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

This ability, which should have surprised Falusan, did not cause any waves at this time. Falusan just silently picked up the tools and inspected Tamimi with the help of Amber.

There were no replacement parts available at the moment, so they just oiled the places that needed to be replaced and counted the places that needed to be replaced. Falushan did it very carefully, and the process lasted for a long time, so long that the temperature slowly dropped. Amber put a thick cloak on Falushan.

"Thank you." The inspection came to an end, and Falushan put down her tools and put on her cloak. She looked a little better.

"What happened?" Amber asked the question she had always wanted to ask. Falushan was mentally prepared at that moment. She handed the four letters to Amber and sighed deeply.

After getting permission to read, Amber opened the four letters. After spending some time reading them, Amber understood the problem.

Falusan has been trapped in the ruins for a hundred years - but she is not alone, she has her own home, her own friends and her own life. This letter is one of the four letters written by Falusan's mentor, her mother, her family, and her students during her disappearance.

After Farusan disappeared, her mother never gave up looking for her until her old body could no longer support her.

But even so, she did not give up hope of finding Farusan. With the help of Farusan's teachers and students, they came up with a solution, which was to transform Tamimi and let a mechanical life with a regeneration mechanism go to find Farusan on their behalf.

This Tamimi was the mechanism that Falusan discovered when she was studying the ruins a hundred years ago. She once became Falusan's assistant and messenger until she had an accident.

Amber suddenly remembered a rumor. The rumor said that in this desert, there was a strange relic dragon beast. It would not actively attack, nor did it belong to any relic. It just wandered alone on this sea of ​​sand and among the various ruins. No one knew what its purpose was, but those who had seen it gave it a title - Relic Wanderer.

This was a rumor from more than ten years ago. There have been few sightings of the Ruins Wanderer in the past ten years. Who would have thought that it was somewhere nearby? No one would have thought that... this so-called Ruins Wanderer was just a mechanical life that carried the wishes of many people to find the whereabouts of Falusan.

The four letters expressed their longing for Farusan in different tones, especially for Farusan's mother. Amber didn't know how to describe the complex emotions she felt for a moment.

A hundred years, a full hundred years, Falusan, who did not belong to this era, came here by accident. Everything she saw was no longer the same as before. She was like a boat forgotten by the ocean of time. No one could imagine how lonely she was.

All kinds of words were stuck in Amber's mouth. She didn't know how to comfort her. If she, who had not experienced what Farusan had experienced, were to say those words, would it be a little too light and hurt her heart?

This kind of hesitancy is obviously not Amber's style, but she is indeed troubled by it.

"Okay, I'm not that fragile." Falusan forced out a slightly stiff smile. Her eyes were slightly red, but there were no tears. Just as Falusan's mother said in her heart, she was a strong person.

"In that case, I was actually overthinking it." Amber suppressed her slight hesitation and forced a smile. "Although this isn't quite appropriate for me to say, as someone living in this era..."

"——Welcome back, Falusan."

Amber extended a hand to Falusan, and her words were gentle in a way that was unique to her, revealing her worry and concern for Falusan. This was actually the best medicine for Falusan - she was not alone at the moment, and there were still people who cared about her.

There were some tears in her eyes, but Falusan couldn't hold them back. She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, straightened her clothes solemnly, and shook hands with Amber.

She glanced at Amber, then at the sky, as if she was speaking to Amber and also to those who had passed away: "Well, I'm back."

"Gurgle--" Tamimi, as a machine, seemed to have sensed what everything in front of it represented, and it made a sound that best matched the corresponding emotion that a machine could make.

This loneliness that spanned a hundred years fell on Falusan's shoulders accidentally, but she now felt that it was not so scary. She still had friends by her side, as well as Tamimi, the messenger from the old times. Perhaps everything was not so bad.

Her journey should not stop here, she will continue to write her own legend - in this era.

Volume Two

Chapter 1: New Environment, New Problems

"Kucela, this is your share."

In the Chi Nian clan, Yi sat at the tables and chairs under the awning, facing the clan members who were lined up one by one. As she handed small bags of Mora to the Chi Nian clan members, her free hand was also making notes in the notebook.

There are two other sheds like this. Two years ago, as the clan grew in size, she selected "assistants" to help her manage the sheds.

"Oh, this is a lot this time!" Kusela took the purse with great joy, weighed it, and quickly retreated to the side so as not to delay the people behind him from collecting their own Mora.

