King from scratch

It was drizzling, and He Xingwen walked on the familiar road holding an umbrella.

"Although it's raining, it has no cooling effect at all." He Xingwen said casually, "The greenhouse effect is really scary."

He walked into the school, put away the umbrella at the library door, and walked into the library.

He Xingwen's goal was very clear. He walked straight to a certain bookshelf, reached out and brushed the neatly arranged books, pulled out "The Analects of Confucius", and then quickly turned to that page.

"Zi Suo's elegant words, "Poems", "Books", and Zhili are all elegant words."——Note: "The Analects of Confucius·Shuer"

The value on the icon that had not changed for a long time changed again after this line of words came into He Xingwen's eyes: 1/?

He Xingwen closed "The Analects of Confucius" and put it back on the bookshelf. When he withdrew his hand, he paused slightly, the brief pause was almost imperceptible, and the next second he turned and walked out, without any abnormality.

The voice of the system sounded in his mind: "Aren't you going to get another rule? I remember that you haven't revived an elite NPC that needs rules to revive?"

He Xingwen held up his umbrella and stepped into the drizzle.

"Obviously, I'm not going to do that."

The system agreed with his choice: "A wise decision. Under the current situation, what the kingdom needs is as many NPCs as possible, not elite NPCs who may need more energy to recover."

He Xingwen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since you know this, why do you ask?"

"Because your will is above mine." The system's tone was unwavering: "I will obey your will first, and then analyze the pros and cons of this behavior."

He Xingwen disagreed with this: "I didn't regard you as my people, so..."

"I hope you don't think of me as your king either."

The mechanical sound of the system remains unchanged: "I need to increase the level of intelligence to confirm this."

He Xingwen lay down on the bed: "Then I hope that after you improve your intelligence, you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Don't you want me to be your subject?"

He Xingwen closed his eyes and said calmly, "I will have enough people, but I won't have another system."

The mechanical sound of the system seems to remain unchanged, and it seems to be tainted with the illusion of pleasure: "Of course, you are always right."

altar.

He Xingwen stretched out his hand to push open the wooden door, and a golden light emerged from behind the door, floating in the world.

A lot of information came to He Xingwen's mind, but he skipped over them one by one. The pattern on the back of his hand lit up, reflecting the golden light behind the door.

System: "The rules are being acquired..."

New rules emerged from the golden light.

"National setting 4: In your kingdom, the language used by your people is the common language of the world."

He Xingwen raised his chin towards the room: "Bring him out."

The dwarf was tightly bound by the bark, and there was no violent reaction when he was lifted out of the door by the NPC.

He Xingwen's eyes paused on the bark for a few seconds, then moved to the opponent's hand, some imperceptible marks remained on the dark and rough skin.

He Xingwen: "I think we can have a chat now?"

After hearing his words, the dwarf who didn't respond suddenly raised his head and stared at He Xingwen's expression, as if he saw some strange creatures - of course, he also looked at them like this before, but now this expression is so obvious that it cannot be concealed to the point.

"I……"

He swayed forward, as if he wanted to get close to He Xingwen, and it seemed that it was just a subconscious behavior, but no matter what he wanted to do, the sharp bone blade was already hanging on his throat, bringing an extremely real warning.

The dwarf stood still for a moment, maintained this posture, and stumbled, "You...can you communicate with me?"

He didn't intend to wait for He Xingwen's answer, and immediately uttered a series of names: "You group of devils, devils, despised gods..."

He Xingwen watched him calmly until he calmed down.

Huang Yuan glanced at the confrontation scene in front of the cabin, said something to the NPC on the side, got up and left the mud-making team, and walked towards the cabin.

"I'm a little surprised." He Xingwen was indeed very surprised: "You are not reckless."

The dwarf frowned slightly, looked at the bone blade hanging from his throat, and remained silent with interest.

"I can understand your behavior just now as you want to test what kind of...existence we belong to?"

"You have been paying attention to my expression and want to confirm it from my reaction?"

The dwarf's Adam's apple moved slightly.

"Actually, you can ask me directly." He Xingwen winked at him: "This is not a secret."

A horrible, existence.

Thought the dwarf, Adisseo King, he wasn't a nobody, but the events of the past meant nothing—at least not here.

