Utopia

After all, under the protection and blessing of the Golden Dragon God, they can still salvage some useful cloth from the river next to the village.

Such a lucky thing can only happen in the Kingdom of Kalai, which is protected by the Golden Dragon God. Where else can such a lucky thing happen?

"The flood is coming! Everyone run!"

However, with a shout from outside, Sogen, who hurried to the outside of the thatched house, saw the surging flood coming upstream. For this reason, he and his mother tried to walk to the high ground of the village.

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However...

"Bell, Sogen, my bell! Don't forget it at home!"

Just when the mother and son were not far away, they went back and hung the fallen bell on themselves again, and the extremely fast flood swallowed them in an instant.

"Gululu..."

In the turbid flood, Sogen tried to hold his mother's hand tightly. But the power of the flood was not something he could easily resist, especially since there were all kinds of debris in the flood, and there was also something like a stone that was quickly attacking his face!

Snap!

"Um... Um..."

When Sogen woke up on the ground, the wound on his left forehead was nothing. In his opinion, his mother was the most important to him. But he covered his head with his left hand and secretly released a treatment for himself. He gritted his teeth and slowly stood up. A female body with black hair, orange eyes, and brown skin that he was very familiar with was lying on the muddy ground not far from him.

In response, he walked step by step to his mother and knelt on the ground. His hands couldn't help shaking and he began to touch his mother's cheek with eyes wide open and blood flowing under her head.

No! Don't!

Sogen looked at his mother's body and couldn't say a word.

"Hey! Sogen, are you okay..."

"Mom... is gone."

Such a simple sentence made the villagers who had taken refuge in the village and came out to search and rescue feel extremely heavy. So when the woodcutter Sogen chopped some firewood that was not yet completely dry and placed several victims, including his mother, on a wooden rack for cremation, he discovered something even more troublesome.

Fire.

There was nothing dry in the village that had just rained and was still flooded. No matter how Sogen drilled wood to make fire, he really couldn't make a spark.

But what made him even more desperate was still to come. Not only him, but everyone in the village saw a terrible flood full of various mixtures again. This time Sogen's face was full of despair, and then he was instantly carried away by another flood.

However, this time he suddenly saw a big tree that was not washed away by the flood. He stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the big tree. Then he didn't care what his mother said, and began to concentrate and use his magic power to try to catch his mother who was washed away by the flood again.

"Mom... I haven't... lit you a fire yet..."

Crack!

Before Sogen finished speaking, he turned around and saw a crack on the big tree he was holding desperately.

Crack! Swish!

With the last loud bang, Sogen didn't even have the chance to shout, and was swallowed by the raging flood for the second time...

"Hmm..."

Sogen, who didn't know how long it was, saw the sun emitting dazzling sunlight towards him, and this time he was lying alone on the muddy shallows.

Since he was born, he was only good at chopping trees, and he was basically not good at other things. He was at a loss, but the bell that made him feel a little relieved was still on him.

So he came to a place full of water plants, casually tied a simple broom, and walked slowly while sweeping away the footprints left by his bare feet.

After all, he went against the calm river, and he didn't go far before he encountered a merchant ship carrying white-skinned members. If he didn't pick up something to sweep away his footprints, according to his mother, any white-skinned member could punish him with a whip, a knife, or even a spell.

In this way, he swept away his footprints while walking. When he didn't know how many white-skinned members cursed and avoided him, and ate all kinds of fruits and wild grasses to fill his stomach, he returned to the village that he couldn't recognize at all with a tired face. A white-skinned master in orange clothes appeared in the village with several men he seemed to have seen before.

"Master, the flood yesterday has cleaned up the dirty things here."

"Confirm?"

"Yes."

"Who is this thing?"

The white-skinned Kalai in orange clothes suddenly made a move, and Sogen, who had not yet reacted, felt a grip. In an instant, Sogen knelt on the ground with a confused look on his face, looking at such an orange-clothed master with blond hair, blue eyes and white skin standing in front of him.

"Ah, Master!"

At this time, Sogen quickly woke up and immediately knelt down and kowtowed. In front of Master Nofalis, a master who he felt was extremely noble no matter how he looked at it, he had absolutely no right to stand.

"Huh! Such a dirty thing was not washed away by the flood yesterday, and it dared to stare at me without permission just now. Do you want to try to dig out your eyeballs!"

"Master, I am your woodcutter. I cut trees for you yesterday!"

"Hmph! What's the point of having something that doesn't know the rules? There are plenty of woodcutters out there! By the way, call a few more slaves over and let them clean up all kinds of garbage with these dirty things. Three days later, on September 1st, this is the druid's altar, and no dirty things are allowed. As for you, hmph!"

"Puff!"

Sogen never expected that a green fist formed by magic power suddenly appeared on his chest. And he flew up under the power of this fist. Instead of crying out in pain, he felt that he was very light, and felt that he was lighter than the birds in the sky.

But... bang!

When he fell into the river and enjoyed the coolness of the river water again, he began to cough up blood and felt extremely painful. In response, he cast a healing spell on himself again, and at the same time he concentrated his mind so that he could move freely in the water.

Perhaps he had some connection with water, and Sogen finally climbed ashore from the no longer turbulent river, and this was his third time out of the water.

But now he watched Master Nofalis lead another group of brown-skinned slaves, and clean up everything he was familiar with under the orders of those white-skinned members who looked like warriors, and the anger in his heart became more and more obvious.

His mother was gone, and everyone in the village was gone. He was the only one left hiding behind Nofalis, the landlord. So, don't blame him. Since the master felt that he had worked so hard for so many years, he could only be thrown into the river and washed away by the water, so let the master taste his fireball...