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Helfas took out one of the black pens from the box and inlaid a newly made photo bead on it. He injected spiritual power into the black pen, and then continued to set up and control the black pen inside the photo bead. Established process for fountain pens.

"Real name, location, time."

"Inspection tracks."

After Helfas put down the pen, the black fountain pen released his spiritual power, penetrated the photo beads, and condensed a shadow invisible to the naked eye, which looked somewhat similar to the outline of Helfas's soul.

It holds a black pen, like a record monitor.

It will go to the human world and stay in a certain location. It will regularly patrol to a fixed location and recite the true name of the sealed object to suppress the weird consciousness.

It walks among the farmlands, villages and towns, coming and going without a trace, and will not be cut off as long as Helfas continues to inject spiritual power into them.

This is the method that Helfas initially used to prevent the sealed object from requiring a demon hunter, and also to prevent the sealed object from backlash and breaking away from the seal. A black pen inlaid with shadow beads can monitor the seal in a large area. things.

In the past, Helfas could only control three or four sealed objects. As his power became stronger, he was able to multi-task. His mental power was transformed into a large number of tentacles that extended out, and he even controlled more sealed objects. .

But of course this kind of control is not very sophisticated, but for these ordinary bread tree farmland, cocoon tree farmland, etc., you just need to recite their true names from time to time to suppress them, and then pay attention to their situation.

This kind of thing is different from fighting, and naturally it doesn't require too precise operations.

That was just the beginning, but recently he had a better idea.

He always seems to have some fantastic ideas, I don’t know where they come from, but every fantastic idea can bring civilization to a higher level.

He was not satisfied that the combination of black pen and shadow beads was just for supervising sealed objects, and began to leave steps on how to advance these sealed objects in the shadow beads. He hoped that the black pen could patrol and suppress these sealed objects, and at the same time help an area. The sealed object is advanced.

Even the combination of the black pen and the photo beads can help the sealed objects in an area finally integrate together, turning it into a secret realm that can resist and reject strange intrusions and perceptions, and can be self-sufficient.

For example.

Dozens of breadbasket farmland, seven or eight human-faced trees, and a three-story cave house giant tree are integrated into a closed whole, gradually moving towards the vision of the living town that Helfas once was.

The oil bread tree can provide food, the human face tree can control air humidity and even store water. The cave house giant tree is the most natural residence and shelter.

Towns are not dead things.

But alive.

Of course, this is only the advancement of the Bread Tree branch. The advancement of other sealed objects can naturally give birth to different life towns.

But no matter which one.

In a sense, it can replace the power of the bronze Dragon King statue to build a city.

He picked up the black pen again and tried to add and modify the content inside the photo beads.

"The next step is to design the steps for growth."

"Self-division, self-sealing, how to grow and advance."

"Sealing ceremony, urban structure layout, relying on high-level sealed objects to control similar low-level sealed objects."

"Well, where else."

“A little bit can be added here.”

"Successful."

"We need to find a place to experiment first and supervise it personally."

Helfas is like a craftsman carving a stunning treasure. He is careful throughout the process, but what is born in the end is only an embryo.

This is the first time he has tried this method. Next, he must go to the human world to personally supervise the operation of this black pen and the birth of the living town.

He put down the black pen.

Get up and put on a decent set of clothes.

Inside is a slightly tight-fitting blouse, and outside is a robe with wide, fat sleeves, with embroidered patterns on the cuffs and open placket.

This is a kind of clothing that evolved from the robes of monks in the land of the full moon, so it also seems to have a strong sense of religious ritual.

The sea of ​​clouds and thick fog outside were still white and shining, but he once again thought of the gloom and drizzle on this land, so he put on another raincoat and cloak, and carried a suitcase in his other hand.

There are many manuscripts written by Helfas himself in the suitcase. Although the photo beads can store information, Helfas still habitually likes to write down when thinking.

And in that thick pile of paper, the first one read at the beginning.

"An analysis of the four-part secret technique of divine grace."

There is one very crucial thing he must do recently.

Break through the fourth level.

Only by breaking through the fourth level can he be completely free from the constraints of his body and life span. By breaking through the fourth level, he no longer needs to rely on the Tower of Babel to complete his reincarnation. At that time, he may have initially grasped some initiative.

For your own life, for your own life.

