This letter had no envelope, only a signature and was delivered to Lu Li through a merchant.
Lu Li was obviously not the real recipient of the letter. A resident named Arent entrusted the merchant Anthony to deliver the letter to the Weiner Underground City.
"You should stop this letter from being sent, it will damage the beauty of the Light Land." Thorncrown whispered.
"It's not the letter that erases the beauty, it's the facts described in the letter." Lu Li asked Anthony, the businessman blocking the sun in front of the door: "Are there many residents who want to communicate with the Weiner Underground City?"
"This is the first one."
Lu Li realized that he had asked the wrong person, so he asked the businessman Anthony to compile the laws of the Agate Lake camp and then temporarily transferred him to Valendo, who was under the management of the residents.
"Hello Mr. Valendo!"
"Hello Pusius."
Valendo smiled and said hello to Pusius who was chasing and playing on the front lawn. He walked into the forest cabin and was slightly startled when he saw the packed desk and luggage.
"This is...are you ready to travel far?"
"I will move away from the island in the middle of the lake, and this place will become the temple of the Twisted Shadow." Lu Li handed the letter to Valendo and got to the point: "Are there many residents who want to take refuge with Weiner...are there many residents in contact with the underground city?"
Valendo took the letter and answered Lu Li while reading it: "Residents do often talk about their friends in Weiner... Well, I guess this is the first person to send the letter?"
"Um."
The letter writer named Alant even paid the merchant 53 shillings his entire fortune as a reward.
"What are you going to do?" Valendo thought the exorcist must have already decided.
"Letter from camp and dungeon is allowed."
"Are you sure? That may reveal some of the current situation of the camp..." Valendo frowned. Although there is no better gathering place in this world than here, people outside may be disappointed in the Land of Light because of some truths.
"Um."
Because it is difficult for the Agate Lake camp to expand, it is foreseeable that all the allies who can migrate will move in and twist their figures into gods. The strength of the camp will not be enhanced for a long time in the future, and there is no need to hide it anymore.
If weirdos in the old sewers want to invade, there won't be much difference between soon and long after.
"Leave it to me." After thinking about it, this matter is not difficult to handle. All he needs to do is set up a mailbox to inform all residents that Valendo will take on this task: "Are you going to do it for free or for a fee?"
"Free for now."
Because the Agate Lake camp is evenly distributed under the planned economy, residents will not be paid for their labor, and everyone will be treated equally. Although this equal distribution has disadvantages, such as sneakers and hard laborers, the pay is not equal, but in the land of light there is no equal.
Leaving the land of light, where else can they go?
Moreover, one day off per week and afternoon study make the residents feel too relaxed.
"OK."
After saying goodbye to Lu Li and Pusius, Valendo returned to the residential area, looking for a carpenter to build a mailbox, and planned to inform all the residents during lunch time.
"How are the preparations for the twisted figure?" Lu Li asked the Swamp Mother.
He and his five hundred followers sneaked into Agate Lake yesterday evening, and no more news came out.
"Firolina has chosen a suitable location and is preparing to build a lake-bottom temple..." After a brief silence, the Swamp Mother added: "Firolina is here, let Him tell you."
Lu Li looked out the window, and saw strange waves on the lake surface blown by the gentle breeze. The ugly silhouettes that should not be exposed to the sun stepped out of the lake, and the gods surrounding them landed on the island in the middle of the lake.
The Twisted Cultist stayed in the shallows, and the twisted figure approached the hut along the path.
Pusius, who was lying on the lawn with his eyes squinting in the sun, got up, wagging his two tails and greeting: "Good morning, Miss Philolina."
"……morning."
The twisted shadow paused slightly. He was not used to greetings or being called by his name.
Entering the hut, he looked at Lu Li and the Swamp Mother: "The temple at the bottom of the lake needs stones, let the residents polish them."
Stones are the most indispensable resource in the camp. The excavation in the refuge area brought a lot of stones, so many low-quality and ordinary stones were eaten by worms.
However, the twisted figure requires polished and flat stones, which is a little time-consuming, but only slightly.
It won't take long for the more than 580 residents to gather enough for the temple at the bottom of the lake.
It's a pity that the Twisted Cultists are not good at this, their tentacles are more suitable for wrapping than grasping, otherwise a thousand Twisted Cultists would be faster. So are the worms. It can smash rocks like dry mud but it can't make them turn into
Cube, cuboid.
There was still some time before noon, and Lu Li was about to call the businessman Anthony to inform the residents. At this time, Pusius poked his head into the wooden house: "Mr. Lu Li, leave it to me!"
"Don't tell the residents yet, inform the craftsmen to twist the church and design the temple drawings."
"Um!"
Excited to have something to do, Pusius ran up the wooden bridge and quickly arrived at the residential area.
"Mr. Lu Li asked all the craftsmen to go to the Twisted Church"
The little guy with a human face ran and shouted among the shacks, attracting the attention of the residents.
Of course they recognized it, Puseus, the exorcist's companion.
squeak
The door opened, and a little boy stood by the door. Watching Pusius running over, he asked timidly: "Can I touch you?"
"Of course, but we have to hurry up, I have to go to the construction site!" Pusius took the initiative to run to the boy's feet, turned around and raised his butt.
Pusius's hair almost covered the scales at the base of his tail. There were only two tails, one hairy and one bare, which looked strange.
The little boy happily knelt down and touched Pusius's back. The fluffy and dry hand felt softer and warmer than his father's hair.
"I'm going to go get busy. Goodbye!"
The comfortable hair disappeared from his palm, and the little boy reluctantly watched Psius run away.
While shouting and leaving the residential area, Pusius broke into the lumberyard, the construction site, and where everyone was, and then ran back to the island in the middle of the lake from the bridge reflected in the lake.
"Huh...huh...Mr. Lu Li...I told them!"
Pusius stuck out his tongue and gasped.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome!" Pusius turned around and looked for something: "Has Miss Philolina returned to the church?"
"Um."
"If you need help, remember to call me!"
The excited Pusius, wagging his tail, returned to the lawn and lay down to rest.
"Do you really want to leave Onyx Lake to Him?" Swamp Mother resumed the conversation.
"The luggage has been packed," Lu Li said.
The half-full suitcase filled with clothes was placed on the single bed.
"Where are you going?"
"There are a lot of vacant houses."
The island in the middle of the lake is indeed safer than other places in the camp, but everything is the same outside. Regardless of the psychological comfort brought by the large number of people, the safety of living in a shack is no different from living in a single-family house.
At least for the weird ones that can break through the banyan guards and twisted cultists.
To a certain extent, shacks housing hundreds of people are more attractive than single-family houses scattered along the shores of Agate Lake.
