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

Chapter 50: Family Letter

"My lovely daughter, I wonder how you are doing over there now. It has been four months since I first came to the forest. I am still a little uncomfortable with life in Xumi City."

"The forest is different from the desert. Here there are many scholars and people, but there is no need to worry about fighting. Compared to the desert, life here is much more peaceful, without any danger, and it is peaceful and harmonious."

"Sometimes, I really want to take you over, but then I think, you won't have any playmates here, and it's boring to be with a bunch of grown men like us all day. Speaking of which, my life has been pretty busy these past few months."

"Teacher Falushan teaches very seriously and the teaching quality is very high, but these past few months have been very difficult for me. There's nothing I can do about it. Our foundation is too weak after all. Thanks to Teacher Falushan, I have basically made up for it now."

"Your uncles have all started to enroll in the schools they want. After much consideration, I have decided to continue studying with Teacher Falushan."

"Ah... I've strayed a bit. I originally wanted to tell you more about my love for you, but when I picked up the pen, I couldn't help but want to share my current life with you. This feeling is really wonderful."

"I've sent you a hairpin along with this letter. It's a favorite accessory among the female scholars in Xumi City. I hope you'll be happy in your clan."

"—You will always love me, father."

Aji put the letter down and looked at Amber who was sitting on the chair. Amber was holding the hairpin mentioned in the letter and putting it on the little Jade in her arms.

Little Jade looked at herself in the mirror, feeling quite surprised. She had never seen such an ornament before. It actually had such a magical power. Just wearing it made little Jade feel brand new.

"Gabriel has really good taste." Amber was braiding little Jade's hair. Gabriel gave her a Fontaine-style hairpin in the shape of a blue flower, which matched the purple hair of little Jade and made her look very cute.

"Indeed~" Aji confirmed this, put the letter on the table, and flew it to Amber's shoulder.

"Are you happy, little Jade, after receiving the gift?" Amber rubbed little Jade's face and asked with a smile.

During this period, little Jade lived with her and they basically slept together every day. Fortunately, it was little Jade who was very sensible and did not touch Amber's experimental equipment. If it were another child, this alone might have given Amber a headache.

"Happy!" Little Jade nodded, she touched the hairpin on her head again, and smiled with her teeth showing. Good mood is contagious, and Amber and Aji's mood also became cheerful.

"So, what do you want to say to your father this time?" As Amber spoke, Aji also picked up a piece of paper and prepared to take notes.

This is also the scene that occurs at the beginning of every month during this period. Gabriel would send the written letter to Kawanyi, and then someone passing by would bring it over, and little Jade would also send a reply.

"Well, let me think..." Little Jade pursed her lips and thought for a moment, "Father is working so hard over there. I want to tell him to take care of himself."

Xiao Jie De thought about it and finally said just this. Although she didn't say it out loud, her eyes showed her unconcealable longing for Gabriel.

Aunt Amber treats her very well, just like her mother, but little Jade still can't help but miss her father.

Amber gently stroked little Jade's head without saying anything. She could naturally feel the longing in little Jade's heart, but there was nothing she could do about it.

The first two years of systematic education cannot be separated from the teacher no matter what. If Gabriel works hard enough, he may be able to complete it ahead of time, but it will take at least a year, which is still not easy.

"Hmm..." Lian Aji didn't know how to comfort her for a moment when he saw this scene. It seemed that any words would be of no help, so it would be better not to say anything.

"That's all!" Little Jade landed steadily on the ground from Amber's arms. She turned around and smiled at Amber and Aji, as if to prevent them from worrying, and took the initiative to suggest going out to play.

"Auntie, I made an appointment with those sisters yesterday to play together today. I'll go over first——"

As the words fell, little Jade left Amber's room like a gust of wind. Amber and Aji looked at her back, not knowing what to say.

"Sigh..." Amber just sighed and put away the letter on the table.

……

Little Jade walked among the date palms that were planted in an orderly manner by the Chi Nian clan, kicking stones in a rather depressed manner.

Recently, due to the activities held by Amber and the tangible results seen, everyone has been working hard to plant trees, and now there are not many idle people in the clan.

