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

In the Chinanian clan, Yi was counting the amount of wheat harvested, while Amber and Singh were still discussing the details.

It was rare for Aji not to be with Amber. She was busy printing a new batch of books. As the number of people in the clan increased, this matter was also put on the agenda.

"Well, I'll go back and report after that." After Singer wrote down everything Amber said, he turned and walked towards the burial place of Kanriba, his steps quite hurried.

He has been very busy in recent days, and this time he rushed back to pay his respects and deliver the commission on the way. He will be back in half an hour.

Amber did not disturb Singh and left him enough personal space.

Not far away, a member of the Chi Nian tribe was carrying a shovel and seemed to have rushed back for something. He smiled and greeted Amber, and pretended to go back to the house. His hand on his waist made an imperceptible gesture.

Amber nodded, then walked naturally towards the direction where there were fewer people.

This did not seem unusual to anyone else. Yi was keenly aware of the situation here, and she understood it in her heart, but did not show anything.

Amber walked into a very inconspicuous empty room. She pulled out a chair and sat down. Just a moment later, the Chi Nian tribe member who was holding a shovel also came here. He changed his previous honest and simple expression, and his eyes became as sharp as a knife.

He saluted Amber respectfully. Through the gap in his cuffs, he could see the arm armor hidden underneath. It was a device used to embed energy stones to achieve "invisibility".

"Your Excellency, a man claiming to be the leader of the Achmar's Beard Brigade requests an audience."

"Ahmar's Beard? How dare this gilded brigade come to our door?" Amber put her hands together, looked at the grass and trees outside the window, thinking about something.

The people behind her were those she personally selected to carry out some "special work". So far, there are two teams, each with five people, all of whom are trustworthy and powerful enough.

It is impossible for Amber to always find time to eliminate the enemy. In fact, it was these two teams, not Amber herself, who carried out the "clean-up" against the groups committing crimes in the Lower Wind Erosion Land in the past few months.

Amber didn't quite understand for a moment. How could a group like Ahmar's Beard, which relied on robbery to make a profit, dare to come here? How could there be such courageous people in the world?

"Lord God's Messenger, do you want to 'deal with' him?" The captain of the second team spoke with respect, and he did not hesitate even for a moment when he mentioned the word "deal with".

"...No need. Change his clothes and bring him to see me to avoid being discovered by unrelated people." Amber thought for a moment and gave the order. The other party was so reckless, he must be either extremely stupid or confident. He was worth seeing.

"Yes." The captain of Team 2 nodded and turned around.

The moment he pushed the door open, he put on his honest and simple face again in just a moment, picked up the shovel beside him, and rushed in the direction he came from.

Amber sat in the chair, still in deep thought. The development of the Chi Nian Federation was inseparable from trade, and the future of the desert was also inseparable from trade. Amber had previously chosen to purge individuals and groups who dared to commit crimes in the Lower Wind Erosion Land in order to create a sufficiently safe area to attract caravans to gather here and build a commercial district for the people of the sand.

Facts have proved that this decision is very effective. Not only the Sand People caravans in the desert, but also some of the Forest People caravans that originally only dared to go to Aru Village now have the courage to come here to conduct trade. The reliable safety of the Lower Wind Erosion Land has become a new consensus, and the increasing number of caravans coming and going is an inevitable trend.

The upside is that this environment brings a series of benefits, and it also speeds up the process of the Sand People integrating with civilization. However, there are naturally disadvantages as well: although there are fewer plunderer clans in the desert now, there are still many gilded brigades that will do anything for Mora. This move is equivalent to standing against them.

However, those Gilded Brigades were not on Amber's "list of those to be won over". The New Era only welcomes those who are willing to abide by the rules, and the vast majority of ordinary Sand People also dislike those unscrupulous Gilded Brigades.

"Ahmar's beard... well, let me see what you have in store."

Chapter 54: "List"

"..."

On the way to the Chi Nian clan's base, Kusela, who had changed into ordinary Sand People clothes, walked forward silently under the leadership of the honest and simple-looking second captain. Kusela looked at the surrounding environment and glanced at the second captain's back from time to time.

