Global Lords: Start as a Desert Lord

Gudong~ The Lord of Dune swallowed the last piece of meat and put down the bowl with satisfaction.

Then from the corner of his eye, he saw the little boy with a bit of baby fat in front of him widen his eyes. He looked at the rice bowl that was cleaner than a dog licked in surprise, and couldn't help but blush.

He coughed lightly and quickly changed the topic.

"Thank you for the dinner, little one. I'm very pleased with it. Can you tell me your name?"

The little boy smiled shyly, showing a bit of shyness, scratched his head and whispered.

"Grandpa, my name is Wild Boar"

Wild pig? ?

Upon hearing this name, the Lord of Dune was stunned for a long time.

This kind of name is only given by those rural farmers who are illiterate and have been farming all their lives.

Those farmers believed that the lower the name of the new-born child, the better it would be to feed them.

The emotions in my heart became more and more subtle.

"Who named you? Where are your parents?"

Upon hearing this, the little boy's eyes immediately darkened.

"They were killed by a group of bandits the winter before last."

Killed by a robber?

The Lord of Dune was silent.

This is too common in this crisis-ridden world. Nine and a half of the ten orphans seen outside have similar reasons.

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, he spoke again.

"Then why did you appear in this city? This is a desert of death."

The little boy blinked and replied softly.

"Because our village can no longer survive."

"The village chief said that the Rhino Empire's army is coming and we must leave. The people of the Rhino Empire are worse than bandits!"

As he spoke, he scratched his head, organized his words, and then continued.

"Later, the village chief said that on the other side of the Death Desert, there was no war and there was a lot of uncultivated farmland, so he took us and set off with the caravan."

"We encountered a sandstorm on the way, and many people died. In the end, the lord saved us."

The little guy obviously has no talent for telling stories. What he said was dry and not attractive at all.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the Lord of Dune with some curiosity.

"Grandpa, were you also rescued by the Lord?"

I.

These words made the Lord of Dune feel a little sad.

Will I be fucking saved by that Lord of Divine Grace?

If it weren't for that bastard, he would still be planning how to rule the Death Desert.

But looking at those innocent eyes, he swallowed the words in his mouth again.

He forced a smile.

"Yes, I was also rescued by the Lord."

These words were so contrary to his will that his face was distorted.

The little boy thought the other person was sad, so he pretended to be an adult and comforted him.

"It's okay, grandpa. When I first came to Twilight City, I was just as scared as you."

"I cried many times. Then I'll be fine if I get to know this place better."

He said full of admiration.

"This city is the best territory I have ever seen. No one bullies me here, no one bullies Aunt Li, Uncle Jacko, and all of them said that Twilight City is the best city they have ever seen!"

As he spoke, his eyes shone brightly.

"And after arriving in the Twilight City, I will have enough to eat! And meat!" The last few words are particularly important.

With a somewhat ostentatious and proud tone, the Lord of Dune's mood became more subtle.

If it were anyone else, he would not care no matter how much he praised them.

But these words were spoken from the mouth of a seven or eight-year-old child, and the feeling was completely different.

Is this what a territory should be like?

His previous development model of treating ordinary residents as slaves and frantically exploiting them was not the right move?

There was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

But he recovered his mind after a moment and didn't think much.

The crystal coffin has been taken out, and his city must have been buried now. He may never have the chance to ascend the throne again in this life.

After calming down, he said with a bit of curiosity.

“How much food can you give away for free every day?”

“I can eat enough!”

The little boy was so satisfied that his eyes turned into crescent moons. It was obvious that having enough food was particularly important to him.

"How many people are there in Twilight City who are as old as you?"

The little guy touched his head in distress, then clapped his fingers and whispered.

"More than a hundred people? Teacher Hunter said it last time, but I forgot."

The Lord of Dune raised his eyebrows.

"Teacher Hunter?"

Is this a peer?

"That's right."

The little boy raised his head and said with admiration.

"Teacher Hunter is the teacher appointed by the lord. He is very knowledgeable. He knows what the Ice and Snow Empire is like! Everyone respects Teacher Hunter."