"Hey, isn't this little Luna?"

A voice caught little Jade's attention. She looked up and saw that it was Dixia who approached her.

Dixia looked at the somewhat depressed little Jade, squatted down to look at her at eye level, and rubbed her head.

The mercenaries of the Blazing Beast Hunters were quite familiar with little Jade. After all, this cute little child, who was full of energy and had strength that was inconsistent with her age and body size, was indeed quite unique - especially Hart. Because of the previous entanglement between little Jade and Hart, Hart had a deep impression of little Jade.

Now trees have been planted in the Chi Nian clan and its surrounding areas. To continue planting trees, they have to go out. It is Hart who leads the team to protect the safety of the tribesmen. In situations like now, the leader who stays behind in the clan’s garrison is Dishiya.

"Why are you so unhappy? Do you want to tell your sister? You will feel much better." Dixia took out a date palm candy from her pocket and stuffed it into the little Jade. She liked children very much, so she always carried a few candies with her.

"Hmm..." Little Jade looked at Dixia, quite hesitant. After thinking for a moment, she nodded and took the candy.

"My father has been gone for four months. I miss him so much..."

"Ah, is that so..." Dixia's interest instantly dropped a little after hearing this. She didn't expect it to be like this.

If it was something else, she might be able to comfort him, but like now... she was powerless.

"Dad is very busy. He said he had to do something he had to do, so he'll be gone for a long time. I promised Dad that I would listen to my aunt, but...but...I really miss him..."

When it came to the emotional part, little Jade started to cry and tears welled up in her eyes. Dixia was at a loss for a moment when she saw this.

"Hey... don't... don't cry." Dixia was a little flustered as she wiped away little Jade's tears. She hated seeing children crying the most - it would remind her of her own past.

"... Well, come to think of it, I haven't seen my dad for a long time." Dixia said what was in her heart for a moment, which was noticed by little Jade. Seeing that the sister in front of her was in the same situation as herself, little Jade became worried about Dixia for a moment.

"Then... then why didn't your sister's father come to see you?" Little Jade's words were a little intermittent. Dixia, who had originally done it unintentionally, saw that Little Jade was not so sad after hearing this. After thinking for a moment, she simply started to tell the story.

"Hey... I actually took the initiative to leave my dad." When mentioning this, Dixia's expression was quite complicated.

"Hmm...?" Little Jade was obviously confused. Seeing this, Dixia just rubbed Little Jade's face and started to tell the story again.

"My father was very lustful when he was young. I am his daughter, who he had with someone unknown. He was the leader of a brigade, one of those brigades that made a living by robbing passing caravans and pedestrians."

"But, Sister Dixia is a good person, right?" Little Jade obviously didn't understand why the father of such a good Dixia would be such a villain, and Dixia just smiled.

"No one says a villain's daughter has to be a villain herself. I certainly don't want to be like my dad." Dixia paused. "I grew up with him and his crew. He loved those old-fashioned stories, the ones about warriors defeating dragons, marrying princesses, and living happily ever after."

"Oh! I know this! My aunt also told me these!" When mentioning this, little Jade's interest became a little higher. She thought of the fairy tales that Amber wrote herself.

"Hey, that's different. My dad's stories are so dry."

"Anyway... when I was 11, I got tired of this kind of life. I didn't want to become a villain like my dad, so I left the desert alone. It was actually quite dangerous that time. If the Blazing Beast Hunter mercenary hadn't happened to find me, I might have collapsed in the desert."

Memories flashed in Dishia's eyes and she sighed.

In fact, it was not as easy as Dixia said. She would always remember the feeling when she found out that her father and uncles who had always taken care of her were villains and robbers. It was like the world was collapsing before her eyes.

"I really hope my father can change and stop doing those evil things, but now the Legacy of the God-King continues to do what it has to do, just like before."

"Legacy of the God-King?" Little Jade chewed over these strange words. She had no idea why it was called that.

"Uh... it's the brigade my father is in. To be more precise, it's the 'Akhmar's Beard', a branch of the God-King's Legacy. The Eye of Akhmar, a similar brigade, is also a branch of the God-King's Legacy."

