There is a gathering in the remote town only once a month, and people from the nearby Sanye village will come to participate. At this time, the town will be particularly lively.
The vendor sat on the ground with a few simple things in front of him.
The most common ones are various bone tools, and the rarer ones are some precious stones and objects inlaid with gemstones. The most common food is the Archeopteryx, and in addition there are some rare things caught in the sea.
There were tall clover-leafed men walking through the crowd carrying baskets made of naked ferns, holding children in their hands, and there were also young people playing playfully through the streets.
Today, Stan Tito comes to pick out what he wants too.
"Hello!"
Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice came from behind. The craftsman squatting in front of the stall immediately turned around, but only saw a figure from behind.
He stood up and chased after him, and then saw him in a quiet street corner.
This was a female clover with white bones and armor. She looked at Stan Tito with a smile in her eyes.
Stan Tito recognized the other person at a glance and bowed respectfully.
"It turns out to be Your Highness Sallyman!"
Princess Saliman stepped forward, her words full of regret: "Stan Tito, you actually became a craftsman here."
Stan Tito nodded: "Because, I am a craftsman."
Princess Saliman shook her head: "No, you are a descendant of Saint Tito, the chosen lucky son."
"You shouldn't waste your life here. You were born with a unique mission."
The noble princess stretched out her hand to Stan Tito: "Come on!"
"Lucky Son, we need your help."
Stan Tito looked at each other quietly, his eyes unmoved at all.
"What can I help you with? Help you start a war with Henir?"
"I don't care at all about the war between you and Henir, let alone who will become the king of Xinsai."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Sallyman looked at Stan Tito who turned to leave and shouted anxiously.
"We just want to protect our country! Is there anything wrong with that?"
"This war has been going on for too long, and too many people have died."
Stan Tito smiled without looking back: "If you don't want to continue fighting and don't want people to die."
"You can surrender now and this war will be over soon."
Sallyman caught up: "I hope you can help us open the door to the kingdom of gods and pray to the great God Insai."
"Stan Tito."
"Even if you don't want to end this war, don't you want to be the second saint to meet the gods after your ancestors?"
Stan Tito finally stopped. Something in Sallyman's words struck him.
He turned around and looked at Princess Saliman seriously.
Ask her: "Opening the door to the kingdom of God requires you to give up some of your most precious things. Are you sure your king will be willing?"
Sallyman agreed immediately: "Of course!"
"Our loyalty to the gods is never in doubt."
Stan Tito chuckled: "What if you have to give up the Ruch Troll as the price?"
Sallyman's eyes were stunned, and there was hesitation in his expression.
But she still said: "The king will definitely make the right choice."
For a moment, Stan Tito's heart moved.
He felt that he might be able to get the princess and King Samo to give up the power of the Ruh Troll and receive the gift of the gods from the kingdom of gods.
Give up destruction and welcome light.
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Stan Tito sat and thought all night.
He felt that it might not be so easy to come back this time. In the war between the Henir Dynasty and the Samo family, he could be a neutral, but as long as he intervened, it would mean that he would never be able to turn back.
No matter what his reasons and original intentions are.
What greets him is either hopeless success, death or a more tragic ending.
But he still felt that he should go because he felt that this might be his last hope.
Too.
The three-leaf people finally get the hope of light and future.
Henir believes that he can usher in a new era by becoming the king, but Stan Tito does not think so.
So many generations of kings, generations of heroes, cannot change the status quo.
Even if Henir became the king of Xiinsai, he would not be able to create miracles. He was just one of those kings.
He might be close to Jessel, but he'll never be Ledlicki.
He believed the same as his ancestors.
Only the dream power of creation can give the three-leaf people a future.
He quietly watched the sun rise and stood up.
Finally, he made up his mind to set off.
But before setting off, he was still waiting for someone to arrange everything else.
On the coast, a figure followed the rising sun and came on the waves. It was the slave who often came to secretly learn the skills of craftsmen.
He bent over Stan Tito on his legs, panting.
"Grandmaster!"
"What's the matter with you suddenly looking for me?"
Stan Tito told him: "I am going to go to a very far place. It may take a long time to come back, or I may not come back at all."
"so."
"I have something to entrust you with."
The slave boy was stunned immediately. He looked at Stan Tito reluctantly: "Can you not go? Master?"
Stan Tito patted the slave boy on the shoulder: "No, because it is a very important matter."
The slave boy nodded and said, "Oh!"
Since it is a very important matter, there is nothing we can do about it.
"If it's Master's business, I will definitely handle it."
Stan Tito asked him, "Do you have a name?"
The slave shook his head: "I have no name. Master calls me Black Worm."
Stan Tito thought for a moment: "Then I'll give you a name, huh~"
"How about calling me Sandian?"
The slave was stunned for a moment: "Sandian?"
"What means?"
Stan Tito lowered his head and looked into his eyes: "Preacher."
"That is - people who inherit beliefs and ideas."
The slave boy still looked confused, but Stan Tito had already put his hand on his forehead, and a powerful force filled his mind, lighting up the eternal light in his consciousness.
"The gift of power."
The slave boy saw a light spreading in front of him, rendering everything a blazing white.
He felt as if something had been opened deep in his mind, and a whole new world had opened to him.
"What's this?"
The slave boy still didn't understand what happened, but he knew that he had gained something extraordinary.
Stan Tito's words reached his ears, and they were deeply imprinted into his heart.
"Sandian!"
"My name is Stan Tito, heir to the will of the saints of the Tito family."
"Although you are not from the Tito family, Saint Tito's will has never been passed down by blood. I hope you can inherit the saint's will and my ideals."
"Saint Tito hopes to bring the dreamy power of fairies to the world, and I hope our civilization can enter the next era."
"This time I left to find the future of Xiinsai."
"Whether I succeed or fail."
"I hope you can still pass on the beautiful wishes of Saint Tito and my dreams."
"That's where your name comes from."
"It's also me, sending my best wishes and prayers to you."
Stan Tito only passed on a trace of his bloodline to the slave boy, just enough to enable him to open up the power of mind reading and consciousness communication, but it was impossible to become a high-level priest.
After all, he still needs to retain the strength to do the next thing.
But for the slave boy, this was already something unimaginable.
He jumped from an ordinary slave to a being who inherited Lederiki's mythical blood.
After activating the other party's power, Stan Tito took him to the dark room inside the room, a room that no one else was allowed to enter.
In the room, one cup of the sun was cultivated one after another.
Stan Tito brought Sandian to the central one, held up the flower pot and placed it in front of Sandian: "This is the flower pot created by the great poet who met the gods and is called a saint by the world. The Cup of the Sun left by Tuo contains all the memories he left behind, and it is a huge library."
"certainly."
"I also left my things inside. If you are interested, you can look for it."
At this point, Stan Tito smiled, but he did not explicitly say what he left behind.
A slave named Sandian held the Cup of the Sun and looked at the relics of Saint Tito in disbelief.
Can such a thing really be given to him as a slave?
He was in a trance, as if in a dream.
It wasn't until Stan Tito stepped out of the room that he suddenly chased after him and shouted at him.
"Grandmaster!"
"I am a lowly slave."
Stan Tito waved goodbye with his back turned, a smile appeared on his face: "Oh? Really?"
"That's just right."
"I'm just an insignificant craftsman."
