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

"But, Teacher Falusan, didn't you say that if we want to study ancient relics, there is no major more suitable than yours?" Gabriel's tone was calm. After this period of time, he had learned about the relationship between the various schools and colleges in the House of Commands and the areas of responsibility of each. To put it bluntly, a major like Falusan's is difficult to learn and find employment opportunities at the moment, but Gabriel didn't care about these things. He didn't have any utilitarian motives from the beginning.

"...Yes, I have my own pride in this regard, and this is not empty talk." Falushan nodded, with an unknown light flashing in her eyes.

"That's no problem. I'm sure this is the major I want to study, Teacher Falushan."

"Well... congratulations - I finally found the first suitable student!" Falushan clasped her hands in front of her chest, like a heart, and looked overjoyed.

Although Gabriel is not young anymore, with this attitude and determination, in Falusan's opinion, it is not too late even if he is older.

The future can be expected, the future can be expected.

Chapter 48: Academic Attitude

"Speaking of which, have there been a few more scholars from the People of Sand in the Academy recently?" In a restaurant in Xumi City, several scholars gathered together, drinking tea and chatting.

"Then your feeling is right. There are indeed a few more scholars from the Sand People." The scholar wearing glasses pushed the frames of his glasses and took a sip of tea. He had been very busy with research applications recently and was really exhausted.

The Faithful Academy is a five-year system. After scholars choose the school they want to go to, they will be assigned to the corresponding college. The first two years will be systematic teaching, and the next three years will be to participate in academic research. Only after making enough achievements can they pass the graduation application and officially become a graduate scholar recognized by the Faithful Academy. Some scholars with higher talents or more hardworking may successfully graduate in just one year after completing the first two years of study. Of course, there are also those who drag on for a long time and are expelled without successfully graduating.

The eyewear scholar has just completed systematic learning for more than a month. Thanks to his hard work, he has become quite famous and many project teams are willing to hire him. The only problem is that the application process is rather complicated and he has made too many trips for this.

"That's really strange... I've been here for more than a year, and I haven't seen many Sand People scholars. How come there are so many of them recently?" The female scholar who asked the question ate a piece of dessert and picked up the cup full of coffee.

The Tea Party and the Coffee Party are the two most common factions among scholars. The difference between them is whether they choose to drink tea or coffee to refresh themselves when staying up late. Most Xumi people like coffee, but there are also many like the Eye Scholars who are fond of tea.

"This is because the elder who was trapped in the ruins a hundred years ago has reappeared. She has applied to the sage for permission to 'spread wisdom to the grassroots.' To put it bluntly, she is registering those who aspire to pursue wisdom, possess talent or determination, but have not been able to enter the Ordination Academy under her wing, and teaching them. This, on the one hand, reinforces Lord Tree King's teaching that 'everyone has the right to pursue wisdom,' and on the other, it aims to recruit those talents who have been overlooked."

The bespectacled scholar explained quickly that his mentor had mentioned this to him before and he was quite familiar with it.

"Is that so... But then why choose the people of the sand?" The female scholar was quite puzzled. Aren't those people of the sand both barbaric and uncivilizable?

"I don't know either." The bespectacled scholar shrugged. He pushed his study aside, hesitated briefly, and spoke again. "But I heard... those Sand People study non-stop all day long. Apart from four hours of personal time and eight hours of sleep, the rest of their time is spent on studying. Frankly speaking... for this reason, I quite admire them."

"So hard-working?!" The female scholar widened her eyes when she heard that. If it were her, she didn't think she had such determination. But it was no wonder that the senior chose them. Just by working so hard, it was also commendable.

"Oh, I don't quite agree with this. In my opinion, sand is just sand. Collecting them will only further highlight the image of justice of the House of Lords." The scholar who had been sitting on the side and had not spoken before spoke. He had a middle-parted hairstyle and there was uncontrollable arrogance in his words.

"As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm. The fact that they work so hard actually proves that their IQ is not as high as that of the people in the forest." The scholar with the middle-parted hair seemed to think that he had said something very funny and started laughing to himself. Seeing this, the scholar with glasses just shook his head silently.

He knew very well the personality of scholars with middle-parted hair. They were ambitious but unwilling to endure hardships and bury their heads in practical work. All they thought about doing was getting a reliable project team and a diploma so that they could find a job. There were actually more and more people like them now.

"I don't know if you've heard this, but according to a study by a famous epistemologist, the average intelligence of the forest people is about 110, while that of ordinary people is usually between 85-115, and that of the sand people is generally between 80-90." The scholar with the middle-parted hair showed off his knowledge with some pride, which caused laughter from several scholars who got along well with him. Seeing this, the scholar with glasses simply drank the tea in his hand and found an excuse to leave.

