The gentle sea breeze blew on his face.
George walked briskly towards the dock. He could buy the freshest seafood here every morning. Now that he had a firm foundation in Mordor, he naturally had to add some meat to his family from time to time. All the seafood in the port of Mordor was very cheap. A lobster the size of a fist was only three or five copper Derahls. A fresh sea fish could be eaten for several days. George quickly selected the goods and then returned to his place of residence. It was just dawn today, and he had to report to the garrison immediately after he went back.
The small courtyard where George lived was in the east of Mordor.
It was a small independent brick courtyard with two rooms and one living room. Outside was a dug drainage ditch, and there was a well next to it. There was some land in the small courtyard, and there was a space for clothes. He cleaned it up two days ago and planted some lettuce with his sister. In this way, he would not have to buy any vegetables from outside in the future. As a civilian professional, although George had spent a lot of money, he still knew how to be frugal when it came to living his life.
"You're back."
His sister's gentle voice sounded in his ears. She made a gesture to George and whispered, "why did you buy so many things again? What if you can't finish them? "
His little nephew was sleeping inside.
The more George looked at this little guy, the more he liked him, especially his big black eyes, which always made people feel full of spirit.
George believed that he would grow into an excellent man in the future!
Although he joined the garrison of Mordor and had a generous reward, whenever George wanted to persuade his sister not to go to work but to stay at home to take care of the child, his sister always shook her head stubbornly. She had always been a very strong woman. This might be because of their family's bloodline. Their mother also raised them like this.
Breakfast was oatmeal, salted fish, lettuce, and seafood that was not eaten yesterday.
The garrison took care of lunch and dinner. The training in Mordor was very strict. As a selected elite, George did not patrol like other people, but he received quite strict professional warrior training every day. This also led to his huge appetite. His sister just smiled gently next to him and added a little food to him from time to time.
Although George used to be a militia, he never had the feeling of supporting the whole family like today.
This was a man's responsibility!
This responsibility made him stronger and more confident.
Their daily training was double that of the other soldiers. In addition to the harsh combat training, they would also learn some simple knowledge in the afternoon.
Some people said that they were the officers that Sir Søren had prepared.
George didn't know if this was true, but he knew that there were people being eliminated every day, and he definitely didn't want to be eliminated.
He wanted to give his sister a better life.
His sister's gentle prayer sounded in his ears. To George, Sir Søren was more like an expert that he worshipped rather than a god that he believed in. Therefore, he only prayed once because he was only a general believer. However, it was different for her sister. Sir Søren seemed to occupy a very important position in her heart. She would pray devoutly before every meal to thank Sir Søren for everything he had given her. Although it was not an official prayer ceremony, he would lower his head slightly every time his sister prayed.
Thank you, Sir Søren.
It was he who brought him a new life, away from war, disease, and hunger. Here, he could have more opportunities and a better future.
And all of this was given to him by Sir Søren!
George felt that it was difficult for him to really believe in a god, but this did not prevent him from expressing his loyalty to Sir Søren.
Perhaps some people were born with a hard time becoming devout fanatics.
"Thank you, Lord Søren, for giving us all this! … "
"May the Lord be immortal in his glory! … "
His sister stopped praying. She gently lifted her long hair with her white fingers, looked at George in front of her gently, and whispered, "Go and train when you're full. I heard that if you can be selected, you may become an officer in the future. My little George may become a general in the future! "
Faith was just a very normal part of life.
His sister would pray briefly three times a day, and then go to the priest for a formal prayer every week.
For her, the most important thing now was that her brother could seize this opportunity to stand out. Such a habit was very common in Mordor. People would pray a few words before eating, and then hold a formal prayer every week. For ordinary people, the most important thing was still life. Faith was just a very normal part of life.
"Don't worry."
George nodded with a smile and said, "I will try my best to pass the test!"
After that, he turned and walked outside.
As a seed selected by the garrison of Mordor, George had achieved his initial goal, which was to have an independent small courtyard.
A home of his own.
Now he had a bigger dream. He hoped that he could become a strong man!