He could not forget what happened before. The man in front of him maintained his current appearance and approached him without any murderous intention. The next moment he let down his guard, the dagger hidden in his sleeve was against his back.

If the other party really intended to attack him, he would probably be a corpse by now.

'How terrifying...' Kusela couldn't help but feel terrified by the methods of the envoy he was going to meet later. He could see the grass and trees planted in an orderly manner beside him, and the texture under his feet was soil instead of sand. It was indeed as the rumors said: the envoy of the Red King had the magical ability to turn the desert into an oasis.

These achievements, coupled with the ruthless methods used against the offending group before, and the terrifying skills of the man in front of him, made Kusela feel a mountain of pressure even though he had not yet seen the legendary messenger of God.

The second captain took Kusela and turned left and right, and when there was no one around, they came to the empty room where Amber was. He pushed open the door and went in first, and Kusela followed after thinking for a moment.

The door was closed by the second captain, and Kusela noticed the third person in the room at a glance. He had the same amber eyes as the rumors said, an extraordinary temperament, and an oppressive feeling without anger. All these combined made Kusela conclude that the person in front of him was definitely the rumored Red King's messenger.

"...Greetings, Lord God's Messenger." Kusela lowered his upper body and saluted Amber. The second captain's temperament changed after entering this room. He became like a sharp blade, and his sharp eyes pierced Kusela's back, as if he would be pierced if he made any rash move.

"You seem to have been seriously injured, Captain of the Ahmar's Beard." Amber sensed the person in front of her. The relatively weak vitality and complex emotions mixed together seemed to indicate that the purpose of the person in front of her was not simple at all.

"I'm curious what brings you here." Amber's fingers tapped slowly on the armrest. "As the leader of one of the Gilded Brigades who will stop at nothing for Mora, aren't you afraid you might never return?"

"...I am not afraid of death, Lord God's Messenger." Kusela raised his head and looked into Amber's eyes for the first time. It was a pair of eyes that surprised Amber. It was obvious that he was mostly feeling stressed just a moment ago, so why did he become determined now?

"Oh?" The oppressive feeling coming from Amber increased instead of decreasing. She took in the other party's reactions and emotions and made deductions.

"I'm just afraid of dying meaninglessly."

Amber narrowed her eyes slightly, spying on Kusela's "rhythm". For a moment, Kusela felt as if he had been seen through from inside and out.

"If it's true as the rumors say... there's no room for lying in front of a divine messenger." Kusela recalled one of the rumors, and the pressure in his heart increased a little.

"...Yes, you didn't lie." Amber observed for a moment, confirming that those resolutions were not false. "Then, what do you want from me?"

"Huh..." Kusela breathed a sigh of relief. Now they were getting down to business, which was a good start.

"Today, I come to see you in two different capacities, Lord God's Envoy." Kusela paused, "One is the Envoy of the Legacy of the God-King, and the other is the Captain of the Achmar's Beard Brigade."

"The Legacy of the God-King." Amber repeated slowly, "So, as the messenger of the Legacy of the God-King, what is your purpose?"

"...The Legacy of the God-King wishes to establish a partnership with you and build a network for selling canned knowledge here."

Upon hearing this, Amber recalled the news she had heard before. The so-called canned knowledge is to store "advice" and "memory" containing certain knowledge in a physical container. As long as someone is willing to use this canned knowledge and absorb this "advice" and "memories", they can master the knowledge contained therein.

It is an extremely efficient tool, but... the trade of canned knowledge is expressly prohibited by the House of Lords.

While canned knowledge is efficient, it also has major flaws. The knowledge contained in it is not necessarily accurate, and those who absorb it will also "inherit" the "flaws" in it. Just like when canned knowledge containing the memories of a one-handed sword master is used, the user will also inherit the master's bad sword-wielding habits, and... it will be difficult to correct them.

This is just one of the dangers. Long-term use of canned knowledge will lead to dependence on it, and eventually lose the ability to actively pursue wisdom. It will become like a "library" that can only passively accept old and existing knowledge, but cannot produce new knowledge on its own.

Moreover, even in Teyvat, some knowledge is "polluted". At the very least, it will cause sequelae such as headaches and tinnitus, and at the worst, it will cause people to lose their minds on the spot and become a madman.

