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More than half of the resistance in its heart to teach whom it regarded as vulgar and poor farmers decreased after being repeatedly persuaded by this little fellow before the Dune Lord.

The sand ruler felt consideration toward this city.

Ninety-five points of popular sentiment. The residents will live happily in the territory and promote Twilight City to new residents. The attraction to refugees will increase by 100%. The refugees could quickly integrate into the city after they arrived. There is a higher chance of attracting high-level talents or high-level heroes to take the initiative to join the city. It will enormously intensify the city\'s charm.

The Dune Lord did not know what would happen after the popularity of the people reached 95 points.

One could not see or touch. But it could profoundly influence everyone who stepped into Twilight City.

"Wild… Boar, are you still going to class tonight?"

He really couldn\'t say this name out loud. It was okay if the little boy was a burly farmer. But a seven or eight-year-old child with some baby fat was called Wild Boar.

It was too out of place.

The little boy nodded affirmatively.

"Of course. Auntie Marie said that knowledge is very precious. In the outside world, only the nobles can learn it."

"So as long as there\'s nothing to do at night, everyone will go to class."

The Dune Lord was silent.

These words were utterly genuine.

Knowledge was precious. It represented the right to survive, power, and authority!

In the outside world, some fallen nobles could not even afford the high cost of learning knowledge.

It was only this city that imparted precious knowledge to every resident.

This was also what it found most unbelievable.

It was not until it heard a seven or eight-year-old child\'s heartfelt praise for the city that it understood the underlying logic behind his actions.

A bitter smile appeared on its face.

Perhaps only the grace mainland overlord that came from other planes and was unaffected by the culture and rules of the primary plane could do such a thing.

It would be difficult for the Dune Lord to do it even if it now understood the other party\'s thoughts.

One couldn\'t break the fixed mentality and rules formed over millions of years.

"Grandpa, I\'m going back to take a shower. I\'ll be going to class soon. When I go, I\'ll call you. Yesterday, I asked Auntie Marie to save a seat for me."

Warmth perked on the Dune Lord\'s heart when it heard those sincere words.

That little boy has inspired the Dune Lord.

In the past, it was used to being high and mighty. Who was qualified to say such words before it?

"Alright, I\'ll go with you later."

The sand ruler looked at the little fellow as it smiled and suddenly thought of something. 

It said with a solemn expression, "Wild… Boar, they called you by this name while you were young. Now that you\'ve grown up, you should change your name."

"A new name?"

The little boy was momentarily stunned before he said in a daze.

"But, no one is left to give me a name."

The Dune Lord\'s breathing paused.

"No one is left to give me a name."

The sand ruler didn\'t know what to feel when it heard that.

He did not even have a name. The person who cared about him the most had also left this world.

All alone.

It looked at the cute face with some baby fat and the empty bowl in his hand. Its wrinkled face softened.

"Why don\'t I give you a name?"

The little fellow\'s eyes immediately lit up.

However, he still couldn\'t believe it and said carefully.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

The Dune Lord nodded solemnly at a seven or eight-year-old child.

"Yay!"

The little guy jumped up.

Joy encumbered his face.

"Thank you!"

The Dune Lord smiled.

It rubbed his little head. The Dune Lord couldn\'t help but think.

It suddenly thought of something after a long time. Its eyes lit up.

"Your new name… I will call you Abalo!"

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, in the battle of the gods, a human expert slaughtered a mid-Level god with the body of a demigod. They called that demigod Abalo. In the ancient desert language, the pronunciation of this word has the same meaning as \'hero\'."

The little boy was instantly pleased.

"Abalo? Slaughtering a god with the body of a demigod? This sounded very powerful, just like the ancient myths that those uncles often talked about after they drank.

"Abalo, Abalo…"

The little boy raised his hand and cheered after he repeated it a few times.

"I have a name. I have a name! My name is Abalo. I have the same name as a demigod from hundreds of thousands of years ago!! He was a very, very powerful hero!"

The Dune Lord also revealed a smile when it saw the happy expression of the little boy.

Granting a name to a child might not have felt anything in the past, but after it lost all its power, the Dune Lord felt indescribably joyous.

It was like it had also obtained a new life.

The emotional connection between the two had quietly turned odd.

The Dune Lord suddenly felt that its room was no longer so cold and suffocating after the little boy felt happy.

On the contrary, the not-so-spacious room became warmer.

Everything turned out to be just right.

Suddenly, the Dune Lord thought of something. It walked to the window again. It turned around and saw the residents who had already brought out stools.

They lit candles made of animal fat.

The evening classes in Twilight City were about to begin.

The Dune Lord looked at those who had washed dry.

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