The dreams of small people always grew bigger little by little. Some simple knowledge allowed him to learn a lot. He hoped that he could learn enough one day.
It had begun to get busy outside.
Mordor was being expanded every day, but the most important thing now was to build a temple that belonged to Lord Søren. The best craftsmen on the south coast were invited here. People were busy preparing every day because this would be the first temple of Lord Søren in the mortal world. Now that the foundation of the temple had been built, George sometimes saw mysterious spellcasters. They only needed to chant a spell, and they could turn the soil into solid rock. This magical ability made him feel awe.
Although it wasn't completed yet, the entire temple looked like it was integrated into a single entity!
Perhaps it was not as magnificent as the Temple of Wealth, nor was it as tall and magnificent as the Temple of Sea, but anyone who saw it for the first time would feel a kind of solemnity, as if everything in front of them was in order.
There were more and more pedestrians outside.
People from Autumnfall quickly got used to the order of the city. They gradually accepted the new life and integrated as much as possible.
Because there was a future and hope here!
Even the lowliest commoners yearned for a better life in the future.
George could not help but speed up his pace. Today, there was still a harsh training waiting for him. Only by persisting to the end could he have a better future!
…
Raging Sand Island.
The half-elf first mate looked at the document in front of him. After a few glances, he murmured, "Have the orcs and half-elves entered a stalemate? It seems that this Earth Walker is also a very powerful legendary figure! … "
"Come."
"Send this information to Mordor immediately!"
Since Søren went to Treasure Island, he temporarily took over the affairs of the south coast. As a half-elf pirate at the bottom, he had always been cautious. Because he was not the most powerful pirate leader, but he was the most powerful one among all the pirate leaders!
All along, he had been desperately improving himself.
He did not have the bloodline of the giants, so everything could only be done through hard training. Every pirate leader was a competitor. The half-elf first mate was not willing to easily give up his power, so he had to work harder.
Adele Isabella was transferred away.
But the other pirate leaders were still unwilling to fall behind because they knew that they could go further.
Yes.
The half-elf first mate thought that Sir Søren just wanted to build a sea kingdom, but he never expected that Sir Søren was actually preparing to become a god!
That was a god!
If Sir Søren really became a god, the situation would be different for his subordinates.
Gods could not do everything by themselves. Even in the future, Sir Søren might return to the Kingdom of God. At that time, he would need a spokesperson in the mortal world. Not a spokesperson like a church pastor, but a spokesperson to help him rule and control the pirate army. In this case, there was no doubt that these pirate leaders could go further!
The half-elf first mate fell into deep thought.
As the smartest and most resourceful pirate leader, he believed that he was more suitable for this position than the other pirate leaders.
He had enough loyalty to Sir Søren. Perhaps he was not the strongest in combat, but in all aspects, he believed that he was far more competitive than the others.
Now!
The most important thing was to show himself to Sir Søren.
The military parade was an important opportunity. If he could do everything beautifully, there was no doubt that his status in Sir Søren's eyes would be further improved.
"Come."
The half-elf first mate seemed to have thought of something. He stood up and said, "Prepare a warship! I want to go to the City of Wealth! "
…
Port Tylon, Sea Temple.
The figure of the Naga Siren priest stood in the pool behind the temple for a long time without moving. After a long time, she let out a faint sigh and said slowly, "Has the enchantment of the dragon bone warship been completed?"
A faint voice came and replied, "It's almost done."
Magic sails, dragon bone ram, hull reinforcement.
The expression on the Naga Siren priest's face was quite complicated at the moment. After a while, she waved and said, "Get ready to send it over. It seems that he intends to show his power on the south coast. "
She never dreamed that Søren's ambition was to become a god!
Thinking back, the scene of him begging her to remove the influence of Energy Absorption was still in front of her, but in the blink of an eye, he had become an existence that she had to look up to.
At this moment, the Naga Siren priest's heart was full of thoughts!
…
(PS: I can't sleep at night, so I just got up and wrote a chapter. There's one more today.)
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