When Norman left the patriarch's shack, his heart was filled with strange excitement.

He looked up at the sky. The gray sky seemed a bit clearer, which made people feel happy.

From ordinary slave to slave captain.

Although he is still a slave and does not have the human rights of a normal resident, what happened unexpectedly today made him suddenly grasp the hope of living well in the Fire Fist tribe.

Although everything here seems strange.

The priest never felt that he was superior to others. He would stand at the exit of the tribe on time every day and greet the passing residents and slaves.

The leader of the tribe, Shenlong, is nowhere to be seen. He doesn’t know what he is tinkering with in the house every day, but his authority in the tribe is obviously greater than that of the priest.

Moreover, the gods of this Fire Fist tribe can even perform dreams.

Yes, gods!

Thinking of this, Norman raised his head and looked at the temple, with an obvious doubt flashing in his eyes.

Before that, his belief in gods was indeed dispensable, and he just followed the crowd like everyone else.

But everything that happened today was obviously beyond his ability to understand.

Could it be that the gods that all the priests believed in really existed?

Could it be that those who prayed to the statues yesterday were really heard by the gods?

Norman took a deep breath, and no matter what, he decided to go to the shrine to pay homage every day.

Perhaps the gods sensed his piety and would send more rewards.

"Hey, Norman, you. Why are you back?"

The slaves were still squatting on the ground drinking gruel, and were shocked when they saw Norman walking back carefree.

Especially Brown, who had just gone to report it in the morning, was even more trembling, thinking that he had been deceived.

Except for the obvious smell of urine and feces, Norman didn't look like he had been beaten.

Could it be that the leader of the Fire Fist Tribe is so tolerant that he can tolerate a slave teasing him behind his back?

Soon, the slaves' doubts were answered.

Huang Xiangyu coughed lightly, walked up from the side, put his hand on Norman's shoulder and said loudly:

"From today on, Norman is your captain. He will supervise the completion of your work and has certain rights to punish you. Of course, he will also be responsible for the consequences of your failure to complete your work."

"More specifically, I will tell Norman this afternoon and he will inform you."

What?

Not only was Norman okay, but he also became the captain of the slave group?

Brown was stunned, his eyes widened, and he almost thought he was still dreaming.

A slave who casually teased the patriarch was not only not punished, but was also promoted to captain.

Is this. Is this a fucking joke?

Brown couldn't help but cursed in his heart, but at the same time, he suddenly looked at Norman.

Norman, who has become the captain, has the right to punish. If this was targeted at him, wouldn't everything be over?

Fortunately, Norman didn't pay attention to him at this moment, but looked at all the slaves.

"The patriarch trusts me and entrusts me with such an important matter to complete. Norman will definitely live up to this trust! Please also rest assured that as long as you can complete your daily work, Norman will not use lame excuses to embarrass you.

I will help you get the rewards you deserve."

Norman, who was full of food, made a promise, and his chest was beating loudly.

And then, he also used actions to prove that what he said was true.

Throughout the morning, the slaves worked extremely hard, fearing that they would be burned out by the new official taking office.

But when it was lunch time, three slaves got a "wotou" as a reward.

"I said, I will help everyone get the rewards they deserve!"

Norman cut his hair down, raised his right hand high, and reiterated his principles.

The slaves immediately cheered, but more people were confused.

Until the afternoon and until dinner, Brown, who was extremely tormented, took the initiative to find Norman and confess.

"I'm sorry, it's true that I betrayed you. If you want to take revenge on me, do it now!"

Brown gave it a go.

Rather than living in boundless fear, it's better to take the initiative.

Once Norman chooses revenge, he still has the opportunity to ask Captain Huang for help and use slave rules to defend himself.

However, to his great surprise, Norman gently shook his head and pulled him to kneel down at the shrine of yesterday.

It's still a familiar futon and a familiar location.

But the difference is that as soon as Norman entered the temple, his expression became extremely pious.

"Brown."

"Um."

"If it were yesterday, I would definitely try my best to retaliate against you and make you pay for your betrayal."

Norman put his hands together and kowtowed gently, "But today, I want to thank you."

"ah?"

"Do you know what happened this morning?"

Brown shook his head slightly, as if he was all ears.

"The patriarch called me over in the morning. I thought he was going to pursue what happened yesterday, but the patriarch told me that it was God. God told the patriarch in a dream that Brooks Norman was a very bold man. He and other slaves

If it’s different, it’s likely to bring hope to the tribe, so let the tribe leader reward it.”

"What?" Brown was dumbfounded.

god?

Enlightenment?

Although the two of them are not Chinese, they have been in the tribe formed by the Chinese for a long time, and they also know what some special nouns mean.

"Yes, you heard it right, it was God who blessed my offense and gave me a second life!"

Norman knelt down again and kowtowed.

Seeing him looking so respectful, even though Brown was puzzled, he still followed his example and kowtowed.

However, Brown did not notice that Norman, who kowtowed for the third time, did not raise his head for a long time, with a look of surprise and shock on his face.

"Boulder. God?"

A piece of information suddenly appeared in Norman's mind.

Does God have a name?

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

"Thomas, haste makes waste. You've been too mentally stressed recently. Take a good rest for a day."

Walking from the clan leader's hut to the rear exit of the Fire Fist tribe, Somo took two deep breaths and persuaded the tireless Thomas.

Ever since he was seriously injured by Zhang Tai that day, Thomas has never stopped practicing like crazy.

Somo didn't feel anything wrong during the half month he was lying in bed, but in the past two days, he paid close attention to Thomas' daily life.

There are twenty-four hours a day, and Thomas spends eighteen of them practicing.

This attitude is too crazy!

"Chief, time waits for us not. Enemies in the darkness will appear at any time. If you don't sweat now, you will bleed later."

Thomas was not firm on many things, but he was determined to move forward in spiritual practice.

Especially now, when it is impossible to obtain new magical skills and improve combat capabilities.

All he can do is to become familiar with the physical fitness of the fourth-level priest as much as possible and find ways to make up for it with melee combat.

"You are right, but you still need to rest when you should."

Somo narrowed his eyes and yawned.

"I haven't been to the surrounding tribes since I became the clan leader. Why don't you accompany me for a walk today?"

"oh?"

Hearing this, Thomas did not refuse, but raised his eyebrows with slight interest.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Sumo proposed visiting surrounding tribes after becoming the clan leader.

But then he thought about what happened in the tribe in recent days, and he shuddered quickly, pointed in the direction of the temple and said:
To be continued...