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Jennifer angrily grabbed Latis's hand and bit it, then suddenly realized what she had done, paused for a moment, and muttered to herself:
"That seems to make sense..."
She released Latis's hand, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"As long as they're not lolicon characters that absolutely need to be killed... No, that's not the point, the point is...!"
Jennifer clenched her fists tightly, patted her chest in indignation, and shouted, "Why am I the harem's guard and trainer?! Do you know how embarrassing it was when we came in and found me checking the three of them's bodily functions?! You, as the king, should do this yourself!"
"..."
Latis couldn't help but show a strained expression. He glanced at the three girls, whose faces were flushed, coughed lightly, and said:
"Well, we're all on the same side anyway..."
"I don't care, I don't care." Jennifer punched Latis hard in the chest, shoved the three girls next to Latis, and said:
"There's going to be some kind of commemorative party later. In short, these three little ones will have to stick with you the whole time. The elders in the clan will also be putting up with your pressure to get married and have children. You'd better just bear with it!"
"……what?"
Latis's eyes widened instantly, and his brain began to buzz.
……
……
"Oh, Your Majesty, you've been using the excuse of being busy expanding your territory to delay things. Now, shouldn't you start thinking about the succession to the throne?"
An elderly shrimp official glanced at the dazed Latis and chuckled as he spoke to the three girls sitting beside him:
"You must also strive to live up to His Majesty's expectations! His Majesty is in good health, and the princes and princesses he gives birth to will surely be exceptional. We are all looking forward to seeing the princes and princesses grow up in our lifetime!"
"Yes, I understand!" Leafa gripped Latis's sleeve tightly. Seeing that the official was still waiting for her reply, she could only sigh helplessly, lower her head, and cover her face, saying:
"I will try my best to have a child with my master... um, with His Majesty..."
"Ah, how wonderful, a perfect match."
An old shrimp woman walked up to Latis with a smile, bowed, took out several gifts from her bag, handed them to the girls, and said:
"The tribe will usher in a new era of prosperity. I really envy you for being able to see the scenery of that era. This is a little something from this old woman. I hope you can do a good job of continuing the royal bloodline for His Majesty."
"Thank you, Mother-in-law. I will serve His Majesty well."
Geeta blushed as she accepted the gift. It was a few glittering pearls. Although it was just a phantom from a dream, she was overjoyed for a moment. She politely touched her chest, then examined the pearls and whispered:
"This is the first time I've ever received such a precious gift... If I had my own noble treasury, I could treasure these gifts..."
"Ahem, Your Majesty, may you be well."
An elderly lobster with long, trailing whiskers walked slowly to Latis, sat down gently, and said:
"So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. His Majesty is indeed as wise and powerful as I had imagined, and a promising young man!"
It chuckled softly a few times and continued:
"Back then, when the legendary radiance passed through the tribe and blessed Your Majesty, you were just a child. Time waits for no one..."
Chapter 431 The Sacred Tree Remembers That Past Event
Wait, radiation?
Latis snapped out of his daze, looked at the old lobster in front of him, and asked:
"Elder, could you tell us about the situation when the radiation passed through our tribe back then?"
"Haha... Your Majesty, you still enjoy listening to stories of Radiance, just like when you were a child." The old lobster stroked its whiskers and chuckled, saying leisurely, "That was a long, long time ago..."
Legend has it that when Radiance first returned to the Underworld, it passed through the Moss Tribe. At that time, His Majesty the King was just a young lobster. Seeing the tall and aloof Supreme Radiance, he was very curious and followed Radiance to see what was so special about this legendary being.
At that time, Radiance seemed to be carrying some kind of injury. Although it could still move freely on the surface, there were scattered magical wounds on its body and the greatsword beside it. It slowly walked through the mossy land. The dangerous environment could not make its steps stop for a moment. It was not until it reached the mossy tribe that Radiance stopped and began to observe the group of shrimp and crabs.
The young king asked Radiance about the veracity of those legends, but Radiance merely glanced at it indifferently and then said:
"I am merely an insignificant pioneer on the path of seeking enlightenment. Future generations have too many expectations of me, but my enlightenment is not the enlightenment of the masses, and the enlightenment of the masses is not my enlightenment..."
Radiance seemed to be moved by something. Even through the old crown and helmet, the young king could still sense a heavy emotion. So he shut his mouth, stopped talking, and continued to follow Radiance to other parts of the mossy land.
The silent following lasted only a few days before the king followed Radiance through most of the mossy land. Although Radiance, which could fly, often crossed certain extreme environments to observe places the king could not see, fortunately, Radiance still noticed that there was such a young lobster following it. After observing it, it would fly back to its original spot and take it to another area.
The king's image of wielding a sword and cutting through thorns seemed to have won Radiance's approval. So, after returning to the Mossy Tribe, Radiance stopped in front of the ancient tree, which was not yet a sacred tree at the time, gazed at its canopy-like crown for a moment, and then blessed the king.
Legend has it that the king at the time fell into a daze under the blessing of the powerful light, and the last thing he heard before he fainted was, "May you have your own light."
The elders of the tribe noticed this and quickly gathered around to observe the situation. They found that Radiance turned to the ancient tree and said, "You may have a hard time in the days to come." After saying this, he quietly gazed at the ancient tree.
After the king awoke, he indeed found that his fighting spirit had suddenly become much stronger. When the tribal elders heard this news, they all breathed a sigh of relief. In their great mood, they gradually turned the matter into an interesting story.
After receiving a piece of symbiotic algae from the Moss Tribe, Radiance drifted away. The symbiotic algae was made from the most vibrant moss lichen selected by the Moss Tribe. It usually adhered to the body and could grow rapidly after absorbing sunlight, turning into clothing that could resist attacks. It could be considered the core technology of the Moss Tribe.
