Chapter 552: Peace Is the Most Important Thing

"I have a friend. She has only done laundry and cooking for many years, but she sings well and looks good."

Nitou smiled and looked at the silent young man sitting opposite.

"Later she sang in the Kingdom Theater in Resurrection City. She had no worries about food and clothing and was loved by many people. People gave her flowers every day."

"Everyone has their own talents and talents, it just depends on whether they can find a place to use them."

Nitou said while looking at the other person.

The young man wore a raincoat woven from palm leaves and a straw hat with a frayed brim. He was between eighteen and twenty-five years old. His hands were broad and strong, and there were old wounds on his fingers. It was obvious that he worked frequently.

The young man had a hunting knife tied to his waist, an animal skin backpack on his back, and straw shoes on his feet. There were many cracks and solidified mud on his toes and insteps.

He didn't drink the ale in front of him.

Nitou continued: "You look strong and capable, and you may be suitable to be an explorer or a bodyguard. Both goblin merchants and Yao scholars have been recruiting these two types of people for a long time."

"If necessary, I can help you introduce him."

"You know, this is what the Brotherhood does here, sending the right people to the right place for mutual benefit and everyone making some money. So if you decide to cooperate with us, we will also charge you after the completion of the matter. A commission."

At this time, the young man finally spoke.

He spoke a rare jungle language. Nitou had already prepared some refreshing mint, so it didn't sound like a problem.

"I am Zaha, the chief of the Time Tribe."

The young chief said in a formal tone: "I am here on behalf of the Time Tribe. I hope to get help from the Brotherhood. If we can get assistance, we will be extremely grateful."

Nitou had heard of this tribe, but only once.

The various ethnic groups in the Kingdom of Secrets live in scattered places, and each group possesses secret skills and has little contact with each other. There are many small tribes and groups that the Brotherhood may not interact with for hundreds of years.

"What kind of help do you want?" Nitou asked.

"I want money."

There was no embarrassment on Chief Zaha's face, but one of perseverance and determination. It was as if he was ready to give everything and didn't care about things like face.

"There are fewer and fewer people in the Time Tribe. Everyone has fled because of various temptations from the outside world. The witch doctor has also run away. My sick child has died, my brother has also died, and my wife is still sick."

The young man said: "I want money, the tribe needs money. Only with money can we find doctors and cure diseases."

"I know the Brotherhood, I know you, Brother Mudhead, and I hope you can give me money, and I'm willing to use this in exchange."

The younger brother standing behind Ni Tou moved his lips and frowned, but still did not speak.

Because what Zaha used to exchange money was a dead branch.

This branch does not exhibit any mysterious power. There were bunches of hair wrapped around the branches, which were all knotted and looked like some kind of ancient spiritual ritual device.

"This is the hair whip of the Time Tribe. It is the most precious treasure of the tribe. It contains the power and soul of generations of tribal warriors. I exchange this for money."

According to Zaha, there are currently 15 people in their tribe, and 10 of them are sick. He hunts outside all year round and avoids diseases.

"good."

Ni Tou carefully took the hair whip and said: "I will use this treasure as collateral to borrow money. When you have money in the future, you can withdraw it at any time. Forget about the interest, I will just make friends with you and the Time Tribe."

He stood up and walked to the cabinet nearby, took out a stack of papers and placed it in front of Zaha.

"This is a city bond, which is more useful and circulated than gold. 2,400 seashells, even a doctor from the Yao tribe, is enough to invite you to your tribe for treatment."

Zaha grabbed the money and looked at it carefully, his face showing hesitation and embarrassment that he had not seen before.

"..."

Ni Tou guessed that the other party probably didn't know how to read, and then said: "Dou Zi will go to the doctor with you. He is familiar with the doctors here."

He looked at his younger brother behind him: "Go, take Chief Zaha to Youyi Road by the temple, and try to find Yao doctors. They are rich in experience."

"yes, Sir."

Junior Douzi nodded and walked to Zaha: "Mr. Chief, please follow me."

Before leaving, Zaha glanced at Hair Whip with some reluctance.

