Of course, Sui Xiong couldn't just put Ceresmens back into the human world. This guy was very strong and stupid, and he might cause some big trouble when he got to the human world.
So he decided that no matter what, he would first provide some basic common sense to the "Wolf Demon King" who lived in a backward era of 23,000 years.
This is really hard work, especially if the educated party is still a fool.
What a fool it is!
What a fool!
In the following ten days, words such as "It is a fool, we are not as knowledgeable as fools" appeared repeatedly in Sui Xiong's mouth and heart.
But after more than ten days, he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He roared and said, "Let Wall teach you, forget it." He smashed the pointer and the blackboard and ran away without looking back.
The bewildered Cermes was left sitting in front of his desk blankly, wondering why Mr. Jellyfish suddenly went crazy.
"This little bastard 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 high air of the main plane, swimming with the wind. It is really like what Zhuangzi said, "like a boat without ties", free and easy.
However, his mood was very depressed and not at all carefree.
That guy Ceremones is so stupid!
As an ancient demon king, its intelligence is not low, at least it has a good memory. Basically, if Sui Xiong teaches it something at most three times, it will be able to remember it. However, when it needs to convert "memory" into "thinking", it seems very clumsy. For example, Sui Xiong taught it that one plus one equals two, then taught it that one plus two equals three, and so on. Then ask it what two plus three equals. It will think for a long time and try to remember. Finally, it looks at Sui Xiong with very innocent eyes and replies, "Teacher, you didn't teach me this."
…
Sui Xiong could endure it for so many days, even he admired himself.
But no matter how patient I am, I finally reached my limit today.
"Oh! I hope Wall can teach him..." Sui Xiong sighed deeply, burying his guilt for Wall in his heart, and squinted his eyes to relax.
Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
While he was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly heard crying.
"Huh? Who's crying?"
Sui Xiong opened his eyes and looked down below where the crying came from.
It was a coincidence that he was floating around so casually, and unknowingly he flew over the Gold Coin Federation, just in time to see the huge migration team of thousands of people moving slowly like ants moving.
A cremation was being held in a small wilderness near the migration team. More than a dozen corpses were placed on a pile of wood and engulfed in blazing flames. Along with billowing smoke and the cries of relatives, they turned into piles of ashes.
Sui Xiong frowned, quickly descended to a height close to the ground, randomly selected a strong man who looked like the host of a cremation, used his divine power to detect his thinking, and learned the whole story.
It turned out that these people all died of illness.
Although the God of Plague used his divine power to prevent the outbreak of a large-scale plague, how could a large group of people not get sick after traveling long distances in this increasingly hot weather
Those who are young and strong are fine, but once the old, young and infirm get sick, it will be difficult for them to survive even with medical treatment.
Among other things, most patients need bed rest and adequate nutrition, neither of which can be satisfied in a migration team.
In this case, the dead naturally appear one after another.
When the migration first started, things were just fine. But as the migration time became longer and longer, people's health became worse and worse, and more and more people died of illness.
The strong man who presided over the cremation was a knight. He moved with the villagers under his rule, from the north all the way south. During this process, people continued to get sick and die. As of now, more than one-tenth of the more than 400 people in a village have died.
However, among the corpses held at the funeral today, only one came from his people. The rest came from the rule of other lords. Because there happened to be a large open space where his lords camped, they were transported here and cremated together.
Looking at the sad faces of the emaciated migrants, Sui Xiong sighed and slowly flew up.
Looking towards the distance, you can see thick smoke in more than one place, and you can also hear crying coming from many places. With such a large migration team, many people die every day.
Sui Xiong frowned and flew towards the migration team sent by the merchants again.
Cremations are also being held here. Although the situation is much smaller than that of the noble migration team, there is not much difference in essence.
The farmers were already short of food and clothing, and their lives were difficult. Coupled with the long journey, their living standards had almost reached an extremely low level. Even if the merchant faction is trying to maintain their lives, there is only so much they can do.
Of course, compared to the aristocratic faction, the merchant faction is indeed better.
But... Sui Xiong observed these migrants carefully. Most of them are already very thin. Although they are not "skinny", there is indeed no oil and water left to consume.
(If we continue to migrate like this, it won’t take long before a large number of people will die!)
He frowned, secretly worried in his heart.
Just then, he noticed a conversation.
There were a few young people talking to the cleric and a small businessman who looked like the leader of the group.
"Alas! Two more died today." The little businessman said dejectedly, "People die every day. Even if there are doctors and priests, there is nothing we can do..."
"Magic is not omnipotent, and neither is medicine." The cleric comforted him, "Don't be too sad, you have done your best."
"I think I can do better." The small businessman said with a gloomy face. "If I am strong enough and powerful enough to influence the country's policies, I may be able to stop this great migration."
"But in that case, there may be a war." As a member of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, the cleric was very clear about the reasons for the migration, and sighed, "The conflict between the merchant faction and the aristocratic faction has reached the point where it is about to break out. If it is not If we carry out the Great Migration and separate each other, I'm afraid they will start fighting by now."
The small businessman sighed for a while, and then said: "If the big council could get it together, maybe there wouldn't be so many things, right?"
"It should be that my lord originally wanted everyone to sit down and talk about any conflicts they have. Even if some things cannot be resolved, it would be better to resolve some of them first." The priest showed an indignant look and said angrily, "Those short-sighted people Senior! Everyone only thinks about boring things like 'it may affect the inheritance rights' or 'impede the sanctity of the nobility'. They don't want to think about a real war and everyone is dead, and there is still a ghost of inheritance rights or Holiness!”
He was obviously leaning towards the merchant faction, and had no favorable impression of the aristocratic faction in the first place. Now he was getting angrier and criticizing the aristocratic faction incessantly.
The little businessman and several of his followers nodded repeatedly, feeling enlightened.
Sui Xiong used his divine power to look into their hearts and found that they very simply and clearly attributed all the suffering caused by the great migration to the selfishness and short-sightedness of the aristocracy.
He shook his head, flew to the aristocratic faction again, and searched carefully. Sure enough, there were also people discussing the reasons for the great migration.
It's just that unlike the merchant faction, the aristocratic faction blames the problem on the greed of the merchant faction, believing that it is the merchant faction's unscrupulous pursuit of wealth and status that makes things worse. Otherwise, everyone can live a peaceful life. Isn’t that great!
All in all, a thousand words and a word - it's all the other person's fault.
After carefully looking at the situation on both sides, Sui Xiong shook his head and sighed, finding the goddess of wealth.
"I just went to see the migration team," he said. "I always feel... they seem to be going to fight again!"