Kusela looked at this bustling scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. Such scenes became more and more exciting every year. It had happened four times so far. He could be said to have witnessed the Chinanian clan reach this point today.

Thanks to the wise decision of the Lord God's Messenger, according to the size of each clan and the size of the garrison, appropriate sized plots of land were designated for planting date palms that could normally produce dates, and then exported through her connections in exchange for benefits. These benefits will be reasonably distributed according to the degree of contribution of each person to the work arranged by the relevant clan, ensuring that every member of the clan who works can be rewarded.

For example, Kusela, as the captain of the security team, can get a relatively large amount. This amount is equivalent to working diligently in Kawanyi for half a year. It is enough to show how profitable exporting date palms can be.

Kusela looked around with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes. It had been four years since he came here. These four years had been changing with each passing day. In the first year after he came, the envoy of God officially started the export of dates. It was also at that time that the members of the Chi Nian tribe and even all the clans of the Chi Nian Federation received their own rewards. With the establishment of the concept of "paid labor", the people of the sand had more motivation to promote the decision of the envoy of God.

In the desert tradition, the work done by individuals in a clan-based collective is often "unpaid", or there is no arrangement to pay a considerable amount of money directly to the clan. When the clan is prosperous, the members will have enough food and clothes to wear. When the clan declines, the members will also lack food and clothes. In other words, "surplus" like this is rare, and even if there is a surplus, it is often the private property of a few backbone members and leaders.

Amber had set a precedent at the beginning, and later it was proved that her decision was correct as always. If we say that at the beginning the people of the sand were driven by common ideals to steadily advance the plan formulated by Amber, then now it is the ideals and interests that bind them together tightly, which brings tremendous motivation.

Starting from the second year, at the instruction of Amber, the Chinanian clan and other qualified clans in the union began to implement the expansion plan, built a lot of houses, and at the same time widely took in all clans that wanted to join the union. This brought a lot of fresh blood, that is, more labor force. Today, about 60% of the sand people in the entire desert have gathered in the various clans in the wind erosion area.

——The messenger of God is truly practicing what she promised to the entire desert.

Kusela looked around and saw a completely different scene compared to previous years. The current size of the Chinanian clan had more than doubled - this did not include the market next to it. The branch clan and other clans had also expanded to varying degrees.

The current Chi Nian clan can be said to be a complete town. Many buildings have been expanded, such as the library, breeding farms, farmland and school, and it even has its own square. The market is only a hundred meters away from the clan’s base. If Kusela were to evaluate the current life in the Chi Nian clan, he would feel that it is more comfortable than Xumi City. The people of the sand really need to live in such an environment to feel comfortable.

Kusela walked slowly towards the market. Today happened to be the 15th, which was the designated date for the rally, so it was natural for him to go and spend some money at this time.

The fair was getting busier by the month. Half a year after Kusela came here, the entire fair was declared basically completed. At that time, the construction of the Adventurer's Association branch was also nearing completion. Many adventurers who had heard the rumors had come here and were moving around the desert branch. The subsequent development was smooth sailing. Many businessmen who saw the business opportunities - local or foreign, established various shops here. Facilities such as blacksmith shops, supply stores, and hotels were built within half a year.

At that time, the Chi Nian clan and the clans in the alliance had basically solved the problem of food and clothing. In addition, with a series of profit-making decisions such as the export of dates, the clan members had a lot of money of their own. With spare money and consumption needs, it was natural to form a cycle. Today, if the people of the sand are asked to choose whether to live here, most of them will answer "yes".

Kusela walked slowly into the market, and what he saw was a bustling scene. On the market day, many caravans would gather here, and individuals and groups who needed to purchase supplies would also gather here. There were even many people who wanted to find a job and came here to try their luck. It could be called a complete market.

With so many people, management is actually quite troublesome. Logically, there will be many unexpected situations, but Kusela has seen very few of them so far. His team is not responsible for the security work in the market, and they often travel with the tree-planting teams, and they are away for half a month at a time, so they don’t know much about the situation in the market.

All I can say is that the God's envoy's skills are unexpectedly strong and have been surpassing his cognition.

