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

Just like what the Liyue Rock God did, Amber also knew that clinging to the belief in "God" would only limit humanity itself. Many gods have a deep understanding of this, but their approaches are different.

The Red King had tried to do so before, but he was too impatient and threw all the power to the People of Sand. However, he did not know that there was no so-called "soil of a new era" among the People of Sand. In the end, Gul still believed in the Red King, and thus sounded the clarion call of destruction.

Perhaps the one who does the best in such a place is the Wind God of the Kingdom of Wind. He gives his people the greatest "freedom". Mondstadt is probably the only country that is truly "ruled by man" at present.

"In the future, we will persist in this work until oases are everywhere and suffering is eliminated."

"No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are ahead, we will eventually overcome them!"

"From now on, this day of every year will be designated as a festival within the Federation—a festival is a day worth commemorating."

Amber once again glanced at everyone present, and slowly but firmly uttered the words: "In memory of you, in memory of me, and in memory of every respectable person who has worked so hard!"

"On this day of great achievement, this special day, I declare: Labor Day, a holiday for the desert, is now officially established!"

The Shayeh people were in an uproar. Amber led the standard-bearers forward and shook hands with every member of the tribe. Zodik stood aside and watched all this silently, with waves of emotion already rising in his heart.

He thought he had seen half of the messenger clearly, but now he found that the messenger was surrounded by a layer of mist. He was shocked by the words of the messenger and was even more shocked by the meaning behind the words.

The pattern in the words, the so-called overall view, was something he could not compare to at all. Zodik was quite excited. Perhaps... he would witness history.

Chapter 52: The Name of the Messenger of God Resounds Throughout the Desert

"Thank you so much! Lord Wadiye!"

In the wind-eroded land, the leader of a small clan held Wadiye's hand tightly, tears in his eyes.

Although there are many oases in the Upper Wind Erosion Area compared to other places, most of them are very small, and there are many "seasonal oases". Dozens of clans live here, but because of this, they are not large in size, and frictions often occur between clans - until half a year ago.

"Hey, what's this?"

A very young woman carrying a big sword came forward with a big smile on her face.

"Thank you too! Lord Dishiya!" The leader of the small clan saluted Dishiya, his words full of respect.

Dishia has grown a lot taller now, and Wadiye has a few more wrinkles than before, but the light in their eyes is different from before.

"As Dixia said, this is part of our job." Wadiye also waved his hand, his face full of smiles.

"Lord God's Messenger has really never given up on us as he said before..." The clan leader spoke excitedly. He took a few deep breaths, wiped away his tears, and sorted out his emotions.

Wadiye and Dishiya smiled at each other and couldn't help but recall the past.

Dishia left the Chi Nian Clan four months after the founding of Labor Day, and it was at that time that Wadiye received the commission from Amber.

Amber hopes to use Wadiye's caravan to send material support to the small clans in the upper wind erosion area, stop the fighting among them, and join in the afforestation and sand fixation work to change the environment of the upper wind erosion area.

Half a year has passed since the first batch of supplies arrived. All the small clans in the Upper Wind Erosion Area have become members of the Chi Nian Alliance, and the work of preventing wind and sand has been quite effective. Up to now, the oasis on which the clans in the Upper Wind Erosion Area depend for their survival has stabilized and is gradually expanding. The long-lasting struggle in this area has finally come to an end.

As for Dixia, she was very willing to contribute to this, so she accepted the commission to help Wadiye.

Dixia looked at the trees around her and marveled at Amber's foresight.

Up to now, all clans have united and worked together, and nearly 1/4 of the desert in the lower wind erosion area has been transformed into an oasis. When walking in it, there is no need to worry about swallowing a mouthful of sand if you open your mouth rashly, which was something that was unimaginable in the past.

The first batch of date palms had already begun to bear fruit half a year ago. By selling dates, a specialty of the desert, to the forest, the consortium had a stable source of income.

Things are different now, and the people living here have a deep understanding of this. Life is indeed getting better day by day.

Recently, the name of the Red King's Envoy has truly resounded throughout the desert. In the past, relying solely on that experimental plot of land could not convince everyone, but now it is different - 1/4 of the wind-eroded land has turned into an oasis, which is an outstanding achievement that no one can ignore.

"Now that the supplies have been delivered, it's time for me to return and report." Wadiye patted the clan leader's shoulder. "Take good care of yourself."

