The spring breeze in March has brought a warmth that cannot be ignored in Nanling, but in the north, the wind in March is still winter, and the ice cold enough to freeze the running water spreads with the frost wind, north of the Dawn Mountains

, the earth is still covered with silvery white, and there are no traces of people in the tall pine forests. The most experienced hunters will not go into the mountains to hunt at this time.

But in such a quiet moment, a large cart passed through the two mountain plains guarded by the Monastic Knights. Its destination was the Holy Mountain. The tall frost-furred bear pulled it through the silent white wood forest, causing a stir in the Northeast.

The Ice Wind butterfly, which is common in the area, leaves a soft sound of flapping butterfly wings.

To the east of Junling Fort, to the west of Yanjiang, the necropolis fortress complex in the northernmost part of the empire, and further to the north, deep in the mountains, is called the ‘Holy Mountain’ with respect by the world.

Many believers call that land full of hope, a land of light, a sanctuary without worries and sorrows, where all residents have no hatred and jealousy, and everyone loves and helps each other, even though it is in the cold.

But there are abundant products there, and no one will worry about food.

People yearn for it, people long for it. Pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain is the best expectation of these believers' lives. In the Inaga era when the Huaiguang Church cooperated with the empire and was at its peak, countless devout people wearing white clothes and carrying lights traveled from south to north.

They come together like rivers and head towards this place.

——Would people at that time be disappointed when they actually arrived at the Holy Mountain?

Sister Yingguang was sitting on the carriage, and the dragon girl was holding the staff in her hand tightly. This nun, who was very cautious in everything she did, could even be called steady, looked at the white land outside the window, and a slight feeling flashed through her heart.

Melancholy thoughts.

Precisely because she was born in a village around the Holy Mountain, she felt worried about the souls of those pilgrims... Yingguang knew very well that the 'Holy Land' where she had lived since childhood was not as beautiful as the outside world publicized.

In other words, the holy land that most people imagine is completely different from the real holy mountain.

Yes, the Holy Mountain is indeed beautiful.

There, there are no kings, no officials, no town mayors, village chiefs, or even anyone who has the authority to "manage other people as a matter of course."

There, everyone lives freely, supports themselves by working with their own hands, and exchanges materials with others if needed. There is no need to exchange, just give to whoever needs it. People help each other instinctively, without any private property.

Everyone performs their duties and lives together, forming a complex but simple community. Everyone makes their own contribution within the community, harmoniously and without anyone's guidance.

No one will use power and violence to resolve disputes, but use wisdom to resolve the causes of disputes... The righteous priests walk here, but they never really want to rule anything.

This is a land where there are no laws, but there is an instinctive 'consensus'. There is no ruler, but everyone subconsciously respects the 'gods'.

This is the holy land of Huaiguang.

Yingguang was born here. Her ancestors were refugees from the Cangtian Royal Court. It would be better to say that almost most of the residents in Huaiguang Holy Land abandoned everything because of the wars in various places, and arrived here one after another, giving up the 'mortal world'.

'All refugees.

According to the elders in the village, after the civil war in the Cangtian Palace ended, a great chief of the Suyue Khanate walked through the Ice Wind Wasteland, which was still no man's land at that time, and came to the Holy Mountain to 'beg' for those who had left the country.

Refugees from his tribe who fled.

【These people are my property, my slaves】

This great chief had just defeated a powerful enemy and had tens of thousands of elite cavalry under his command. Even the frontier defenders of the Setar Empire had retreated to the fortress, not daring to take advantage of them. And he thought he was doing something reasonable and legal.

Even the Huaiguang Church will not stop him from getting back what belongs to him.

But the answer the chief received was only a brief inquiry.

【Who are you?】

He was asked like this. At that time, the chief looked extremely shocked. He thought that his reputation had not spread to the Holy Land, so he suppressed his anger and revealed his origin, identity and status - he was a hunter, Su Yue.

The leader of the Tarshu tribe of the Khanate is one of the eighteen sons of the Great Khan. He is the master of the Youchuan tribe, the Crystal Order tribe and the Wind Lizard tribe. He is also the irresistible master of this group of refugees who fled their homes in a hurry!

【No】

At that time, the priest who received him shook his head and denied: "You are just Angqinshu. Outside the Holy Mountain, your reputation may have its effect, but in the Holy Mountain, you are just you. Apart from this name,

you are nothing】

[Ang Qinshu, where do you get the authority to manage these people who don’t want to be managed by you? 】

[Ang Qinshu, how do you get the right to come to the Holy Mountain to beg these people who refuse to return to your rule? 】

[Angqinta forgives, Huaiguang treats everyone equally, you have to tell the truth]

[Whatever reason you say, we will use it]

When the great chief heard this, he was stunned and at a loss. He only felt angry and ridiculous. He was the son of the Great Khan, a chief, a fourth-level sublimator, and an unrivaled cavalry army.