…

The Brotherhood's shops were peaceful again.

Nitou put the hair whip into a special box and classified it with other collateral.

He grabbed a handful of melon seeds, opened the latest "Ben Daily" with a cup of Zhoudao tea, and slowly started to eat them.

There are two striking pieces of news in the newspaper.

"The last dance of the Green Forest Dance Company tour: Miss Tatar will choose one lucky audience member to have dinner with"

"A huge counterfeit drug case solved: Black Temple is officially restricted from entering the country"

Ni Tou had already heard these two pieces of news before they were announced to the public.

After several major associations settled in the Resurrection Kingdom, they all had contacts with each other and were often invited to attend some events. In addition, Count Siddal would also come to talk to them and learn about the situation.

It may be difficult for the aborigines here in the Resurrection Kingdom to imagine that the Green Forest is actually a ferocious group full of barbarism and blood.

But here in the kingdom, they are popular troupe dancers.

Siddal's original suggestion was listened to by Green Forest.

Salt Lady Tatar brought people to the Resurrection Kingdom, and with Siddar's help, she quickly gained recognition from the theater and completed her first stage performance.

That time, Nitou was also invited to watch.

How to say it?

The unrestrained and lively dance of the salt girls, accompanied by the cool and eye-catching novel folk costumes. The clear ringing of the bells on the wrists and ankles, the small drums beaten by the salt girls, and the natural vitality and young bodies of the forest girls, constitute an unforgettable beautiful scenery.

They only need to remove the bloody parts and the rituals of praying and chanting. The dance practiced for many years is enough to make people unable to take their eyes off.

On the stage, the salt girls are passionate, spinning and dancing tirelessly. Off the stage, they also show a kind of innocence and cheerfulness that does not understand the world, which is even more popular with the audience.

They soon became household names in the kingdom and toured in various cities.

The tour of the Resurrection Kingdom will end in Resurrection City. The next stop is Tatar and his friends, who will rush to the distant Sand City, where they will continue to win the love and flowers of new audiences.

Today, Nitou and Tatar have become familiar friends. The two sides often meet, chat and drink tea.

The direct reason lies in the special management of the Brotherhood.

After Ni Tou came to this strange kingdom, he found that there was a lack of a local civil organization that was specifically a bridge with the Kingdom of Mystic Arts.

After all, Earl Sidal represented the official of the kingdom and only had time to deal with some major issues. If some ethnic minorities and associations encountered trouble, they would have no way out.

Ni Tou believed that the brothers were very suitable to play this role.

First, the Brotherhood was a local force in the Kingdom of Mystic Arts. Since it started out as a farmer, its reputation and credit were not bad.

Second, the Brotherhood had many people and was good at gathering information, running errands and uniting groups.

The brothers approved of this idea and let Ni Tou go ahead.

Now, the Harvest Brotherhood is more like an intermediary chamber of commerce in the Kingdom of Resurrection.

Ni Tou provided the workers and guards that merchants wanted, pointed the way for those who had labor but could not find a way to make money, and acted as a matchmaker for various organizations and groups.

Some people need to recover debts, some people are in urgent need of money, and some people want to barter. They can all find the Brotherhood.

Most importantly, the Brotherhood has always maintained close cooperation with the Resurrection Kingdom.

The Green Forest Dance Troupe is very successful, but it also encounters trivial troubles, especially the base camp in the Mystic Kingdom. Because now the girls there all want to become dancers and join the dance troupe, and they are desperately practicing dancing and playing musical instruments. The local staff is seriously insufficient and the strength has declined sharply.

The Brotherhood has become the best partner of the Green Forest.

Even Tatar sighed to Mudhead: "We look glamorous, but you are the ones who really have the best life. Now the goblin merchants have a lot of requirements, and we have to dress according to their requirements. We can't even pick our noses, fart, or lift our skirts in front of people... Hey, it's more tiring than bleeding in the past."

She put one foot on the chair, grabbed the bottle and gulped down a drink, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, with a happy expression on her face.

"It's better to stay here with you. You can drink whatever you want!"

