Chapter 30: Move the things out first, then decide.
Ron was surprised that Mr Susua didn’t know about the withering root disease. After all, the Phylin tribe should have lived in the Wind Veil Basin for a considerable period. Especially Mr. Susua. He should have experienced various things in the Wind Veil Basin. Since that’s the case, there’s no reason for Mr Susua not to know about the withering syndrome—unless this withering syndrome appeared in the Wind Veil Basin for the first time.
“Why do you look like you’re thinking about many things?” Loloan raised her head, sizing up Ron.
“Because I am indeed thinking about many things.” Ron was now deducing.
“So, Mr. Ron, are you really this smart?” Loloan was greatly surprised.
In his impression, Ron shouldn’t be like this.
Is Ron not the same kind of person as him? Suddenly, Loloan felt a bit sad.
“It’s a plague caused by the roots of the Mother Holy Tree,” Ron ignored the dismayed Loloan and explained the withering syndrome to Mr. Susua.
He repeated what the system had said, omitting some of its astonishing statements.
“Hmm, the Mother Holy Tree?” Mr. Susua sat cross-legged on the ground, listening attentively.
After listening, he said solemnly, “Ron, you shouldn’t casually tell these things to humans.”
“I can,” Moluna stood to the side, showing her displeasure. “Ron can tell me anything.”
“It doesn’t concern you, little witch girl,” Mr. Susua touched his white beard, saying, “I mean, the vast majority of humans, you’re not included.”
“Why?” Ron asked instinctively.
“Of course, because many people are followers of the Mother Holy Tree. If you say the withering syndrome is related to the roots of the Mother Holy Tree, they’ll surely come at you with knives,” Mr Susua said softly.
Apart from Vandal, there are also numerous human worshippers of the Mother Holy Tree. Why is this the case?
Mr. Susua couldn’t say for sure.
“Why do you?” Ron asked curiously. “Do you also have people who believe in the Mother Holy Tree?”
“Us? We don’t have many people who believe in the Mother Holy Tree,” Mr. Susua replied.
Countless gods can be believed in. Why should the Phylin tribe necessarily believe the same things as the humans in the Bicolor Realm?
“We’re also hearing about the withering syndrome for the first time,” Mr Susua crossed his arms and said, “Previously, we only knew that people in the Wind Veil Basin had short lives.”
“But you mentioned the withering syndrome near the Mother Holy Tree, yet we haven’t heard of such a thing occurring in the Wind Veil Basin.”
If there had been a similar epidemic like the withering syndrome in the Wind Veil Basin before, Mr Susua couldn’t have been unaware of it.
After all, just as Ron thought, Mr. Susua has been in the Wind Veil Basin for a long time. The roots of the Mother Holy Tree spread across the Bicolor Realm, so it’s not surprising that there are roots of the Mother Holy Tree beneath the ground in the Wind Veil Basin. However, logically, the roots of the Mother Holy Tree should have extended to the Wind Veil Basin long ago, and if the withering syndrome were to occur, it should have appeared much earlier.
There’s no reason for it suddenly breaking out now without any signs, especially considering it hasn’t shown any signs.
“Ron, please don’t tell people outside that the Mother Sacred Tree takes away others’ vitality.” Su Su’ya’s old man added, “We’re really worried you might be killed if you go out.”
Even among the refugees, some people believe in the Mother Holy Tree. Ron speaking recklessly in the Wind Veil Basin could get him killed.
“Okay,” Ron covered his mouth, not considering this aspect.
“But you said the roots in this pit would bring an epidemic, so let’s burn this pit,” Mr. Susua looked into the hole’s depths.
He felt waves of chills from within the pit, a scent filled with danger.
This is Mr Susua relying on his old man’s instincts. He’s very certain that there’s something strange inside.
“Alright, let’s do it.” Ron nodded, realising the danger within the pit.
“If that’s the case, we should take out the treasures inside before doing anything else,” Mr. Susua suggested.
“Of course, take them out,” Ron replied without hesitation.
“Let’s go! Let’s get things out!” Loloan immediately shouted upon hearing Ron and Mr. Susua’s conversation.
Mr. Susua watched as Loloan led a group of Phylin tribe members into the pit, stroking his beard. “I didn’t expect bringing us here was for this kind of thing.”
“Because I thought you knew about the withering syndrome,” Ron shrugged.
Now, it seemed that only the system knew about the withering syndrome.
If it’s as Mr. Susua said, most people in the Bicolor Realm don’t know about the withering syndrome. Or even if they knew about such a thing, they wouldn’t believe that the withering syndrome was related to the Mother Holy Tree.
It must be said that finding himself in contact with the deities of the Bicolor Realm is a bit strange.
Yet, people in the Bicolor Realm don’t perceive it as strange. They even worship them.
“We don’t know everything either,” Mr. Susua sighed. “We’re just older, that’s all.”
“If the withering syndrome continues to spread in the Wind Veil Basin, we need to think of a solution in advance,” he was quite wary of this epidemic.
Sometimes, an invisible thing like a plague can be more troublesome than a butcher’s knife. The latter can still be avoided, but the former leaves no escape route for people.
“Just as long as you maintain vitality,” Ron said.
“But as long as the roots of the Mother Holy Tree exist beneath the Wind Veil Basin, that’s impossible,” Mr. Susua shook his head.
He looked up at the distant Mother Holy Tree and suddenly realised that previously, this particular Mother Holy Tree was entirely invisible.
“Why do I feel like there’s an undercurrent stirring in the Wind Veil Basin?” Mr. Susua murmured, “Very dangerous!”
“Mr. Susua! Mr. Susua! We’ve carried out a lot of gold!” Loloan’s voice interrupted Mr. Susua’s thoughts. “Come see!”
Mr. Susua glanced at the gold held by the Phylin tribe members. Indeed, it was much more than before. There was so much that some of it had to be carried using their mouths.
Now that so many bandit groups have been wiped out, Mr. Susua felt it was time for the Phylin tribe to move to the surface. Once there’s a town, they can use this gold.
“If there’s a town by then, these gold coins can be used,” Mr. Susua suggested.
“This is for us,” Ron suddenly said.
“We might not be excluded either,” Mr. Susua replied this way.
