Time flies by so fast, and before you know it, a year and a half has passed since the big explosion that destroyed most of the city of Gars.
The first year was extremely difficult for the survivors. Even if Lei tried his best and used all legal and illegal means, he could only provide the most basic material support for these refugees who had lost their homes. Many people froze to death that winter, which made him feel sad.
Fortunately, after getting through that winter, Gars City finally survived the most difficult years. Although there is still some depression and there is still a long way to go before real "revival", in any case, the entire city has embarked on a stable development track.
Especially this year's grain harvest is very good, which makes Lei, the consul, smile brightly. It can be predicted that no one will die of hunger, cold, or poverty this winter.
In order to celebrate the harvest, when the autumn grain harvesting work was completed, he, who was already known as the "Iron Rooster of Gars", decided to have a rare luxury and hold a celebration to let the residents who had worked hard for a year and a half relax and be happy. .
"This is very good, I fully support it!" Sui Xiong said, "Are you short of money? If you are short of money, I do have a batch of good quality magic cores here. Although they are all negative energy types, they should be worth it. Less money..."
"Money is not an issue." Lei said with a smile, "A simple celebration doesn't cost much. Ordinary barbecue, ordinary ale, ordinary fruit and white bread, ordinary rice porridge... As long as you don't prepare those truly luxurious things, For such a celebration, three thousand gold coins are enough. Although this is not a small amount, it is still completely affordable for the current city of Gars."
"Huh? Aren't you going to prepare something in aristocratic style?"
Lei smiled bitterly and shook his head: "There is no way, we can't prepare. An aristocratic-style banquet costs an average of three to five gold coins per person, while for a civilian-style banquet, one gold coin is enough for three people to eat, drink, and be happy. If It’s the city of Gars in the past, and it was easy to hold a very large-scale feast, but it’s really not possible now, we can’t afford it!”
"You've worked really hard..." Sui Xiong sighed, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Of course!" Lei laughed, "I would like to invite Your Majesty to attend our celebration - I know you are recuperating, just send a clone."
Sui Xiong was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully: "Why are you inviting me? Although I do like to join in the fun, but at a human celebration, there is an extra green jellyfish flying around... It's not good, right?"
"What's so bad? You are the God I believe in and the destination of my soul. It would be really bad if you weren't here for such a celebration!"
Seeing Lei's determination, Sui Xiong accepted his invitation after a little hesitation.
Anyway, it doesn't take much effort to just create a clone.
So half a day later, an invisible green jellyfish was flying happily over the Garth City Square where the celebration was being prepared, spinning up and down in circles, like a naughty child.
Lei clearly saw Sui Xiong's happy look from the office window and couldn't help but smile.
"Even gods need entertainment just like humans!" He sighed in a low voice, "In the past period of time, while cultivating and busy building a church, Your Majesty must have been exhausted. Take this opportunity to relax. , seeing people’s smiling faces will make your mood better.”
After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to deal with government affairs.
As the city of Gars gradually revitalized, he had to deal with more and more government affairs, and there were many urgent matters to deal with every day. Even relatively unurgent matters can accumulate to become urgent if not dealt with in a timely manner—and lead to more unexpected troubles.
In the past year and a half since taking up this position, he had not even had time to practice martial arts during his busiest times.
Fortunately, things are finally getting better now...
Sui Xiong didn't know that Lei was working so hard. At this moment, he was flying around happily over the square, enjoying this rare leisure.
During this period of busy work, he was doing construction day and night underground without seeing the light of day. Although he would not feel tired physically, he would be tired mentally. It is of course very pleasant to be able to relax a bit at this moment.
He happily flew past those busy people and saw smiling faces full of expectations for the future, so he felt better.
"This guy Lei deserves to be born as a prince, and he is really good at it! In just less than two years, the city of Gars, which was almost in ruins, was restored to a decent state... This efficiency is unparalleled even on earth. You can be called a capable person!"
He sighed while flying, and suddenly his body shook, he stopped hurriedly, and looked at the corner of the square.
There was a stage scheduled for the bard to perform. At this moment, there was a handsome young man holding a flute, sitting on a chair and playing softly. He was not the type with a broad chest and full of energy, and he didn't use much force, but the low and melodious sound of the flute seemed to have penetrating power, floating slowly throughout the square. Just like the warm wind in summer, it makes people's hearts warm.
In Sui Xiong's view, this young man's body was shrouded in a magical aura, something that ordinary things could never possess. Comparing his appearance and temperament, and looking at his actions, his identity will naturally be revealed.
