Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

Walking out of the castle, the city at night has an exotic and charming feeling.

There was a chill in the air, and a strong breeze blew, causing Hull to hunch his shoulders.

The temperature difference between day and night in this desert is really huge.

He originally wanted to go back to his room to get a robe to put on, but he forgot because of Mosbia.

As I strode out of the city gate, I was immediately attracted by the bustling crowd not far away.

Almost all of them were young and middle-aged men, wearing gauze-like clothes, and they must have come during the day.

There is still a long queue at this moment.

Ling and Goliath were like a lonely boat stranded in the sand. They stood under a makeshift tent and distributed bread and water to the endless stream of people.

Hull felt the gaze from the side, and he looked over and found three men in political officer uniforms looking at him.

They had armbands with the word "RESCUIT" tied on their shoulders. They should be from the Resource Department of East Territory.

It is their job to provide relief to the people by distributing basic food and water, but now these people are just observing from a distance and have no intention of stepping forward to help.

He was holding parchment and a quill in his hands, and seemed to be recording something.

After seeing Hull, the three of them put away the paper and pens in their hands, whispered a few words to each other, and left with their heads down.

Hull squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the fleeing backs of those people. From their unusual behavior, he could almost be sure that these people must know him.

Just at this moment, the sound of noisy crowds came from a distance.

It seemed that the food and water that Ling and the others brought today had been distributed, and those who had not received them found it hard to accept.

It seemed as if there was an argument at this moment.

Hull tried to stop him, but he saw Goliath suddenly jump three meters high and punch a big rock beside him.

The rocks exploded into pieces in an instant, and the people around were also shocked by the punch.

"Don't worry, we will bring food and water to everyone tomorrow. Go back today and tell your relatives, friends, and everyone you know that we will distribute food to everyone every day for the next month."

Ling's shouting finally calmed the excited people, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Hull didn't come forward, but just watched silently at the gate.

It was not until Ling walked to the city gate with her head down and a tired look that Heer walked over and patted her on the head.

"How was it? Did you encounter any difficulties today?"

Ling looked up blankly, and then smiled when she saw it was Heer.

"There were many problems. At first, the victims wanted to grab food, but Goliath calmed the situation. Later, I found that many people queued up to receive supplies and then ran to the back to queue again. Many people cut in line and quarreled. Moreover, the number of people who came to receive supplies was several times more than I expected. What we prepared today was totally insufficient."

Hull sighed. Yes, there were indeed a lot of troubles. This was only the first day and there would be more problems later.

"The most important thing is that we don't have enough manpower. Goliath and I are simply overwhelmed."

Heer nodded: "Let's call Kiana and the others to help. It shouldn't be a problem for them to blend in with the victims."

Ever since that night at the Badda mansion, the five girls brought by Reinhardt have been hiding quietly.

Now that Hull has completed the follow-up cleanup work, there should be no problem in calling them to help.

"Oh, Ling, you may have made a mistake... We are not just being kind-hearted. Even distributing supplies requires the cooperation of the victims. You need to learn to seek partners. It is best to find elders among the victims and distribute supplies to the victims as a whole. If we only distribute food and water to the strong, what about the old, weak, and disabled?"

Ling nodded. Indeed, she should have considered these things before.

She was so focused on getting the supplies to the victims as quickly as possible that she didn't consider the possible problems that might arise.

That's why so many problems occurred on this first day.

Heer patted Ling's shoulder: "It's okay, you did a good job. You came out early in the morning and have been busy until now. You probably haven't eaten yet, right?"

Ling lowered her head and shook it. Heer smiled bitterly, took out a piece of bread from his arms and tore it in half: "I saved it from lunch today."

Hull handed half to Ling and threw the remaining half to Goliath.

"We have limited supplies. The purpose of distributing supplies is to allow more people to survive, not to feed a few people. Even if it's just a piece of bread like this, if you eat it sparingly, it can last for three or four days and not cause starvation. The same goes for water."

“It will take at least a month to get to Nandar even if we rush.

In one month, we should ensure that as many people as possible receive the supplies and tell the victims that if they are still proud children of the desert, they should not only think about themselves, otherwise even if they can survive, they will only be struggling to survive. "

Ling looked at Heer with wide eyes. She didn't quite understand what Heer meant.

Ling doesn't know this land yet.

