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Sui Xiong certainly couldn't just let Cercemens go back to the human world. This guy was very powerful but very stupid. Maybe he would cause a big mess when he came to the human world.

So he decided, no matter what, to teach this "Wolf Demon King" who was 23,000 years behind the times some basic common sense.

This was really a very hard job, especially when the one being educated was still a fool.

It's a fool!

It's a fool!

In the next ten days, words like "It's a fool, we won't argue with fools" appeared repeatedly in Sui Xiong's mouth and heart.

But after more than ten days, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared and left a sentence "Let Woer teach you", smashed the pointer and the blackboard, and ran away without looking back.

Only Cercemens, who was confused, sat blankly at the desk, not knowing why the jellyfish teacher 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, floating in the sky of the main plane, cruising with the wind. It was really like what Zhuangzi said, "floating like an untied boat", free and easy.

However, he was very depressed and not free at all.

That guy Cersimmons is so stupid!

As an ancient demon king, its intelligence is not low, at least its memory is quite good. Whatever Sui Xiong taught it, it can remember it at most three times. However, when it needs to convert "memory" into "thinking", it appears very clumsy. For example, Sui Xiong taught it that one plus one equals two, and 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, try to recall, and finally look at Sui Xiong with very innocent eyes, and answer "Teacher, you didn't teach me this."

…

Sui Xiong was able to endure for so many days, even he admired himself.

But no matter how patient he was, he finally reached his limit today.

“Alas! I hope Woer can teach it well…” Sui Xiong sighed deeply, buried his guilt towards Woer in his heart, squinted his eyes and tried to relax.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep.

When he was half asleep, he suddenly heard crying.

“Huh? Who is crying?”

Sui Xiong opened his eyes and looked down at the place where the crying came from.

It was a coincidence that he floated and cruised so casually that he flew over the sky of the Gold Coin Federation unknowingly, just in time to see the huge migrating team moving slowly like ants moving.

A cremation was being held in a small wilderness near the migrating team. More than a dozen bodies were placed on a pile of firewood and engulfed by the blazing flames. Accompanied by billowing smoke and the crying 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 the cremation, used his divine power to detect his thoughts, and learned the whole story.

It turned out that these people 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 when traveling long distances in such increasingly hot weather?

Those who were young and strong were fine, but once the old and weak got sick, it would be difficult for them to survive even with the treatment of doctors.

Apart from other things, most patients needed to stay in bed and rest, and they also needed adequate nutrition, both of which could not be met in the migration team.

In this case, the dead naturally appeared one after another.

At the beginning of the migration, the situation was okay. But as the migration time became longer and longer, people's health became worse and worse, and the number of people who died of illness gradually increased.

The strong man who presided over the cremation was a knight. He led the villagers under his rule to migrate together, from the north all the way south. During this process, people kept getting sick and dying. So far, more than one-tenth of the more than 400 people in a village have died.

However, among the bodies held for funerals today, only one was from his subjects. The rest were from other lords, and because there happened to be a large open space where his subjects camped, they were transported here for cremation together.

Looking at the sad faces of the thin migrants, Sui Xiong sighed and slowly flew up.

Looking into the distance, you can see more than one thick smoke, and you can hear crying from many places. With such a large migration team, many people die every day.

Sui Xiong frowned and flew to the merchant faction's migration team.

Cremation is also being held here. Although the situation is much smaller than that of the noble faction's migration team, there is no big 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 have almost reached the extreme. Even if the merchant faction is trying to maintain their lives, they can only do so little.

Of course, compared with the noble faction, the merchant faction is indeed better.

But... Sui Xiong carefully observed these migrants. Most of them were already very thin. Although they were not "skin and bones", they really had no oil and water to consume.

(If they continue to migrate like this, it won't be long before a large number of people will die!)

He frowned and was secretly worried.

At this time, he noticed a conversation.

It was a few young people who were talking to the priest and a small businessman who looked like the leader.

"Alas! Two more people 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 a great migration and separate each other, I'm afraid they will start fighting 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 something. The sacredness!”

He was obviously leaning towards the merchant faction, and he had no favorable impression of the aristocratic faction. 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 this 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!"

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