The capital of Anhuo was renamed Anhuo City and was no longer the capital of the kingdom.
However, this place is still one of the most important cities in the Henir Dynasty. The complex and intertwined underground rivers centered here support the people of Xiinsai in cities, towns, and villages one after another.
At the same time, Henir also placed the Ice Temple here, which shows that he attaches great importance to this place.
Sandian stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by people coming and going.
There were caravans of people dragging trailers past in groups, nobles imitating priests and wearing gorgeous robes, and luxury shops selling gold and silverware on the roadside were installing glass and oil lamps, attracting a large group of people.
Watch.
In the previous troll disaster, almost half of the city of Anhuo was destroyed, leaving only ruins.
No one could imagine that a few years later, with the power of rituals brought by Sandian, the city would glow with new glory.
Moreover, prosperity is greater than ever.
Sandian looked up at the stone statue erected at the crossroads. It was a picture of a man standing in front of the terrifying desert worm.
Student Haru asked him: "Who is that!"
Sandian's eyes were full of nostalgia: "The second generation saint Stan Tito."
When a giant natural disaster occurred in the capital of Anhuo, Stan Tito, the second-generation saint, saved many people. The surviving citizens and businessmen cast a statue like this for him to commemorate his good deeds.
Sandian came here because he wanted to see the places where Stan Tito had been.
But now that he had finished reading, he turned around and walked through the crowd towards the outside of the city.
Haru chased after him: "Sir Sandian, aren't we going to stay here?"
Sandian shook his head: "It's not suitable here."
In the shadow of the bustling city, there is a small town outside the city.
It is dilapidated, deserted and full of homeless people.
The people living here are the poorest of the poor, and they can't even enter the gate of Anhuo City.
Because the city entry tax is also a high price for them.
All the prosperity in Anhuo City has nothing to do with them, and the power of the ritual has no trace of coming here.
Sandian and Haru passed by here, preparing to go to the seaside from here.
It had just rained in the morning, and pairs of hungry eyes looked at the two people on both sides of the muddy street.
Haru was a little scared when faced with that look, and hid behind Sandian.
With a loud shout: "The priest has given out food."
These people immediately swarmed up like a tide of insects and rushed towards a certain corner of the town.
Sandian followed curiously and saw a young man and several companions distributing a black plaster to the poor.
He immediately recognized that this was the black ointment produced by the Ice Temple. When the spiritual priests filtered the sea water through rituals to make large quantities of ice, this was what was left.
It is made from plankton and tiny insects in the sea. Of course, those high-ranking nobles will not like this kind of thing, and no one will think that this kind of thing can be eaten.
Sandian knew what the essence of this thing was, and he also knew that there would be no problem eating it.
Although it is as hard as a stone and very unpalatable, soaking it in water is very filling.
This priest should have brought the black ointment out from the Ice Temple in the city and distributed it to these people as food.
The poor people were holding things while talking to the young priest, as if everyone here was familiar with him.
"When can you become the official priest of the Ice Temple!"
"Lan En! You must become the biggest shot in the future!"
"That's right, I want to become the chief priest of the Ice Temple!"
The young man named Lan En smiled and said nothing.
Sandian waited until everything was over, then stepped forward and asked the boy: "Are you the resident priest of this town?"
The young man took a look at the two people, one big and one small. They didn't look like tramps.
"I am the priest here!"
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
Sandian asked him: "You should be able to work in a temple in a big city. Even if you can't enter the Ice Temple in Anhuo City, you can still go to other prosperous places."
"How can I be a resident priest in a small town here, with a group of poor people who have no fishing ground and no way to enter a workshop?"
The young priest didn't like this man's presumption: "I like my hometown, don't you?"
Sandian: "No matter how poor you are, people will change if their status changes."
"The more people suddenly become successful, the more afraid they are that others will know about their miserable past. Isn't it like this?"
"You should get out of here."
Young Priest: "Maybe this is normal, but it makes people feel uncomfortable."
"I don't like this, at least not now."
Sandian nodded. Some priests abandoned everything in the past once they became prosperous, but some still missed their past lives.
Some are noble, some are despicable.
Sandian saw more and gradually understood.
No matter what the opponent is, the appearance of more and more spiritual priests will change the world.
Whether he is greedy, noble, or willing to be mediocre, he will become a part of changing the world.
What hinders the progress of civilization is the old priest families who cling to their own selves.
Knowledge will not advance because we cherish it; the truth will only become clearer because knowledge is spread more and more widely.
For example, if everyone like this young man could learn systematic knowledge of magic and possess the advanced knowledge of a priest in the spiritual world.
He can easily change the current appearance of his hometown.
Perhaps, this is what the second generation of saints really wants to see.
Sandian used divine magic to explore the young man's talent: "You are very talented. With your awakened bloodline concentration, you should have a chance to become a spiritual priest. Doesn't anyone in the Ice Temple take a fancy to you?"
Lan En spread his hands: "I want to enter the Ice Temple to study, but I don't have the money."
And he hasn't said that there are some things that you can't learn even if you have money.
You also have to be from a prominent priestly family, or even a specific family.
And how could Sandian not know all the details here? It was this young priest who completely strengthened Sandian's belief in founding the academy.
"You come with me!"
"I can teach you magic without charging you any money, and I don't need you to have any noble bloodline."
The young man looked at Sandian as if he had seen a ghost: "You?"
Sandian stretched out his hand, and the soil on the ground suddenly gathered and turned into a stone in his hand.
The simple change shocked the young man.
"You didn't draw a ritual formation, how could you use the power of miracles?"
Sandian shook his head: "This is not the power of miracles. It cannot create or create miracles on a large scale."
"This is the advanced power of wisdom and power, an existence above the priests in the spiritual world."
The young priest was a little confused: "What can I do if I follow you?"
Sandian: "I'm not asking you to leave your hometown and enjoy the life that a priest should have."
"I will teach you how to use power. After you complete your studies, you can bring hope to your hometown. You can change everything here."
"You can bring food from the Ice Temple, but how long can this happen?"
"Your efforts cannot change any situation."
The young man looked at the two people in front of him, a strange but extremely powerful priest, and an ignorant, timid child.
Suddenly, he saw a slave brand on the collar of the priest's robe.
He immediately vaguely guessed who was in front of him.
Lan En's voice became a little trembling: "Who are you?"
Sandian: "Who am I?"
He smiled and pointed in the direction of Anhuo City.
"Have you seen the stone statue in Anhuo City?"
"I am his student."
"If you are willing, you can also become my student."
Lan En's eyes changed completely, and he knelt in front of Sandian: "I am willing to follow you, teacher!"