak too often even though he was talkative.

"We were just like you. We couldn't read, so we were tricked into signing that thing. But we're also different from you. We sensed something was wrong within a few days."

As he spoke, Singh looked back at Luo and spoke again: "Not everyone is like you. You wouldn't be surprised to see that you only give it out once a month."

"Ah... I thought this was okay. After all, they provide meals, and the money is indeed more than odd jobs, so I didn't doubt it." A Luo touched his head. It was hard to imagine how these people of the sand could survive until now.

Singh sighed. Maybe... it was the sincerity that was rare among the people of the Sand. Not long after Luo arrived, he followed everyone else and called him Brother Tiger. It was not a compliment, but came from the heart. Such sincerity is always precious nowadays.

"Let's not talk about that. Anyway, I was different back then. On the contrary, Kan Ruiba was more like me now."

"When he sensed something was wrong, he immediately went to confront that worthless bastard. The result was just like yours this time. He got beaten up. There weren't as few people as there are today. The overseer and his lackeys attacked together. Kanreba was quite stubborn, so he... was beaten until he was almost dead."

"Huh..." Singer took a deep breath. He seemed to be back to that day, with beatings, curses, screams, and blood. Facing all this, he tried his best to pull the people away, but he was hit himself and fainted.

"That very night, Kanreba died. He didn't make it."

"..." A Luo opened his mouth wide. He had been in Kawanyi for a long time. He had hardly seen such fatal incidents in Kawanyi. At most, there were conflicts and fights. He originally thought that this was the so-called "civilization", but... under this civilization, it was no different from the desert.

Even the people of the sand wouldn't bother with such shady things as "contracts".

Thinking of this, A Luo couldn't help but wonder how many other people of the Sand there were in Kawanyi who were like him and were blackmailed because they couldn't read.

"That worthless bastard gave me six thousand Mora and threatened to kill me too if I told anyone. Kanriba was buried in that empty lot. I wanted to avenge him, so I endured it."

"Those disciplinary officers and the Dujin Brigade don't care?" A Luo was a little bit unbelievable when he heard this. He had almost gotten used to the so-called "civilization" of Kawanyi and never expected that such a thing would happen.