Outside the canyon.

Everyone gathered together and dug a pond not far from the farmland. They also dug ditches to guide the water into the breadfruit farmland.

Recently, the water shortage situation of the entire tribe has become more and more serious.

When everyone goes out in small groups to collect water, they often face various dangers, and casualties occasionally occur.

The most troublesome thing for agricultural officials every day is not the growth of the bread tree, but the need to collect water for irrigation day after day.

Life is inseparable from water, whether it is people, livestock or plants, so having a stable and safe water source has become the expectation of everyone in the entire tribe.

"Have you finished digging?" the farmer asked loudly. He was responsible for digging the pond, and he and his fellow farmers were the most active.

"Okay." shouted one after another.

"I'll be here for a while." Someone was slow, and the farm officer immediately went over to urge him unhappily.

"It's finished here." The pool was finally dug.

"The ditch has also been dug." The ditch leading to the farmland has also been completed.

Everyone stopped, picked up their tools and exited.

A crowd of people stood by the dug pool. Everyone looked dirty, but there was hope on their faces.

Helfas took off his shoes and walked barefoot, gradually arriving at the center of the pool and standing in front of a stone base.

A pit was dug on the base. He took out the Pot of Black Marsh and put it on it, and it happened to get stuck in the pit.

He knelt down.

He opened his mouth as if he said something to the Pot of Black Marsh, or it could be said that he recited a spell.

Then I saw the black and gray ceramic kettle shaking violently, and a very loud sound came from the small kettle, as if a large amount of water was surging inside.

Immediately afterwards, water continued to gush out.

The water flowed down the stone base, wet Helfas's feet, and flowed around.

More and more, constantly.

"Oh oh oh!" Someone ran down and cheered, holding up the tools in their hands.

"There is water, there will be no shortage of water in the future." Someone even tasted it specially.

"It's really water. It will be more convenient to irrigate farmland in the future." The agricultural officer stood beside Helfas, and he was also very happy. His most distressing and worrying thing every day was finally solved.

In this way, the sealed Black Marsh Pot was left here, becoming a source of water for everyone and livestock to drink and to irrigate farmland.

Everyone was so happy, especially watching the pool continue to expand and the cool water filling it up little by little.

Everyone seemed to be going crazy, rushing to fill the bottle with water, or drinking it on the spot.

There were also people dancing and dancing by the pool.

At this time, another team migrating from afar arrived here, and happened to see this scene.

There were more than a dozen people, including men, women, and children.

They were exhausted. Although they had traveled thousands of miles to reach this legendary place of refuge, they also had doubts along the way as to whether it was the same place as in the legend.

They clustered together and looked into the distance.

What comes into view is a pool and farmland.

Everything is full of hope.

Helfas walked out of the crowd, and with salutes and shouts one after another, he led the bread farmer, carpenter, and cloth maker to the new arrivals.

The members of the Demon Hunter team stepped out of the way while holding the Coward's Lamp, and stood behind Helfas.

This also lets newcomers understand that the person in front of them is the one in control here.

"What are you good at?"

"Pottery making?"

"This is very good, we will need it soon."

"You guys should stay here first and come see me again in two days. I want to talk to you about pottery making again."

Helfas asked people to take these new arrivals down and said very happily.

"Every group of people who come here are treasures, and there are people we want."

The cloth maker behind him said: "These people who cannot survive in other places have become treasures only when they come to you."

Helfas shook his head: "People themselves are treasures."

He looked at the carpenter again: "The pond has been dug, and you will be here next..."

He stood next to the pool and pointed to the other side, near the entrance and the road.

"Build a house here, a barracks there, and a sentry tower there."

"By the way, build a checkpoint at the entrance."

The carpenter's officer nodded: "One barracks, one sentry tower, one checkpoint, and one house."

After the carpenter wrote it down, he asked, "Who lives here?"

Helfas told the carpenter: "I live here, guarding the gate of the tribe with the demon hunters and guards."

Carpenter: "You live outside?"

Helfas looked at the pool: "These sealed objects and weirdness need people to guard them. Human will is like a pillar, which must suppress their restlessness at all times."

"If I don't guard it, it will come back to life after a while."

The controller of each sealed object uses his true name to control the sealed object, but the controller cannot be too far away from it, otherwise it will be fine for a short time, but over time these weird things will also break away from the seal.

The carpenter nodded, and became more awe-struck by Helfas' presence and awe.

He asked about the conditions of the barracks, the standard of the guard tower, and Helfas's requirements for houses.

"What about where you used to live?"

That two-story wooden house was built bit by bit by Herfas himself. He also welcomed everyone who came there bit by bit, and established the tribe bit by bit.

He said: "After I move out, let's convert it into a meeting hall!"

Carpenter: "Okay."

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A house was built next to the pool, and a sentry tower was built at the entrance of the forest. You can see people standing on it all the time and looking into the distance.

There is also a barracks at the entrance and exit, which is also surrounded by fences.

People coming in and out will be recorded, and as the population grows, these become even more important.

In addition, you can also see a fire kiln built outside the canyon, and there are several workshops surrounding the fire kiln.

In one of the workshops next to Herfas' new residence, there was a tall fire tree, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Helfas stood at the door of his new house.

He looked to the left and could sense the black and gray kettle in the depths of the pool. Looking to the right, he could also clearly gaze at the fire tree.

Here, he can use the power of the Biphasic Demonic Insect with a single thought, or the power of the Black Marsh Pot in the pool.

He stepped towards one of the fire furnaces, where a group of people had already gathered.

They rubbed the mud with their hands and turned the turntable to create various utensils.

A fire was burning in the kiln nearby, and people were surrounding it with sweating profusely.

Helfas came over and asked the other party.

"How about it?"

The man immediately ran over from the side of the furnace and waved for someone to bring something over.

It was a piece of black-gray pottery.

"Look."

Helfas took it and played with it in his hand.

His fingers felt the warmth of the pottery. Its texture was not as rough as the other pottery Helfas had seen before, and it felt very delicate.

"It's very good. It seems to be much better than ordinary pottery."

He raised his head and looked at the man.

"I heard that you are from the pottery tribe. It seems that your pottery making skills are really superb."

The other party shook his head and quickly denied it.

"It's not that our skills are superb, it's because the mud produced under the pond is very suitable for making pottery. I discovered it by accident."

Helfas: "No matter what, you made this."

"From now on, you are our potter."
To be continued...