vncnus Chapter 584 Heli of the Feathered Clan
Chapter 584 Heli of the Feathered Clan
Chapter 584 Heli of the Feathered Clan
"Um?"
Tang Zijun paused, raising her eyebrows.
The little girl huddled behind the elf had striking short violet hair and a timid expression, looking somewhat shy.
What surprised Tang Zijun the most was the pair of snow-white wings on her back that, even when forcibly folded and pressed tightly against her back, could not conceal their sacred nature.
Feathered Clan!
The word exploded in Tang Zijun's mind like a thunderclap, and his heart skipped a beat.
He almost forgot the hint of smugness and greed that had flashed across the short, fat, greasy face of the slave trader during the transaction. The guy had vaguely mentioned that he had a rare, valuable, but hot potato bomb in his possession.
Tang Zijun was very clear about what the Feathered Race meant in the Storm Church's strict, almost insane doctrines—they were messengers of the Ocean Current God, sacred and inviolable divine signs walking among humans, and an absolute taboo explicitly forbidden in the core of the Storm Laws, prohibiting any form of blasphemy, harm, or even touching.
The Herrscher... Tang Zijun instantly pictured the figure in the silver-blue uniform with eyes as sharp as a hawk. Although she looked like an ordinary nun on the surface, as a Herrscher, she definitely possessed extraordinary power.
If the Storm Church were to find out that a Winged Race member—especially such a young one—had been enslaved, kept like livestock in a filthy iron cage, and sold here, it would be tantamount to splattering ink on the throne of the Storm Temple.
Those Herrschers will definitely not stand idly by; it will bring a whole host of troubles.
Tang Zijun bought her initially as a form of protection; after all, if such a hot potato couldn't be sold, who knew what fate awaited her?
Tang Zijun also considered sending the woman she had given to the Storm Church after buying the property. That way, she might gain a favor from the church. Although Tang Zijun didn't care about that, a favor from the Storm Church would greatly help the development of Black City.
But plans can't keep up with changes. He was busy dealing with the troubles of the gods of the era and forgot about this matter as soon as he turned around. He was only thinking about the elves and dwarves. He thought that Grilando should be able to handle these matters properly. Who would have thought that because he didn't speak up, Grilando didn't dare to make any rash moves.
In the end, by dragging it out until now, they've actually managed to keep this little girl from the Feather Clan.
Because this is a greenhouse, and also the most strictly managed place in Black City, people are not allowed to approach it casually. As a result, apart from a few people, almost no one in Black City knows about the little girl's existence.
"Hello, little one." Tang Zijun gave a smile as gentle as possible, but he was met with a wary look from the winged girl, though there was some curiosity in that wariness.
Seeing the little girl staring straight at her without saying a word, just as Tang Zijun was wondering if there was something wrong with the translator, the leading elf spoke up.
"My lord, please forgive me, Heri is rather shy."
"Who are you?"
"I am the acting governor of the Elf Autonomous Region. You may call me Terella." The female elf bowed again.
The Elf Autonomous Region was established by Grilando based on the name of the Magic Bureau that Hyacinth had sent back. Simply put, it was a region that was designated for them in Black City, right next to the greenhouse, and it was where the elves lived.
Of course, although it's called an autonomous region, it can't be completely unmanaged. After all, this is Black City, and it's impossible to create a city within a city, which would be a major taboo. So, basically, in addition to taking into account the Elven culture, this area also has a market.
Because it's close to the greenhouses and grain-producing areas, Grilando set up the market here. Every day, many people come to buy grain, and she also hopes that this will allow the elves to communicate better with humans.
At first, this approach did not work. The elves, who relied on the mountains and rivers for their livelihood, rarely engaged in trade, just as they scorned the god of commerce.
However, as things gradually developed, they gradually accepted this change, and some elves gradually became one with humans, with their relationship becoming noticeably warmer.
Tang Zijun nodded. "You all look much more energetic. Have you been enjoying your stay here?"
"Thank you for your concern. My people are living well here. Commander Xiao is very supportive of us. In the current environment, it is our good fortune to know a human lord like you, and it is also the protection of the God of Nature."
The people here are still the same, used to attributing everything to the gods. However, Tang Zijun didn't think much of it and continued speaking.
"These are chaotic times, as you can see, the whole world is in disarray. To survive in this world, we need everyone to unite. Only in this way can we overcome the difficulties together. I'm entrusting the food in these greenhouses to you."
"This is our job. To witness plants sprouting from the soil under such harsh conditions is a revelation from the God of Nature. We will follow your will and contribute our strength to the development of Black City." Terella's eyes shone as she said this.
Tang Zijun found it quite interesting. Although attributing the agricultural college's genetically modified food to that unknown god of nature was a bit far-fetched, from the other party's perspective, it might be the only thing that had allowed them to hold on until now without collapsing.
If the god they worship were to fall, it would be an absolute catastrophe for the believers, as evidenced by the behavior of those slave traders.
Without the protection and justice of the god of commerce, the slave traders nearly suffered a mental breakdown on the spot. They didn't know what would happen without the god's protection, but it was this uncertainty that terrified them.
The elves suffered the same fate. First, a great fire engulfed the entire Elven Forest, leaving them homeless refugees. Then, the fall of the God of Nature dealt them another heavy blow.
Although there is still no evidence to suggest that the God of Nature has truly died, the fact that the entire dream world is shrouded in natural disasters shows that the God of Nature's authority has long since collapsed.
In this situation, the elves, having lost their faith, were utterly devastated. When they discovered that the Black City possessed food that could stubbornly grow, sprout, and mature even amidst such a natural disaster, their insecure hearts naturally rushed towards it, clinging tightly to this glimmer of hope.
Even though they knew perfectly well that none of this had anything to do with the God of Nature, they preferred to deceive themselves, for only in this way could they find the motivation to live.
Tang Zijun didn't point this out. He believed that as time went on, these elves would gradually accept everything. For now, it was more important to understand them better.
"I heard from Glolando that you want to build a church for the God of Nature in Black City?" This was the news that Glolando had just reported to Tang Zijun, hoping that he could make a decision.
Teresa nodded upon hearing this. She didn't shy away from the topic, but spoke softly, "Yes, my lord, I know this request may sound a bit excessive, but believe me, we have no intention of challenging your authority. We simply want to build a place where our people can pray."
Tang Zijun wasn't completely ignorant about the Elf race.
They had previously prayed secretly while planting crops, and sometimes they would even talk to the plants.
Of course, this communication is one-way; the genetically modified food won't respond to their words.
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