As she spoke, Dixia patted little Jade's head and spoke again: "If little Luna grows up and sees these brigades, she must stay away from them. They are full of people who will do anything for Mora."

Little Jade nodded seriously when she heard that. Those people really did what Sister Dixia said, so she had to be careful from now on.

"Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. Little Luna, do you want your sister to take you out to play?" Dixia stood up and stretched her body. Little Jade seemed to be much more relaxed now, so it was a good time to strike while the iron was hot and put all the worries aside.

Little Jade nodded when she heard that. She held the hand that Dixia handed over, and the two of them walked towards the direction of the pack animal.

Chapter 51: The Meaning of Labor

"Lord God, we are all ready."

Outside the Shayih clan, several selected role models stood beside Amber. After the event was finalized, there was a long period of counting, and now the counting was finally completed.

Amber's purpose was to preach, to tell every Sand People in the Union what she wanted to say, starting with the Chi Nian Clan, then the branch clans and those small clans, until finally, the last stop of the preaching was the Shayihe Clan.

The Shayikh clan was built on the cliff-like rock wall of the lower wind erosion area. There was a large open space facing the chief's house. At this time, almost all the people of the Shayikh clan had gathered in the open space. As the leader, Zodik stood in front of the crowd and looked at Amber.

After six or seven months, nearly half of this large stretch of sand between the upper and lower wind erosion areas has been planted with trees and grass. In Zodik's opinion, Amber, the so-called "Red King's Messenger", seems to have divine power. In the Shayih clan's garrison, the yellow sand all over the sky has become a thing of the past, and the oasis is indeed expanding - no, to be precise, the sand is turning back into soil.

Zodik sincerely felt fortunate for his original decision. In fact, apart from the areas surrounding the wind erosion area, there were many other sand people in other places who only knew the title of "Red King's Messenger", but did not know what kind of achievements this so-called Messenger had actually made.

Zodik believed that it would not be long before the wind-eroded land was transformed and all the sand people who were willing to contribute to the desert would unite together.

He once regarded Amber as a clan leader and believed that a confrontation between the two was inevitable. However, the current facts were far beyond his imagination. The messenger of God and he were not on the same level at all. The messenger of God did not even intend to interfere with the independence of the Shayikh clan.

"But... perhaps the deserts uniting to form a new city is the inevitable trend."

Zodik recalled the stories his grandfather had told him. In that long-ago glorious era, there was a prosperous city made up of the people of the sand - a scene that was no less magnificent than that of the forest.

Zoldyk once longed for that kind of situation, and perhaps he still longs for it now, a paradise where there is no need to worry about resources and hatred is abandoned. This is probably a story that any Sand People will inevitably fall in love with.

"Lord Messenger of God." Zodik bowed slightly. As the leader of a tribe, this action of his represented so much. Amber nodded in greeting.

"Zoldyck, take us there."

Zodik nodded, walked in front, and led Amber and several standard-bearers to the front of the crowd.

The members of the Shayihe clan looked at this so-called messenger of God with some curiosity. Many of them would not stray too far from the clan, and this was the first time they had seen the legendary messenger of God. They had also seen the current changes in the Shayihe clan, and many of them had admiration in their eyes.

Amber glanced at the Shaykh people present one by one, and after waiting for a moment, she spoke: "I think many of you are seeing me for the first time."

Amber deliberately slowed down her speech and raised her voice. Her voice was a little hoarse now, but it was because she had given this kind of speech several times.

"You've probably all heard of my reputation, so I won't elaborate here. Today's protagonist isn't the clan leader or the divine messenger, but someone else."

Amber's hand pointed towards the several standard-bearers who were already lined up, and she introduced them one by one.

"They are the ones who have made outstanding contributions to this windbreak and sand fixation work. Today, right here, I express my sincere recognition and appreciation to them."

Following Amber's words, the emotions of the Shayeh people were aroused, but they were more confused. It was rare to see someone like Amber emphasize the existence of others rather than himself. If it were someone else, they would have started to praise their own contributions and wanted to take all the credit for themselves.

