The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

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Ember met Rahman's gaze. He glanced at the scholars among the mercenaries who were secretly glancing at him, and stroked his chin as he asked, "I'm curious, what do you need these scholars for?"

"..."

Rahman pondered for a moment, then replied, "I need them to resurrect Lord Red King."

Chapter 668 Rumors in the Desert

2024-05-15

"What? Say it again?" Yu Jin pretended to pick his ear, wondering if he had just heard something incredible.

Seeing the lingering doubt in Yu Jin's eyes, Rahman cleared his throat and said loudly:

"I said, I need these mad scholars to resurrect Lord Red King!"

His voice was so loud that even his spittle landed on Ember's face. Wiping the spittle off his mask, Ember looked at Rahman with the same expression he used when looking at the mad scholar fast asleep in the House of Vitality.

"What kind of look is that?" Rahman frowned as he met the gaze. Why did he feel that the man's eyes, peering through the cracks, held a hint of pity and relief?

“It’s nothing, I think you might need to see a doctor.” Yu Jin grasped Rahman’s hand and began to treat him with great enthusiasm.

After watching for a while, Yu Jin noticed that Rahman's skin was dark but firm, his eyes were questioning but bright, and his hair was messy but thick.

"You don't seem to have a problem with your head, do you? How could you think that a mad scholar could resurrect the Red King?"

"I remember this guy was dead for several thousand years, wasn't he?"

Ember lowered Rahman's hand, staring at him in utter bewilderment. What experience could have led him to believe that the mad scholar could resurrect the Red King?

Reviving a human is already incredibly difficult, let alone a demon god who has been dead for a thousand years.

“I knew you would say that. You are not a subject of the Red King, and you cannot understand my yearning for this glimmer of hope.”

Seeing the doubt on Yu Jin's face, Rahman simply shook his head.

"To correct you, there is absolutely no hope. Forget about mad scholars, you couldn't bring all the scholars in Sumeru together."

Yu Jin decisively extinguished Rahman's thoughts; he couldn't just watch this guy go on a wild goose chase down the wrong path, could he?

"Haha! That's right, Rahman, only a devout believer like you and a group of radicals would believe in the idea of ​​sacrificing a mad scholar to resurrect the Red King."

Samel, who was standing nearby, burst into laughter upon hearing Ember's words. The news of the Red King's impending resurrection had been circulating in the desert for some time, but Samel dismissed it as mere whispers in the wind.

His years of exploration of the Red King civilization ruins had already told him that the Red King was dead beyond any doubt, and that it was impossible to resurrect this ancient demon god.

"Then why did you, one of the Twin Blades of Thutmose, come along? I remember your obsession with the Golden Dreamland is no less than my pursuit of Lord Red King, is it?"

Rahman glanced at Samel indifferently and chuckled coldly. If Samel were truly as indifferent to the rumor as he claimed, he wouldn't be secretly following him.

Sure enough, after hearing Rahman's words, Samel's expression... well, his entire face was covered with a burlap sack, and even Ember couldn't tell whether his expression had changed or not.

However, judging from the emotions he expressed, it was clear that Rahman had struck a nerve.

"As expected of someone who can lead a gilded brigade to great heights, he is not to be underestimated at all."

His gaze seemed to penetrate the red silk veil covering his face and land on Rahman.

"You flatter me." Rahman simply nodded slightly.

"The Golden Dreamland is both too distant and too real. I have found its records in the inscriptions left by every ancient site, but I have not found any trace of it in the desert."

"The mad scholars can resurrect Lord Red King? I don't believe it, but since such rumors have appeared, maybe these madmen really do have some strange abilities."

"Give me a few. If we really find a way out, we desert people won't have to endure the rainforest's ridicule and humiliation anymore, and we can all go to the world promised by Lord Red King!"

Samel raised his hands, as if he could already see the wonderful scene after finding the golden dreamland.

Then he found that his arm had been pressed down, and not only that, his neck was also caught in a steel arm.

"You two seem to have automatically ignored me." Pulling Rahman and Samel over, Yu Jin shook his head from side to side and said to the two of them.

"Uh……"

"This one……"

"Stop with this nonsense, you're no better than me! Get out of here!" With a forceful tap on Rahman and Samel's heads, Yu Jin kicked them both away.

"Swish!"

The sound of a sword being drawn rang out, and the atmosphere tensed up again because of Ember's two kicks.

"What? Want to fight?" Ember taunted the mercenaries around him, brandishing his twin scimitars.

"Clap!"

The encirclement around Yu Jin suddenly expanded, and the mercenaries took a few steps back in fear.

