Chapter 829 A Town with Life

It was an exquisite pen made of black steel, but when many of them were arranged together, it seemed to be less amazing and surprising.

Helfas took out one of the black pens from the box and inlaid a newly made shadow bead on it. He injected mental power into the black pen, and then continued to set up the established process of controlling the black pen in the shadow bead.

"Real name, location, time."

"Patrol track."

After Helfas put the pen down, the black pen released mental power to penetrate the shadow bead and condense a phantom invisible to the naked eye, which looked a bit like the outline of Helfas' soul.

It held the black pen, like a record inspector.

It would go to the human world and stay at a certain location. It would regularly patrol to a fixed location to recite the real name of the seal and suppress the weird consciousness.

It walked between farmlands, villages and towns, coming and going without a trace, as long as Helfas continued to inject mental power into them, it would not stop.

This is the initial method used by Helfas to make the seals not need demon hunters, and also to prevent the seals from backlashing and breaking free from the seals. A black pen inlaid with a photo bead can monitor the seals in a large area.

In the past, Helfas could only control three or four seals. As his power became stronger, he could do many things at the same time. His mental power could be transformed into a large number of tentacles and extended out, and even the seals he controlled became more and more.

However, this kind of control is certainly not very sophisticated, but these ordinary oil bread tree farms, cocoon tree farms, etc., just recite their real names frequently to suppress them, and then pay attention to their situation.

This kind of thing is different from fighting, so naturally it does not require too delicate operations.

This is just the beginning. Recently, he has a better idea.

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

He was not satisfied with the combination of the black pen and the image bead only supervising the seals, and began to leave the steps of how to make these seals advance in the image bead, hoping that the black pen could patrol and suppress these seals, and at the same time help the seals in a region to advance.

Even more, the combination of the black pen and the image bead can help the seals in a region to finally integrate together, turning into a secret realm that can resist and reject strange invasions and perceptions, and can be self-sufficient.

For example.

With dozens of oil bread tree farmlands, seven or eight human-faced trees, and a third-level cave tree, they are integrated into a closed whole, gradually moving towards the idea of ​​the life town that Helfas once had.

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

Towns are not dead things.

But they are alive.

Of course, this is only the advancement of the oil bread tree branch, and the advancement of other seals can naturally give birth to different life towns.

But no matter which branch.

In a sense, they can replace the power of the bronze dragon king statue and build a city.

He picked up the black pen again and tried to add and modify the content in the photo bead.

"Next, design the steps of growth."

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

"Sealing ceremony, town structure layout, relying on high-level seals to control similar low-level seals."

"Well, where else."

"You can add a little here."

"Success."

"You need to find a place to experiment first and supervise it in person."

Helfas was like a craftsman carving a stunning treasure. He was very careful throughout the process, but what was born in the end was just a prototype.

This was his first time trying this approach. Next, he had to go to the human world to personally supervise the operation of this black pen and the birth of the life town.

He put down the black pen.

He got up and changed into a decent set of clothes.

Inside was a slightly tight-fitting shirt, and outside was a long robe with wide sleeves, with patterns embroidered on the cuffs and open lapels.

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

The sea of ​​clouds and fog outside are still white and shining, but he once again remembered the gloom and drizzle of this land, so he took a raincoat and cloak, and carried a suitcase in his other hand.

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

And in the thick pile of papers, the first one begins with.

"Analysis of the Four-point Secret Art of Divine Grace."

He has a very critical thing to do recently.

Break through the fourth level.

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

For his own life, for his own life.

At least, I don’t have to watch myself getting older day by day, I don’t have to worry about death knocking on the door, and I no longer have to worry about my fragile self being full of weaknesses and being discovered and killed by others.

He didn't know if his talent was good or not, because no one could match him, but it seemed that there was no big problem in breaking through the fourth level.

And the Divine Grace Four-point Secret Art he got originally included the Divine Grace Art, which was the advanced knowledge based on the Divine Grace Art. This secret book also solved the knowledge he needed to move forward and even to a higher level.

"It's time to set off."

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

He didn't rely on the power of the seal.

He could soar in the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

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She carried a basket, wearing a coarse sleeveless knee-length skirt, picking wild ferns that could be used as food in the wilderness, and her face looked dirty.

Seeing that it was almost dark, she still didn't pick much food.

She came from a small settlement on the edge of a country, with only more than a hundred people, poor and penniless. The main source of food was wild ferns collected and hunting, or exchanging prey for food and some daily necessities.