"I really didn't expect that the 'Celebration Boy' would visit this small celebration." After the flute played, he flew over, cast a spell to make people ignore the situation here, and then greeted the boy with a smile, "Hello , I am Void Mask, a god who has developed a few followers in this city."
The one called "Celebration Boy" is the god of joy and celebration. He was originally a human being named Veyer. After becoming a god, a divine kingdom called "The Field of Joy" was established on the edge of the "Land of Glory", the main divine kingdom of the human pantheon. His teachings are for pursuing joy and enjoying celebrations, regardless of purpose or position, and praising all celebrations. He himself often transforms into a handsome young man, personally participates in celebrations, and performs large-scale blessing magic at the celebrations. He is a widely popular and kind-hearted god.
Seeing Sui Xiong greeting him, the young man put away the flute and said with a smile: "To me, as long as it is a celebration, it is worthy of praise. Not to mention, this celebration has gathered the beautiful expectations and wishes of countless people, and it is their sweat and the crystallization of hope. For me, if such a celebration is not worth visiting, then it is probably not far from death."
Sui Xiong smiled and clapped with his tentacles: "What you said is so good! There is no luxury or scale in the celebration. The most important thing is the sincere celebration and beautiful hope!"
In just a few words, the two strangers reached a consensus. A few minutes later, they were sitting at a table in another corner, drinking and laughing.
The so-called cover up remains the same, that's it.
"This world is very big. There are countless big and small worlds, and there are celebrations almost every day. As far as the priesthood is concerned, I should praise and sing for every celebration. In fact..." Weiye sighed deeply, Shaking the big wooden cup, watching the ale foaming inside, he said with a wry smile, "There are many celebrations, I really don't like them!"
"Oh? How do you say this?"
"A group of invaders celebrated their victory, slaughtered innocent creatures en masse, and cheered amidst the blood and moans. This is the most common celebration." Veyer looked downcast, showing no sign of joy at all, "This kind of thing, What on earth is worth celebrating! How on earth is this damn way of celebrating worthy of being praised!"
"Eh? You don't like that kind of celebration either?"
"Of course not! I am a bard. What I like is everyone singing, dancing, eating, drinking, and having fun. The invaders cheering in a pool of blood, this kind of thing does not conform to my aesthetic and moral values at all! "
Weiye sighed and looked up at the sky: "If I had known that something like this would happen, I wouldn't have sought to become a god in the first place!"
He drank the wine glass cleanly in one gulp, lifted the large wooden barrel next to him with his slender arms, and poured himself a full glass: "Oscar, you haven't officially become a god yet. As a senior, I will give you a piece of advice, choose When performing your duties as a priest, you must be cautious and cautious!”
Sui Xiong nodded slightly, indicating that he understood what he meant.
"I have never understood why the powerful dragons of the dragon tribe always choose some weak and insignificant priesthoods when they become gods, such as 'the fertility of the golden dragon clan' or the 'banquet of the black dragon' … It’s just inexplicable! Later I realized, what is the old rivers and lakes? This is the old rivers and lakes!”
Sui Xiong couldn't help but laugh, these dragon gods were really naughty!
"Also..." Weiye added, "You must think carefully about which gods you want to join after becoming a god. Let me tell you -"
His words stopped abruptly, he was silent for a long time, and sighed deeply.
Sui Xiong couldn't help but sigh deeply when he looked at his completely different mature and haggard appearance.
Gods and priesthood are such a heavy topic that almost every god who talks to him about this will become gloomy and melancholy.
He couldn't help but recall the tragic scene of the sea goddess when she was dying - the physical pain was nothing more than the despair pouring out from the bottom of his heart, which was even more shocking!
"Forget it, let's not mention this." He skipped the topic and asked with a smile, "How long do you plan to play here?"
"We have to wait until the celebration is over." Weyer said, "You know, according to my rules, a large-scale magical spell must be performed at the celebration - what do you think is better? Is it a healing spell? Or a blessing spell? ?How about a lucky spell?"
"... You can make up your own mind. It's a good thing anyway." Sui Xiong said with a smile, but suddenly his heart moved and he laughed, "I have another friend here. Are you interested in meeting him together?"
"Okay!" Weyer held the wine glass in one hand and lifted the barrel with the other, and stood up with a smile.
As a god, his sensing range is extremely wide, and he immediately understood who the friend Sui Xiong was talking about.
In a flash of light, the two of them had arrived at the vast sea, facing a gently rotating breeze.
"It seems that you have completely integrated the power obtained from Timsal." Sui Xiong said with a smile, "So, what should I call you now? Is it 'Raging Tide' Heimsala, or 'Living Tsunami' 'Salament?"