"Of course!"

Wadiye exchanged pleasantries with the leader for a moment, and at Dishia's urging, the two of them set off on their return journey with the caravan.

"Thinking about it carefully, the changes are really great. Now I have a large caravan with several teams under my name~" Perhaps because of the memories brought back from before, Wadiye sighed halfway through the journey, which was unanimously agreed by everyone present.

The relationship between Wadiye and Amber allowed him to seize the first wave of opportunities. Half a year ago, Amber began to protect the legitimate rights and interests of all caravans in the wind erosion area. This also means that anyone who dares to rob passing caravans here is an enemy of the alliance.

Initially, there were indeed a few members of the Gilded Brigade who were not so well-informed and had no time to think who committed crimes, but they were all killed that night, with their heads stabbed through while they were sleeping. This kind of method was the greatest deterrent, and until now no one dared to act rashly in this area.

Perhaps this is why the trade network in the desert, or more precisely in the wind-eroded land, can be truly established as it is today.

The caravans of the Forest People, which were rarely seen before, can now be often seen in the wind-eroded areas. They bring popular specialties from the forest and trade with the Sand People.

The area outside the wind erosion area is not yet a protected area, but Wadiye believes that it will be eventually.

"I heard that you built a very luxurious house in Kawanyi? You are really rich." Dixia joked from the side, and Wadiye smiled happily when he heard it.

Just as Dixia said, he made a lot of money, and a large caravan naturally needed a suitable storefront, so he invested in purchasing a piece of land to use as a base and storefront.

"But how did you find the time to take on this kind of commission this time? Didn't you always let your subordinates, Shang Du, take on this kind of work?"

"Hey, I'm planning to step back. You should know that I have a son who is 18 years old this year."

Upon hearing this, Dixia immediately knew what was going on. After careful calculation, Wadiye was already in his early forties this year, and it was normal for his son to be 18 years old. It seemed that he was planning to let his son take over his team.

"18 is still very young, right? Are you really confident?" Dixia was a little confused. Wadiye was famous for his ability to judge people. How could he be so confident in handing over his career to his son?

"There's nothing I can do even if I'm worried. I have to let him gain some experience." Although Wadiye said this, his eyes were full of confidence. He knew his son inside and out, and he was very clear about his son's abilities.

The young are to be feared. The young are to be feared.

The two chatted casually, and from time to time, members of the caravan would come to interrupt. It was not too late now, and they would reach the Shayihe clan by evening. If they set off early tomorrow morning, it would take some time to reach the Chinanian clan.

Thinking of the changes in the Chi Nian clan, Wadiye couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

……

"Huh——" In the wheat field, Amber straightened up and stretched her sore arms and waist.

Yes, wheat fields. The Chi Nian clan has now built a reasonable sprinkler circuit to reduce water waste as much as possible, and has opened up two wheat fields.

The wind blew through the wheat fields, causing a golden wave. This was a scene that was unimaginable in the past, but now it actually appeared in the desert.

"From now on, we will have the potential to achieve self-sufficiency~" Aji handed the towel to Amber to wipe the sweat off her face, sighing as he did so.

Now is the day to harvest the first crop of wheat. These wheat ears are not as big as those in the previous life that were artificially cultivated, but they are also more than four centimeters long - I can only say that Teyvat is still very magical.

The wheat was packed into bags for threshing later. A member of the Chi Nian tribe, who had just finished harvesting, handed a kettle to Amber. Amber took it and took a few gulps.

"Lord God's Messenger, shall we plant another crop of wheat?" the woman in charge of farming asked. Her tone was very gentle. There were not many people like Amber who were willing to do all kinds of things. She was even willing to take the initiative to harvest at this time. No wonder she was so trusted.

"Burn the straw, then apply fertilizer, turn the soil, and apply fertilizer again. Repeat this every two or three days. After taking care of the land, you can plant." Amber handed the kettle back and explained the details. Frequent planting can easily drain the soil's fertility, and reasonable planning is needed for long-term use.

"Yeah." The woman in charge of farming had no doubts. In her opinion, there had been no problems with Amber's decision, so they could just proceed as usual.

"Chief, construction of the new area has begun." Yi came from a corner not far away, and Singer came with her.

After a long time, Singer had changed a lot compared to the last time. He shaved his beard, put on decent clothes, and there was a bright light in his eyes. Seeing this, Amber hurriedly walked out of the wheat field and greeted Singer.