At least, you don't have to watch yourself grow old day by day, you don't have to worry about death knocking on the door, and you no longer have to worry about your fragile self being full of weaknesses and being found and killed with one strike.

He didn't know if his talent was good, because there was no one who could match him, but it seemed that there wouldn't be much of a problem breaking through to the fourth level.

The four-point secret technique of divine grace he obtained originally included divine grace, which was advanced knowledge based on divine grace. This secret book also solved the knowledge he needed to move forward to even higher levels.

"It's time to go."

He walked out of the gate and came to the edge of the cliff. After looking into the distance, he jumped.

He does not rely on the power of sealed objects.

You can soar in the sky and sea of ​​clouds by yourself.

—

She was carrying a basket and wearing a coarse sleeveless knee-length skirt as she picked wild ferns that could be used as food in the wilderness. Her face looked dirty.

It was almost getting dark, but she still hadn't picked much food.

She comes from a small settlement on the edge of the country. There are only more than a hundred people. She is poor and has nothing. Her food sources mainly come from gathering wild ferns and hunting, or exchanging prey for food and some daily necessities.

But not long ago, a settlement not far from their settlement was gifted by God and received a piece of oil bread farmland. The king sent a nobleman to take many people to that settlement and upgraded the settlement into a village.

People who own villages are officially citizens and are no longer so-called savages.

She went to see it from a distance with the children from the settlement a few days ago.

The beautiful and neat saplings are hung with freshly grown fruits. Just looking at them makes people want to swallow their saliva. However, the people in the new village send people to patrol them all the time, and even come over after noticing them. Drive them away.

"Thief."

"Do you want to steal our breadfruit?"

"Leave immediately."

They dispersed in a hurry, but they still thought about the oil-bread farmland.

"I wonder what fresh breadfruit tastes like."

"It must be better than the powdery paste we had before!"

"Is it better than that? It's the most delicious thing we have ever eaten. It has a sweet taste and there are oil stars in it."

"I really want to try it."

So, she fantasized about one day moving with her parents to a village with breadbasket farmland, where she would have endless food and no longer have to be afraid of scary dragon beasts or even weird disasters.

"rustle."

In the jungle, a figure carrying a suitcase pushed aside the branches and leaves and came out.

The child who was bending down to pick wild ferns straightened up and was stunned, because she had never seen anyone dressed like that.

The fabric the other party is wearing is extremely gorgeous, just like the clouds in the sky, and the patterns embroidered on it are so mysterious that they seem to have some mysterious power, attracting people's minds to those patterns.

All in all, it was like being from heaven or another world.

After taking one look at the other person, she realized that he was just a child, so she withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

She shouted excitedly like a child who had seen something new.

"Hey, that outsider."

"What are you doing here? This is not your place."

She imitated the glare of the man who drove them away before, very territorial, even if there was nothing in their place.

But really, she just wanted to get a closer look at that beautiful dress.

The man stopped, letting her look at him with wide eyes, and then said with a smile: "I'm going to create an oil-bread life town near here."

Her curiosity suddenly aroused: "Life Town?"

The man: "A city that can produce countless breadfruit and shelter tens of thousands of people, so that the people living here will not lack food and no longer be afraid of strange attacks."

She opened her mouth wide. Children like stories like this the most, and are the easiest to believe those absurd rumors.

She asked stupidly: "Is there really such a place?"

The man said: "It will be available soon."

Her: “Are you building it alone?”

That person: "Well, don't count me alone, we still have to do it together."

She asked with great anticipation: "How long will it take to see it?"

The man thought for a while and said: "It will take a while. After all, beautiful things are like flowers. They always need to wait. They will bloom quietly until the season comes. There is no rush."

She didn't know what the flowers were, but the man had already walked forward and waved goodbye to her.

"But you should have seen it."

"A little girl who loves to stare, I hope you like it."

In the end, her squinting eyes and pretending to be imposing did not intimidate the other party at all, but instead attracted a smile from the other party's words.

She stood on the roadside with a basket and watched the man go away, but what he said was deeply imprinted in her memory.

She ran back excitedly, telling her brothers and sisters first, and then her friends.

"The man's clothes are like clouds. They must be woven by the clouds in the sky."

"The box he is carrying is very beautiful. There must be precious treasures hidden inside."

"he…"

She tried her best to describe what she saw and heard, but her speech was stumbling. She was illiterate and had little knowledge, and she couldn't come up with any decent words to describe it.