It's ridiculous. This so-called research was not proposed by a famous scholar, and there is not enough evidence to prove it at present. It is simply nonsense.

Talking to such scholars is just a waste of time. The bespectacled scholar does not have enough time to afford such a waste, and he has no intention of participating in the conversation among this group of people.

Compared to these, what concerned him more was the reappearance of the genius from a hundred years ago... But now it seems that this matter has not attracted any attention. Many scholars self-righteously think that the scholar from a hundred years ago naturally mastered outdated knowledge. More scholars did not even know about this matter or thought it was a joke.

He was quite interested in this senior and thought he would go and meet him when he had some free time in the future.

……

"Teacher Falusan, forget it, it's not worth it!" In front of Falusan's temporary classroom, Ah Sheng was trying to pull two groups of people apart. On one side were the scholars who had heard the news and gathered here to watch the excitement, and on the other side was Falusan who was annoyed by this and personally came out to start the fight. Falusan stared at the other side fiercely, and her small body contained the same aura as those tutors, which made the scholars on the other side a little nervous for a moment.

"Yes, Falusan, let's forget about this matter... Let's just assume we were wrong today." The speaker was a scholar with a white beard. He was a mentor passing by and had some experience. Usually many people had to give him face. He thought that if he gave the other party a little leeway this time, the other party would not pursue the matter. However, he obviously underestimated Falusan and overestimated himself.

"First of all, you should call me 'Senior Falusan'!" Falusan's words were filled with majesty, and she didn't give the other party any face at all. "Then, it was your students who gathered around me, pointing fingers and disturbing my students' studies. As a teacher, you are actually protecting them?"

"Is your teaching a bit too lax? Would you like me to report to the sage who bears your name?"

Falusan's words were not harsh, but when they fell into the ears of the old scholar, his expression changed immediately, and his tone became much heavier: "...This is not in accordance with the rules, Falusan."

The so-called rules are the rules that scholars who are connected with each other by personal relationships think they must abide by, such as seniority being paramount and leaving a way out for others to do things. In his opinion, someone like Falushan who makes such direct threats at every turn is "breaking the rules."

The old scholar was quite unhappy. He thought that since he had been in the Academy for so long, everyone had to respect him and give him some face. He could not bring himself to call a girl who looked much younger than him "senior".

"It's 'Senior Falusan'!" Falusan stressed again rather unhappily, "Don't think you can take advantage of your age. When I was active, you weren't even born yet!"

"Falusan, you!" The old scholar gritted his teeth. "Don't think that just because you were a genius a hundred years ago, you're still a genius now! Your stuff is outdated now! I've been researching in the Ministry for over forty years! Over forty years! That's much longer than you've been there! In terms of seniority, you should call me senior!"

"Huh? Qualifications? You actually said 'qualifications'? The Ordinary House is a place for pursuing wisdom and knowledge, not for you to talk about qualifications here! Besides, whether my research is outdated or not is not your decision!"

"Since you said you have been conducting research here for more than 40 years, then what results have you achieved? Tell me." Falushan crossed her arms and looked at the old scholar without giving in. This made the old scholar speechless.

"What? You can't say it? It's no wonder—after all, a scholar who spends all day thinking about how to take shortcuts and improve his so-called 'credentials', but refuses to work hard, how can he produce any worthwhile research results? You place so much importance on so-called 'credentials', is it because it's the only thing you can talk about?"

Falushan spoke slowly, but with a strong hint of sarcasm in her speech. The fact was indeed as she said, the old scholar really had no research to show off, and was completely inferior to Falushan.

"you--!"

"What do you mean by 'you'? Call me Senior." Falusan said, emphasizing each word. "Unless, you really want the Sage to see a report on today's dispute on his desk tomorrow."

Falushan's tone was firm, as if she would really do it. The atmosphere was extremely tense for a moment. The old scholar was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he couldn't say even a word.

"...I was wrong this time, Falusan...Senior!" The old scholar gritted his teeth and said unwillingly. After weighing the two, face and treatment, treatment is more important. If the sage really saw the report, his good days would be over.

The students behind the old scholar widened their eyes and dared not speak. They had thought that with the presence of the experienced scholar, their previous comments on the Sand People scholars in the classroom that affected the teaching would be exposed, but they never expected it to turn out like this.

"Ah? What? I'm old and can't hear you..."

Upon hearing this, the old scholar glared at Falusan, but he immediately lost his temper when he met Falusan's majestic eyes hidden under her smile. After all, he had already called out, so it didn't seem to matter if he called out again?

