There will be a gathering in a remote town only once a month. People from nearby Sanye people's villages 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 rarest ones are some rare stones and gems inlaid objects; the most common ones are the ancestor fish, and in addition to some rare things caught in the sea.

There are tall three-leafed people carrying baskets made of naked ferns, holding children in their hands, and young people playing through the street market.

Today, Stan Tito also came to pick what he wanted.

"Hello!"

A slightly familiar voice suddenly came from behind. The craftsman squatting in front of the stall immediately turned around, but only saw a figure on his back.

He stood up and chased after him, and then met him in the quiet corner of the street.

This is a female Sanye man with snow-white bone armor. She looked at Stan Tito with a smile.

Stan Tito recognized the other person at a glance and bowed respectfully.

"It turned out to be His Highness Sallyman!"

Princess Sallyman walked up and her words were filled with pity: "Stan Tito, you actually became a craftsman here."

Stan Tito nodded: "Because, I was a craftsman."

Princess Sallyman shook her head: "No, you are a descendant of Saint Tito, the lucky son chosen."

"You shouldn't waste your life here, you were born with a different mission."

The noble princess stretched out her hand to Stan Tito: "Come on!"

"Lucky Son, we need your help."

Stan Tito looked at the other person quietly, his eyes unmoved.

"What can you help you, help you start a war with Henil?"

"I don't care about the war between you and Henil at all, let alone who will become the king of Hiinse."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Sallyman looked at Stan Tito who turned and left and shouted anxiously.

"We just want to protect our country! Is there anything wrong with that?"

"This war has been fought for too long and too many people have died."

Stan Tito smiled without looking back: "If you don't want to fight anymore and don't want dead people."

"You can surrender now, and this war will end soon."

Sallyman chased after him: "I hope you can help us open the door to the kingdom of God and give us a prayer to the great God of Insae."

"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, and something in Sallyman's words touched him.

He turned around and looked at Princess Sallyman seriously.

Ask her: "Opening the door to the Kingdom of God requires you to give up some of the most precious things. Are you sure your king will be willing?"

Sallyman immediately agreed: "Of course!"

“Our loyalty to the gods has never been doubted.”

Stan Tito chuckled: "What if you were to give up the Ruh Troll?"

Sallyman's eyes were stunned, and hesitation appeared in his expression.

But she still said: "The king will definitely make the right choice."

For a moment, Stan Tito was moved.

He felt that he might be able to make the princess and King Samo give up the power of the Ruh trolls and welcome the gifts of the gods from the kingdom of God.

Give up destruction and welcome light.

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Stan Titoku sat all night and thought all night.

He felt that it was very likely that it would not be so easy to come back. He could be a neutral person in the war between the Heniel Dynasty and the Samu family, but just one thing he intervened means he could never look back.

No matter what his reasons and original intention are.

He was greeted either by a slim hope for success, a death or a more tragic ending.

But he still felt that he should go because he felt that this might be the last hope.

Too.

The Three Leaf people finally gain hope for light and future.

Henil believes that he can open up new eras by becoming the king, while Stan Tito doesn't think so.

So many generations of kings, generation after generation of heroes, cannot change the status quo.

Even if Henil becomes the king of Hiinse, he cannot create miracles. He is just one of those kings.

He might be close to Jessel, but he would never be a Ledriki.

He thought, just like his ancestors.

Only the dream power of creation can give the Sanye people the future.

He quietly watched the sun rise and stood up.

Finally, he made up his mind to set off.

But before he set out, he was still waiting for someone to arrange everything left.

On the coast, a figure followed the rising sun and stepped on the waves, and it was the slave who often came to secretly learn the skills of craftsmen.

He bent over in front of Stan Tito with his legs, panting.

"master!"

"What's wrong with you suddenly looking for me?"

"I'm going to go to a very far place, it may take a long time to come back, or it may not come back," Stan Tito told him.

"so."

"I have something to entrust to you."

The slave boy was stunned immediately, and he looked at Stan Tito reluctantly: "Can you not go? Master?"

Stan Tito patted the slave boy on the shoulder: "No, because it's a very important thing."

The slave boy nodded and said, "Oh!"

Since it is a very important thing, there is nothing we can do about it.

"If it was a master's business, I would definitely do it."

Stan Tito asked him: "Do you have a name?"

The slave shook his head: "I don't have a name, my master called me a black worm."

Stan Tito thought for a moment: "Then I'll give you a name, um~"

"How about calling Sanderan?"

The slave was stunned for a moment: "Sand Ann?"

"What does it mean?"

Stan Tito lowered his head and looked into his eyes: "Preacher."

"That is, the one who inherits faith and thoughts."

The slave boy was still confused, but Stan Tito had already pressed his hand on his forehead. A powerful force filled his mind, illuminating the eternal light in his consciousness.

"Gived of power."

The slave boy saw a light spreading in front of him, rendering everything into a blazing white.

He felt as if something had been opened in the depths of his mind, and a new world opened its doors to him.

"What's this?"

The slave boy still didn't understand what was going on, but he knew what was amazing he had obtained.

Stan Tito's words came to his ears, and they were deeply imprinted into his heart.

"Sand Ann!"

"My name is Stan Tito, the heir of the will of the saints of the Tito family."

"Although you are not a member of the Tito family, the will of the Saint Tito has never been passed down by blood. I hope you can inherit the will of the Saint and my ideal."

"Saint Tito hopes to bring the dream power of the goblins to earth, and I hope our civilization can enter the next era."
To be continued...