In the Name of Empress

Chapter 669 379: Your Time Is Extremely Precious

The difficulty of making a batch of pots is not particularly high or low.

Built to the standards of rebuilding after the world's destruction, Eden is an end-times paradise that resembles a small city. It has both ecological preservation zones to save various species and industrial parks that can accomplish basic industrial production.

Pots are crucial daily industrial products, and Eden has ready-made production molds.

If it weren't for concerns about drawing too much attention, Roland could make this batch of pots in just a day.

Roland stayed with the Tolsen Tribe for five days before presenting the batch of iron pots that were enough to change their lives to the eagerly waiting centaurs.

Seeing the neatly arranged pots there, the Tolsen Tribe's chief and elders were dumbfounded.

"This is simply a miracle! Praise the great gods!"

The centaurs also have beliefs in native deities, the Mother Earth.

Although no one has ever seen this elusive deity, people need some spiritual support to live. Other tribes have gods watching over them, and if you don't, wouldn't that make you look foolish?

Lisa reluctantly accepted Roland's explanation.

Before becoming a Mage, she too followed the crowd in worshiping Feng Rao, often attending services at the Divine Court of Fengrao.

Though the gods never responded to any of her requests, her faith remained strong.

But Mages never believe in gods; they only believe in their own ability to ascend to godhood.

Without believing in deities, Lisa's worldview became noticeably broader, and the vastness of the Magic World made her realize how muddled she used to be.

But these thoughts were far too profound for the centaurs, who had become accustomed to worshiping the Mother Earth.

And the Mother Earth indeed left quite a few relics and knowledge, proving she was a powerful existence that truly lived.

According to Roland's estimate, Mother Earth should have been a powerful being that rose during the Fourth Era, though whether she had the chance for a final comeback remains unknown.

Three thousand pots were a mere hand gesture for Roland, but to the Tolsen Tribe, they were a gift that changed the fate of their future.

Although Roland claimed it was fate and asked for nothing in return, the Tolsen centaurs were unwilling to accept kindness without repaying it.

The teachings left by Mother Earth required them to reciprocate every good deed.

After discussing, the chief and elders decided to open the Mother Earth's relic to Roland and allow him to take a holy artifact if he was destined to do so.

Roland initially wanted to express disinterest, but seeing the centaurs' sincere yet pained expressions, he couldn't refuse.

He couldn't very well say that their most cherished items were trash.

He could only express with high emotional intelligence that visiting was fine and whether to take something would depend on fate.

"This is a gift Mother Earth left for you, I don't wish to shamelessly possess it."

The Tolsen Tribe sent their eldest elder to accompany Roland into the underground relic known as the Heart of the Earth.

The centaurs had some opinions about Lisa wanting to follow, after all, according to their logic, women are not qualified to appear in formal occasions, but Lisa crushed their doubts with a single question.

"Could you tell me, is Mother Earth male or female?"

The centaurs fell silent.

They had never considered the issue from this angle before, but Lisa's blow left them unable to refute.

They couldn't very well say Mother Earth was a "dad mom," could they?

The accompanying Rock Elder was over 130 years old.

This age in a centaur race with an average lifespan under forty is practically an immortal existence.

Though the old fellow's hair appeared white, his spirit was still quite sharp and his speech was clear, looking as though he could live much longer.

Before entering the relic, Roland smiled and asked him for longevity secrets, to which the Rock Elder replied without hesitation:

"Eat more meat, drink more wine, enjoy young companions like the young do."

Lisa was dumbfounded, and Roland laughed heartily.

Eating more meat, drinking more wine, and sleeping with more women may not guarantee longevity, but the old fellow genuinely had a healthy and happy mindset.

Lisa instinctively categorized the Rock Elder as an old scoundrel who had not repented, even considering advising Roland to stay away from such unreliable characters.

But she also thought that being able to eat meat and drink large cups of wine at an advanced age is a happiness in itself, thus softening her disdain for the old man.

The Rock Elder had no name; he used the tribe's name as his surname and "Rock" as his name, but in the tribe, he's called the Earth Elder.

In Roland's presence, he dared not use that title and insisted Roland call him "Rock."

"Rock Sage, are you sure this is Mother Earth's relic?"

Lisa finally couldn't resist asking.

If it weren't for the old fellow leading the way adeptly, she would even suspect it was just a regular underground cave.

Other than winding and twisting underground passages, there was nothing.

The Rock Elder smiled without speaking, continuing to lead the way ahead.

There is a significant difference in size between male and female centaurs, and female centaurs' combat strength is far less than males, so their status within the tribe is extremely low. Besides household care and childbearing, they have nearly no power at all.

The Rock Elder, considering Roland's presence, dared not disdain Lisa, but couldn't really show much respect either.

Perhaps in his elder's eyes, Lisa was merely Roland's tool for breeding.

Lisa was inexplicably annoyed, if not for worries about Roland's safety, she truly didn't want any dealings with these centaurs of limited mental capacity.

She took a deep breath and dispelled some of the anger.

These barbarians have a long way to go before being civilized. Female centaurs don't possess production resources, and their combat abilities are weak, so their current status indeed matches their power.

Feeling Lisa's displeasure, Roland said nothing, only held her slightly warm hand in his palm, transmitting coolness to her.