The skill that Ember had displayed earlier still lingered in their minds from time to time. The mercenaries didn't want to collect their compensation so soon after fighting such a mysterious guy.

In the distance, Rahman stood up from the ground and gave orders to the mercenaries around him:

"Put down your weapons!"

"Perhaps we can talk about your purpose?"

Rahman asked the embers.

"Come here, I'll show you around."

Yu Jin sheathed his scimitar and then waved to Rahman and Samel.

……

Hey! Don't push me!

"Who's going to push you!"

"This place is so strange. Why would there be a place like this in the desert?"

The underground corridor of Vitality House was already packed with people. The throng of people significantly reduced the eerie atmosphere of the basement.

The mercenaries now only felt that the place was cool and the decor was awkward, completely lacking the eeriness and chill they had felt when Ember arrived.

Any eerie place ceases to be eerie once a large number of people gather.

"Keep your voice down, can't you see someone sleeping?" Ember turned around and shouted at the noisy mercenaries, and the basement instantly fell silent.

“Here…” Rahman stood at the edge of the corridor. He looked up and touched the broken steel bar in front of him. The break looked as if it had been forcibly torn off.

Looking up again, he saw the mad scholar lying on the bed inside grinning at him.

“It used to be an iron cage, but I found it an eyesore and tore it all down,” Yu Jin replied casually.

As he watched the road ahead gradually open up, he said to everyone, "We've arrived. Those with heart conditions, remember to close your eyes beforehand."

Rahman and Samel did not react to what they heard. In the desert, killing was commonplace, and nothing could frighten them anymore.

"Lord Crimson King! What is this thing?!"

"Holy crap, there's a ghost!"

"What? Let me see!"

……

The quiet crowd erupted into noise again, this time because several people were lying on the ground.

The men, dressed in scholar's robes, had bulging veins from their foreheads to their necks. Dark red bloodstains dried along their seven orifices, making them worthy of the title "evil spirits" in any legend.

"What's wrong with these people?" Samer squatted down and looked at the group. He checked their breathing; they were still alive. He opened their eyes, but all he saw was a scarlet red.

He rose from the ground in shock, his eyes darting around, wondering what kind of torture could have caused such a result.

"A few days ago, a large number of people here were like this." Yu Jin looked down at the miserable state of the group, his tone indifferent.

"Then the people here..." Rahman looked at Ember with a puzzled expression. As the person who cared most about the mad scholar, he had just paid special attention to the mad scholar's condition.

The group of people are in good condition, except for some dementia, but no other injuries.

"I cured you, otherwise why would I be so confident as to shake your hand?" Yu Jin kicked the scholar lying dead next to him. The quietness of the Vitality House was largely thanks to them.

"What's going on with this group of people? Also, I remember that mad scholars are just madmen, right? Is this strange state a new disease?"

Seeing the horrific state of the people on the ground, Rahman couldn't help but ask with concern.

"You'll have to ask these people about that."

Yu Jin turned around and pulled the scholars who were hiding behind the crowd out.

Chapter 669 Creating God

2024-05-15

"You guys must have come here to collect divine knowledge, right? It's all here." Yu Jin pulled the group to a corner where canned knowledge was piled up everywhere.

They come in all shapes and sizes, gleaming with a soft green light in the corners, looking quite beautiful.

But all Yu Jin knew was that every can of knowledge here represented a form of mental torture.

"Oh ho? This counts as striking it rich?" Samel raised an eyebrow as he saw the canned goods casually piled up in the corner.

Canned knowledge is one of Sumeru's specialties. Every year, the Academy of Teachings extracts various kinds of knowledge or data from the void and cans them up.

This tangible knowledge can transform an ordinary person into a highly professional scholar, or into a battle-hardened warrior.

Such a convenient item naturally attracted the attention of many with ulterior motives. Whether it was outright robbery or deliberate leaks, a batch of canned knowledge would frequently appear in the black market of Sumeru.

Despite their high prices, they never lack buyers.

"I advise you to give up on this idea if you don't want other people's thoughts to get into your head."

Rahman glanced at the iron chair that resembled a torture device, then flipped over the green helmet on the chair, and easily figured out the source of this pile of canned knowledge.

"You mean... these things are extracted from human brains?" Samel realized what was happening, and when he looked at the canned knowledge again, he felt that the patterns on its surface resembled the wrinkles on a human brain.

"Let me ask you, is it true that your Order of the Church is willing to turn normal people into madmen just to extract these things?"

Yu Jin picked up a can of knowledge, which contained a trace of "divine knowledge".

Several scholars nodded amidst the crowd.

“You rainforest people have never disappointed us when it comes to torturing your own people,” Rahman said, shaking his head in disappointment.