What will the future of the South Ridge and the future of the White Folks be like?
In the Nauman City square, Brin of the White Folks stood beneath the stage, watching the Prophet, the young man he had known since childhood, who even played 'abacus' with him.
——No wonder he could find me hiding back then, turns out he was a Prophet.
Once a herb picker, now a caravan leader, Brin's mind was filled not only with these curious thoughts but mainly with pondering a very important matter.
What kind of change can the Prophet bring to the South Ridge?
Change.
A thing that sounds simple but is extremely difficult in reality.
Even a Prophet can hardly change some things fundamentally.
He may be able to help herb pickers find better herbs, help caravans earn bigger profits, and make the name of the White Folks bigger, making it easier to find cooperation.
But this is actually not a change, but a mere enhancement.
