Chapter 100: Red King Divine Envoy?

Legacy of the God King?

Upon hearing that name, Kuse La's expression changed instantly; with a clang, the saber at his waist was drawn, and he gritted his teeth, asking: "Are you someone from the God King's legacy?"

"Don't be so sensitive."

Luo De waved his hand, signaling Kuse La to calm down: "If I were someone from the God King's legacy, your good leg would already have been broken by me."

"."

That sounds reasonable; Kuse La stared for a moment, then frowned and asked: "Who exactly are you? What is your purpose in approaching Dixiya?"

Not someone from the God King's legacy.

Yet he is so familiar with the entanglement between himself and the God King's legacy.

What exactly does this friend of Dixiya's do? A mercenary? Yet listening to his speech, he seems like a villager.

And Luo De's following words caused Kuse La's expression to change dramatically in an instant.

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"I just know a little bit more than others."

Luo De pinched his fingers, made a gesture, then said: "For example, Dixiya's foster father, Mr. Kuse La."

That utterance of "foster father".

It completely shattered Kuse La's defenses.

He had kept this matter hidden from Dixiya for over twenty years, not even the close-knit brothers in his gang knew; how could Luo De, someone who had never interacted with him, know this!

"Who exactly are you!"

"How could you know these things!"

With his deepest secret exposed, Kuse La lunged forward in a sudden stride, grabbing Luo De's collar; his agile movements were completely unlike someone with a broken leg.

Seeing him act like a madman, he shouted fiercely: "What exactly is your purpose in approaching Dixiya!!!"

Luo De didn't struggle; he merely raised his chin mysteriously, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned, his expression becoming like that of a godman: "Your every move is under the Red King's gaze."

Red King!?

Kuse La's expression changed immediately; he spoke, doubtful and uncertain.

"Red Red King!"

"Could it be... you, you?"

"Are you also a follower of the Red King, sir?"

Upon hearing the four words "Red King follower".

Luo De chuckled, disdainfully saying: "Follower? Have you ever seen a Red King follower like me?"

Having said that.

A greenish light welled up from Luo De's body, the holy radiance of the deity, causing Kuse La, bathed in it, to almost kneel on the ground in worship.

Seeing Kuse La's eyes suddenly widen, as if he wanted to speak, Luo De raised a finger, smiling slightly, and whispered softly: "Shh, watch your words."

"Oh, oh!"

Having completely misunderstood Luo De's identity, Kuse La felt at a loss, his emotions growing more agitated: "Um, um, Divine Envoy sir, would the Red King sir still pay attention to someone like me, a small figure?"

"A small figure?"

"Heh—"

"Every child of the desert is the Red King's child; even if you are merely a tiny speck in the vast sea, who wouldn't care for their own child?"

At this moment, Luo De, shrouded in the deity's holy power, truly resembled a genuine godman.

It must be said.

With Nadixa's help.

This method of pretending to be a godman to deceive people is still quite effective.

As for whether the Red King is truly the deity governing the grass element, that has long been unknown.

What Luo De is now displaying is the genuine power of a deity; if earlier Kuse La still had some doubts about Luo De's self-proclaimed identity, then upon the appearance of true divine power, even if he still harbored some reservations, he could only go along with Luo De's words.

Speaking of which.

Currently, the faith in Sumeru is mainly divided into three major factions.

Among them, the rainforest region worships the Grass God, though some worship the Great Merciful Tree King and others worship the Little Auspicious Grass King.

As for the desert region, faith is also split there: tribal folk worship the Flower God, and the Gilded Travel Group worships the Red King.

Due to the different deities worshipped.

Thus, whether in the rainforest region or the desert region, the problem of faith conflict persists consistently.

Among them, the followers of the Great Merciful Tree King not only look down on the followers of the Little Auspicious Grass King, but also regard with equal disdain the followers of the Red King and the Flower God; conflicts among the followers of the three deities also occur from time to time.

Relatively speaking.

The desert folk are somewhat better off.

After all, for most people just getting a meal is a problem, so faith can therefore be appropriately adjusted according to need.

However, for those large tribes and the Gilded Travel Group who have no worries about food and clothing, their faith remains relatively steadfast.

For example, Kuse La.

He is a devout follower of the Red King.

Thus, after incorporating the concept that Luo De is the Red King's Divine Envoy into his mindset, Kuse La's attitude underwent a sudden 180-degree turn.

And what he is most concerned about at this moment is.

Without a doubt: "Has the Red King sir not yet passed away?"

"I've told you before not to let your imagination run wild."

"The Red King has long since passed away."

"I'm just an ordinary person who received his grace, allowing me to walk in the desert."

Luo De spread his hands, continuing to spout nonsense.

After confirming from his mouth that the Red King had indeed already passed away.

Although Kuseira's spirit was wounded, he still firmly believed Luo De was the divine envoy of some god.