Kusela strolled slowly along the main road of the market. There were many stalls on both sides. Compared with fixed shops, the rent of stalls was much cheaper, and small caravans usually preferred to set up stalls. Most of the people coming and going here were people of the sand, but there were also many people of the forest. Among them, adventurers wearing green as the main color were more common. These adventurers did not account for the largest proportion at the moment, but they usually accounted for the largest proportion here.

"Uncle, how much is this chair?" Kusela stopped in front of a furniture stall. There was not a single nail on the wooden chairs displayed here. They were mainly mortise and tenon structures, and the materials were carefully cut. They were visibly sturdy.

There are cushions on the chairs. Judging from the skin color of the stall owner and the materials used in the furniture, they should be a small caravan from the forest. In recent years, just talking about the wind-eroded land, the relationship between the people of the sand and the people of the forest has improved a lot. It may also be that the so-called hatred of the people of the sand towards the people of the forest was not solid to begin with, and now that they have a good life, those dissatisfactions have disappeared.

"This amount." The old man selling the chair made a gesture. Kusela thought for a moment and paid the money readily. This chair was more expensive than ordinary furniture, but there was a reason for its high price. The materials and the level of care were unmatched by others.

"I'll go to another stall first and come back to get it later." Kusela gave the old man a few instructions, and didn't seem to worry about being cheated at all, and headed towards another stall.

This is thanks to the good management of this place by the messenger of God. Few people dare to cheat or act cunningly. In terms of stability, it may be better than most markets in the forest.

It's nothing, it's just that the cost of cheating and making dirty money here is much higher than anywhere else. The customs in the desert are not as "civilized" as those in the forest. There are no so-called decrees in common sense here. Instead, there are various rules, which reveal bloody rules.

Less serious cases of cheating will result in the person being ordered to pay compensation and be fined. If the offense is repeated, the punishment will be increased depending on the circumstances. Relatively serious violations of the rules will result in real suffering - as for what kind of suffering, in the perception of the people of the sand, only suffering that involves blood can be considered suffering.

Thanks to such tough measures, the current environment has been created.

Compared to the leisurely atmosphere in Kusela, the atmosphere in the building in the middle of the market, opposite the Adventurer's Association's Desert Branch, was more formal. After crossing the hall and arriving at the office in the deepest part, a man in his fifties with a dignified look on his face sat on a chair, flipping through the report in his hand.

There was a long sword hanging at his waist, which was obviously an elemental weapon. Such weapons always had Amber's personal logo engraved on the handle. Only she could create such a thing - to be precise, the core of creating such a weapon.

The man's name is Abdul. He is one of the veterans who followed Amber in the beginning. As the Chinanian clan has become basically self-sufficient, he no longer needs to hunt. As one of the few people who can be fully trusted, he was arranged here to lead a group of people to be responsible for the management of the market.

Abdul was wearing quite formal attire at the moment. As the manager of the market, his presence represented the face of the clan, so it was necessary for him to dress nicely. At present, the market was controlled by the Chi Nian clan, and Mora was flowing into the pockets of the Chi Nian clan continuously. This was a wealth that ordinary people could not imagine at all.

With the continuous development of the Chi Nian clan's settlement, the total population of the Chi Nian clan has now exceeded 5,000, which is more than twice the total population of the previous Shayihe clan. This does not include the permanent population in the market. Although it is not as good as Aru Village, it is completely incomparable to Aru Village in terms of prosperity.

Jokingly speaking, maybe the current Chinanian clan is more suitable for the name "Aru" than Aru Village.

The wind erosion area currently gathers about 10% of the sand people in the entire desert. Basically, most of the clans have gathered here. The remaining people are mostly some gilded brigades, sand people gathered in Kawanyi, and a small number of clans that are too far away. If you carefully count, the entire desert may have less than people - this is limited by the current environment and productivity, especially the special environment of the desert.

Sixty percent of these nearly 10 people, or nearly 6, are scattered among different clans in the wind erosion area, and more than half of them are gathered in the lower wind erosion area, that is, in the surrounding clans where the Chi Nian clan is located.

The gathering of so many people did cause a lot of trouble, but those troubles were quickly resolved by Amber who was well prepared. Perhaps she should express her gratitude here for the benefits brought by the title of "Red King's Envoy", so that most of the people of the sand who gathered here through the call would be willing to follow her arrangements.

But matters of that level had little to do with Abdul. He looked at the report in his hand with a frown.