The former Desert Sultanate was also a powerful country that dared to challenge the empire. The Red Viper Desert was also dry and rainy in the past, but the people here could still live with great self-respect by relying on the few oases for grazing and through trade and transportation.

It was not until the Desert Sultanate became a vassal after being defeated by the Empire that the Red Viper Desert became worse and worse.

In fact, the people of the Red Viper Desert still have a kind of pride of the children of the desert in their bones. Regarding the inexplicable disappearances that often occur in the Land of East, people say that this desert has been cursed by a certain sultan.

According to the intelligence provided by Reinhard, it was actually a small number of young and middle-aged people who were dissatisfied with the rule of the empire and secretly carried out assassinations against some corrupt officials.

Even though their mother country was defeated and became a vassal, they did not give up their dream of regaining control of their homeland.

Poverty has not completely destroyed their dignity.

As long as they can get basic living conditions, this desert will be reborn.

After Heer finished speaking, Ling seemed to remember something. She looked at Heer with wide eyes and said, "By the way, teacher, I also encountered a very strange thing today. You know the history of this area so well, I think you might know it."

"what's up?"

Ling looked back at Goliath behind her, then looked at Heer again: "It's like this, several old men called me by very strange names today."

"They call me Saint Alphave, and I don't know what that name means."

After hearing this, Heer pinched his chin and thought for a moment.

This seems to be the language of the Desert Sultanate. If translated directly, it should mean the holy saint.

But for this Red Viper Desert, this name has other meanings.

Like the Sultan's curse, they are all legendary.

The Desert Sultanate was making great progress in the war with the Empire until a general rebelled and assassinated the then-reigning Sultan, and took the opportunity to seize control of the capital of the Desert Sultanate.

Not only that, the usurping general also joined forces with the imperial army to attack the army of the Desert Sultanate from both inside and outside, which eventually led to the Desert Sultanate's complete defeat.

After the Sultan's death, all male heirs of his bloodline were killed, except for a little daughter about ten years old who escaped to the Red Viper Desert with the help of her retainers.

According to rumors, the girl was very kind. In order to prevent the war from breaking out again on this land, she was willing to give up the glory of the royal family and hide her identity.

Because she could not ignore the people in distress, the girl often brought food and water to various settlements to distribute them. Because of her good deeds, everyone respectfully called her Saint Afafu, which means the Holy Saint.

As his fame grew, he soon attracted the attention of the empire.

The remaining retainers were killed or wounded in the encirclement of the imperial army. In order to protect her, many people were also brutally killed. Finally, the girl disappeared in the vast sea of ​​sand.

Legend has it that she is still alive, and as long as the people are still living in dire straits, she will appear again one day and lend a helping hand.

But Heer knew that the so-called saint had died more than ten years ago.

Even if he is not dead, he is probably in the dungeon of some imperial noble, living a life worse than death as a trophy.

The legends left behind are just the good wishes of the people here.

Perhaps it was because Ling was about the same age as the saint at that time, and she also had good intentions towards the people, so she provided them with much-needed food and water free of charge.

Or maybe they just need a hope that can keep them alive.

This legend has only just begun to revive today...

After Hull finished telling the story, Ling looked a little sad.

She didn't know what kind of betrayal and killing this area had experienced, but Goliath suddenly thought of something.

He looked at Heer's face with a strange expression: "Um... Heer... Can we also make use of this legend? Maybe we can get help from the people."

A gleam flashed in Heer's eyes. "Indeed, if we make Ling the reincarnation of Saint Aphaf, and use the power of faith to make everyone believe that everyone can be saved, then the people will not only think about themselves, and relief for the people will be more effective."

People have to believe in something in order to survive. For the impoverished people here, hatred of the empire gave birth to the cursed Sultan who turned into a ghost and took lives. The escape from the difficult reality gave birth to Saint Afaf who represents hope.

It is not enough to just provide people with the materials they need to survive; what is more important is to give them hope to survive.

If they are willing to believe that Ling is the reincarnation of Saint Alfaf, they will surely wholeheartedly share the saint's concerns and consider Saint Alfaf in all aspects.

Even if Ling and Goliath were not there, the people would spontaneously share food with their fellow citizens after obtaining it.

Just like the half loaf of bread that Ling and Goliath each hold in their hands.

Treat rescuing more compatriots as your own business.

Pass on the hope that St. Alphave represents.