Proper use of this kind of thing can bring great benefits, but it is obvious that smuggled canned knowledge is unlikely to follow this principle.

"Oh, that's absolutely impossible." Amber could probably think of the idea of ​​the God King's legacy. It was nothing more than the same old trick. He wanted to use his power here to provide security for their business, and he could also get considerable benefits.

However, the risks behind this are something Amber cannot afford.

"If I provide protection for such a deal, I will become a wanted criminal in the eyes of the disciplinary officials, and the alliance under my management will be shrouded in the shadow of a 'criminal organization'."

"Merchants are merchants, and chiefs are chiefs. For the chief, agreeing to such a deal was never an option from the beginning. This will drag me and my clan into trouble."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Amber's words. She would never agree to such a deal. The Federation must not become enemies with the House of Religious Orders now. Such illegal behavior of dancing on the House of Religious Orders should not be touched from the beginning.

"If this is what you, as the messenger of the God-King's legacy, wish to discuss, then my answer is: 'Absolutely not.'"

"Then next, I will negotiate with you as the leader of the Akhmara Brigade, Lord God's Messenger." Kusela felt relieved when he heard that, and Amber also sensed his emotions. This kind of peace of mind mixed with a hint of joy was too special in this situation, as if the person in front of him was glad that he had rejected the trade request for the God-King's legacy.

...Or perhaps, he was feeling fortunate that he was essentially standing on the opposite side of the God-King's Legacy Brigade.

No matter which possibility it is, it proves that there seems to be a subtle relationship between Ahmar's beard and the relics of the God-King. Amber motioned Kusela to continue, thinking in his mind.

"——We, the Achmar's Beard Brigade, wish to break away from the God-King's legacy."

As Kucera spoke, the room fell silent for a moment. Amber looked at Kucera, and she could confirm that what Kucera said was not a lie.

"It's amazing... Could it be that a brigade like yours wants to turn over a new leaf?" Amber was a little confused about Kusela's purpose before, but now she completely understood.

To those who don't know, leaving is just a matter of saying a word, but it's different for a group like the Legacy of the God-King. You can't just come and go as you please with this kind of organization.

Most of the relics of the God-King are guys who will do anything for Mora. For a leader, it is not easy to discipline such subordinates - most of these people do not have the so-called "loyalty".

In order to control their subordinates, such organizations usually adopt various methods. The Legacy of the God-King adopts the "letter of surrender", that is, those who want to join must first commit enough crimes as a token of surrender, and such crimes will be recorded by the leader as a "handle" to be used for restraint and threats when necessary.

"I have no intention of engaging in direct conflict with the Relics of the God-King, Captain Ahmar's Beard," Amber said calmly. "It would only bring us unnecessary losses."

Amber's attitude seemed to be a rejection, but she was actually waiting for Kucera's new response. Since the other party was sure, he must have enough "chips".

"...I know where the relics of the God-King are used to store the 'records'." Facing Amber's words, Kusela threw out his "chips". He was very unsure in his heart and waited silently for Amber's response.

"I see." Amber looked at the person in front of her. Her calm expression made it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

For Amber, this news is indeed worth a try. The destruction of the "Record of the Warlords" can instantly disintegrate the structure of a group like the Relics of the God King, causing them to split up and thus win without a fight.

The disappearance of such a brigade is also a good thing for Amber. According to the current trend, she will face the other party sooner or later. It seems... she has no reason to refuse such good news.

"It's a good bargaining chip." Amber intertwined the pads of her hands, "But how can you guarantee its credibility?"

——This is the problem. Simply reading emotions does not constitute complete mind reading. Amber must be cautious about this kind of information.

“…” Kusela fell silent. After thinking about it, it seemed that there was really nothing that could prove the news.

"--Tell me your reasons, the reasons why you did this." Amber sat up a little straighter. "What drove you to betray the legacy of the God-King?"

“…” Kusela fell silent again. The word betrayal did not sound nice, but it was indeed the truth.

"...Because I don't want to continue doing evil."

"Wow, this is really new." Amber's tone was slightly surprised, and this surprise came from the heart. "Retiring from the business world isn't common. To be exact... it's almost non-existent."

