Chapter 1228 July 3rd, 7:30
According to Ibn, there was more than one game of this type in An-Shah.
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 being exposed to 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 on the mind. How easy is it to break free from this culture?
"5*2*3—30, that's enough. I'll give you three points."
Ibn played the carpet, book, and slave cards in turn, and casually said, "Many Parthians believe that they must offer blood sacrifices to this thirsty desert, otherwise sandstorms will eventually swallow up their hard-earned oases.
"That's why cities destroyed by sandstorms attract sandstorms... They use this as an explanation for why the good lords of every city are performing sacrifices."
As a true Parthian, Ibn understood this matter 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 wouldn't use this as an excuse. One of their reasons is that Holy Spring City, as the former royal city, has not experienced a single sandstorm in ten thousand years—and there is no supernatural power involved here."
"It is this inexplicable, miraculous 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 slowly sat down and asked with some doubt: "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 secrecy."
Aiwas, who was sitting opposite her on the left, said slowly, "If the slaves knew that their water was actually given by Yuan Tiansi, and that Shanzhu was just a middleman working for Yuan Tiansi, how could they continue to respect Shanzhu like a god?
"It's precisely because they believe this water comes from the Good Lord's sacred blood that they hold Him in such high esteem. If they knew it was just a sorcery, then guess what the rebels would do if they captured the Good Lord?"
"...torture to produce a spell?"
Haina murmured, "And then... I will become the new good master?"
"That's right."
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 handed over, how could they let go of the good masters they captured?
In essence, these benevolent masters are like protagonists who possess a system and 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 others 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, already faintly tinged with red from the rising sun, instantly became even redder. It was as if a bucket of red paint had been splashed on the pristine white tile floor, or as if a phone screen had leaked...
"——Is Sky injured?"
The old ritualist Iben looked up at the sky in astonishment and muttered, "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 faintly sensed the aura of murder and heroism from the sky and concluded, "It's either the path of might... war, or the path of devotion! From this feeling... it's a bit like the celestial master of the path of war."
Arthur has only been on the Pillar God for such a short time, yet he has already found the Heavenly Official who is on his path?
Could it be Morgan?
But this feeling...is Morgan really that manly?
Aiwas's 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 at some point across from Aiwas's desk, sitting next to Zhu Tang. It was as if he had been there 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: "It's someone you know."
"……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 Arondite, 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 experience was essentially an "out-of-body experience"... except his physical body was destroyed. It didn't matter if he hadn't returned.
If the ritual of "Shadow of Avalon" is performed correctly, Lancelot will be reborn into the material world before the royal family of Avalon dies out. The flesh and blood of his descendants will be shaped into a new body through the power of revenge, and then the resonance of the two daggers of Arondite will call his soul back to the body.
Why must this ritual be carried out when the situation is on the verge of despair? Because only in this way can it conform to the principle of "revenge" and thus send this "report" to Scathach, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom.
There weren't many places where the souls of the living could temporarily reside, and Shadow Country was one of them. So he had no choice—every step in this ritual was interconnected.
——Because of this, if any one link goes wrong, it will collapse directly. Just like the more complex the murder method, the more likely it is to collapse completely due to a single piece of evidence.
The Ritual of Shadow of Avalon collapsed for this very reason.
Completely losing the possibility of resurrection, Lancelot was like a wandering ghost. Now... had the bewildered Lancelot finally decided not to wait for the restoration of the Shadow of Avalon Ritual, but to directly sever his connection with the material world?
"Lancelot was recruited by Arthur and became the first celestial master of the Path of War—the Cavalry Celestial Master.
"——The Celestial Master of Knights, the Celestial Master of Loyalty! The Celestial Master of Cavalry, Lord Lancelot the Cavalry God!"
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 Lord of Scales and Feathers' smile grew more pronounced. "Because Lancelot's soul has wandered in the Land of Shadows for too long... His mind isn't pure enough, and his power isn't strong enough. His purity isn't enough to become a Celestial Master immediately after his death."
"And his wife, Queen Guinevere, the Candlelighter, finally waited for Lancelot's death. She sacrificed her soul and merged with Lancelot's.
"Therefore, the real name of the Knight-Emperor now should be Lancelot Guinevere."
Update completed! Asking for double monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!
I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, and I’ve only just finished writing this…perfectly to protect those who have perfect attendance in May!
After all, Cat’s birthday is May 2nd, and I might have had to ask for leave tomorrow. But now I can post one chapter in the early morning of the 2nd and one chapter in the evening of the 3rd. I don’t have to ask for leave, and I save a leave note!
Also, I wasn't feeling well at the end of last month, so I just spent my days in a daze and forgot to set a monthly ticket goal! So I lost out on the 10% monthly ticket bonus...
I just quickly set a goal of 5,000, although I feel like I won’t be able to reach it…
(End of this chapter)
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