"Is there a possibility that... something went wrong with your hexagram?" Qing Ji looked at the burned Parent's Association member. "This Adjudicator curse is a little too hot to handle."
Black Spider: "..."
She looked at Qing Ji expressionlessly. How could a Forbidden Item possibly make such a low-level mistake!?
This uncle usually kept silent, but whenever he spoke, his words were the most cutting.
Qing Chen pondered from the side. "The First Generation prophet spent almost his entire life fighting the Kingdom of Roosevelt. He led his people through migration after migration, from north to south, then south to north. They lost their homes again and again, only to be found again and again by the power of technology."
Thus, the Forbidden Item condensed by the First Generation prophet had nothing to do with prophecy. Qing Chen suspected it was more like a Forbidden Item born of obsession. That great prophet had wanted to use his final strength to build a shelter for the giants, shielding them from wind and rain so they could peacefully build a city of their own.
Women would no longer have to migrate while pregnant, and children would no longer have to leave the safety of their swaddling clothes at such a young age.
With a pioneer like that, the giant race was destined to endure.
Black Spider looked at Qing Chen. "What do we do now?"
What else could they do? Keep the music playing, keep dancing...
Brewing alcohol was not easy for the giants. They could only drink it during festivals and holidays.
They had only two festivals. The first was Founding Day, the day they had settled in the royal court on the Black Leaf Plain.
The second was the birthday of the First Generation prophet. The giants would pick and