I Am the God of Games

Suburbs of Viktor, slums.

It was not the first time Liya had come here, but every time she saw those crooked thatched huts that could be crushed by snow at any time, and those lifeless refugees inside, she couldn't help frowning.

Many of the refugees here are from Lovinia, the former capital of Tierra. As Tierra's princess, seeing the former citizens have been reduced to this level, she always has an indescribable discomfort in her heart.

Although the city owner of Viktor did not allow the refugees to enter the city for refuge, in order to prevent the refugees from causing trouble, he still allocated some supplies to the refugees for emergency relief.

It's just that the limited amount of food that is provided every day is obviously not enough for all the refugees. Most of the refugees have dead gray despair on their faces, staying tightly in the dilapidated huts, waiting for death to come.

For them, who are tortured by hunger and cold all the time, maybe being taken away by death in their sleep can be considered a kind of happiness.

"So how do you plan to recruit refugees and make them believers of the God of Games?" The girl tried her best not to care about the tragic situation of those refugees, and asked Mane who was sitting in the cab: "Preach directly among the refugees. , for each person who becomes a true believer, do you give each other food?"

Because she hid in the carriage just now, Lia knew very well that Mane's carriage was loaded with a lot of dry food, and the carriage was filled with the sweet smell of roasted wheat.

"How is it possible, if you do that, I'm afraid it will only take half a day for Victor's city guards to come and arrest people."

Mane smiled helplessly. He found that although this girl had a mature temperament that did not match her age at first glance, but after spending time with her, she would realize that she had many thoughts and was still a little naive. The surname 'Akarand' of the previous royal family cannot be faked, it gives the impression that it is not so much a princess who is scheming, but more like a reckless village girl: "After all, the Church of the God of Games has not yet arrived. When it's light..."

"That's right..." Liya sighed and sat back in the carriage with her head down.

"I plan to take away a group of healthy young adults in the way of hiring coolies first, and then spread the teachings of the God of Games to them on the way. It doesn't matter if they don't want to become believers of the God of Games at that time, it's a big deal. It also needs manpower to build the town, as long as they make sure they don’t inform other churches.”

Mane didn't mean to betray her, and explained her plan clearly to the girl: "And even if they really run away halfway to report to other churches, it doesn't matter, as long as it's not a large-scale report, those churches won't pay any attention. an undocumented refugee."

In addition, after receiving the generous gift of the God of Faith in Games, it is estimated that few people will betray the God of Games for a small profit.

"Do you only take away young adults..." Liya asked in a low voice.

"Ah, don't get me wrong, I said that young adults also include women." Mane was stunned, and then immediately added: "Since I served in the Valla Empire Painted Armored Army, which is all men, I have I understand that if the number of men and women is too large, there will be some very bad problems..."

As he said that, he looked at the gloomy sky with vicissitudes on his face, and looked like he couldn't look back on the past: "If you can, please don't ask me why I know."

Lia tried her best to swallow the spit that poured into her throat.

Then she remembered her original meaning.

"No, uncle, I mean... what about the old people and children in the refugees?"

"If it is the family members of the selected young and middle-aged people, they can take them with them, and if other old people and children are willing, they can also come with them." Having said this, Mane turned her head and looked at the girl: "But I have to make a statement in advance. ,

If they can't move or even fall behind on the road, I won't stop and wait for them. "

"I believe you, Your Royal Highness, are well aware of how dangerous it is to travel in the wild in this weather. A blizzard that can freeze people into ice sculptures, ferocious wild beasts and monsters in the wild, and even Some demi-humans who make a living from raiding can be a threat to the team." He said solemnly: "For every extra minute of delay, the risk increases by one point. So I will never risk slowing down the entire team. risk doing that."

"Well, don't worry, I understand. If that kind of thing really happened, I would definitely not make trouble out of nowhere."

Liya, the princess of the subjugated country, has naturally seen a lot of cold and cruel realities. She will not stand and talk like a virgin bitch without back pain: "After all, all the original sins are because I am too weak. If I am strong, Tiye Ra will not perish, we don't need to do such a thing, and many tragedies will not happen at all. It's all my fault."

Saying that, the girl ignored Manie's confused expression, "Sister, are we really on the same channel?", clasped her hands together into fists and placed them on her chest, praying softly and devoutly: "I will definitely Work harder to become stronger, God of games, please bless us."

Xi Wei, who was far away in the kingdom of God, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that there was a fanatic among his followers. He couldn't help but search the records through the god's brain, and it turned out that it was Liya, a devout believer, at that moment just now. Break through to the level of mad believers.

After being happy for a while, Xi Wei suddenly found out that this girl's wish was to have the power to stop all tragedies... It seems that the hidden occupation of 'War Princess' was not wrong. If she is a candidate saint like Elina, maybe there will be an iron fist saint who can tear the sky with fists and smash the earth with feet...

While speaking, Mane and Lia had already arrived at the refugee camp.

Just when Mane was still thinking about inciting the refugees to join her "coolie team", an elderly voice suddenly came from the side.

"Is it Princess Liya? The old eyes are not wrong!"

Both Mane and Lia were taken aback and looked in the direction of the voice together.

There was a simple tent propped up by a dirty rag. At this moment, a scrawny old man at the entrance of the tent was staring blankly at Liya, with tears streaming down his dark, wrinkled face.

"I didn't expect to see you, Princess Liya, in this life... I have no regrets anymore..."

"You are..." Liya looked at it for a while, and then found an old man who had a similar appearance to him from her memory: "Grandpa secretary?"