Heroic Death System

After some time of observation, it has been found that the clans have little other special skills besides planting. Hunting lacks tools, laying traps is simple and rugged, weaving, stitching, etc. are still in the practical stage of not pursuing aesthetics, not to mention others such as making, winemaking, cultural arts, etc. This may be related to their perennial displacement and the lack of a secure environment that provides them with adequate learning space.

It can be estimated that the spirits they used to believe in should be related to cultivation, and their knowledge of the land and plants is quite experienced. In just a few months, they opened hundreds of acres of mountain fields and transplanted many edible melon fruits and vegetables. With these foods, other supplies can be exchanged in small towns outside the mountains, but the problem of saturation is still not fully guaranteed.

The evil lord kills and curses, but at best he can do crude work such as deterring beasts and driving mountain drainage, but it is different. He possesses many skills, knitting, forging, cooking, repair, medicine, musical instruments, etc. that can be selectively handed down to the clan in the form of dreams.

The first person he chose to teach was Tima, the eldest daughter, the future princess of the Eti prince. It was absolutely necessary to have a good relationship with her. The little girl had the audacity to appear in her dreams. Instead of fearlessness, she was excited. Asked what skills she wanted to learn, she considered repeatedly choosing weaving and medicine.

Weaving is inextricably linked to life, and medical learning has natural advantages for plant-familiar clans.

Seeing her choices, she thought the girl was really nice, bold, realistic, not greedy and not rushed, and he was happy to transfer his skills to her.

It's not just her, it's other talented children in the clan, who teach one or two skills before they teach them to their own people.

So a strange phenomenon is often seen within the clan, where a group of adults are surrounded by several children, learning to weave or identify herbs.

The Taoists were surprised to discover that the god they believed in possessed a wide variety of skills and was imparted to them without any secrets. Such a pro-people god, it's the first time they've seen it.

However, a battle god possesses so many life skills, it always feels wrong. Look at the strong body of Uno God, the mighty momentum, where does it look like he likes to weave the fields? The abstract mask on his face, the leather skirt on his body and the large stone hammer on his hand revealed his improper handcraftsmanship...

After a long time of pondering, the clan finally came to the conclusion that it was not this god who was badly crafted, but who shaped his people and badly crafted them.

It was very ungenerous of them to say that they were fortunate that the group of followers had been exterminated, giving them the opportunity to become followers of Uno God. Under his careful guidance, the clan gradually advanced from a crude peasant to a highly skilled craftsman, and several highly musical talented musicians emerged. Although their skills are far worse than that of Shanko, they are already remarkable in this world. However, for a few years, the clan has gained considerable reputation in nearby towns and villages, and several young people have married foreign wives.

And all of this, thanks to the blessings of this evil god, his devotion was almost full, and he gained more and more divine power.

A few years later, the news of the impending election of the Prince of the Empire arrived on schedule, and the clan was given a place. The chief of the clan met with joy and decided to send Tima, 17, to the Imperial City to participate in the selection.

The long-awaited royal city tour has finally begun.

In order not to overwhelm her daughter, the meeting gave her most of her savings, although not comparable to the rich, without losing face. The clans were still too conservative about themselves, and the crops they cultivated had a good reputation on the continent, and their clothing styles were unique and well textured; their medicine also saved many lives. They lived in the Atea Mountains without dispute, but their fame had passed into the Imperial City.

It is not until they get out of the mountains that they truly realize how valuable the skills that can be imparted to them are.

For the first time in a bustling city, Tima and others were very cautious and afraid of making jokes. Yet, despite such a low profile and caution, they attracted a lot of attention.

The crowd almost turned around and had no idea what was wrong with them. For the people of these cities, their peasants were authentic country buns and were accidentally attacked with ridicule.

Just as they thought implicitly about whether to leave the city and detour, the surrounding discourse intermittently entered their ears. It took them a while to listen with a hard scalp before they knew it wasn't like that.

“What kind of people is that? How come I've never seen it before? ”

“Their clothes are so beautiful, are they the latest in fashion? ”

“Eh, it smells good. What kind of spice is this? ”

“Look at the masks on their faces. I don't know what materials they're made of. They're exquisite. ”

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I don't know when, but the Yakuza have developed a keen interest in masks. Wearing masks is both their worship of the gods and an expression of their individuality. Depending on their preferences, their masks also vary and almost form a mask culture. In addition, spices, accessories and appliances on their bodies benefit from the guidance of Coco. The Taoists usually don't like to dress up, but for this trip they took out all the best things in their hands.