Chapter 2: "Rules"

"Kamal, this part of the information is what your team is responsible for compiling, right?" Abdul pointed to a part of the report. Kamal, who was called over, quickly leaned over to take a look and nodded after a moment.

"Yes, my team is responsible for it. After investigation, the news is true and reliable, and the possibility of fallacy is very small." Kamal was making a report. He is the captain of the third team of the Chinanian Market Management Brigade. There are a total of 5 teams like this, responsible for the management and inspection of different areas of the market, as well as complaint handling and emergency response. At this time, except Kamal, the other four captains were sitting in the conference room next door, holding a work report meeting that came with the rally day.

Today happened to be the weekly reporting day, when the team leader would summarize and classify the situations in his management area and submit them to the team leader Abdul, who would make the decision.

"In that case, it seems I need to go there in person tonight." Abdul put the report in the drawer, slowly stood up from the chair, and looked sharply at the area managed by the third team. His calloused hand subconsciously touched the hilt of the knife.

It was already dusk, so it was just right to have a slow dinner before going there.

"Since you're going to do it yourself, I guess I don't need to worry about this anymore." Kamal's mouth curled up slightly. The man was in trouble now, but who could he blame? It was because he didn't follow the rules.

"Sitting here all day is not good for my waist. At my age, I can't compare with you young people. I should walk more when I have the chance." Abdul made a little joke, waved to Kamal with his back, and walked out of the office.

Walking out of the management team, opposite is the Desert Branch of the Adventurer's Association. The current branch is as popular as ever. Many adventurers gather here to accept commissions and settle commission rewards. One of the adventurers' usual sources of income is these, the various commissions issued by the client through the association.

Many of the commissions were issued by the surrounding residents. After all, the association was here, so it was a good idea to use such a convenient way of hiring people. Even the Chi Nian clan itself would sometimes issue some commissions, so the abilities of most adventurers were still trustworthy.

Abdul straightened his clothes. He was wearing a dress that was popular in Fontainebleau. The environmental governance work in the past four years had made great progress. The wind erosion area had reached the final stage. The climate here was just as Amber had said at the beginning. There was a dry season and a rainy season. Sometimes there would even be a small shower.

Thanks to this, the dressing habits of most of the Sand People living here have changed. For example, the durable daily clothes from Fontaine are very popular here, such as the clothes worn by Fontaine workers, and some of the formal wear.

Even Abdul liked it very much. These clothes usually consist of lining and outer garments, with buttons and belts, as well as longer pants and very wear-resistant boots. The temperature difference in the wind-eroded land is far less than before, and it is much milder. You can take off the coat when it is a little hot, and put it back on when it is cold. It is not inconvenient at all.

Moreover, it does not hinder movement like the robes in the forest. The belt can also be used to hang some weapons and other items, so there is almost no hindrance to movement.

As the sun sets, many stalls have begun to close up. Most of these people choose to stay overnight nearby before leaving. Those who plan to leave on the same day usually close up their stalls and leave at two or three in the afternoon.

Abdul walked slowly towards a food stall not far away. The stall owner was familiar with Abdul. When he saw Abdul coming and nodded, he knew that it would be the same as before and quickly put the noodles into the pot.

The stall owner was one of the first people to settle here. His initial target customers were the adventurers who gathered here. Food is the most important thing for people, and adventurers are also human beings, so naturally they cannot avoid three meals a day. Although they carry a lot of dry food with them, who doesn't want to have a hot meal if they have the conditions?

He is from Liyue and is very good at making noodles. The mixed noodles with sauce are a must-try. If you choose soup noodles, there are also flatbreads sold nearby. It is also a nice experience to buy two flatbreads and eat them with the noodle soup.

Perhaps the people from the country of wealth are born with a talent for making money. The first step he took when he came here was to make local improvements based on the local materials and local people's tastes. There is a lack of fresh vegetables in the desert, so the vegetables here are quite expensive, but there is no shortage of meat. Many people will sell meat obtained from hunting here. In addition, poultry farming has been booming in the desert in recent years, so there is no shortage of poultry meat and eggs.

As for wheat flour, the main ingredient, he has many channels to buy it at a suitable price, thanks to the fact that it is grown in all clans. That is why his business is booming.

"Here, this is your noodles!" The stall owner placed a bowl of noodles in front of Abdul, and picked up a spoon to add some chili peppers to his bowl. Most people in Liyue like spicy food, but few people in the desert can handle spicy food. Abdul is one of those few people, and that's why he became familiar with the stall owner.

