"Childish!" Azir raised his head proudly: "I am a descendant of the sun, a warrior of the gods. It is a grace for gods to protect mortals, so how can there be any reason to let gods work for mortals??"

"Yes." Sivir curled his lips.

She pointed to the blue bird incarnation that the organization assigned to her as a special correspondent standing on her shoulder: "Look -"

"Our gods can stand here and serve as 'radio' users for mortals!"

Azir: "..."

He helplessly looked at the incarnation of the blue bird on Sivir's shoulder, and couldn't help but sigh: "My child, you are really being deceived without knowing it!"

"I asked you to read less heretical texts and learn more about our ancient Shurima classics from Archmaester Nasus. Didn't you listen at all and never went to see him?"

"No, I went to find Nasus." Sivir shrugged.

"Oh?" Azir asked, "You went to study with Grand Maester Nasus?"

"No." Sivir shook his head again.

And just then...

"Death is coming!" At another construction site in the distance, a towering figure suddenly appeared in this barren sea of ​​sand.

That was none other than Grand Maester Nasus.

I saw him using the broad blade of the ax as a shovel, bending his body with all his concentration, shoveling away the accumulated sand in the canal.

He is like a hard-working farmer. Every time he hoe, he seems to be cultivating the future, with the heavy joy of harvest.

Only then did Sivir say, "I convinced Grand Maester Nasus to come dig the ground with me."
Chapter completed!