"Come on, if you are a brother, drink a bottle with me."

"... I have to discuss business in the afternoon. Let's have tea."

"It's boring!"

...

Nitou came to his senses and suddenly thought that he had to go to support him tonight. The next time Tatar came back might be ten years later.

It's better to dress up formally.

He changed into a new white lining, a short leather jacket, a new pair of trousers and a belt, shaved with a knife, and washed his hair.

The man in the mirror was much more refreshed.

Nine years later, the silent and dull follower in Nitou's memory was as distant as a child.

He has now become a big brother, started to teach people how to do things, and dared to speak and speak.

His words are useful, and many people will listen.

Nitou would think of Tiejiao from time to time. If it was him who stayed, then it would probably be Tiejiao who stood here.

Camilla, who had always made him miss her, was the friend that Nitou had talked about with Chief Zaha before. She had also achieved great success in singing.

Camilla soon married a goblin merchant and stopped singing. She settled in the Republic of Twin Snake Merchants and lived a life of ease with her husband.

Many people found a new way of life in the Kingdom of Resurrection.

The same is true for the Black Temple.

Nitou looked at the newspaper.

"... In the past five years, this criminal gang codenamed "Mole" has sold and smuggled fake drugs, disguised as regular Yao clan magic potions, causing a large number of buyers to lose both their money and their lives..."

"It has been verified that the 22 moles are all registered members of the Black Temple. The Kingdom Investigation Team has officially moved into the Black Temple headquarters for further investigation. From today, members of the Black Temple are prohibited from entering the kingdom."

Nitou was not surprised.

He had known that there would be such a day.

After entering the Kingdom of Resurrection, the Black Temple initially used specimens and leather products as trading commodities.

They wanted to learn from the Sihai Temple and use specialty products to obtain stable sales, so as to transform the underground society into a formal chamber of commerce.

But the Kingdom of Resurrection is a leather production area, and there is no demand for this.

The Temple lacks solid production and sales capabilities. Its biggest competitive advantage is that there are many masters of secret arts, and the members of the organization are hired as killers and secret arts masters.

In the peaceful and powerful Kingdom of Resurrection, hiring a killer to kill someone is a heavy price, and the business of the Temple is bleak.

So they chose to make fake medicine, which is a very profitable business. Secret arts masters can imitate highly similar potions.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before he was caught.

This is a microcosm of the failure of the Black Templar's transformation.

…

Douzi came back sweating and reported: "Brother, I have found a Yao vampire doctor for Chief Zaha, and he has gone there."

"Wipe the sweat off your face."

Nitou threw him a towel.

Douzi wiped his face and neck with the towel. He couldn't help asking: "Brother, why did you lend it to Chief Zaha? His whip is just a decoration. It is respected in their tribe, but it is useless to us."

Nitou took a sip of tea: "Douzi, you are different from me in the past."

"You always talk a lot, which is not a bad thing. But when doing things, you have to learn to think first, look more, and think clearly before speaking."

He began to teach the young brother: "The Brotherhood has been able to develop to this point. In addition to the protection of gods and kingdoms, we rely on peace."

"Harmony is the most precious, and we should make friends as much as possible. Good karma. "

"We are doing this business. The more and wider the channels, the more stable and long-lasting the brotherhood will be."

"For the affairs of large societies, we are generally very cautious. We do not form alliances, target or confront. Societies must be balanced, and no one can dominate."

"Nitou explained in detail: "But for the weak and minority groups, we can help them if we have the ability. The most important and core thing for the brotherhood now is credit and reputation."

"With credit, there will be cooperation. With reputation, someone will speak for us."

...

The theater was crowded in the evening. Nitou and Douzi watched in the first row.

Tatar's dancing was as pleasing as ever, and her earrings and dress became more and more beautiful. Just like the goblin merchants said, they pushed her into a goddess on the stage.

When saying goodbye, Nitou gave Tatar a gold pocket watch. This pocket watch can be set to time, and it will make a cooing sound.

Tatar gave back the bell on his wrist.

