Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

The small square is actually not very big, and there are not many Evikins, so the size of the square is actually quite suitable.

People gathered in three layers around the central platform. The platform was not big, probably a square with the long side of the platform as its side length. It was called a platform, but in fact it was just a separate square area, raised about the height of a step to show the difference. In the middle of the platform was a blazing bonfire.

Lao Lana walked in front. The crowd noticed that a respected leader was coming and automatically made way for him. The old man walked slowly onto the stage, and Cheng An followed behind him.

Seeing the protagonist of the inspiring story they had just heard appear before their eyes, the Evikin people made a small commotion and pairs of beautiful eyes looked over.

Cheng An felt like he was becoming allergic to sight.

But she couldn't show her weakness here. Too much behavior would only make her more embarrassed. What's more, she had experienced too much social failure and her mental state was not very good. She couldn't withstand another psychological shock.

So she winked at old Lana, indicating that he should speak first if he had anything to say.

After all, he was the head of a clan, and his emotional intelligence was very high. He cleared his throat and calmly began his performance to the audience: "We, the Evikin clan, have suffered from the cruelty of the Kartika skinning knives for a long time. They envied my natural beauty, despised my natural skills, and took advantage of and suppressed my natural weaknesses."

"Finally, they also attempted to end the existence of Evikin, using blood and knives, guns and fire to slaughter our family bit by bit and cut off the future of our bloodline."

The crowd fell silent, the excitement in their eyes turned into grief and anger, and their clasped hands clenched into fists.

Cheng An listened to the pain and suffering in his tone, and his heart sank.

"For so long, we have been outmatched by the Kartika. We have been forced to retreat again and again. Finally, we retreated to this tribe, this sandy wasteland that accommodates the few thousand people we have left."

"We once suspected that the Earth Mother Goddess was no longer willing to protect us. Was it fate that we had decided? Complaining was pointless. Accepting the natural course of things was the Mother Goddess' intention."

"But today, it turns out that the Mother Goddess has never given up on Evikin!" He pointed at Cheng An, and the crowd's attention shifted over.

Cheng An was frightened and trembled. She was listening intently, how come she suddenly had a role to play?

I looked up at old Lana's face, wondering what he meant.

But the man didn't look at her. He was still looking at the people in the audience. "The messenger of the Mother Goddess has arrived. She brings food and weapons, hope and the future of Evikin."

"Tonight is just the beginning given by God. One day, we will regain our freedom and dignity. We will have a fair destiny under the protection of the Mother Goddess!"

The old man seemed to have finished his speech and cast a more eager gaze at her. Cheng An instinctively felt that something was wrong.

She was not a messenger of God, she just robbed a camp of supplies by force, and she did not have any mysterious divine power. The old man's words clearly put her at the height of a person who was related to the future survival of the clan, which was not a small burden.

Cheng An couldn't tell for a moment whether this old Lana was really devout enough to believe that everything was arranged by the Mother Goddess, or was he setting a trap for her. If he was really devout, then this was a manifestation of his superstition; if this was his trap, then his intentions were hard to predict, and it was not a good possibility whether he wanted to harm her or the clan. It would be better if he didn't set a trap.

But no matter what the reason, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Ever since she first arrived at the gate of Evikin and the old man gave her the title of "messenger", she was already in a dilemma.

She could get out of this now regardless of everything, but if she didn't care, the Evikin clan would die and only Shajin would be left! What about the pure beauty mission she needed to fulfill?

What's the point of her coming here if she just watches the tragedy happen?

The crowd had completely believed the old woman's words at this time. If she corrected them, it would only cause them to feel uneasy and panic. They would feel sad about why the messenger of the Mother Goddess was unwilling to save them.

With people's hearts scattered, momentum unstable, and faith shaken, this group will only perish faster. At least she can't do such an immoral thing at this time.

Behind Cheng An was the burning bonfire. The temperature around it was very warm, so a lot of food and wine were piled next to the bonfire. While heating them, it also gave a feeling of sacrifice, which was more in line with the tradition of their beliefs.

She didn't say anything, but turned around, picked up a bottle that smelled like fruit wine and was estimated to be lower in alcohol content, poured it into a small cup, and turned back with the cup.

The black-haired girl actually didn't know how to say anything polite. What she wanted to say in her heart the most was, "Don't watch it. It's better to believe that the netizen is the emperor of an ancient country than to believe that I'm a messenger of God! If you believe that the emperor of the ancient country, he might even give you a like online."

But no, it’s too cheap.

After thinking about it, he was silent for a while, and the crowd also fell silent unconsciously. The Evikins' originally beautiful faces became more lively because of the glimmer of hope in their eyes. Finally, this vitality became stronger after their "envoy" spoke, and it became a raging fire spreading among the crowd.

She said: "My wish is indeed to save Evikin. This is the most ideal situation, to avoid the tragedy of extinction and to bring you to create a new life."

"I won't promise anything, I'll just say I'll try my best."

"In the end, the rest of the words are in the wine."

After saying that, she drank it all in one gulp.

It's all about the wine, it's all about the wine, don't embarrass her with any crappy toasts, if you have nothing to do you can go and have something to eat and drink.

The crowd was stunned. The secrets of God's words could not be revealed, so the envoy would not make a clear guarantee, but the envoy's wish for their rebirth was the most silent support.

Compared to all the obscure guidance they had received before, this was the clearest and most explicit divine will they had ever heard! It was a blessing that they could understand after only hearing it once!

"As expected! Mother Earth will not give up her Ewekin child!"

A sigh broke the silence, and everyone became excited again.

Some were shouting, some were crying, some were laughing, some were kneeling, and some were praying. It was conservatively estimated that there were a thousand people present. Their incomprehensible yelling made Cheng An's head almost explode. It was very confusing!

What did they understand?!

Did anything she said cause a war? Why did everyone act like they were possessed?

Finally, it was old Lana who took action. A man of high position and power and old age understood the power of momentum. He poured a bottle of wine into the campfire, and the flames burned more vigorously for a moment, with a more obvious "crackling" sound.

The flames shooting up into the sky attracted everyone's attention, telling the people in front of him that he had something else to say.

Cheng An thought he was really good at pretending. His control skills were top-notch, was this also a matter of experience?

The old man, who was very good at pretending, also picked up a glass of wine and shouted the verses of the prayer they had prayed when they clapped their hands, but with a little difference: "May the Mother Goddess close her eyes for us three times."

"May our blood beat forever"

"The journey is always peaceful,"

"The trick never fails."

Every time Lao Lana said something, the people below would say something to him in unison. The uniform prayers made Cheng An's scalp tingle. They were a group of people with great faith. They were moved by God's mercy and they followed the leader's rhythm to express their piety in an orderly manner.

They tacitly found peace in the poems of the Mother Goddess, except for Cheng An, the "messenger", who was worried out of place.

Can she save the clan this time? Or perhaps, who can she save?