This is a group of creatures that should not exist in places where they should not be.

It's not that he hasn't seen human beings, but he can be sure that they are definitely not human beings.

His contact time with NPC was longer than He Xingwen judged, because Yan met him in a very far away place.

Adisseo King has seen firsthand the horrors of this group's existence.

The fact that the other party took a day to resolve the language barrier between them supported his guess.

The mood swings of the other party were a little violent.

He Xingwen made this judgment and continued to ask: "So, what are you afraid of now?"

The beard on Adisseo King's face trembled slightly.

He Xingwen waited quietly for a moment, realizing that the other party would not speak first, so he ended the waiting.

"Huang said before that you are hostile to us."

He Xingwen glanced at Huang: "At first I thought it was out of self-defense."

Kidnapped in the desert by strangers who don't understand the language, the lack of hostility is even more surprising.

"But now it seems that this is not out of self-defense, but that you really have hostility towards us."

He Xingwen's gaze crossed the boundary of the oasis and landed in the desert, and changed the topic: "This is not a place suitable for living creatures, is it?"

He Xingwen confirmed with Huang: "Huang, are there any creatures living in the desert?"

Huang shook his head: "No, except for the settlements where intelligent creatures once lived, this desert is a dead place."

He Xingwen looked at Adisseo Jin: "It seems that this is the answer. The reason why you are hostile to us is not because of what we have done, but because we have appeared in a place that shouldn't be there."

Adisseo King calmed down: "What are you?"

The bone blade hanging from his throat moved forward slightly, piercing the skin, blood drops slipped from the blade, hit the ground, and disappeared instantly.

Adisseo King shut his mouth, he knew very well that the guy holding the bone blade had no empathy at all, or to be precise, this group of guys were a group of extremely cold-blooded fighters.

He must have guessed wrong on this point, at least some people at the scene were sympathetic.

"Put away the weapon." He Xingwen said to the NPC holding the bone blade.

The NPC withdrew the bone blade, and then took a step towards Adisseo King, keeping the distance between them at an inch - a distance enough for him to instantly suppress the opponent when the opponent made any changes.

The atmosphere at the scene eased——He Xingwen thought so.

He Xingwen continued the conversation in a friendly manner: "As you can see, we are human beings."

Adisseo King kept his mouth shut and remained silent.

"You always talk."

He Xingwen said calmly: "Of course, if you want to carry out another unnecessary resistance process, we can also cooperate with you."

He Xingwen stood up and put his hands in his pockets: "After all, we have plenty of time. But maybe you don't have that much time?"

Adisseo King's beard trembled again.

He Xingwen was not interested in admiring his performance, so he turned his head and said to Huang, "Relock it, when will he be interested in communicating..." He Xingwen stopped talking, tilted his head and looked at the dwarf: "Come find me again."

System: "When do you think he will come to you?"

He Xingwen turned around and took a step, but didn't reply.

"I guess..." The system paused for a second and said, "The next second."

"and many more."

When Andy Su Jin raised his head again, those superfluous feelings completely disappeared, and he said with a blank face: "At least the conversation must be sincere, right?"

Huang frowned: "I think our sincerity is enough."

Adisseo Jin's gaze paused on He Xingwen: "Perhaps I have the honor to know the identity of this distinguished lord?"

"He is Lord of all things."

This sentence only brings to mind something worse.

Before Andy Su Jin's thoughts slipped into a more terrifying abyss, Huang slowly added the second half of the sentence: "The only owner of the land under your feet, the ruler of the kingdom, His Majesty the King."

Andysu King breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, a king is much better than those bad guesses.

"It is a great honor to meet you, my lord."

Adisseo King bent his back slightly—this was all he could do under the constraints of the bark.

"Please forgive my previous disrespect." Andy Su Jin said: "The descendants of the Xishan Dwarf King pay tribute to you, and may your glory last forever."

The author has something to say:

Zi Suo's elegant words, "Poems", "Books", and Zhili are all elegant words.

Translation: Confucius used the dialect of the state of Lu when he talked in ordinary times, but when he recited "Poems", "Books" and praises, he used the official dialect of the Zhou Dynasty at that time, namely "Yayan", which is equivalent to today's Mandarin.