"What? Just an ordinary person."

"Nonsense."

"Can an ordinary person know the deepest secret in one's heart?"

"Can an ordinary person casually wield a god's power?"

"What's more,"

"Kuseira was quite certain he had never told anyone that Dixiya was someone he picked up, not even when drunk."

"Everyone he knew only knew of Dixiya's origin from his single remark that he made a mistake while drunk."

"So Luo De didn't say anything else."

"But based solely on this sentence, Kuseira had no doubts, attributing Luo De's omniscience and omnipotence to that god who deeply loves his people—even a mercenary as lowly as himself, whose life is cheaper than an ant, would receive the god's gaze."

""A fanatic's brain.""

""Tsk tsk.""

He secretly sighed, then Luo De said: "Stay, bring the people of Ahmar's Whiskers as well; A Ru Cun is large enough to accommodate you."

""This""

Kuseira instinctively wanted to refuse, but upon thinking of Luo De's identity as a god's divine envoy, he hesitated again.

After a moment.

He then sighed and said: "Divine Envoy, sir."

""Just call me Luo De.""

Luo De interrupted Kuseira: "If the Academy hears the title 'Divine Envoy,' they'll surely send discipline officers to hunt me down; if you want me dead sooner, keep calling me that."

""That's right.""

Kuseira embarrassedly scratched his head, then tentatively said: "Well, then I'll call you, Luo De?"

""You'd better forget that identity of mine.""

""Just speak normally, don't use any honorifics.""

""Otherwise, if Dixiya sees it, she'll surely become suspicious.""

Luo De frowned slightly, reminding Kuseira to watch his tone.

"".""

Out of an old father's sharpness, Kuseira seemed to sense something: "You, and Dixiya?"

""I said, when speaking to me don't use any honorifics—just call me however you like.""

""Besides, I told you before—I'm just an ordinary person who merely happened to receive the Red King's favor; don't regard me as some god's spokesperson.""

Upon saying that,

Kuseira suddenly understood, and a smile unconsciously curled his lips: "I understand."

Then.

He again whispered to himself: "This child has indeed received the god's protection."

After saying that,

His earlier formality before the god's divine envoy had largely been dispelled by Luo De and Dixiya's relationship, and his tone when speaking with Luo De became much more relaxed.

""God Luo De, did you just mean that you want Ahmar's Whiskers to join A Ru Cun?""

""That's not impossible; as long as A Ru Cun is willing to accept us, it's fine.""

""Just.""

""After all, we have committed so many unforgivable sins.""

Kuseira lowered his head slightly, bitterly saying: "Moreover, since you and Dixiya have that relationship, you surely know how much she minds what we've done; I don't want to cause her trouble."

""In the desert, one has no choice.""

Luo De patted Kuseira's shoulder, comforting him: "Besides, you too were driven by the God King's legacy; there's no overnight grudge between parent and child—just clear things up."

""There's no overnight grudge between parent and child.""

This sentence moved Kuseira deeply.

No matter how tough he acts, his care for Dixiya is genuine, and his desire to be a good father is sincere.

He is now old and burdened with injuries.

If he could openly discuss the past with Dixiya and enjoy family bliss, just thinking about it makes one yearn.

But upon further thought,

But his face grew even more bitter as he shook his head and sighed: "You don't know the God King's legacy's methods; if I bring people to A Ru Cun, they won't let us go."

""Heh—""

Luo De laughed: "Then let them come; I'd like to see whether it's Kantisi's gun that kills without a trace, or their blades that are sharper."

Luo De remained quite confident in Kantisi's ability.

Although he had never crossed hands with her, he had still witnessed her slaying monsters during the great sandstorm.

The martial arts inherited from the Red King gave Kantisi the skill of a top-tier expert.

The duty of a guardian gave her, who appears gentle outwardly, a decisive and ruthless character.

Facing such a Kantisi,

Luo De didn't think that the God King's legacy, which couldn't even handle Ahmar's Whiskers, could bring any troublesome headache to A Ru Cun.

It just so happens that now, whether A Ru Cun is expanding its cultivated area or constructing new basic facilities, it requires a large number of participants.

Let's not talk about that.

Just Luo De's experimental field for expanded cultivation, after a few days of busy work, already shows a shortage of manpower, let alone the upcoming A Ru Cun, which will have things to do everywhere.

When the time comes, it will be just right for the people of Ahema'er Zhixu to arrive.

A Ru Cun won't be short of a few meals for them; these strong-bodied mercenaries with decent combat ability can serve as heavy labor and also double as village guards.

That's a win-win.

As for the sins they committed in the past.

Anyway, Sumeru has no death penalty; even the Great Sage who committed blasphemy was ultimately sentenced to exile—exile to the rainforest area is exile, exile to A Ru Cun is also exile, so letting them come to A Ru Cun to do hard labor is not unacceptable.

(End of chapter)