God Simulator

"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 a sip of 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, and 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 use this in exchange 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.

Nitou was also invited to watch that time.

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The unrestrained and lively dance of the salt girls is accompanied by cool and eye-catching novel folk costumes. The ringing of the bells on the wrists and ankles, coupled with the small drums played by the salt girls, coupled with the natural vitality and youthful bodies of the forest girls, create a wonderful scenery that is unforgettable.

They only need to remove the bloody parts and the ritual of praying and chanting incantations. The dance they have practiced for many years is enough to make people dizzy.

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, and they are even more loved by the audience.

They soon became household names in the kingdom, touring various cities.

The tour of the Resurrection Kingdom will end in Resurrection City. At the next stop, Tatar and the others 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, and they often meet, chat, and drink tea.

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

After Nitou came to this strange kingdom, he found that the local area lacked a dedicated non-governmental organization that could serve as a bridge to the occult kingdom.

After all, Earl Siddal represents the official kingdom and only has time to deal with some big problems. If some minority groups and associations encounter trouble, they will have no way out.

Nitou believes that Brother is perfect for this role.

First of all, the Brotherhood is a local force in the Kingdom of Secrets. Since they started out as farmers, their reputation and credibility are pretty good.

Secondly, the Brotherhood has a lot of manpower and has always been good at gathering information, running errands and uniting groups.

The brothers approved the idea and let Nitou go ahead.

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

Nitou provides merchants with the workers and guards they want, guides people who have time to work but can't find a way to make money, and connects various organizations and groups.

Some people need to recover debts, some people are in urgent need of money, and some people want to exchange things, they can come to the brotherhood.

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

The Green Forest Dance Troupe has unlimited scenery, but it will also encounter trivial troubles, especially at the base camp in the Secret Art Country. Because now all the girls there want to become dancers and join the dance troupe, and they all work hard to practice dance and musical instruments. The local manpower is seriously lacking, and the strength has dropped sharply.

The Brotherhood has become Green Forest’s best partner.

Even Tatar lamented to Nitou: "We look glamorous, but you are the ones who are really living the best life. Now the goblin business group has a lot of requirements, and we have to dress according to their requirements, so we can't even Picking your nose, farting and lifting your skirt in front of others... eh, it's even more tiring than bloodletting in the past."

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

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

"Come on, if you're a brother, have sex with me."

"...I have to discuss business this afternoon, let's have some tea."

"It's boring!"

…

Ni Tou came back 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.

Better dress up formally.

He put on 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 person in the mirror feels much more refreshed.

Nine years have passed, and the silent and dull follower in Ni Tou's memory has become as distant as when he was a child.

Now he has become a big brother, starting to teach others how to do things, and he also dares to speak and speak out.

His words are useful and many people will listen.

Ni Tou would think of Iron Foot from time to time. If he was the one left behind, then it would probably be Iron Foot standing here.

And Camilla, whom he had never forgotten in the past, was the friend Nitou had talked to Chief Zaha before. She had also achieved great success in singing.

Camilla soon married a goblin merchant and stopped singing. She went to settle in the Republic of the Twin Snakes Merchant and lived a life of food and clothing with her husband.

Many people have found a new way of life in the resurrection kingdom.

The same goes for Black Templars.

Ni Tou read the newspaper.

"...In the past five years, this criminal gang code-named 'Mole' has sold and smuggled counterfeit medicines, disguised as regular Yao magic medicines, resulting in a large number of buyers losing their lives and money..."

"It has been verified that all 22 moles are registered members of the Black Templar. The Kingdom's investigation team has officially stationed at the Black Templar headquarters for further investigation. Starting today, Black Templar members are prohibited from entering the Kingdom."

Ni Tou was not surprised.

He had known this day would come.

After the Black Templars entered the Resurrection Kingdom, they initially made specimens and leather products as trade goods.

They want to follow the example of Sihai Temple, which uses specialty products to obtain stable sales, thereby transforming underground societies into formal chambers of commerce.

But the Resurrection Kingdom is a leather production area, and there is no need for it at all.

The Holy Church lacks solid production and sales capabilities. Its greatest competitiveness is the large number of occult masters. Organization members are employed as killers and occultists.

In the peaceful and powerful Kingdom of Restoration, hiring a murderer will cost you a heavy price, and the business of the church is miserable.

So they chose to make counterfeit medicines, a lucrative business that allowed mystics to create highly similar potions.

