Chapter 1233 Shout Your Name Loudly
When Aiwas arrived at Holy Spring City, three good masters had already arrived.
Of course, in the endless yellow sand... not even one good person came here on his own.
Some sat on huge elephants, some sat in sedan chairs carried by giants, and some were in huge desert boats...
But without exception, none of their vehicles could enter even the second ring. Holy Spring City didn't have an elevator like the Theocracy... The only way to reach the higher rings here was to simply walk up the spiraling stone, lead, and golden stairs.
Because if you want to climb the tower, you must first walk to the waterfall - or inside the water curtain. Therefore, for ordinary people in the Sabbath, being able to slowly walk up in a place filled with fresh water vapor is undoubtedly a gift and a baptism of the soul.
But for the good masters, it was simply a daydream to ask them to trek up such high and long stairs with other untouchables.
Although they responded to the call and came here, it was because they had to deal with the Tail Ring Ceremony together!
But I don’t really have to surrender to Aymar Nur!
If they obeyed this show of force, they would appear to be half as weak as Aymar. Therefore, they were all stuck at the entrance, facing the priests who came to greet them.
At this moment, the sounds of praise and kneeling came from afar.
The benevolent leaders of other city-states all turned their eyes over.
——Then they saw Leviathan pulling a dragon chariot.
The good masters are all forbidden mages, and their knowledge level is actually quite high, so they must know the prophecies recorded in the Book of Rest.
Therefore, when seeing the "Indigo King" appear here, these high and mighty benevolent masters all showed expressions of astonishment or disbelief.
...What's going on?
Their first thought was that a colleague had purchased a rare dragon beast from the goblins. Perhaps it was a legacy of the beast's owner, or perhaps it was a mutated dragon impersonating the "Indigo King"...
At this moment, Leviathan shook his body proudly.
She let out an earth-shaking roar, spread her wings, and flew straight into the sky, dragging two beams of green flames!
In an instant, Aiwass flew over two layers of waterfalls and reached the third ring at a higher level, accompanied by people's exclamations.
When the dragon carriage travels high in the sky, the silver-white outer wall of the carriage reflects the sun's rays, turning it into a brilliant golden color.
——Even when Aziz saw the dragon chariot descending like the sun, his mind went blank for a moment.
He was born a freeman, so of course he could read... and he had definitely read the book "Rest".
In a sense, the "Indigo King" is a declaration of "savior" - just like Lancelot's sword means to the people of Avalon and Valentine I's alchemical notebook means to the people of Star Antimony.
No matter which benevolent leader finds the legendary Indigo King, it will inevitably mean political chaos!
After a brief moment of shock, Aziz's mind began to work rapidly:
He immediately judged that Aymar Nur might not be able to become the new monarch of Parthia.
If the person before him is the prophesied savior... then if he stands firmly beside Aimaer Nur, he will become an old force that is attacked and destroyed; but if he shows his devout obedience before the other party reveals his brilliance, then he will be a timely helper and one of the very few sharp-eyed people who can recognize the true king.
On the other hand, if the person before him wasn't the savior, then at least a benevolent master of high status, then if he imitated the others and knelt down to worship, at most he would be laughed at and called foolish, and he could even defile himself to avoid suspicion...
If you obey, you will gain many benefits if you succeed, and you will only be laughed at if you fail;
If you resist, even if you succeed, you will not benefit, and if you fail, you will be destroyed together.
It is obvious what he is going to do.
The Third Ring was no longer as humble as the First Ring, so those who came and went were somewhat proud. No one knelt to greet the Indigo King, but instead, many cast glances of astonishment and suspicion.
But before the dragon carriage landed, Aziz prostrated himself on his knees, performing a humble and pious gesture.
Aziz cried out, "Savior! I want to kiss the ground where you walk!"
The distinguished guest sitting behind the dragon carriage didn't see him at all.
But as if he had heard his cry, a young man suddenly shouted from inside the carriage: "Stop, Leviathan."
—Leviathan?
Aziz's eyes lit up and he remembered the name of the dragon beast.
He immediately raised his head and praised clearly in a high and resonant voice: "Great and magnificent Leviathan, the prophesied Indigo King! Please pause your noble steps, please let me kneel down and sip the blood-sweet shadow of our Savior!"
After Aziz finished praising, he placed his cane upright at his side, without avoiding the surprised or stunned looks of the people around him. He bowed deeply and prostrated himself on the side of the dragon carriage.
Hearing this, the carriage suddenly fell silent for a moment, and there seemed to be whispers.
If Aziz used his excellent hearing as a superhuman, he would be able to easily hear the conversation.
——However, Aziz chose “not to listen” to prove his fairness and purity.
Even though it was almost impossible to tell with the naked eye whether he was listening carefully, Aziz always prepared all the details in advance instead of expecting the other party to understand every detail of his speech.
It's just pretending to be good.
He has been using this technique since he was a kid. It costs nothing at all.
If playing nice also has a skill assessment, then he can at least be considered a master in this business.
While the Third Circle was far from being "common," Aziz was certainly not a likable figure within it. While most people possessed genuine talent or a truly noble status, those who climbed the ladder by flattery and maneuvering were loathed, rejected, and shunned.
The Parthians were much more aggressive than the Avalonians - when the Avalonians saw someone they disliked, they would generally just walk around him or at most exchange a few sarcastic remarks when they met.
But the Parthians were not like that. If they truly disliked someone, regardless of whether that person had offended them or not, they would simply hire a curse caster, assassin, or pharmacist to kill them first.
A remote commission, even a commission to kill someone... As long as it is handled well, it will be impossible to find out who did it.
In this situation, killings were common simply because one was unhappy with the way things were done. The Parthians rarely held grudges, as they would avenge their grievances immediately.
If Aziz didn't have this luxurious equipment, he would have died countless times.
Finally, a cautious voice came from the carriage: "What's your name?"
It was not the voice of the young man from before, but the voice of a young woman.
——This is recognition!
Aziz cheered up and thought that he had finally made it.
No matter whether the other party can remember your name or not, as long as they can say your name, you win!
So Aziz said his name loudly and clearly without hesitation, proudly:
"Aziz bin Abdul, the Left Master of Ceremonies of the Holy Spring City! The Savior of the Desert—this is my name, my identity! Please give me blood and wine sweeter than honey!"
(End of this chapter)
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