Commander...why can't he control these traitors?

These refugees who refused to provide sacrifices just because of the war and even fled the grassland were the worst existences of the Khanate. If they were allowed to live freely, who knew whether other untouchables in the territory would regard them as examples and flee the tribe?

It is natural for me to punish them! How could Huaiguang, who has always believed in neutrality, not interfere in the affairs of other countries, and is weak in dealing with external affairs, have the courage to reject him?

【I have power】

Therefore, the great chief said in a deep voice: [I...]

He wanted to say this.

But suddenly, he couldn't speak anymore.

Because after a moment of anger, the chief suddenly felt a sense of terror.

——He just... actually wanted to show off his power to a priest on the Holy Mountain?

Yes, Huaiguang has never interfered in the affairs of other countries... But now it is not the affairs of other countries. Now, it is him who is directly negotiating with Huaiguang.

As Ang Qinshu this person, not as a certain chief.

Moreover, if he really said, 'Because I have power, I can rule other weak people'...

Then, Huai Guang is more powerful than him...

【This world is embraced by light】

The cleric looked at the chief calmly. He did not care about the lies that the other party said arrogantly: "Everyone should live in the place where the light once shined."

[No one has the right to ‘manage’ anyone as a matter of course]

[Leave, there is no room for your power here]

The great chief retreated.

Since then, no one has dared to come to the area around the Holy Mountain to try to recover those refugees who fled.

"What's wrong, Yingguang?"

In the carriage, the tall Milos female warrior rubbed her eyes. She was relieved for a moment and saw her junior sister looking at the scenery outside the window with a melancholy look on her face. She couldn't help but reach out her hand and pinch her dragon horns: "I miss my hometown.

?Would you like to go home and see if you are going back to the Holy Mountain to report this time?"

"No..."

Yingguang was not annoyed at his senior sister's behavior that looked like a street mercenary. He just sighed: "I just want to understand why the Holy Mountain welcomes all people who want to settle down, but only those who are willing to stay here are those who have recently

Generations of refugees.”

"Because everyone, including me, wants to leave this land that is too... boring and want to go see the outside world."

"Oh."

Shouguang blinked, her eyes widened, and she glanced at Huijian beside her: "Can this be said? The priest actually has this evaluation of the surroundings of the Holy Mountain. It shouldn't be bad, right?"

"You can say anything."

Huijian opened his eyes, and the cleric who always had a calm smile nodded: "We are very aware of this matter."

"Most of the people living around the Holy Mountain have no desires and just want to live a good life and enjoy a peaceful life. Most young people will try to go to the Empire, Junling Castle or Yanjiang to find another

a way of life.”

"There is no theater here, there is no feasting, and there is no food and sex... The more normal human desires are, the less able they are to stay in the Holy Mountain for a long time."

Saying this, Huijian turned his head and looked at the Dragonite Sister, and couldn't help but nod slightly: "Yingguang can admit this level and dare to say that the Holy Mountain is boring, instead of describing it with his own delusions like those who seem to be pious.

The kingdom of heaven in my heart, instead of facing the reality... This is considered to be a very thoughtful thing of my own."

"But, Yingguang, can you understand why?" the cleric asked.

The gray-haired nun hesitated for a while, then she tried: "Because...population?"

"Yes. It's just because of the population." After saying this, she became more confident and closed her eyes.

She recalled that in the village where she first lived, there were even very few oil lamps, and people had to go outside to buy them: "For example, if we wanted an oil lamp, it was difficult to do it ourselves."

"Not just a simple candle, an ordinary oil lamp requires glass, lamp oil, and a craft workshop to make the lamp stand... In other words, it needs a glass factory, a grease processing workshop, and a craftsman training place.

."

"And the glass factory needs a sand quarry, a pasture for producing oil or a fishing ground, an oil algae field, and a group of people who buy lamps, so that craftsmen have the need to learn and start work."

Speaking of this, Yingguang sighed longly: "A village cannot develop like this. Once the number of people increases, everyone will not be able to cooperate spontaneously. Everyone in the village does not have such rules at all. Someone needs to go

Guidance and management.”

"However, no one will manage other people around the Holy Mountain... No one wants to be managed, and no one wants to manage others. People who think like this will all go to the outside world and will not stay in the Holy Mountain

."

"That's it..."

Shuguang also turned his head and looked at the snow-white land. Some smoke could be vaguely seen in the distance: "So, is it that we (Huaiguang Church) deliberately curb the population to ensure this stable lifestyle around the Holy Mountain?"
To be continued...