However, she is still doing her best to share what she sees with others.

But no one believed her.

Facing her excited face were pairs of questioning eyes, and everyone thought she was lying.

"You must be making up the story!"

"Only God can give bread and oil farmland, and you said it can shelter tens of thousands of cities. How is this possible?"

"God rides on a huge iron bird and lives in the sky, so he cannot walk on the earth!"

She yelled angrily and even got into a fight with other children in the colony, but still no one believed her.

She stubbornly told what she had seen, and the story spread to adults, including her parents.

But instead of being happy, her parents said in horror.

"I must have fallen asleep, and the dream turned out to be true."

"Children can't always tell the difference between dreams and reality."

"She must have been asleep."

She snarled a few words, but was beaten severely in front of everyone.

She returned home crying, but her mother told her that she must not mention such words outside, because any words about gods may bring disaster to their family and even their settlement.

She was so frightened that she never dared to mention it outside.

But not long after, she heard the news from outside. People from the community came back from outside, shouting with envy.

"There it is again."

“Another oil bread farm was born.”

"Have you not seen the shadows of gods and iron birds recently?"

The people in the settlement ran out and discussed the matter loudly in the open space in the center of the settlement.

It turned out that another settlement not far away also owned a piece of oil bread farmland, which made the people in their settlement extremely envious. Why were they not chosen for such a gift?

However, this also led to something. The people in the settlement began to believe in the gods devoutly. They worked together to make wooden statues of the gods and erected them in the open space in the center of the settlement, looking forward to the day when blessings would come to them.

A miracle soon occurred.

Just not on them.

Another year later, another piece of oil bread farmland was born in another nearby settlement.

A year later, another land was born, and God's gifts appeared on this land one after another.

It seems that this land has been favored by God.

But it was never her tribe's turn.

Although the people in the settlement were disappointed, their expectations became even more intense, and they began to pray to the gods frequently.

Finally one day, she woke up and heard cheers outside.

At this time, she was already a young girl, no longer a naughty child. She was a sister in the eyes of her brothers and an important member of the family. She had become steady and hard-working.

In the eyes of her family, she is an extremely reliable daughter and a mature and steady eldest sister.

She pulled her brother, who was running out in a hurry, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The younger brother said excitedly to her: "Bread bread tree, bread bread tree appears outside."

Then, he ran outside in a hurry.

She walked out of the rough stone house and followed her out of the settlement.

Her pupils dilated unconsciously, and what came into view was a sapling.

A large field of breadfruit trees grew outside the settlement overnight.

“We also have farmland.”

"Thank God for His gift."

“The gods answered us.”

"Thank you to the great gods for giving us food and giving us shelter."

The entire community cheered and shouted, running towards the farmland, but immediately slowed down and circled around, or fell to their knees directly after approaching the farmland.

They were cautious, fearing that they would harm the farmland. They even felt that the farmland was a little unreal, like an illusion that would dissipate as soon as they rushed in.

—

The patches of oil-bread farmland became wider and wider as they grew, and then something magical happened. These farmlands were gradually connected, leaving only a road as a gap between them.

It's as if someone has divided the areas and boundaries for them, and arranged them from the beginning.

Whenever the ripe season comes.

The golden breadfruit shining in the sun turned into the most beautiful picture, making everyone who came here stunned.

"Such a big piece of farmland?"

"How is it possible? I have never seen so much farmland in one place."

"God, do you love this land so much?"

"A miracle, this must be a miracle."

Many people who saw this scene burst into tears and knelt down for a long time.

Then stayed here.

As more and more people migrated here, the original villages and populations began to merge and turned into towns.

But the so-called city is just a neatly arranged house of wood and stone, a larger market town without city walls, but with streets that can accommodate people walking, and about one or two thousand people living there.

Originally, some people were worried that overpopulation would attract weird things, but it seemed that there was really some kind of power here, and the weird things and disasters they feared did not come.

Subsequently, a large number of merchants and caravans began to appear here, as well as various masons, carpenters, weavers, oil makers and craftsmen. It gradually turned into a rapidly developing hub of civilization.

As the population became larger, various professions gathered and were born.

The civilization here has become more and more developed, and it has become a wealthy place known far and near.

And during these years.

She grew up, became a mother, and had children of her own.