"Hey, isn't this our disciplinary officer? How come you suddenly have time to come back recently?" Amber joked with Singer, and Singer also smiled when he saw this.

"Hi, I'm just a trainee disciplinary officer. After passing the exam, I need to complete the assessment and the disciplinary officer internship at the same time. It will probably be very hard later." Singh explained with the disciplinary officer badge on his chest. Ever since the corrupt disciplinary officer of Kawanyi was replaced, the supervision there has been greatly improved. Compared with before, at least incidents like Singh's will not happen again.

"Good thing, good thing."

"Come to think of it, when I was on my way here, why were so many people building houses on that vacant lot over there?" Singer was quite puzzled. That vacant lot was basically connected to here, and the Chinanian clan didn't look like they had insufficient houses to live in at the moment.

"I want to let some merchants stay there permanently. Now there are more and more caravans traveling to and from the wind erosion land, and it's time to develop a commercial district." Amber explained. After the wind erosion land was clearly blessed for the caravans, the number of caravans traveling here increased dramatically in just a few months, and the growth trend has not stopped. So Amber naturally wanted to seize this opportunity.

"That's perfect." Singer handed a letter to Amber. "We have a commission from the House of Religion. A mentor from the Life Theory School wants to bring his students here for an inspection. We can pay you 50 Mora as a reward."

"?" Amber took the letter. She was a little confused as to why the Ministry of Education suddenly wanted to come here for an inspection.

Singer noticed Amber's confusion and found it very amusing. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Hahahaha, it seems that our Lord God's Messenger doesn't know that the situation in the Wind Erosion Land has already spread throughout the House of the Lords~"

"Everyone knows that there's a remarkable man in the desert. In just one year, he transformed a quarter of the wind-eroded land into an oasis. This is an unprecedented achievement even for the Order of the Holy Land!"

"...I see." Amber glanced at the letter and nodded.

Amber was mentally prepared for these matters to be reported to the Council of Ecclesiastes. She had previously restrained her subordinates to bring stability and reduced conflicts between the people of the Sand and the people of the Forest. Perhaps that was why there was this so-called "expedition team" instead of a punitive team or something.

But it's hard to say. God knows what the purpose of this expedition team is. These can only be confirmed after the other party arrives.

"Do you think this is feasible?" Singer's face turned serious. On the one hand, he is the disciplinary officer of the Order Institute, and on the other hand, he is also a sand man. He also cares about the meaning behind this matter. On the point of avoiding conflict between the desert and the rainforest, he and Amber agree.

"It will come sooner or later. Let them come whenever they want." Amber put the letter away. "Remember to remind them that once they come here, they must abide by the rules here. Otherwise, the Chi Nian clan will not be able to guarantee their safety."

Chapter 53: Legacy of the God King

"Damn, it's getting harder and harder to make money now."

The wind blew across the sand dunes, raising a cloud of dust. Under a rock wall, several people sat in front of a tent, complaining constantly.

They have a red ribbon tied on their foreheads, arms or other parts of their bodies, which shows their identity as members of the Gilded Brigade. There is a very eye-catching symbol on the ribbon - the Eye of Akhmara.

"Yes, all the disciplinary officers at Kawanyi have been replaced. It's very difficult to get away with it now." The burly member of the Gilded Brigade sighed, wiping his weapon helplessly.

"And over there in the Wind Erosion Land, that divine envoy's supervision is very strict. No one dares to cause trouble there anymore." The man with a crossbow slung over his shoulder shook his head. "They're leaving us no chance of survival. He's clearly the Red King's divine envoy, right? Why doesn't he control those forest people instead of restricting our business?"

Upon hearing this, the burly man glanced at the man carrying the crossbow and rolled his eyes imperceptibly.

He didn't know if this man was truly stupid or just pretending. Why didn't he have any idea of ​​his own identity? How many times had he robbed Sand People caravans in the past? Since he was doing this kind of work, he should at least be aware of the fact that he was a rat crossing the street, right?

"Alright, stop talking nonsense." The leader of the brigade put away the secret letter he had just read. The members nearby saw this and quickly asked, "Boss, what did the leader say?"

The Eye of Akhmar is one of the many Gilded Brigades, but it also has another identity - a branch of the larger Gilded Brigade, the Legacy of the God-King.