"I mean! It's my fault! Senior Falusan—!"

"Alright, alright, Senior Falusan, I won't make things difficult for a junior. Since you've admitted your mistake, this matter is over." Falusan's tone was quite light, but it was even more infuriating than before. "However, those students who were lying outside just now must receive the punishment they deserve. Not a single one of them will be spared."

The old scholar's face turned pale and blue, but he could only nod in agreement. He regretted coming here and now he had become a laughing stock.

After the strangers left, Falushan turned to the gathered Sand People scholars and spoke again, "From now on, don't be like them, always thinking of shortcuts. Study hard and focus on research, the right path is to follow."

If the old scholar were still alive, he would probably faint from anger when he heard that he was being used as a negative example. The scholars of the Sand People who witnessed everything also nodded. They knew exactly what they should do.

"Okay, let's continue with the class."

Chapter 49: New Plan

Two or three hours before noon, when the temperature in the Chi Nian clan was just right, a relatively short black figure and another much taller figure were fighting each other.

She threw Dishia's greatsword aside, held a dagger with a sheath in one hand, and clenched a fist with the other hand to attack Amber. Amber dodged left and right nimbly, seizing the opportunity to trigger an overload reaction at the right time, using the repulsive force to increase the distance between herself and Dishia.

"Huh... I still can't beat you." Dixia steadied herself, waved her hand and put away the dagger, and Amber also put away the long sword.

"You've made rapid progress, Dishia." Amber affirmed Dishia's progress. Since the last sparring match, Dishia realized his shortcomings in combat and took up close combat as a minor.

There was an extra Eye of the Fire Element God on her arm armor now, but when asked how she got it, Dixia herself didn't know.

Just like Amber's previous explanation of how she obtained the Eye of Thor, Dishiya simply explained that she woke up with an Eye of God beside her. Amber had no intention of exploring Dishiya's privacy, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"Indeed, it's not good to be too anxious." Dixia nodded and put the big sword on her back again.

"Come to think of it, I'll be leaving in a few months." Dixia straightened her clothes and brought up a topic.

"Wow...what time has it been recently? Why are everyone leaving one after another?" Aji, who had been watching from the side, flew to Amber's shoulder and sat down, and asked the question.

"Because Dishia is not the kind of person who would stay in one place for a long time." Amber rubbed Aji's head and explained.

There was indeed something different in Dishia's eyes compared to before, but Amber couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. According to the original contract, the Blazing Hunters could indeed withdraw in a few months, and it was understandable that Dishia wanted to leave at that time. Amber also asked Hart to train a group of people he had selected. If the Blazing Hunters really wanted to leave at that time, then a seamless transition would be possible.

"Haha, actually it's not quite the same. Maybe it's because of you. Now I have found what I want to do." Dixia stretched her body and explained.

"Because of me?" Amber didn't quite understand what Dixia meant, but if she really found her target, then Amber could only congratulate her.

"Yes." Dixia nodded. "You may not be fully aware of this, but you have already influenced many people. I've never seen such a vibrant and hopeful scene in the desert before."

As she spoke, Dixia looked around. It had been more than half a year since she came here. Two more traveling clans had joined here one after another. Those two teams were arranged to branch tribes by Amber. Maha was worthy of being the original leader. He managed the branch tribe in an orderly manner.

At this time, the Chi Nian clan no longer looked like a desert. The date palms and caragana trees were planted in an orderly manner, as well as the grass that had already grown. The entire ground was green. When you took a breath here, you could even smell the scent of soil instead of the original dry sand.

Maybe Amber herself didn't care much about it and didn't have any deep understanding of it, but Dixia saw it.

There is light in the eyes of the people living here, which is different from anywhere else.

Nowadays, the arable land has been cultivated and the chicken coop has been rebuilt. Now we can eat eggs from time to time, which are very rare in the desert, and occasionally we can eat some chicken. The pack animals will be adults in a few months, and with the travel clan bringing over a few more pack animals, life is prosperous.

This was something that no one of the Sand People had dared to imagine before, but now it has become a reality. Dishia herself has witnessed too many shocking things during this period of time. Amber's actions gave her new motivation, and she planned to do something for the Sand People with her own abilities.

Amber is indeed capable and has appeal, but outside this wind-eroded land, there are still many suffering sand people, which is difficult for Amber to solve in a short period of time. The clan cannot do without her at the moment. In comparison, Dishia is much freer.

"I plan to use my own abilities to do something for the desert, to go to places you can't reach yet, and help the people there."