The Lord of Dune looked at the little guy and felt inexplicably unhappy.

Did you know that an ice and snow empire could gain so much respect?

Not bothering to talk more about the other person, he continued.

“Free food for everyone?”

"No, the lord said that if you are over 14 years old, you need to work to earn food."

"Below this age, Twilight City can provide free."

He said with some yearning.

"I really hope I can grow up quickly. I also want to work and contribute to the Twilight City!"

"The lord said that labor is the most glorious!"

After speaking, there was a bit of pride on his face.

"Although I can't work yet, I still go to study and learn knowledge every day."

"The lord said that the purpose of studying now is to become a better person and to make more contributions to the Twilight City in the future!"

Children can't always hide things in their minds. Every sentence the lord said showed how much prestige the owner of this land had in the hearts of the residents.

The Lord of Dune's expression changed slightly.

Seeing the other party's fiery gaze, he finally understood where the subtle point he had been sensing before was.

Even a child of seven or eight years old has such a strong identification and yearning for this territory. What about other people?

This is not something Tong Yanwuji can explain.

In comparison, the way he ruled by enslaving and oppressing the residents of his territory was inexplicably ridiculous.

pale and weak.

Perhaps the biggest dream of those oppressed civilians every day is to escape.

Actively contribute to the territory? What a joke!

Even those managers responsible for supervision often escape.

I am afraid of comparison in everything.

The Dune Lord's face turned a little red, but fortunately there were many wrinkles and it was not noticeable.

"Grandpa, you can also go to the square to learn knowledge at night~"

"The lord said that learning is the most glorious thing. I already know 200 words. Aunt Mary even praised me last time~"

I'll also go listen to that teacher Hunter talk about Ice and Snow Empire?

That's really amazing.

The Lord of Dune was dumbfounded.

But after repeatedly being persuaded by the little guy in front of me, most of my inner resistance to teaching those vulgar farmers quietly disappeared.

In his heart, without even realizing it, he recognized the city a little more.

My mentality when I came out of the dungeon has changed a lot.

If the public support is 95 points, the residents will live and work in peace and contentment in the territory and live a happy life. They will promote the Twilight City to the new residents, and the attraction to the refugees will increase by 100%. After arriving in the Twilight City, they can integrate into the city faster and have a higher probability of attracting refugees. High-level talents or high-level heroes take the initiative to seek refuge, and the charm of the city is greatly enhanced.

The Lord of Dune does not know the attributes that are activated after the public support reaches 95 points on the Twilight City panel.

The impact of high people's hearts is invisible and intangible, but it has a profound impact on everyone who steps into the Twilight City.

"Boar, will you go to class tonight?"

This name really makes the Lord of Dune unable to say it.

Fortunately, the other party was a tall and thick farmer. A seven or eight-year-old boy with a bit of baby fat and a well-behaved appearance was called Wild Boar.

It's too inconsistent.

The little boy nodded affirmatively.

"Of course, Aunt Mary said, knowledge is very valuable. Only noble men can learn it outside. The fact that we can learn it now is entirely a gift from the lord."

"So as long as I have nothing to do in the evening, I will go to class. Not just me, but everyone else too."

The Lord of Dune was silent.

This is absolutely true.

Knowledge is so precious. In this world, it represents the right to survive, strength and authority!

Where is it so easy to get?

In the outside world, some down-and-out nobles cannot even afford the cost of learning knowledge.

Only this city has opened up precious knowledge to every resident.

This is what he found most incredible.

It wasn't until he heard a seven or eight-year-old child's heartfelt praise for this city through the conversation just now that the Lord of Dune understood the underlying logic of what the other party did.

Shaking his head, a wry smile appeared on his face.

Perhaps, only Lords of Divine Grace who come from other planes and are not affected by the culture and rules of the main plane can do such a thing.

Even if he now understands the other person's thoughts, it would be difficult for him to execute it.

This is knowledge! How precious? ! He couldn't accept letting others learn it for free.