The Legacy of the God-King is mostly composed of people who believe in the Red King and will do anything for Mora. If a member wants to join, he must leave a "criminal record" of sufficient weight. This is both a token of allegiance and a "threat" when necessary.

Compared to their branch group that can only do some business that is not open to the public, our group, the Legacy of the God King, is much more powerful. It has a complete smuggling route under its name and its "business" capabilities are also strong.

"The leader told us not to do anything extreme these days to avoid attracting other people's attention." The leader did not give too much explanation, but just said it and fell silent. Even if the brothers around him had many doubts, he would never speak.

It's nothing, this incident is of great importance, and the fewer people who know the details, the better.

The leader listened to the complaints of the brothers around him, recalled what had happened recently, and couldn't help but sigh.

At first, when the title of "Red King's Envoy" was spread, except for the wind-eroded land, the rest of the places were only hot for a while, and then they returned to their daily lives, and everyone continued to do what they had to do.

There is no other reason. Who knows whether this rumor is true or not, and not everyone has the ability to confirm its authenticity. In addition, even if it is true, the results of just a small piece of land are not enough to convince everyone.

But a few months ago, the tide turned. First, the Blazing Beast Hunters and the Shaykh Clan, along with several surrounding clans, sided with the Chi Nian Clan. Then, remarkable progress was made in improving the desert land. Now, a quarter of the land has been cleared! And that's only been a year!

With this achievement, the title of Red King's Envoy was recognized by most of the desert. In addition, the Red Thought Union extended an olive branch to all the people of the sand who were willing to abide by the law, and there was already a momentum of "popular support".

The "Crime Prohibition Order" in the Lower Erosion Land that was announced by the messenger of God was a huge blow to them. After several Gilded Brigades were destroyed overnight with extremely terrifying means, no one dared to act rashly there.

This is good for the caravans doing serious business and the people of the sand who live a serious life, but it is another matter for their gilded brigade.

……

"Captain... are you really going?" On the fork in the road leading to the wind-eroded land, several people dressed in the Gilded Brigade looked at the "captain" they were talking about. The captain seemed to have suffered serious injuries before. There were several scars on his face and a lot of bandages wrapped under his clothes. Seeing the captain in such a state, several members of the brigade had complicated expressions in their eyes.

"Yes." The middle-aged man called the team leader nodded. Seeing this, several team members seemed to be about to speak, but were rejected by the team leader who had already anticipated what they wanted to say.

"No, I'm going alone this time."

"But, Captain, you..."

"There's no but. If I don't come back this time, the Akhmers Beard Brigade will be officially disbanded." The man called the commander gave the order in a stern voice, and walked towards the wind-eroded land step by step with a cane. The members behind him looked at the commander's thin back, but could do nothing.

Kusela, the leader of the Ahmar's Beard, had a slightly unsteady step and his clothes were obviously faded, probably due to repeated scrubbing.

It is hard to imagine that such a person would be the leader of a group. If even the leader looks so down and out, it usually means that the team has reached its end.

Kusela recalled the order his leader had given him before. The Beard of Ahmar, like the Eye of Ahmar, was a branch of the Relics of the God-King.

"Propose cooperation to... the Red King's envoy to obtain his blessing in smuggling?" Kusela muttered to himself, with a hint of sarcasm in his words, as if he was mocking the leader, or himself.

Who didn't know that the Red King's envoy would never allow a serious crime to occur within his territory? To think such a proposal would be passed... was somewhat unrealistic.

Being discovered by the Red King's messenger and being discovered by the disciplinary officer are different. The messenger still uses the same desert tricks. If caught by the disciplinary officer, you may still be a good man after serving your sentence, but if you are discovered by the messenger...

——You never know, you might end up joining those unfortunate souls buried under the yellow sand that very night.

This operation was undoubtedly very dangerous. If the other party was in a bad mood, he might be killed on the spot as soon as he submitted the application. Kusela knew this very well, and the leader of the God-King's relics above him also knew it.

He was undoubtedly treated as a "consumable".

Kusela knew this very well, but there was no panic in his eyes.

"Heh...it's still unclear who the loser will be!"

The wind blew up the hem of Kusela's cloak, and he walked firmly in one direction. All he could see was yellow sand and rock walls. After walking for a long time, a green scene appeared before his eyes.

Kusela felt relieved, he knew that he was almost there.