Upon hearing this, Amber looked at Dishiya. Dishiya did not hide the fact that she was inspired by Amber. She was grateful to Amber, and Amber was quite moved to see this situation.

She didn't expect that the expected "junior" would arrive at this time.

"That sounds great." Amber patted Dishia's shoulder, feeling quite relieved.

This is the scene she wants to see, and this is how she guides things. She doesn't want to become the next "God" in the eyes of the people of the sand, but rather to serve as a "transit station" to open the curtain of the "Age of Man".

"Dixia, after I lay a solid foundation, the future will depend on people like you. If you really decide to do this, I will firmly support you."

"It's just that this road is quite bumpy, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Amber advised Dishiya like a senior, and Dishiya took these words seriously in her heart.

Ah Ji looked at the two people's eyes full of mutual admiration and turned his head away silently, with a hint of "I can't bear to watch it".

Yi came over from a short distance away and interrupted the two men: "Chief, the envoys from each clan have arrived."

Upon hearing this, Amber patted Dishiya's shoulder again and quickly followed her to the reception room. The so-called envoys of each clan, that is, Amber required that members of each clan come here to report on the situation every half a month, and today was the second report this month.

Amber walked to the reception room and pushed open the door. The messengers in the reception room were already seated. Upon seeing Amber's arrival, they sat up straight with undisguised awe in their eyes.

There was more or less some joy on their faces. It was because after such a long period of management, the first batch of land planted with vegetation had begun to improve. As long as they continued to advance steadily, the oasis would become bigger and bigger as Amber said, until the entire desert became an oasis.

Amber glanced at the envoys present and sat down slowly. With her words, the report officially began.

The desert control plan has been steadily implemented and has achieved initial results. As the process becomes more and more proficient, it will only get faster in the future.

"I certainly could not have imagined that today, I don't have to worry about eating sand when I eat outside the house." The voice came from the envoy of the Sando clan. Ever since the success of the previous experimental plot, the Sando clan has settled down and has not tried any actions that are detrimental to the consortium.

Besides, since it was the time when people were needed, Amber did not pursue the matter.

"Yes, thanks to the wisdom of the Lord God's Messenger, the Shayihe clan no longer has to worry about the shrinking oasis." The messenger's words were filled with uncontrollable joy. "At this rate, in a few years, the wind erosion area will probably be no worse than the rainforest!"

"That's not the case!"

There was undisguised admiration in the words of the envoys. They praised the Red King and thanked Amber.

"I couldn't have accomplished this on my own." Amber remained calm, unfazed by the praise. "This is thanks to the hard work of your clan members. They are the ones who should be praised, not me."

Amber's words made the messengers stunned for a moment. In the past, they had never seen Amber's reaction, nor had they heard words like this.

Shouldn't the gods be praised, but rather them and their people themselves? This was difficult for the envoys to imagine.

They all declined, saying that the Red King and the Lord God's Messenger should be praised and eulogized. Amber just sighed in her heart when she heard this.

Although she didn't expect the Sand People to change overnight, except for Dishia, she didn't see any signs of change.

Shouldn't she... also start planning the specific implementation of this matter?

"All right."

As Amber spoke, the messengers stopped one after another, waiting for Amber to speak. Amber glanced at the messengers present one by one again, and was silent for a moment before speaking.

"I need you to tell your leaders: Over the next month, I will select a model tree planter from each clan. Whoever is chosen will receive a gift from me—a reward for their hard work."

Amber explained to the messengers how to implement it specifically.

When it comes to strengthening the confidence of the people of the sand in their own abilities, nothing is more effective than activities like this one, which set rules, select role models, give rewards, and promote them.

Most people of the Sand value honor, so this honor affirmed by the messenger of God is extremely attractive.

This can not only increase the enthusiasm for afforestation, but also advance it step by step according to Amber's plan, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

The messengers listened to the rules preached by Amber and understood them clearly. Many of them were eager to make a big move. Being recognized by the messenger of God, making a name for themselves among the clans, and getting rewards, how attractive it was!

Anyway, the work of afforestation and wind and sand protection has been steadily promoted, so there is no conflict in carrying out this activity now, and they are not opposed to such "extra entertainment".

"At that time, I will bring a few model soldiers to each clan to give recognition and commendation."

If you want your child to be independent, the first step is to build up enough self-confidence in him or her. This kind of activity is the most appropriate first step.

After Amber finalized it, several envoys present also expressed their agreement. Not long after, the envoys who had discussed everything left the Chinanian clan.

It's not even noon yet, so if they walk faster, they can convey the message as quickly as possible.

The people of the Sand always lack entertainment, and planting trees all day long is a very boring job. This is a good way to relieve their boredom!