She lived in the newly built city and married a foreign oil-maker.

She opened a small oil-making workshop with her family, and finally lived the life she longed for as a child, and even far exceeded what she longed for.

Sometimes she couldn't help but tell the children about her adventures and what they said to her.

She finally sighed: "That was really a man who seemed to have come down from the sky. His voice was full of hope, as if he was predicting that a beautiful future would come."

The child asked him: "Mom, is that person real?"

After she recalled it quietly for a while, she suddenly became a little unconfident and confused: "I don't know either."

As she grew up, her memories of her childhood began to become blurry, so she also began to wonder if what she encountered that day was true.

Does it really exist, or is it just a figment of your imagination?

She said: "It feels really incredible. I once watched the king travel from a distance, and even the king became insignificant in front of that figure. The king does not have such beautiful clothes, let alone such magnanimity."

"If that is really a fantasy, how could I imagine such an existence?"

The child was extremely excited: "He is so noble that even the king cannot compare with him. What kind of person is he? And he said that this place will become a town of bread and butter, and bread and butter trees really started to grow here."

"Mother, you must have met a god, or a messenger from a god."

She said: "I don't know what it is, but don't tell anyone what I said, okay?"

The child asked: "Why?"

She said: "Because no one believes, no one wants to believe that a being who may be a **** can talk to a child in a savage settlement. Even if a **** conveys his will, he should talk to those big people, and I have no proof. This happened."

Having said that, she would always look for that figure everywhere.

She and her family would travel to nearby villages where bread-and-bread fields were just emerging, selling clay pots filled with oil on their backs, while ordering future bread-and-bread fruits from their villages.

At this time, she would take her children and wander around the corners of the newly born farmland and villages, looking around.

Her children also stared with her eyes wide, looking for the fantasy shadow that might appear in the middle of the farmland, looking forward to the fantasy shadow that might suddenly break through the jungle and appear in the world.

"Will you be hiding there?"

"Will you ever come out of there?"

"Is there a figure looking at us in the jungle?"

"It turns out there's nothing!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

This seems to have become a tacit understanding between her and the children, a little game.

The story that sounded absurd and bizarre became warm and beautiful.

but.

But she never found the figure in gorgeous clothes again.

But every time she saw the fields of breadfruit trees, she felt that the other party must exist.

She personally experienced the tremendous changes that had taken place in this land, and felt that everything seemed to be moving rapidly forward under some powerful force. She also felt that a great figure was protecting this place, making it a paradise without disasters. .

It's just that the other person seems to be walking in another world. Although he is here, she can't see him.

In this way, her life was filled with doubts that what she saw in childhood were just illusions, and she moved forward steadily while constantly affirming herself.

Although I can't always find the answer, I still feel longing when I think about it.

this day.

She taught her children how to make oil from breadfruit. Suddenly, there was a huge crowd of people outside. She took the tools and took her children out with them.

A huge tree originally grew in the farmland outside the city. The tree continued to grow until it turned into a giant tree.

"What kind of tree is this?"

“How could something like this grow in farmland?”

"Could it be something terrible?"

But after the birth of that tree, the yields of all the nearby breadbasket fields became higher, making the climate here more livable. It was no longer always damp and smelled of rot, and even sick people could feel it. Less.

The originally barren and dry land became extremely fertile, and the wells dug also contained more water.

What's more important is that after having that tree, some of the weird things that were always wandering around began to recede, and they didn't dare to go near here anymore, and the neighborhood became safer.

All kinds of miracles.

Let the reputation of this place spread further.

Even the king came here and regarded this city as his royal city. Because of the breadfruit and the strange tree, he also renamed his country the Kingdom of Bread and Trees.

As a result, she and her tribe suddenly transformed from savages to villagers, and finally became citizens of the Bread Tree King City.

She looked at this brand new country, the growing population, and the city and hometown land that were changing at an incredible speed. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Could it be.

Is this the city that that person said can produce countless breadfruits, a place that can shelter tens of thousands of people?

"Yes, that must be the case."

"Everything that man said is true."

"He really exists."

She hugged her child tightly, looked at her home and farmland in the distance, and shouted loudly into the distance.

"Thanks you."

“Thank you for giving us food, thank you for giving us homes.”

"Thank you for giving us such a peaceful life."

Her children imitated her and shouted loudly. (End of chapter)