"See you in ten years, may God Yao bless you." Tatar waved at him and was pulled away by the sisters behind her.

She had too much to do, accepting interviews from reporters, taking photos with the audience, sharing dinner with lucky viewers, and then changing clothes, taking a shower, and taking the train to Sand City.

…

Nitou wrapped the bell with a handkerchief and put it in a box.

It was late at night when they returned to the brotherhood's shop.

A man in a straw coat stood outside the closed door.

"Chief Zaha?"

Nitou was a little surprised and quickly took out the refreshing mint: "What's wrong? Is the treatment going well?"

"It's cured. The doctor is very good."

The young chief finally showed a smile on his face: "Thank you, Brother Nitou, you are a good friend who saved the Chronological Tribe from danger."

"I'm glad you're okay."

Nitou said, "Come in and sit down."

Zhaha shook his head and took out an exquisite green treasure chest from the leather bag on his back: "This is for you."

Nitou didn't take it: "Don't be so polite, this is what the Brotherhood does, everyone has difficult times."

"This "Disaster Treasure Chest" comes from a long-lost secret cult, and has been passed down from generation to generation by the chiefs of the tribe. It contains monsters that are enough to destroy the world. Once opened, it will be released, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split." Zaha said with a heavy face.

"Only a powerful god can tame the monster, and once it can be tamed, it will become an extremely precious treasure."

"Originally, I thought that if I couldn't find a doctor and watched my people die, I would return to the country of secret arts to open this box and die together..."

Nitou remained calm, but his younger brother Douzi beside him turned pale.

"You helped me, Brother Nitou, you prevented me from doing such a sinful and stupid thing. Now I give this to you, you can go to the temple to offer it to the gods, the powerful Yao Shen should like it."

Nitou was puzzled: "Why don't you offer it to Lord Yao Shen yourself?"

The young chief shook his head: "Although Yao Shen is an extremely powerful god, I always believe in the original belief of the tribe, the God of Green and Spring. We will not betray the gods and our origins just because we are weak now."

After Zaha left, Douzi said with some concern: "Brother, what should we do with this thing?"

"..."

Nitou thought for a while, and he decided to trust Zaha.

The temple was still brightly lit at night. Ni Tou came outside the temple and expressed his intention to the temple guards.

After getting the consent of the apostles inside, Ni Tou held the black box in his hand, walked up the steps, entered the gate, and knelt down by the bonfire.

Apostle Mao Cao said with his back to him: "Pray, just pray."

"Yes."

Ni Tou knelt in front of the statue of Yao God, put the box in his hand on the ground, and told Mao Cao the origin of the disaster treasure chest.

Then he prayed silently in his heart.

The green treasure chest slowly flew up and floated in the air.

Mao Cao's ethereal voice came again: "If the Lord God looks here, you will know, go back and rest."

"Yes."

...

One day three years later.

Ni Tou was looking through the recent income and expenditure accounts of the Brotherhood, and suddenly felt that there was a certain will in the dark that enveloped his head.

His body was suddenly filled with rolling power, which quickly transformed his body, making him seem to be immersed in a warm warm current from head to toe.

God's gift!

He listened to the silent oracle.

He...became a hero?

Ni Tou had seen a lot of storms, but he was still at a loss at this time.

It was Douzi, the little brother next to him, who reacted.

"Brother! You're an apostle!"

"... A hero, a hero."

"I know, just a joke, hahahaha, congratulations, brother! Congratulations, brother!"

Ni Tou immediately thought of it.

It was the "Disaster Treasure Box".

Zaha was right, it might really be an amazing thing.

Just as Zaha was excited, suddenly a strong wind blew, and a pink plush giant beast appeared in front of him.

It was Lord Maocao's Totoro.

The Totoro grinned, revealing sharp and interlaced teeth: "Congratulations, Lord Yaoshen wants to summon you."

Lord Yaoshen?

Ni Tou's whole body froze.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to more than a decade ago. Standing in the shadow of the giant fortress, the suffocating tension, panic and insignificance all surged into his heart...

Many things have changed, but it seems that they have not changed at all.