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

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

…

Douzi came back sweating profusely and reported: "Brother, I have helped Chief Zaha find a vampire doctor from the Yao tribe. He has passed away."

"Wipe the sweat."

Nitou threw him a towel.

Douzi wiped his face and neck with a towel. He couldn't help but ask: "Brother, why did you lend it to Chief Zaha? His hair whip is just a decoration. It is respected in their tribe and is of no use to us."

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

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

He began to teach this young brother: "The Brotherhood can develop to this point, except for the protection of gods and the kingdom, we rely on peace."

"Taking harmony as the most precious thing, we should make good connections with others."

"This is the business we are doing. The more channels we have, the more stable and long-lasting the brotherhood will be."

"We are generally very cautious when it comes to large-scale associations. We do not form alliances, target, or confront each other. Associations must be balanced and cannot be dominated by one family."

Nitou said in detail: "But for the weak and minority groups, anyone who has the ability can help. The most important and core thing for the Brotherhood now is credibility and reputation."

“With credibility, there will be cooperation, and with reputation, there will be people who can speak for us.”

…

The theater was packed in the evening, with Mudhead and Bean watching from the front row.

Tatar's dancing is as pleasing to the eye as ever, and her earrings and outfits are getting more and more beautiful. As the goblin merchants said, they turned her into a goddess on the stage.

When saying goodbye, Nitou gave Tatar a gold pocket watch. This pocket watch can be set to the time at which time it will make a chirping bird sound.

Tatar gave back the bell on his wrist.

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

She still had too many busy things to do, including interviews with photographers, photo-taking, and dinner with lucky viewers. Then she had to change clothes, take a shower, and take the train to Shacheng.

…

Ni Tou wrapped the bell in a handkerchief and put it in a box.

It was late at night when we returned to the Brotherhood's shop.

A man in straw clothes stood outside the closed door.

"Chief Zaha?"

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

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

A smile finally appeared on the young chief's face: "Thank you, Brother Mudhead, you are a good friend who saved the Time Tribe from danger."

"It's okay."

Ni Tou greeted: "Come in and sit down."

Zaha shook his head and took out an exquisite green small treasure box from the leather pocket on his back: "This is for you."

Ni Tou did not answer: "Don't be so polite. This is what the Brotherhood does. Everyone has difficulties."

"This 'disaster treasure chest' comes from a long-lost secret cult, passed down from generation to generation of tribal chiefs. It contains monsters that can destroy the world. Once opened, it will be released, causing the sky to collapse." Zaha Yi He said with a heavy face.

"Only a powerful god can tame a 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 go back to the Kingdom of Secrets and open this box, and let's all die together..."

Ni Tou remained calm, but the younger brother Douzi next to him turned pale.

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

Ni Tou was confused: "Why don't you offer it to Lord Yao yourself?"

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

After Zaha left, Douzi said worriedly: "Brother, what should I do with this thing?"

"..."

Nitou thought for a while and decided to believe Zaha.

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

After getting the consent of the apostle inside, Nitou held the black box in his hand, walked up the steps, entered the door, and knelt down by the bonfire.

Apostle Mao Cao turned his back to him and said, "Pray, just pray."

"yes."

Ni Tou knelt in front of the statue of Yao, placed the box in his hand on the ground, and told Mao Cao the origin of the Disaster Treasure Box.

Then he prayed silently in his heart.

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

Maocao's ethereal voice came again: "If the gods look here, you will know, go back and rest."

"yes."

…

One day three years later.

Nitou was looking through the brotherhood's recent income and expenditure accounts, and suddenly felt that there was some kind of will hanging over his head.

His body was suddenly filled with rolling power. These powers quickly transformed his body, making him feel as if he was immersed in a warm current from head to toe.

God's gift!

He heard 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.

But the younger brother Douzi next to him reacted.

"Brother! You have become an apostle!"

"...He is a hero, a hero."

"I know, I'm just kidding, hahahaha, congratulations, brother! Congratulations, brother!"

Nitou thought immediately.

It's the "Disaster Chest".

Zaha is right, that could be something truly amazing.

Just when Zaha was excited, suddenly a strong wind blew, and a pink plush monster appeared in front of him.

It's Master Maocao's Totoro.

Totoro grinned, revealing its sharp and staggered teeth: "Congratulations, Master Yao Shen wants to summon you."

Lord Yao?

Nitou stiffened suddenly.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago. The suffocating tension, fear and insignificance of standing under the shadow of the giant fortress all came to my mind...

A lot of things have changed, but it seems like they haven't changed at all.