Kusela understood the meaning of Amber's words. Indeed, who would believe someone like him, the leader of the Akhmara Brigade, if he said he didn't want to do evil anymore?

This is not the case. Amber did sense Kusela's emotions and did not seem to be lying. It seems that the credibility is already 50%.

"I understand why you, Lord God's Messenger, don't trust me... But my team members and I really don't want to continue doing evil, because of my 'daughter'."

Chapter 55: The Dragon Was Here

Kusela glanced at the messenger in front of him, and when he felt that the other party was signaling him to continue, he told the reason.

"Actually, there are quite a few mercenaries like us."

"We end up having to join this kind of group in order to survive or for other reasons. Once we join, we can't escape it as long as the 'list' exists."

Kusela's eyes dimmed a little, and he sighed.

"Except for those lunatics, who would like a life of looting and plundering without any bottom line like this? The people we draw our swords against are innocent lives, living people..."

Kusela closed his eyes and recalled the scene he had seen in the past.

He considered himself a villain. Who in this kind of group didn't have blood on their hands? But they weren't crazy, so how could they enjoy killing people?

"But, we have no choice. The Legacy of the God King has a monthly quota for the branch group, and we need to send a certain amount of Mora to the main group. If we don't choose to do evil, we usually can't get these Mora at all."

Amber's eyes were calm. She took in everything Kusela said, but she managed her expression very well. No one could tell what she was thinking from her face.

"So, how did you manage to get through this period?"

Amber was confirming whether the other party was really trustworthy.

"Huh..." Kusela took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and spoke again: "This matter needs to be discussed a little earlier."

Amber was not in a hurry about this. She allowed Kusela to continue speaking while she made a careful assessment.

"A few years ago, while taking a break for a drink during a mission, I heard a cry and instantly understood what was going on - there was an abandoned child nearby."

Amber narrowed her eyes slightly. This kind of thing is very common in the desert, with babies being abandoned and things like that. In order to survive, there is often no so-called "humanity" here.

"I was tired of living like this and wanted to escape but there was no other way. Then I heard her crying and for some reason I remembered my childhood. By the time I realized what was happening, I had already taken her back."

Kucera's eyes flashed with reminiscence, and he waited a moment before continuing.

"I didn't know how to explain it to the brothers at the time, so I just lied and said that a woman I had dated before came to my house and now I have a child. Maybe because I like to drink and have a lot of sex, they didn't suspect anything."

"Huh... now that I think about it, I probably just suddenly wanted to be a father, right?"

Kusela thought about it, and he still didn't know what he was thinking... Maybe he just didn't want the tragedy that happened to him to happen again to this child.

"..." Amber was silent. She didn't say anything and her expression remained calm. She tended to be distrustful of such words. It was because most of the people in the Gilded Brigade were not as human as the man in front of her said.

However, Kucera's emotions and his current behavior did not seem like a lie.

"The brothers all loved this little girl. Desperate outlaws like us, living from day to day, actually found the true heart we were about to lose in her. We protected her well, preventing her from being exposed to the dark side of the brigade. Until she finally chose to leave us and strike out on her own, she didn't bear any 'debt'."

"It's rare to walk away from such a group cleanly." The second captain raised his lips slightly. He didn't really trust Kusela's words. It was too contrary to common sense, so there was a bit of sarcasm in his words.

Kusela didn't say anything when he heard this, as he knew very well how "absurd" his story seemed to others.

"...After my daughter left, I kept an eye on her and asked many old friends to help her. After that...I began to restrain my men and prevent them from continuing their evil deeds."

"So, how did you deal with those Mora who were regularly offered as tribute that you mentioned earlier?" The second captain spoke rudely. He felt that the person in front of him was talking nonsense.

"...I handed over all the money I earned from work and from saving on a daily basis."

“It’s not enough.”

"Yes... That's why I was sent here. I haven't met the quota for a long time, so I'm treated as an expendable 'pawn'."

"—You are full of lies."

"I know what I said seems absurd to ordinary people, but..."

Amber made a gesture, interrupting the argument between the two. She already had a rough answer in her mind.