But not long ago, a settlement not far from theirs was blessed by God and got a piece of oil bread farmland. The king sent a nobleman with many people to that settlement and upgraded it to a village.

People who own a village are formal citizens, no longer so-called savages.

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

The beautiful and neat saplings were hung with newly grown fruits, which made people want to swallow their saliva, but the people in the new village sent people to patrol all the time, and even came to drive them away after noticing them.

"Thieves."

"Do you want to steal our oil bread fruit?"

"Get out of here quickly."

They dispersed, but still thought about the piece of oil bread farmland.

"I wonder what the freshly harvested breadfruit tastes like."

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

"Is it better than that? That's the most delicious thing we've ever eaten. It tastes sweet and has oil inside."

"I really want to try it."

So, she fantasized about moving to a village with breadfruit farmland with her parents one day, so that she would have endless food and no longer have to worry about the disasters brought by terrifying dragon beasts or even monsters.

"Rustle."

A figure carrying a suitcase in the jungle pushed aside the branches and walked out.

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

The fabric she wore was gorgeous, just like the clouds in the sky, and the patterns embroidered on it were so mysterious that they seemed to have some kind of mysterious power, attracting people's minds to the patterns.

In short, it was like an existence from heaven or another world.

The other party glanced at her, found that she was just a child, and retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward.

She shouted excitedly like a child who saw something new.

"Hey, that outsider."

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

She stared like the man who drove them away before, and had a strong sense of territory, even though there was nothing in their place.

But in fact, she just wanted to get closer to see the beautiful dress.

The man stopped and let her stare at him with wide eyes, then smiled and said: "I plan to build a life town of oil bread nearby."

Her curiosity suddenly aroused: "Life town?"

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

She opened her mouth wide. Children like such stories the most and are most likely to believe those absurd and bizarre rumors.

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

The man said, "It will be there soon."

She: "Are you building it alone?"

The man: "Well, I'm not the only one, we all need to build 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. You always need to wait until the season comes and it will quietly bloom. You can't rush it."

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

"But you should see it."

"Little girl who loves to stare, I hope you will like it."

In the end, her staring and pretending to be powerful did not shock the other person at all, but instead attracted a smile from the other person's words.

She stood on the side of the road with a basket and watched the man go away, but what the other person said was deeply imprinted in her memory.

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

"The man's clothes are like clouds, they must be made of clouds in the sky."

"The box he carried is so beautiful, there must be precious treasures hidden in it."

"He..."

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

However, she still tried her best to share the scene she saw with others.

But no one believed her.

Her excited and excited face was met with pairs of questioning eyes, and everyone thought she was lying.

"You must have made up a story!"

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

"God rides on a huge iron bird and lives in the sky, not on the ground!"

She shouted angrily and even had a fight with other children in the settlement, but still no one believed her.

She stubbornly told what she saw, and then the story reached the ears of adults, even her parents.

But her parents were not happy, but said in fear.

"She must have fallen asleep and dreamed and took it seriously."

"Children always can't distinguish between dreams and reality."

"She must have been confused in her sleep."

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

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

She was so scared that she dared not mention it outside.

But not long after, she heard the news from outside. Some people in the settlement came back from outside and shouted with envy and jealousy.

"Another."

"Another piece of oil bread farmland was born."

"Haven't seen the shadow of the gods and the iron bird recently?"

The people in the settlement ran out and talked about this matter loudly in the open space in the center of the settlement.

It turned out that another settlement not far away also had a piece of oil bread farmland, which made the people in their settlement extremely envious and jealous. Why didn't such a gift choose them?

However, this also led to one thing. The people in the settlement began to believe in the gods devoutly. They worked together to make a wooden statue of the gods and erected it in the open space in the center of the settlement, expecting that one day the gift would come to them.

The miracle was born soon.

But it didn't happen to them.

Another year passed, and another nearby settlement gave birth to another piece of oil bread farmland.

A year later, another piece was born, and the blessings of the gods appeared one after another on this land.

It seemed that this land was favored by the gods.

But it was never her tribe's turn.

Although the people in the settlement were lost, they were more eager to look forward to it, 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 girl, no longer a naughty child, but a sister in the eyes of her younger brothers, and an important member of the family. She became stable and hardworking.

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

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

The younger brother said to her excitedly: "Oil bread tree, there is an oil bread tree outside."