Hearing the discourse of those around them, the tension in the hearts of the clan is exhausted and replaced by an unspeakable joy and pride. For decades, they have been wandering around the continent, suffering from the white-eye of others, and, even if their lives have changed, they are still somewhat inferior and afraid to make too much contact with outsiders in order to avoid causing trouble and to have to relocate again. And now, walking out of the mountains with a heartbeat, I was ready to be discriminated against. I didn't expect to be praised by others.

[Raise your heads and show the best of you, you don't need to care about the eyes of others because you have the best qualities in the world, hard work, kindness, solidarity, and the courage to face any difficulties.

What the Uno God once said resonated in Tima's brain, and she realized implicitly that the gods gave them not only skills, but also confidence and dignity.

Tima slowly raised his otherwise drooping head and his eyes sparkled with a striking glow.

Not far away, a blonde man in a white robe leaned against a window and watched the crowd enter a hotel with interest.

“If you're interested, go see them.” A red-haired man next to him smelled the wine in his glass, grinning with a pair of phoenix eyes.

The blonde turned his head and raised his eyebrows softly: "Exactly. ”

The two men then settled the bill and transferred to the hotel where the clans were staying.

At night, Tima soaked in the tub with a wooden carving handle in her hand.

Wooden carvings are carved in the image of Uno God and Tima loves them and always carries them with her.

This can make Jean depressed. His divine power is attached to this wooden carving. Tima usually carries it with him. Why should he take it out to play in the shower?

There was a strong man touching him, and a beautiful woman bathing with him, and the gods really weren't able to do it.

You can disengage your god from the wooden carvings and intend to go outside for a walk.

As soon as he left the room, he met a blonde and a red-haired man. The blonde looked familiar and floated for a while, but suddenly he thought, isn't this one of the main candidates - Prince Itamo? That's Tima's future husband.

Jean-Claude immediately turned his head and followed him into the room, straightening to his right hand.

Itamo sat at the table, grabbed his fingers and put them on the table at will.

Jean was relieved when he approached his arm and carefully measured his palm to make sure there was no mole. He doesn't want to rob a man with Tima by then.

After acknowledging the person, he was able to leave accurately, but found out that he did not know when the spiritual form appeared. Two transparent claws climbed onto Itamo's arm, a masked head entered next to his chest, looking like he wanted to do something wrong.

Shanko raised his head and saw Itamo staring at him strangely with his blue blue eyes, while the red-haired man on the other side laughed hahaha: "Where did this little god come from? ”

Still haven't figured out exactly how to expose himself, as long as he doesn't want to show up, nobody can see him, let alone congeal the spirit.

At this point, it can suddenly feel the power of a strange god pouring towards him, turning his head and smiling at the last pair of fox eyes.

Is it a secret surprise that this red-haired man is a god?

“Who are you?” Itamo held onto his chin with one hand and measured his side of this uninvited god.

He was wearing a mask, naked all over his body - Lu, wearing only a skirt of animal leather, a pillar hidden beneath the skirt... this wild image is a special favorite of the god shapers, okay?

Itamo does not consider him to be an ancient god, because the ancient gods who survived to this day possess powerful divine powers and will never be able to hide even their own spirits like the god in front of them.

You can cover your face with a mask and don't care about embarrassment. With the eyes of four eyes, you can stand comfortably straight.

Before he had had time to identify himself, he saw the expression of the two people in front of him become unusually strange, and the red-haired man again made a shocking laugh, pointing to the fact that he could still hold his belly.

What's the situation? Was he standing in the wrong position?

Jean-Claude lowered her head and measured herself. Although she was a little less dressed, she was in good shape.

“Hahaha…” The red-haired man laughed and cried, still slapping the table.

Itamo couldn't help but laugh.

You can ask a question mark: …

“Hahahaha, you, are you going to be so funny!” The red-haired man smiled and touched a mirror from his arms, facing Sankoh's face, "Haha, don't you usually look in the mirror? ”

You can look into the mirror. You can only see the mirror showing a dazzling mask. After a close look, something magical happened. The dazzling face on the mask was actually less dazzling. The eyebrows suddenly loosened, and many expressions like confusion, melancholy, intimidation and bitter revenge appeared.

What's going on here? Masks and facial skills?

[This is the effect of the perfect emoticon pack activated on the mask. Do not doubt the product quality of the system, it will in no way lose its aesthetic effect by passing through a mask.] The sound of the system suddenly sounds in Sankoh's brain.

It's called beautification! How dare you? Give him back his crude, brilliant, intelligent image!

Still got your middle finger up with a lot of anger!