I Am God!

The capital of Anjo was renamed Anjo City, and it was no longer the capital of a kingdom.

However, this place is still one of the most important cities of the Henir Dynasty. The complex and intertwined underground rivers centered here support the people of Xiyin Sai in cities, towns, and villages one after another.

At the same time, Henir also placed the Ice Temple here, which shows that he attaches great importance to this place.

Sang Dean stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by people coming and going.

There are caravans of people dragging their trailers past in groups, some nobles imitate priests wearing gorgeous burqas, and luxury shops selling gold and silverware on the roadside are installing glass and oil lamps, attracting a large group of people Onlookers.

In the previous troll disaster, almost half of Anjo City was destroyed, leaving only a ruined wall.

No one can imagine that a few years later, with the ritual power brought by Sand'an, the city will regain its new glory.

And, prosperity is greater than ever.

Sand'an looked up at the stone statue erected at the crossroads. It was a picture of a person blocking in front of the terrifying desert worm.

Student Haru asked him, "Who is that?"

Sunderan's eyes were full of nostalgia: "The second-generation saint-Stan Tito."

When the troll disaster occurred in the capital of Anjo, the second-generation saint Stan Tito saved many people, and the surviving city residents and merchants cast such a statue for him to commemorate his good deeds.

Sunderan came here because he wanted to see where Stan Tito had been.

But now that he had finished watching, he turned around and walked out of the city through the crowd.

Haru chased after him: "Lord Sanderan, aren't we going to stay here?"

Sunderan shook his head: "It's not suitable here."

In the shadow of the bustling city, a small town outside the city.

It's dilapidated, barren, and full of homeless people.

Those who live here are the poorest poor, and they cannot even enter the gate of Anjo City.

Because the city entry tax is also an expensive price for them.

All the prosperity in Anjo City has nothing to do with them, and there is no trace of the power of the ceremony coming here.

Sang Dean and Haru passed by here, ready to go to the seaside from here.

It had just rained in the morning, and pairs of hungry eyes looked at the two people on both sides of the muddy street.

Facing that look, Haru was a little scared, and hid behind Sang De'an.

With a loud shout: "My lord, the priest has given you something to eat."

These people immediately swarmed like a swarm of insects, rushing towards a certain corner of the town.

Sang De'an followed curiously, and saw a young man with a few companions distributing a kind of black plaster to the poor.

He immediately recognized that it was the black ointment made by the Ice Temple. It was the thing that was left when the priests of the spirit world filtered the seawater through rituals to make a large amount of ice.

It is made of plankton and tiny worms in the sea water. Of course, those high-ranking nobles would not like this kind of thing, and no one would think that this kind of thing can be eaten.

Sang De'an knew the essence of this kind of thing, and also knew that there must be no problem in eating it.

Although it is as hard as a rock and very unpalatable, soaking it in water is very filling.

This priest should have brought the black ointment from the Ice Temple in the city and distributed it to these people as food.

The poor people talked to the young priest while holding things, as if everyone here knew him very well.

"When will you become the official priest of the Ice Temple!"

"Lan! You must become the biggest big shot in the future!"

"That's right, I want to become the chief priest of the Ice Temple!"

The boy named Lan En smiled, but did not speak.

Sang De'an waited until everything was over, stepped forward and asked the boy, "Are you the resident priest of this town?"

The young man glanced at the two people, one big and one small, and they didn't look like tramps.

"I am the priest here!"

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Sang De'an asked him: "You should be able to work in the temples of big cities, even if you can't enter the Ice Temple in Anjo City, you can go to other prosperous places."

"How can I be a resident priest in a small town here, and be with a group of poor people who have no fishing grounds and no way to enter the workshop."

The young priest didn't like this man's presumptuousness: "I like my hometown, can't I?"

Sang De'an: "Even if you are born in a poor family, you will change if your status changes."

"The more people get rich suddenly, the more afraid others will know about their miserable past, isn't it like this?"

"You should get out of here."

Young priest: "Perhaps this is normal, but it makes people feel uncomfortable."

"I don't like it, at least not right now."

Sang De'an nodded. Some priests abandoned everything in the past once they became prosperous, while others still missed their past life.

Some are noble, some are base.

Sang De'an has seen a lot, and gradually understands.

No matter what the opponent is, the appearance of more and more spiritual priests will change the world.

Whether he is greedy, noble, or willing to be mediocre, he will be a part of changing the world.

And those who hinder the advancement of civilization are those old priest families who stick to themselves.

Knowledge will not advance because of self-preservation, and truth will only gradually become clear because knowledge spreads more and more widely.

For example, a young man, if everyone like him can learn systematic knowledge of divine arts and possess the advanced knowledge of priests in the spirit world.

He can easily change the current appearance of his hometown.

Perhaps, this is what the second generation of saints really want to see.

Sang De'an probed the boy's talent with divine magic: "You are very talented. With your awakened bloodline concentration, you should have a chance to become a priest of the spirit world. Doesn't anyone in the Ice Temple take a fancy to you?"

Lan En spread his hands: "I want to enter the Ice Temple to study, but I don't have money."

And he hasn't said that there are some things that you can't learn even if you have money.

You also had to be from some prominent priestly family, or even necessarily a specific one.

And how could Sang De'an not know the tricks in it, and it was this young priest who made Sang De'an completely firm in his belief in starting the academy.

"You come with me!"

"I can teach you divine arts without charging you money, and I don't need you to have any noble blood."

The boy looked at Sang De'an as if he had seen a ghost: "You?"

Sang De'an stretched out his hand, and the soil on the ground suddenly gathered and turned into a stone in his hand.

The simple change stunned the young man.

"You didn't draw a ritual array, how could you use the power of miracles?"

Sunderan shook his head: "This is not the power of miracles, it has no way to create and manufacture miracles on a large scale."

"This is the advanced power of wisdom and power, the existence above the priests of the spirit world."

The young priest was a little dazed: "What can I do if I follow you?"

Sunderan: "I don't want you to leave your hometown to enjoy the life that priests should have."

"I will teach you how to use power. After you learn it in the future, you can bring hope to your hometown. You can change everything here."

"You can bring food from the Ice Temple, but how long can this kind of thing last?"

"Your efforts like this can't change anything."

The young man looked at the two people in front of him, a strange but powerful priest, and an ignorant and timid child.

Suddenly, he saw a slave brand on the neckline of the priest's burqa.

He immediately vaguely guessed who was in front of him.

Lan En's voice became trembling: "Who the hell are you?"

Sanderson: "Who am I?"

He smiled and pointed in the direction of Anjo City.

"Have you seen the stone statue in Anjo City?"

"I am his student."

"If you want, you can also be my student."

Lan En's eyes changed completely, and he knelt in front of Sang De'an: "I am willing to follow you, teacher!"