Then, he ran out in a flash.

She walked out of the crude house made of stones and followed her out of the settlement.

Her pupils dilated unconsciously, and what came into view was a field of saplings.

Outside the settlement, a large field of breadfruit trees grew overnight.

"We also have farmland."

"Thank God for the gift."

"The gods responded to us."

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

The people of the entire settlement cheered and shouted as they ran towards the farmland, but when they got close to the farmland, they immediately slowed down and detoured, or knelt down directly.

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

——

The breadfruit farmland became wider and wider as it grew, and then a magical thing happened. These farmlands were gradually connected, leaving only a road as a gap between them.

It was as if someone had divided the areas and boundaries for them, and they had arranged them from the beginning when they were planted.

Whenever the ripe season came.

The golden-colored breadfruits shining in the sun turned into the most beautiful picture, which made everyone who came here dumbfounded.

"Such a large piece of farmland?"

"How is it possible? I have never seen so many farmlands 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 on the ground for a long time.

Then they stayed here.

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

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

Originally, some people were worried that the overpopulation would attract weirdness, but it seems that there is really some kind of power here to protect them, and the weirdness and disaster they feared did not come.

Afterwards, a large number of merchants and caravans began to appear here, and various masons, carpenters, weavers, oil makers and craftsmen began to appear. This place gradually became a rapidly developing hub of civilization.

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

The civilization here became more and more developed, and it became a wealthy place known far and wide.

And during these years.

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

She lived in the newly built city and married an oil maker from outside.

She and her family opened a small oil workshop and finally lived the life she longed for when she was a child, even far beyond what she longed for.

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

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

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

After she recalled 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 vague, so she began to doubt whether the thing she encountered that day was true?

Did it really exist, or was it just her imagination?

She said: "It feels incredible. I once saw the king traveling from afar. Even the king became insignificant in front of that figure. The king didn't have such beautiful clothes, let alone such a magnanimity."

"If that was really a fantasy, how could I imagine such a being?"

The child was extremely excited: "Even the king couldn't compare to his dignity. What kind of person is that? He said that this would become a town of oil bread, and oil bread trees really began to grow here."

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

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

The child asked: "Why?"

She said: "Because no one believes, no one wants to believe that a being that might be a god would talk to a child in a wild settlement. Even if the god conveys his will, he should talk to those big people, and I have no proof that this happened."

Having said that, she often looks for that figure everywhere.

She and her family would go to nearby villages where oil bread trees had just been planted, carrying pottery jars filled with oil and selling them, while ordering oil bread fruits to be produced in their village in the future.

At this time, she would wander around the newly planted fields and corners of the village with her children, looking around.

Her children also followed her with wide eyes, looking for the magical shadow that might appear in the center of the farmland, looking forward to the magical shadow that might suddenly appear in the world after the jungle was opened.

"Will it hide there?"

"Will it come out from there?"

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

"It turns out there is nothing!"

"Hahaha!"

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

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

However.

She never found the figure in gorgeous clothes again.

But every time she saw the oil bread tree fields, she felt that the other party must exist.

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

It was just that the other person seemed to be walking in another world. He was clearly here, but she couldn't see him.

In this way, her life was doubting that what she saw in her childhood was just an illusion, and she was moving forward slowly in the constant affirmation of herself.

Although she could not always find the answer, she still felt longing when she thought about it.

This day.

She taught her children how to make oil from breadfruit. Suddenly, there was a surging crowd outside. She took the tools and took the children with her.

Originally, a huge tree grew in the farmland outside the city. The tree kept growing until it turned into a towering tree.

"What kind of tree is this?"

"How could such a thing grow in the farmland?"

"Will it be something terrible?"

But after the birth of the tree, the yield of all the nearby breadfruit fields became higher, making the climate here more livable. It was no longer always damp with a rotten smell, and even the number of sick people decreased.

The barren and dry land became extremely fertile, and the water in the dug wells became more abundant.

More importantly, after the tree was built, some of the monsters that used to wander around began to retreat and dared not approach here anymore, making the area safer.

All kinds of miracles.

It made the reputation of this place even more famous.

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.

So she and her people jumped from savages to villagers, and finally became citizens of the Breadfruit King City.

She looked at this brand new country, the increasing population, and the city and hometown land that were changing at an incredible speed.

Could it be.

This is the city that the man said could produce countless breadfruits and shelter tens of thousands of people?

"It must be, it must be like this."

"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.