"However, they are not the only ones who should be praised." Amber smiled, and this expression effectively narrowed the distance between her and the ordinary people of the sand. The Shayih people who saw the messenger of God for the first time also relaxed a lot. Originally, most of them were still a little nervous.

"--You should also be praised." Amber looked at everyone present, and her words were inspiring and reached everyone's ears.

The Shaykhs wondered if they had heard correctly. How could someone praise a grassroots group like them? They were like the most common worker ants in the ant colony, silently toiling and contributing, yet no one ever mentioned them, and few paid any attention to them. Even they themselves hadn't considered what was wrong with this.

There was a sudden commotion among the Shayeh people. They looked at each other, and most of them were somewhat surprised.

"If you hadn't stood up, if you hadn't fought against the wind and sand, if you hadn't planted those trees and grass, neither I nor any of the clan leaders could have achieved what we have today."

"Your contribution should be recognized and will not be ignored. As I said before, the protagonists today are these role models and every worker involved."

Amber's words were sonorous and powerful, unlike anything the tribesmen present had ever heard before. It was like a stimulant, inspiring everyone.

The people of the sand crave glory, which is due to the environment they have been exposed to since birth. However, there are indeed only a few people who truly receive glory, and those so-called "legends" are even fewer. The vast majority are singing praises to those legends and heroes. The people of the sand have never seen anyone singing praises to them, the "worker ants."

"——You guys are all great!"

Amber's words immediately brought the atmosphere to a climax. Even the model soldiers who had heard it many times couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion again. Amber's words always penetrated into their hearts and touched their deepest desires.

No one doesn't want to be affirmed, but they have basically given up on being affirmed in their long lives.

"Look around you, people of the sand—look at the trees, look at the grass."

"Remember, people of the sand—remember the sweat you shed, the wind and sand you endured."

"It is your hard work that has brought us to where we are today. Look at your hands, people of the sand. It is with them that you have achieved what we have today!"

As Amber spoke, the Shayeh people also recalled. For a moment, they felt their hearts trembling. The words spoken by this messenger of God were so exciting. They had never been affirmed like this before.

"You should be proud, you have every right to be proud, it's every one of you who made this possible."

"When the wind and sand subside, when oases are everywhere, when there is no more yellow sand and no more fighting, what a beautiful future it will be."

"Then we can sit in the shade of the trees and tell our children stories of the past. Then our descendants will never have to endure hardships like this again. Then the desert will be glorious again - just like the one on the other side of the sand barrier!"

Amber's words made the people of the Sand breathe much faster. They tried to imagine such a beautiful scene, but subconsciously felt that it was "impossible" in their hearts. That kind of life... that kind of time... could they really reach it?

For a moment, even though past experience had told them countless times that this was too crazy, they still couldn't help but yearn for it.

"This is not empty talk, people of the sand. Look around you. Could those things you created with your own hands be lies?"

These words were like a heavy hammer, destroying the "invisible barrier" standing in front of the people of the sand. Their eyes widened, and they couldn't help but agree.

Yes, how could this be fake? How could this "oasis" created by their own hands be fake?

"Long live the Lord of God!"

Someone shouted, and all the Sand People present started shouting at once, while Amber just waved her hand to stop them.

"No, you should shout: Long live the people of the sand!"

Amber's words caused another shock. The Shayikh people present could not have imagined that even now, the Lord God's Messenger was still affirming them.

"Long live the people of the sand!" Amber started, and the standard-bearers followed suit. Later, the Shayeh people joined in from time to time. For a moment, a huge cheer echoed in the dome.

The shouts lasted for a long time, and Amber allowed the people of the Sand to vent their excitement. If they wanted the people of the Sand to truly break away from the gods, move towards complete independence, and move towards an era of true "rule by man", then the first thing to do was to let them know that they would not lose to anyone if they relied solely on their own hands.

Amber does not expect to achieve results through just this one preaching, but it will be a "starting point". As knowledge spreads among the people of the sand, there will be more and more so-called "wise men". At that time, everything she has laid out now will show outstanding results.

This may take a long time, but whether it takes ten, twenty or a hundred years, it must be achieved.