Of course, Sui Xiong could not just let Cerberus go back to the human world. This guy was very strong and stupid. Who knew what kind of trouble it would cause in the human world.
Therefore, he decided that no matter what, he would first teach this "Demon King of Wolves" that was 23,000 years behind the times some basic knowledge.
This was a very hard job, especially when the one receiving the education was a fool.
It was a f * cking fool!
It was a fool!
In the next ten days or so, words like "It's a fool, let's not bother with a fool" repeatedly appeared in Sui Xiong's mouth and heart.
But after ten days, he finally could not stand it anymore. He roared, "Let Wall teach you." Then he smashed the pointer and the blackboard and ran away without looking back.
Only a confused Cerberus was left sitting in front of the desk, not knowing why its teacher Jellyfish had suddenly gone crazy.
"This little bastard is the worst student I've ever taught!" Sui Xiong muttered to himself listlessly.
At this moment, he had turned himself into an invisible void, floating in the sky of the Main Plane, drifting with the wind. He was truly free and unfettered, just like what Zhuang Zi had said.
However, he was very depressed and not at all free and unfettered.
That Cerberus was terrifyingly stupid!
As an ancient demon king, its intelligence was not low. At least it had a good memory. Basically, it could remember anything Sui Xiong taught it three times at most. However, when it needed to convert "memory" into "thinking," it was very clumsy. For example, Sui Xiong taught it that one plus one equals two, then one plus two equals three, and so on. Then he asked it what two plus three equals. It would think for a long time, try to remember, and finally look at Sui Xiong with very innocent eyes and answer, "Teacher, you didn't teach me this."
…
Sui Xiong was impressed by himself for being able to endure for so many days.
However, no matter how patient he was, he had finally reached his limit today.
"Sigh! I hope Wall can teach it well … "Sui Xiong sighed deeply and buried his guilt towards Wall in the bottom of his heart. He closed his eyes and planned to relax for a while.
Before he knew it, he fell asleep.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of crying.
"Eh? Who's crying? "
Sui Xiong opened his eyes and looked down at the place where the crying was coming from.
Speaking of which, it was quite a coincidence. Just by floating and cruising casually like this, he had unknowingly flown to the sky above the Commonwealth of Gold Coins. He happened to see the vast and mighty migration team moving slowly like ants moving house.
A cremation was going on in a small field near the migration team. More than ten corpses were placed on a pile of firewood and swallowed by the raging flames. Accompanied by the thick smoke and the cries of their loved ones, they were turned into piles of ashes.
Sui Xiong frowned and quickly descended to a height close to the ground. He randomly chose a strong man who seemed to be the host of the cremation. He used his divine power to probe his mind and learned the whole story.
It turned out that these people had all died of illness.
Although the God of Plague had used his divine power to prevent a large-scale outbreak of the plague, how could a large group of people not fall sick after a long journey in this increasingly hot weather?
Those who were young and strong were fine, but once the old and the weak fell sick, it would be difficult for them to survive even if there were doctors to treat them.
Putting everything else aside, most of the patients needed to stay in bed and recuperate. They also needed sufficient nutrition. Neither of these requirements could be met in the migration team.
Under such circumstances, naturally, the dead would appear one after another.
At the beginning of the migration, the situation was still alright. But as the migration went on longer and longer, the health of the people became weaker and weaker, and the number of people who died of illness gradually increased.
The strong man who hosted the cremation was a knight. He led the villagers under his rule in the migration from the north all the way south. During this process, people kept falling sick and dying. Until now, out of more than four hundred people in a village, more than one-tenth had died.
However, among the corpses that were being held today, only one belonged to his people. The rest came from the people under the rule of other lords. As the camp of his people happened to have a relatively large open space, they were transported here to be cremated together.
Looking at the sorrowful faces of the emaciated migrants, Sui Xiong sighed softly and slowly flew up.
Looking into the distance, he could see not only thick smoke, but he could also hear the sound of crying coming from many places. With such a large migration team, many people would die every day.
Sui Xiong frowned and flew towards the migration team of the merchant party.
There was a cremation being held here as well. While it was much smaller than the migration team of the nobles, there was not much difference in essence.
The farmers were already short of food and clothing in the first place. Coupled with the long journey, their standard of living was almost at its lowest. Even if the merchant party was working hard to maintain their lives, there was a limit to what they could do.
Of course, compared to the nobles, the merchant party was certainly better off.
But … Sui Xiong carefully observed the migrants. Most of them were already very skinny. Although they were not to the point of being all skin and bones, they did not have much fat left to consume.
(If they keep migrating like this, it wouldn't be long before a large number of them would die!)
His brow tightened, his mind filled with worry.
That was when he noticed a conversation.
It was a few youths who were conversing with Clergy and a small merchant who appeared to be the leader.
"Ah! Another two died today, "the merchant said dejectedly. "People die every day. Even if there are doctors and priests, there's nothing they can do …"
"Divine spells aren't omnipotent, and neither is medicine." Clergy consoled him. "Don't be too sad, you've done your best."
"I think I could do better," the merchant said gloomily. The merchant's face was gloomy. "If I were strong enough, strong enough to influence the country's policies, I might be able to stop this migration."
"But in that case, there might be a war." Being a member of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, Clergy was very clear about the reason for the migration. "The conflict between the merchant party and the nobles has reached a point where it could erupt at any moment," he said, sighing. "If the migration didn't happen and separate them, they might have already started fighting."
The merchant sighed for a while. "If the Grand Council could be established back then, perhaps there wouldn't be so much trouble, right?"
"Probably. Our Lord had hoped for everyone to sit down and discuss any conflict, and even if some things couldn't be resolved, it would be better to resolve some of them." Clergy showed a look of indignation. "Those short-sighted people! All they think about is boring things like 'it might affect the right of inheritance' or 'hindering the sanctity of the nobles'. They don't even think about the fact that if a war really breaks out, they'll all be dead. What right of inheritance or sanctity will there be?
He was clearly leaning towards the merchant party and not fond of the nobles in the first place. Now, the more he spoke, the angrier he became as he endlessly criticized the nobles.
The merchant and his entourage nodded repeatedly as they listened, as if they were suddenly enlightened.
Sui Xiong used his divine power to look into their hearts, and found that they very simply and clearly blamed the misery caused by the migration on the selfishness and shortsightedness of the nobles.
Shaking his head, he flew to the nobles' side and searched carefully, only to find that they were discussing the reason for the migration as well.
However, unlike the merchant party, the aristocratic party blamed the problem on the merchant party's greed. They believed that it was the merchant party's unscrupulous pursuit of wealth and status that caused the situation to worsen. Otherwise, wouldn't it be better for everyone's wives to live peacefully?!
All in all, it was the other party's fault.
Carefully looking through the situation on both sides, Sui Xiong shook his head, sighed, and went to the Goddess of Wealth.
"I just went to the migration party for a look," he said. "I have a feeling … that they're going to fight again!"
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