As time passed, the light power of the mossy land gradually increased, which made the environment better and better for the light-loving vegetation in this area. The entire mossy land was thriving, and many people, busy with their current lives, gradually forgot the brief day when the radiation came. Only a few older lobsters still had a vague impression of it.
After all, Radiance was just a legendary deity, and the real heroes who made the tribe thrive were the king and his ministers.
……
"Hehe... It's been so many years since I told this story that I can't quite remember the details right now."
The old lobster shook its head and laughed:
"Your Majesty, the blessing of the Supreme Radiance may exist, but it is ultimately your efforts that have brought hope to the tribe. On this day of remembrance, I would also like to contribute to your well-being."
It coughed lightly, took out a piece of algae from its bosom, and smiled:
"This is another type of algae-covered garment from our tribe, made from algae on the surface of the sacred tree. Legend has it that by donning this algae-covered garment made from the roots of the homeland tree, one can leave their own roots in the world, cough cough, which naturally means offspring..."
The old lobster chuckled and handed the algae to Snyder, saying:
"The three of you must serve His Majesty the King well and add glory to the future of the Moss Tribe..."
Snyder looked up at Latis, who was awkwardly scratching his head with an embarrassed smile, blinked, smiled, took the algae robe, and casually draped it over his shoulders, saying softly:
"I will definitely take good care of the master, everyone can rest assured."
"Yeah!"
The old lobster patted its leg contentedly, stood up, and slowly walked away.
Latis sighed helplessly, exchanged a glance with Snyder, and couldn't help but complain:
"There's no need to be so emotional, it's just acting..."
“Yes, indeed.” Snyder pulled his seaweed-covered robe tighter around himself, looked at himself for a moment, and laughed, “Sir, do I look good like this?”
"...It's just so-so, or rather, it's a bit ugly."
Latis rubbed his temples, looking exasperated, and commented in a very straightforward, masculine way.
While this algae-covered garment can keep you warm and make monsters look more fierce and wild, it is ultimately too thick and sloppy for humans to wear, especially since young girls are particularly petite. It looks like they are buried in a pile of grass with only their little heads sticking out.
"Hmph." Snyder wrinkled his nose, a rare occurrence for him, stuck out his tongue at Latis, and said in a low voice, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it, sir. With so many people watching, and we're hoping for a good omen, I can't just throw the algae away like that."
"That's true... then please wear it for now."
Latis shook his head, looking at Snyder sitting next to him like a pile of straw, and made a little room for her, but she moved closer again very discreetly.
He glanced at the many shrimp and crabs sitting around him, and didn't bother to dwell on it anymore. Anyway, this ceremony of offering blessings to the King and Queen would continue for a while, and he would be busy with other things later.
I really envy Jennifer and Holnet... being a guard means they can just sit back and slack off...
The blessings before him continued unabated. Latis scratched his ear, sighed, and looked up at the sacred tree above.
Although it was a ceremony to commemorate the sacred tree, the main focus was still on the king and those around him. Rather, ever since the story of the radiance told by the old lobster, this moss tribe has never placed its faith in external things.
The drooping vines swayed gently above his head, and the dark red glow of the sunset gradually faded after nightfall. A cluster of emerald green lantern grass rose in the center of the shrimp and crabs sitting around. Although it was not as bright as the scene later when the light overflowed and was collected by the shrimp and crabs to be used as lamps, this slightly tranquil atmosphere had a kind of warm, family-like feel to it.
The blessing phase was finally over. Latis looked down and saw that the shrimp and crabs had all gathered in front of the lantern grass, examining the appearance of the sacred tree and discussing the design of the future currency. Even the girls had run over to join in the fun, drawing and writing on the ground with twigs, looking quite engrossed.
These guys, do they even have any artistic talent? They just stand there drawing...
Latis silently complained to himself, when suddenly he felt an itch on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that it was the vine of the sacred tree.
Are you celebrating this moment too?
He muttered something unconsciously, then suddenly his eyes widened slightly, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind, as if he had remembered something.
Come to think of it, this has always been the sacred tree's dream...
There were so many activities involving monsters that Latis almost mistook them for monsters' dreams.
If the sacred tree has a memory, did it actually remember this scene all along? Even after so many years, until it was separated from the Light Parasite and the Moss Tribe, it never forgot it.
Latis took a deep breath and touched the Dream Nail at his waist.
The power of the dream had diminished considerably. In his perception, the remaining power of the Sacred Tree was now lower than that of his own team, making it a viable time to engage it in battle.
but……
He stood up, looked at the girls waving at him, scratched his head, and slowly walked over.
What exactly is the relationship between story and adventure? Perhaps the story is a part of the adventure, and the adventure is a part of the story...
"Hey, come look at the front of the shrimp coin I drew! Ta-da, isn't it cool?!"
"...Who is this?! Do I look like a grinning soybean?"
"Oh, it's just freehand style..."
"You really should go and learn to draw from that young artist..."
"Master, Master, look at my drawing!"
"...Holy crap! What a burly, monstrous man... Wait, Leafa, do I seem a little inhuman to you?"
"No, no! Waaah, my master is so handsome in my heart..."
"Lord Latis, look at what my teacher and I have drawn!"
"Huh? As expected of a proper young lady, her drawing skills are much more reliable than Jennifer's... But what is Holnet drawing? I don't quite understand it?"
"Ahem, sorry, Captain, I drew the muscle structure I felt while carrying you through the monsters. After all, I often study monsters' weaknesses this way..."
"Don't try to figure me out! ...By the way, what are my weaknesses?"
"Uh, Captain seems a little unsteady on his lower abdomen, like there's something heavy on him..."