Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1228 July rd, :

According to Ibn, there was more than one game of this type in Anxi.

Benefactors were happy to promote this type of game, and some city-states would even hold card competitions - the winners would not only receive generous rewards, but in some places the benefactors would also give the other party a chance to "make a wish". In some places, slaves were allowed to participate, and the prizes also included the status of free citizens, houses, and contracts for female slaves.

Only by playing these games can one truly understand how "slavery" has penetrated into the cultural foundation of Parthia.

Every poem, every painting, every game is a shackle of thought. How easy is it to break free from this culture?
"5*2*3-30, that's enough. I'll take three points."

Ibn played the carpet, book, and slave cards in turn, and said casually: "Many Parthians believe that they must offer blood food to this thirsty desert, otherwise the sandstorm will eventually swallow up the hard-won oasis.

"That's why cities destroyed by sandstorms attract sandstorms... They use this as a way to explain why the good lords of each city are holding sacrifices."

As a true Parthian, Ibn knew this all too well.

He said sarcastically, "And similarly... this also means that being swallowed by those man-eating sands is not uncommon on this cursed land. Otherwise, the good masters would not use this as an excuse. One of their reasons is that Holy Spring City, as the former royal city, has not experienced even a single sandstorm in ten thousand years - and there is no supernatural power involved here.

"It is this inexplicable magical quality that proves the theory that the desert is conscious and alive."

"Offering blood food... is to appease the desert?"

Haina threw the three gold coin cards in her hand back onto the table and reshuffled them. She sat down slowly and asked in confusion, "Isn't it because the charity wants to trade with Yuan Tiansi?"

"That's a secret, Haina. Not everyone knows the name of Yuan Tiansi. Most locals don't even know what the sea is. You know...authority, to a large extent, comes from the protection of secrets."

Aiwas, who was sitting opposite her on the left, said leisurely: "If the slaves knew that their water was actually given by Yuan Tiansi, and Shanzhu was just a middleman working for Yuan Tiansi, how could they continue to respect Shanzhu like a god?

"It is precisely because they believe that this water comes from the sacred blood of the Good Lord that they respect the Good Lord so much. If they all know that this is just a spell, then guess what the rebels who captured the Good Lord would do?"

"...torture out a spell?"

Haina murmured, "And then... I will become the new good master?"

"exactly."

Aiwass replied: "That's the only answer."

The Parthians never wanted to abolish slavery...even the rebels just wanted to enslave others.

If they knew that the seal of the contract of becoming a good master could be voluntarily transferred, how could they let go of the good masters they captured?

In essence, these benevolent masters are like protagonists with a system that can trigger miracles... except that this system is given by Yuan Tiansi, and the system's rewards will be converted into water.

For those who are truly ambitious, if they realize that the "qualification" that gives the other person extraordinary abilities can be taken away, they will naturally try to strip it away.

And in this desert full of transcendents, there are many ambitious people.

But at this moment, the sky bathed in the morning sun suddenly became distorted.

Amid the exclamations of passersby, the sky, which was already slightly red from the morning sun, instantly became even redder. It was as if a bucket of red paint had been poured on the white tile floor, or as if a cell phone screen had leaked liquid...

"——The sky is injured?"

The old ritualist Iben looked up at the sky in astonishment and murmured, "Is the sky... bleeding?"

"wrong."

Aiwass quickly discerned the truth.

He immediately replied: "No - it's the new Tiansi!"

As a fifth-level priest, his extraordinary perception ability made him realize... this was the phenomenon of a major event happening in the dream world!

Aiwass suddenly turned his head and looked at the clock hanging in the expanded carriage room. Haina reacted first and immediately reported the time: "7:03."

"July 3rd, 7:03... It's the Holy Day and Holy Hour!"

Aiwass vaguely sensed the breath of killing and heroism from the sky, and judged: "It's either the path of war... or the path of dedication! From this feeling... it's a bit like the celestial master of the path of war."

Arthur has only been the Pillar God for such a short time, but he has already found the Heavenly God who is right for his own path?

Could it be Morgan?
But this feeling...is Morgan really that manly?
Aiwas' heart moved, and he touched the emerald inlaid on his chest with his hand.

"Yeah, I'm here. No need to call me."

The Lord of Scales and Feathers appeared across from Aiwas's table at some point, sitting next to Zhu Tang. It was as if he had been watching Aiwas play chess from the very beginning, without any sense of disobedience.

Without waiting for Aiwass to ask, the Lord of Scales and Feathers looked at Aiwass with his featureless face and laughed heartily: "He is your acquaintance."

"……acquaintance?"

"It's Lancelot."

Without keeping anyone in suspense, the Lord of Scales and Feathers spoke directly, "He still chose death."

——Aivas knew that as the first monarch of Avalon, Lancelot I was different from his queen Guinevere... In fact, Lancelot was not dead.

In fact, he projected his soul into the shadow kingdom of dreams, just like in those classic online game novels - the kind of online game novels where people wear helmets.

And when his soul was projected into the dream world, he was not actually dead... because under Merlin's modification, his soul was no longer bound to his physical body, but to the holy sword Arondette, which was divided into two "long daggers".

Since Lancelot didn't die, he wouldn't have entered the River of Dreams and become an apostle. His was actually a kind of "soul leaving the body"... but his body was destroyed, but it didn't matter if he didn't go back.

If the "Shadow of Avalon" ritual is run properly, Lancelot will be reborn into the material world before the Avalon royal family is about to die out. The flesh and blood of his descendants will be shaped into a new body through the power of revenge, and then his soul will be called back to the body through the resonance of the two daggers of Arondite.

Why must this ritual be carried out when one is on the verge of despair? Because only in this way can it be in line with the principle of "revenge" and thus send this "report" to Scathach, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom.

There weren't many places that allowed the souls of the living to stay temporarily, and Shadow Country was one of them. So he had no choice - every step in this ceremony was linked together.

——Because of this, if any link goes wrong, it will collapse directly. Just like the more complicated the murder method, the easier it is to collapse completely because of a piece of evidence.

The Ritual of Shadow of Avalon collapsed for this very reason.

Completely losing the possibility of resurrection, Lancelot is like a wandering ghost. Now... has the confused Lancelot finally decided not to wait for the restoration of the Shadow of Avalon ritual, but to directly cut off his connection with the material world?
"Lancelot was recruited by Arthur and became the first celestial master of the Path of War - the Knight Celestial Master.

"——The Lord of Knights, the Lord of Loyalty! Lord of Knights, Lord Lancelot!"

The Lord of Scales and Feathers jokingly pronounced Lancelot's new name in an exaggerated aria.

"…Then it should be seven, right?"

Aiwass frowned: "Why is there still half of the Holy Number of Three?"

“Oh, this is the most interesting part.”

The smile of the Lord of Scales and Feathers became more obvious: "Because Lancelot's soul has been wandering in the Kingdom of Shadows for too long... His mind is not pure enough, and his power is not strong enough. His purity is not enough to become a celestial minister immediately after his death.

"And his wife, Queen Guinevere, who was a candlelight apostle, finally waited for Lancelot's death. She dedicated her soul and merged it with Lancelot's soul.

"Therefore, the real Knight's name now should be Lancelot Guinevere."

(End of this chapter)