Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 55:

Of course, Sui Xiong can't just put Kerseymens back into the world like this. This guy is very strong and has a stupid brain. Maybe he will cause some trouble in the world.

So he decided, in any case, to give this "Devil of Wolf" a little bit of basic common sense for the 23,000-year-old "Devil of Wolf".

This is really hard work, especially the educated party is still a fool.

What a fool it is!

A fool!

For the next ten days, "It's a fool, we don't know the same as a fool", these words repeatedly appeared in Sui Xiong's mouth and heart.

But after more than ten days, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, roaring and leaving a sentence "Let Wo La teach you to forget," he broke the pointer and blackboard, and ran away without looking back.

Only Kerseymens, with a dazed face, sat blankly at the desk, wondering why Teacher Jellyfish was suddenly crazy.

"This little **** is the worst student I have ever taught!" Sui Xiong muttered to himself, listlessly.

At this moment, he turned himself into an invisible void thing, floating in the sky above the main plane, cruising in the wind. It really is just like Zhuangzi's so-called "a boat of unrelatedness", free and easy.

It's just that he is very depressed, not at all happy.

The guy that cuts the ears of Menz is terribly stupid!

As an ancient demon king, his intelligence is not low, at least he has a good memory. What Sui Xiong taught him, basically at most three times, he can remember. However, when it needs to transform "memory" into "thinking", it is very clumsy. For example, Sui Xiong taught it that one plus one equals two, then teaches it one plus two equals three, and so on. Then asked what two plus three is equal to. It will think for a long time, try to remember, and finally look at Sui Xiong with a very innocent look, and answer "Teacher, you didn't teach me this."

……

Sui Xiong can endure so many days, even he admires himself.

But no matter how patient you are, today I finally reached the limit.

"Oh! I hope Wo La can teach it..." Sui Xiong sighed deeply, buried her guilt towards Wo La, and squinted his eyes to relax.

Unconsciously, he fell asleep.

While he was asleep, he suddenly heard crying.

"Huh? Who is crying?"

Sui Xiong opened his eyes and looked at the place where the cry came from below.

It's also a coincidence that he floated so casually and unknowingly flew over the gold coin federation, just to see the mighty and huge migration team slowly marching like ants moving.

A cremation was being held in a small area near the migration team. A dozen corpses were placed on a pile of wood and were engulfed by the raging flames. With the billowing smoke and the cry of relatives, they turned into piles of ashes. .

Sui Xiong frowned and quickly dropped to a height close to the ground. He randomly selected a strong man who looked like the host of the cremation, probed his thinking with divine power, and learned the whole story.

It turns out that these people all died of illness.

Although the God of Plague used his divine power to prevent the explosion of a large-scale plague, how could a large group of people travel long distances in this increasingly hot weather?

Those young and strong are okay. Once the young and the weak get sick, even if they are treated by a doctor, it is difficult to survive.

Leave aside, most patients need to stay in bed and also need adequate nutrition. Neither of these two items can be satisfied in the migration team.

In this case, the dead will naturally continue to appear.

When the migration first started, the situation was just fine. But as the migration time gets longer and longer, people's health is getting worse and worse, and more and more people die of illness.

The strong man who presided over the cremation was a knight. He took the villagers under his control and migrated from the north all the way to the south. In this process, people have been dying of illnesses and diseases. By now, more than one-tenth of the 400 people in a village have died.

However, among the corpses at the funeral today, only one came from his leader. The rest came from the rule of other lords, because it happened that there was a large open space where his leaders camped, so they were transported here to be cremated together.

Looking at the grieving faces of the thin migrants, Sui Xiong let out a light sigh and slowly flew up.

Looking into the distance, you can see more than one thick smoke, and you can hear crying from many places. With such a huge migration team, many people die every day.

Sui Xiong frowned, and flew to the merchant's migration team.

Cremation is also being held here. Although the situation is much smaller than that of the noble migration team, there is no big difference in essence.

Farmers are already short of food and clothing, living in poverty, coupled with the long journey, their living standards have almost been extremely low. Even if the merchants are working hard to maintain their lives, they can do very little.

Of course, compared to the aristocratic side, the merchant side is indeed better.

But... Sui Xiong watched these migrants carefully. Most of them are already very thin, although they are not yet "skin and bones", there is indeed no oil and water to consume.

If you continue to migrate like this, it will not take long for a large number of people to die!

He furrowed his brows, secretly worried.

Just then, he noticed a conversation.

It was a few young people, talking with priests and a small businessman who looked like the leader of the team.

"Oh! Two more died today." The little businessman said frustratedly, "Every day, people are dead, even if there are doctors and priests, there is no way..."

"Divine art is not omnipotent, neither is medicine." The priest comforted him, "Don't be too sad, you have done your best."

"I think I should be able to do better." The little businessman was gloomy. "If I am strong enough to influence the country's policies, I might be able to stop this great migration."

"But in that case, there may be war." As a member of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, the priests are very clear about the reasons for their migration~IndoMTL.com~ sighed, "The contradiction between the merchant school and the aristocratic school has been To the point where it’s tangible, if you don’t make a big migration and separate each other, I’m afraid it’s already fighting."

The little businessman sighed for a while, and then said: "If the big council were able to get involved in the first place, maybe there won't be so many things, right?"

"It should be, my lord originally wanted everyone to sit down and talk about any contradictions, even if some things cannot be resolved, just solve some of them first." The priest showed indignation and said angrily." Those short-sighted people! One by one just think about the boring things that may affect inheritance or hinder the sacredness of the nobles, and don't want to really fight, people are dead, and there is a ghost's inheritance or sacredness. Sex!"

He is obviously inclined to the merchant school, and he doesn't have a good impression of the aristocratic school. At this moment, he is getting more and more angry, and he is constantly criticizing the aristocratic school.

The little businessman and several of his entourage nodded their heads again and again.

Sui Xiong looked at their hearts with divine power and found that they simply and clearly attributed the suffering caused by this great migration to the selfishness and short-sightedness of the aristocracy.

He shook his head and flew to the noble sect again. After searching carefully, he was also discussing the reasons for the great migration.

It’s just different from the merchants. The aristocrats attribute the problem to the greed of the merchants. They think it’s the merchants who chase wealth and status unscrupulously, and they will make things more and more difficult. Otherwise, everyone’s wife Isn't it nice to live a normal life?

In short, a thousand words are the fault of the other party.

After carefully reading the situation on both sides, Sui Xiong shook his head and sighed, and found the goddess of wealth.

"I just went to watch the migration team." He said, "I always feel...they seem to be going to fight another battle!"