Abdul chatted with the stall owner for a few minutes and then focused on eating the noodles. The noodles were as chewy as ever and Abdul enjoyed it very much.

"I'll leave the money for dinner here. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Come back another day."

"Row!"

The stall owner didn't even look back, concentrating on the work in his hands. He knew Abdul very well and was not worried at all that he would not pay.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and many shops had turned on their lights, while some were closed. Abdul's target was one of the closed shops.

Many shop owners do not live in the shop, but rent a house nearby. However, even if the shop is closed at this time, they are most likely busy sorting things out in the shop. This is the best opportunity. There will be no outsiders in the shop, and there is no need to worry about causing any disturbance.

Abdul walked to the front of the store. Through the door he could hear the sound of someone clearing up the debris. Abdul touched his stubbled chin and knocked on the door a few times.

"Who is it? This place is closed. You'd better wait until tomorrow to buy." A young man's voice came from inside the door, which was consistent with the report.

"Alas, I was delayed today and came late. I need it urgently, so I can pay more. Can you please be kind and sell some to me?" Abdul changed his tone slightly. When the shop owners heard that there was money to be made right at their doorstep, they opened their shops without any suspicion.

If it were any other store, Abdul would have squeezed in at this time, otherwise the owner would probably close the door when he saw his appearance. But based on the information this time, he didn't need to do that, as the young man most likely didn't know him.

"Please come in, please come in!" The owner warmly welcomed Abdul into the store. Just as the news said, he did not recognize Abdul at all and thought he was just an ordinary old man from the Sand People.

There are many shelves in the store, and there is a large table in the middle of the store, on which are placed many spices. Spices are the most indispensable seasonings in the entire desert and even in the entire Xumi. A store like this basically does not have to worry about having no business as long as it does not play any tricks.

"Look, what do you want? I have some high-quality spices here. Since you are old and it is not easy for you to get them, I will not charge you more. I will sell them to you at the original price!" The owner's attitude was quite enthusiastic, but Abdul had lived for so many years, how could he not see the gleam in his eyes? He knew that he had been targeted by him.

Well, let him try and see if this person can really do what is said in the news.

"Alas, I don't know much about spices. I've been a mercenary for most of my life, and you don't seem like someone who would cheat me. How about you recommend some spices for me? Just the spices you usually use for barbecue!"

"No problem! No problem!" The owner rubbed his hands, took Abdul to the table, and pointed to the spices in the red porcelain basin on the table.

"This is a wonderful spice! I bought some spice berries from the forest, mixed them with cinnamon, star anise, cloves, and cardamom, and ground them into powder! I call it five-spice powder, and it's perfect for cooking!"

"If you want barbecue, you'd better buy some cumin powder, salt and so on. I happen to have them all here, so I'll sell them all to you for this amount!" The owner pointed out a number, and Abdul immediately looked embarrassed, and the owner hurried to explain.

"Don't be offended. It's expensive for a reason. You can buy some and try it first. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Abdul maintained his disguise, with a private light flashing in his eyes, confirming something.

He pinched a little of the five-spice powder that the young man mentioned, applied a little bit of it on his upper lip, breathed it into his nose and sniffed it, then sprinkled the rest on the tip of his tongue and savored it carefully.

"...What do you think?" The shop owner was obviously a little dumbfounded, but he still maintained his composure on the surface. He didn't expect that this spice man's movements were so skilled. Could it be that he had lied about not knowing about spices?

"Five-spice powder? I think there are only three spices." After confirming the owner's character, Abdul no longer pretended. His eyes, which were soft and even a little honest before, were now extremely sharp, which made the owner tremble in his heart for a moment.

"You...you should have said it earlier! If you knew you knew so much about spices, I would definitely not dare to say that!" Facing Abdul's sharp eyes, the shopkeeper lost his confidence for a moment, but when he didn't look at Abdul, there was some resentment hidden deep in his eyes.

'Fuck! They're here to mess things up!'

But Abdul had a sword hanging from his waist. Although he looked old, he was still very strong. If he fought, he would most likely be defeated - it seemed that he could only beg for mercy?

Well, just apologize and admit your fault, or at least compensate him with some spices, otherwise it will not benefit anyone if a quarrel breaks out.