Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

In the end, the conversation ended with the materialist Cheng An failing to convince the pure mother-theist old man.

It's really heart-breaking.

She had never believed in God so devoutly. Her life from childhood to adulthood had not told her that God could solve everything or that God gave everything. All she learned were science and technology, culture and aesthetics, and all of these ultimately materialized into an individual, not a miracle.

But faith is something that is difficult to evaluate, and everyone has their own pursuits. People believe in different gods or other things for different reasons, perhaps to find peace of mind, perhaps to find hope, or perhaps to live a spiritual life with a place to return to.

No matter what the reason is, as long as it does not harm her, Cheng An will always say: fine, no matter whether it makes sense or not, he will respect it anyway.

This time she plans to let herself go and let others go.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what I will do." Cheng An sighed, "So, is there a place here where I can stay for a while? If there is anyone willing to take me in, that's fine too. I can help."

"Of course, Master Emissary." Lana of Evikin calmed down his expression, "As long as you speak, I believe everyone in the tribe will be happy to help you."

"What do you mean I have to give the order..." This is so embarrassing. It sounds like she is an emperor who wants to give orders to the country. This old man can't really treat her as an envoy, right?

Before she could figure out how to choose, a child's voice suddenly came through the fabric of the tent: "My home! Please ask the envoy to come to my home!"

The next second, not only the sound, but also his entire body rushed in from the corner of the tent. The child moved very quickly, like a small cannonball, towards Cheng An and the old man.

The guards outside the door heard the unusual noise in the tent and were about to come in to arrest the person. With such a small space, they easily caught the child, but their actions were not violent. They just clamped him, warned him not to be rude, then picked up the child and walked out.

"Wait, put the person down first." Cheng An spoke in time. Thanks to her excellent eyesight, the child appeared in the dim tent for only a few seconds, and she could see the hair of the person clearly - golden.

No way, no way? She suppressed her scream in her heart and struggled to keep a calm expression on her face.

When the person who came in saw that it was the envoy recognized by Lana who spoke, he readily let go of his hand, and the child with light blond hair slipped away in an instant.

A familiar little face came over and said, "Mr. Envoy, are you looking for a place to stay? Come to my house! My sister and I are the only ones at home, and we have a place for you to stay!"

Woohoo Kakavasya! You are such a cute baby!

Cheng An looked at the pair of colorful eyes and the well-behaved round head, and felt that this child was really lovable.

She suppressed her inner wildness, reached out and touched his head, and asked, "Why did you invite me to your house? Do you have any wishes that you want me to fulfill?"

"Well, actually, I just have a hunch that the envoy is a good person."

Can help their two siblings who depend on each other - this is what Kakavasya didn't say, but Cheng An heard it.

What do you mean? After searching everywhere for something, it is easy to find!

She came just for them, and was worrying about how to explain to the old man reasonably that she knew Kakavasya and wanted to help this family, but the child came forward to ask her.

This development was perfect. She immediately went with the flow and nodded to Lao Lana: "Then I'll go to their house."

I don't need to ask to know that when the old man saw that she was so satisfied and ready to stay, with his smiling eyes drowned in the wrinkles on his face, what else could he disagree with?

It was such a happy decision.

Kakavasa obviously didn't expect things to go so smoothly. He took Cheng An's hand and walked towards their tent, chatting with her as they walked.

"Mr. Messenger, are you really the one sent by the Mother Goddess to save us and bless us?" Even the little children know the Mother Goddess. Their faith seems to be inseparable from their lives from the moment they are born.

"I don't know, I don't think so, but your Lana thinks I am." Cheng An chose to be honest. Others are willing to believe that the envoy is someone else's insistence, but she herself would not see herself that way.

"Don't call me sir all the time. I have a name, Cheng An. And I'm not that old. Considering your age, it's appropriate for you to call me sister." The air here is dry and I can feel sand in my mouth while I'm talking.

"Then can I call you Sister Messenger?" He looked up and asked. Perhaps because he was young, his ability to accept things was a little better than that of the old man, but it didn't seem to be much better.

"Why can't I call you Sister An?"

"My sister said we can't just call out the envoy's name casually."

Cheng An suddenly laughed. She was really stupid. She only knew that the people here believed in their own earth goddess, but she didn't expect that their belief traditions and rules were so perfect.

"Okay, whatever makes you happy." She gave up struggling.

The blond boy happily took her to meet his sister, who was also a beautiful girl. Although she looked about the same age as Cheng An, or even a little younger, she was reliable and mature enough to be a good mother.

After all, Kakavasia said that their mother was no longer there.

The blonde girl was surprised to see her brother bringing home such a well-dressed and extraordinary person. She asked, "Kakavasya, who did you bring back?"

"Sister, this is the messenger of the Mother Goddess. It was she who protected the uncles and brothers in our tribe who went to Katika and brought them back today. The messenger sister will come to live in our house for a while." Kakavasya obediently told his sister what Lao Lana said.

"Mr. Envoy?!"

The blonde girl's eyes widened. She had just heard from her next-door neighbor that a messenger had come to Evikin, but she had not expected that the messenger would actually come and stay with them.

This is such an honor. But wouldn't it be unfair to you, given their family situation?

Cheng An saw the surprise and anxiety on the other side, and she said sympathetically: "I just arrived in this desert and I really have no place to live. I am sorry to bother you to take me in."

"But don't worry, I'll help with the work! You can leave any work to me!"

Seeing that the "envoy" was very good-tempered and kind, she felt relieved of her anxiety. Since the envoy was willing to come to their house, he must have known everything.

That's it!

The blonde girl suddenly realized, "In that case, then thank the envoy for not looking down on us."

Cheng An no longer cared about what people here called her. She was tired, really tired.

However, she remembered another problem that she had ignored before. Now that she was facing the real person, this problem needed to be taken seriously.

She asked, "What's your name, little sister?"

The blonde girl smiled at her and said, "Just call me Varissa, my lady."

The girl who used to be known as "Kakawasha's sister" finally revealed her name to the former players. Cheng An suddenly felt that her role as an inexplicable messenger was not in vain.