Faerûn: Lord of the Eternal Sun

"Isaac, this is a gift from the great Amannata to you!"

"Everyone who is blessed with divine golden eyes has immense potential. Develop their abilities well, and they can help you go further in your career."

High Priest Omanus spoke with admiration.

"Praise the sun!"

"Praise the sun!"

In the altar hall, the nobles offered prayers one after another, and Isaac was no exception.

After the baptism, the high priest turned and left first, followed by the nobles. Only some ladies remained, staring at Isaac's naked body and pointing and exclaiming in amazement.

This was too undignified a sight for Isaac, and just as he was about to find something to cover himself, the bald monk came over with a wooden tray.

On the wooden tray was a set of white silk clothing, which would cost at least several gold coins in a high-end clothing shop.

And not only because of their high price, but also because the Earthworker and the Abundant people are not allowed to wear white, gold, and silver clothing.

Once discovered, the War Soul Descendants will cause trouble, and the Yellow Sand Guards may even come to arrest them directly. After being arbitrated by the Tribunal, they will be imprisoned in the dungeon or sent to work as gold miners.

A large open-pit gold mine, filled with placer gold with extremely low gold content, is located in the gravel layer of the Gobi Desert, a dozen kilometers away from the city-state of Shahramun.

The city-state established a camp next to the gold mine, stationed troops there, and sent several thousand Shadowkin laborers to take turns mining and excavating the gold, which was then transported to the city for smelting and refining.

Gold mines and groundwater are the lifeblood of a city-state. It is precisely because there are enough Sun Wheel Gold Coins that human caravans from other regions are attracted to travel two or three days across the desert to trade with the city-state.

Therefore, compared to the rest of the mainland, the prices of imported goods in Shahramun are surprisingly high, except for some locally grown foods such as sambac and sunberries.

……

The evening banquet marked the end and climax of the celebration.

The event was held at the Coronation Palace, also known as the Consul's Residence, and only invited nobles and merchants were eligible to attend.

Unlike the scorching daytime temperatures, the nighttime temperatures can drop from 40 or 50 degrees Celsius to 0 degrees Celsius, resulting in a significant temperature difference.

Therefore, nobles did not expose their skin at night, but instead wore exquisitely designed robes or coats, and gold ornaments were indispensable.

Inside the Corona Palace, clean stone slabs and a dome supported by massive marble columns set the scene, while silver candlesticks held bright candles.

The powerful and influential gathered together and formed different social circles according to their social status.

Isaac, draped in a white robe, revealed his strong chest, with a golden holy symbol pendant serving as an embellishment.

Isaac felt lost and lonely in the palace hall; after wandering around, he didn't recognize a single person.

It can't be said that there wasn't one; the Lancaras family, Davis's brother 'Sanders' stared intently at Isaac, his eyes seeming to want to tear him apart and devour him alive.

Isaac calmly looked back at his opponent. If he hadn't been defeated by Sanders four years ago, he would have been the "Son of the Sun" long ago. It would be impossible for him not to have even a little bit of resentment.

No one paid attention to Isaac, the main character of the banquet. He was standing in the corner, holding a porcelain plate piled high with meat.

Camel steak, roasted lamb ribs, and pan-fried chicken steak cost a silver coin in the tavern, but Isaac couldn't bear to eat them every day.

And everything at this dinner was free.

"As expected, a lowly person is a lowly person. Even with this ancient god's skin, their lowly nature remains unchanged!"

One of the War Soul descendants spoke to his companions with a disdainful tone and a hint of sourness.

Isaac completely ignored the strange looks from others, picked up a glass of elven wine and downed it in one gulp, showing no regard for elegance whatsoever.

……

During the process, quite a few curious merchants came up to greet and get to know them. After all, although the "Sons of the Sun" are not particularly rare, they all have a good future, and none of them have done particularly badly so far.

Perhaps it should be said that those who are not doing well are not qualified to be the Son of the Sun. Even though Isaac is just a blacksmith, he is still much better off than more than 80% of the common people.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Blake!"

"Praise the sun!"

Isaac and the merchants exchanged pleasantries and clinked glasses; the years had worn away his rough edges.

Many merchants have hinted that they want to recruit him as a bodyguard, not only for security reasons, but also because it would be prestigious.

Isaac neither agreed nor refused, intending to observe for a while and wait for a better price.

As a blacksmith, one need not worry about making a living; having a skilled craft ensures one will never go hungry.

However, if one wants to climb the social ladder and improve their social status, associating with these powerful and wealthy businessmen is inevitable.

In the entire city-state, perhaps only the high priest of the temple can be exempt from worldly customs, something even established nobles and governors cannot do.

This celebratory feast was destined to last until midnight, and Isaac, as the main character, was not allowed to leave halfway through; his personality wasn't that arrogant.

……

The purpose of banquets and gatherings, besides socializing, is to indulge through alcohol.

Many young nobles and ladies, after a brief acquaintance, secretly left the palace to communicate and exchange ideas elsewhere.

Isaac was unaware that he had been targeted and had become prey in someone else's eyes.

A noblewoman took the initiative, walking up to Isaac with a gilded glass and gently swirling the white wine inside.

This wine is expensive; a small barrel costs 10 gold coins, and a glass costs several silver coins—no small sum.

Keep in mind that a large piece of wheat cake was only worth one copper coin.

（Ps.1金=20银=400铜，1铜购买力≈5元，1银≈100元，1金≈2000元，全费伦大陆通用，为了方便携带採用20进位）

The noblewoman was a descendant of an ancient god, with long, slightly curly golden hair, fair and delicate skin, and a slender figure with prominent curves.

(This is still for reference only; all images are for reference only.)

Standing at around 1.7 meters tall, she is not short, but she still appears petite next to Isaac, who is 2 meters tall and has a robust build.

The lady looked a few years younger than Isaac and exuded an indescribable allure as they conversed with suggestive glances.

"May I ask how to address this beautiful lady?"

"Just call me Rachel."

"Yes, Ms. Rachel."

The two clinked glasses, and Isaac, under the guise of tasting wine, swallowed hard.

Although he is not yet married, Isaac is no longer a virgin. In this open and independent city-state, pleasurable mating is the norm, and he has lost count of how many women he has been with.

However, let alone the Ancient Gods, even the War Souls were once unattainable beings. Isaac vaguely remembered having had relationships with two or three girls of the Abundance race.

Initially, Isaac was suspicious and wary of the overtures that came to him. However, after talking with her and observing her demeanor, he realized that Ms. Rachel was in heat.

"Isaac Warrior, shouldn't we go somewhere else for a drink? I have a beautiful Siamese cat with gorgeous fur; it can do somersaults! Want to see it?"

The noblewoman took the initiative to extend an invitation, her captivating eyes as clear and bright as emeralds, radiating a fervent courtship signal.

"I'm really interested, but wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to leave at this time, since this celebratory banquet is nominally for me?"

Isaac was somewhat concerned that this behavior might displease the nobles, who might think he was being ungrateful.

The noblewoman couldn't help but chuckle softly, placing her delicate, boneless hand on the back of his broad hand.

"Isaac Warrior, you seem to overestimate yourself a bit."

"I think you're right."

Isaac looked around and, finding that no one seemed to care, left the banquet hall one after the other with the lady.

After boarding Ms. Rachel's exquisite carriage, we left Corona Palace and headed towards a noble mansion in the Upper Town.