Chapter 126 - 110
King Dertulian was eight hundred and sixty-one years old.
Even for the Logosians, who were known for their longevity, most would have already said goodbye to the world by his age.
Dertulian had aged, too, his body becoming weaker every day. His hair had completely lost its color and luster, and his skin sagged and wrinkled.
Yet Dertulian was still alive.
Since establishing the New Kingdom in this place akin to a new world, Dertulian had spent nearly four hundred years here, overcoming illnesses with his tenacious vitality.
Thus, Dertulian, the second son of the Prophet, still ruled the Kingdom.
The scenery of the New Kingdom contrasted starkly with the old kingdom beneath the mountains.
The thousands of Logosians brought here by Dertulian relied on dense forests and abundant game, resuming a dual life of hunters and priests.
They had wheat, pottery, and livestock, just like the old kingdom, but unlike the old kingdom, these were mere embellishments. Their lives mostly revolved around the beautiful forest—simple yet not dull, spreading plain joy across the land.
Perhaps for this reason, the nature of the Logosians here hadn’t changed for centuries.
Although they were far from God’s high mountain, they resembled the Logosians from hundreds of years ago more than those in the old kingdom.