It is too difficult to break the fixed thinking and rules formed over millions of years.

"Grandpa, I have to go back and take a shower. I will have class later."

"When I go, I'll ask you to come with me. Yesterday, I begged Aunt Mary to leave a seat for me and I'll take it for you later."

Seeing Xiaojia's sincere eyes without any utilitarianism in front of him, the Lord of Dune felt warm in his heart.

How long ago had it been before he was touched like this? Half a million years, or a million years?

I was used to being aloof before, who had the qualifications to say such things in front of him?

In total, in this life, I haven't been touched as much as this little guy.

"Okay, I'll go with you later."

After speaking, he looked at the smiling little boy and suddenly thought of something, and said with a serious expression.

"Wild Boar, you were given this name when you were a child. Now that you have grown up, you should have a new name."

Changed your name?

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and then said in a daze.

"But no one has given me a name anymore."

Childish words, the Lord of Dune took a breath.

No one has a name for me anymore.

These words made him wonder what he felt.

Born in this world, he didn’t even have a name, only a vulgar nickname for a wild boar.

At this time, there was only one person alone.

Looking at the cute face with a bit of baby fat, and then looking at the empty bowl in the little boy's hand, the wrinkled face softened.

"How about Grandpa give you a name."

The little guy's eyes immediately lit up.

But he couldn't believe it, so he said with some caution.

"Are you serious?"

"certainly!"

The Lord of Dune solemnly nodded to a seven or eight-year-old child.

At this moment, he felt like he should do this.

This meal made him willingly owe the other party a favor.

"Yeah~"

The little guy jumped up immediately.

His face was full of joy.

"Thank you~"

Seeing the other party's happy expression, the Lord of Dune couldn't help but smile.

He rubbed the other person's little head and thought seriously.

After a long time, he suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.

"Boar, your new name is Abarro!"

The little boy tilted his head and stuttered again.

"Abaro?"

The Lord of Dune nodded affirmatively.

"right!"

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, in the battle of the gods, a strong human being used his demigod body to slaughter a mid-level god and achieved an epic victory."

"That demigod is called Abalo!"

"And the name is pronounced in the ancient desert language and has the same meaning as 'hero'."

Hearing this, the little guy was suddenly filled with surprise.

Abarro? Killing gods as a demigod? This sounds very powerful, just like the ancient myths that those uncles often talk about after drinking.

"Abaro, Abaro"

After repeating it several times, the little guy's chubby face turned red with excitement, and he raised his hands in cheers.

"I have a name, I have a name~ My name is Abalo, the same as the name of the demigod hundreds of thousands of years ago!! I will also be a very powerful and powerful hero in the future!!"

Seeing the other party's happy look, the Lord of Dune felt inexplicably relieved.

There is also a different kind of emotion brewing.

Giving a child a name must not have made any sense to him in the past.

But now, after all the power is gone, the feeling is different.

It was as if the moment he gave the other person a name, he also gained a new life.

The emotional connection between the two parties has quietly become different.

After the little guy left happily to show off his new name to his friends, the Lord of Dune looked at the suddenly quiet room and suddenly felt no longer so cold and suffocating.

The space is not spacious, but somehow it feels a little warmer.

Everything seemed just right.

After being distracted for a moment, he suddenly seemed to think of something. He stood up and came to the window again.

Turning around, I saw that the sky was now dark, and the square was lit up by candles made of animal fat.

There were already many residents ahead carrying stools to gather in the square.

It seems that the evening classes in Twilight City are about to start.

The Lord of the Dunes looked at those serious, solemn and solemn figures who went back to take a shower and change clean clothes after a tiring day, under the light of the lights.

My heart was inexplicably touched at this moment.

These farmers are not that miserable.

Becoming a teacher to these people does not seem to be a difficult thing to accept.

Taking a deep breath and looking at the dusty clothes on his body, he felt inexplicably ashamed.

Turned around and entered the bathroom.

The first lesson is that he cannot embarrass himself.

He is the Lord of the Dunes.