I am God Chapter 108: : Slaves and Artisans

In the remote town, there is only one rally a month, and people from the nearby Sanye villages will come to participate, and the town will be extraordinarily lively at this time.

The hawker sat on the ground with a few simple things in front of him.

The most common ones are all kinds of bone tools, and the rare ones are some precious strange stones and objects inlaid with gems; the most common food is the ancestor fish, in addition to some rare things caught in the sea things.

There are tall clover people carrying baskets made of naked fern on their backs, leading their children through the crowd, and there are also young people frolicking through the streets.

Today, Standito also came to pick what he wanted.

"Hi!"

Suddenly a slightly familiar voice came from behind, and the craftsman squatting in front of the booth immediately turned his head, but only saw a figure from behind.

He stood up and chased after him, and then saw the other party at the corner of a quiet street.

This is a female trefoil with white bone armor, she looks at Santito with a smile in her eyes.

Stantito recognized the other party at a glance, and bowed respectfully.

"So it's Your Highness Saliman!"

Princess Saliman stepped forward, and her words were full of regret: "Stantito, you actually became a craftsman here."

Stantito nodded: "Because, I was originally a craftsman."

Princess Saliman shook her head: "No, you are a descendant of Saint Tito, the chosen lucky son."

"You shouldn't waste your life here, you were born with a different mission."

The noble princess stretched out her hand to Santito: "Come!"

"Lucky boy, we need your help."

Stantito looked at each other quietly, his eyes were not moved in the slightest.

"Help you what, help you fight Henir?"

"I don't care about the war between you and Henir at all, and I don't care who will become the king of Xiyin Sai."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Saliman looked at Santito who turned and left, and shouted anxiously.

"We just want to save our country! Is there anything wrong with that?"

"This war has been fought for too long, and too many people have died."

Stantito smiled without looking back: "If you don't want to fight anymore, if you don't want to die."

"You can surrender now, and this war will end soon."

Saliman chased after him: "I hope you can help us open the door to the kingdom of the gods and pray to the great God Insai."

"Stantito."

"Even if you don't want to end this war, don't you want to be the second saint to meet the gods after your ancestors?"

Stantito finally stopped, and something in Saliman's words moved him.

He turned around and looked at Princess Saliman seriously.

Ask her: "Opening the gate of the kingdom of God requires you to give up some of the most precious things. Are you sure your king will be willing?"

Sallyman immediately agreed: "Of course!"

"Our loyalty to the gods has never been questioned."

Stantito let out a chuckle: "What if the price is for you to give up the giant Ruhe?"

Sallyman's eyes froze for a moment, and there was hesitation in his expression.

But she still said: "Wang will definitely make the right choice."

For a moment, Santito was moved.

He felt that he might be able to make the princess and King Samo give up the power of the Ruhe giant monster, so as to receive the gift of the gods from the kingdom of gods.

Give up the destruction and welcome the light.

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Stantito sat and thought all night.

He felt that it might not be so easy to go back this time. He could be a neutral in the war between the Henir dynasty and the Samo family, but as long as he intervened, it meant that he could never turn back.

No matter what his reasons and original intentions are.

What greets him is either success with little hope, or death or a more tragic ending.

But he still felt that he should go, because he felt that this might be the last hope.

So is.

The Sanye people finally get light and hope for the future.

Henir thinks that he will be able to usher in a new era when he becomes the king, but Standito doesn't think so.

So many generations of kings, generations of heroes, cannot change the status quo.

Even if Henir becomes the king of Xiyin Sai, he will not be able to create miracles. He is just one of those kings.

He might be close to Jessel, but he'll never be Ryder Leakey.

He thinks like his ancestors.

Only the magical power of creation can give the Sanye people a future.

He watched the sun rise quietly and stood up.

Finally, he made up his mind and set off.

It's just that he is still waiting for someone before leaving, and arranges everything else.

On the coast, a figure followed the rising sun and stepped on the waves. It was the slave who often came to secretly learn the craftsman's skills.

He stretched his legs and bent over the Santito, panting.

"Master!"

"You suddenly came to me, what's the matter?"

Stantito told him: "I am going to a very far place, and it may take a long time to come back, or I may not come back."

"So."

"I have something to entrust to you."

The slave boy was stunned immediately, and he looked at Santito reluctantly: "Can you not go, Master?"

Stantito patted the slave boy on the shoulder: "No, because it is a very important matter."

The slave boy nodded and said, "Oh!"

Since it is a very important matter, there is no way to do it.

"If it's the master's business, I will definitely handle it well."

Stantito asked him: "Do you have a name?"

The slave shook his head: "I don't have a name, the master calls me Black Worm."

Stantito thought for a while: "Then I will give you a name, um"

"How about Sandean?"

The slave froze for a moment: "Sang Dean?"

"What do you mean?"

Stantito lowered his head and looked into his eyes: "Preacher."

"That is - people who pass on beliefs and ideas."

The slave boy was still bewildered, but Santito had already pressed his hand on his forehead, and a powerful force filled his mind, lighting up the eternal light in his consciousness.

"The gift of power."

The slave boy saw a ray of light spreading in front of him, rendering everything white.

He felt deep in his mind, as if something had been opened, and a brand new world opened up to him.

"What is this?"

The slave boy still didn't understand what happened, but he knew that he had obtained something extraordinary.

Stantito's words came from his ears, and they were deeply imprinted in his heart.

"Sunderan!"

"My name is Santito, the heir to the saint's will of the Tito family."

"Although you are not from the Tito family, the will of the saint Tito has never been inherited by blood. I hope you can inherit the will of the saint and my ideal."

"Saint Tito hopes to bring the dream power of goblins to the world, and I hope that our civilization can enter the next era."

"I'm leaving this time to find the future of Sheensay."

"Whether I succeed or fail."

"I look forward to you still being able to pass on the good wishes of Saint Tito, as well as my dream."

"This is where your name comes from."

"Me too, best wishes and prayers to you."

Stantito only passed a trace of blood to the slave boy, just enough for him to open up the power of mind reading and conscious communication, and it is impossible to become a high-level priest.

After all, he still needs to save his strength to do the next thing.

But for the slave boy, this is already unimaginable.

He jumped from an ordinary slave to an existence who inherited the mythical blood of Laidlich.

After turning on the opponent's power, Santito took him to the dark room inside the room, a room that never allowed other people to enter.

In the room, the cup of the sun is being cultivated one after another.

Standitto brought Sang Dean to the most central one, held up the flower pot and put it in front of Sang Dean: "This is the great poet who met the gods and was called a saint by the world. The cup of the sun left by Tito, which contains all the memories he left behind, is a huge library.”

"Of course."

"I also left my things in it, if you are interested, you can look for it."

Stantito smiled at this point, but he didn't say clearly what he left behind.

The slave named Sunderan held the cup of the sun, and he looked at the relic of Saint Tito in disbelief.

Can such a thing really be handed over to him as a slave?

He was in a trance, as if he was in a dream.

It wasn't until Stantito stepped out of the door that he suddenly chased after him and shouted at him.

"Master!"

"I am a lowly slave."

Stantito waved goodbye with his back to him, with a smile on his face: "Oh? Really?"

"That's fine."

"I'm just an insignificant craftsman."