Chapter 87 13. Can I Pat Your Belly? (Please share your thoughts on this chapter.)
The road leading to the observatory at the top of the Southern Star Pyramid is a combination of stairs and ramps. It is easier to walk on the ramp, but the distance between the steps is not very suitable for Duruchi, so he really has to climb.
The team walked and stopped, spending most of the time waiting for Walter. The wound on his leg began to bleed again. After Genevieve treated his wound, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. There was no reason to retreat since he was halfway there.
Finally, they reached the observatory at the top before nightfall. This time, no crows appeared on Dax's shoulder. He once again reminded the Duruchi of their precautions and then walked in. Led by the two brothers, Chupakoko, the group walked through a long corridor. On both sides of the corridor stood a large group of Skink Priests, their heads tilted and their hisses and clatters chattering. Dax could understand what they were saying.
Genevieve followed Drucci's team and looked around curiously. She found that these elven nobles knew how to perform noble etiquette, but then she was attracted by the things on the carriage in front of her.
"Oh my God, is this a toad? A toad with ornaments and a crown? There are such big toads in this world?" Genevieve exclaimed in surprise in her mind, but the centenarian old woman who had seen many storms and waves was not so sure as to shout out loud. Besides, Daquus had already seriously warned her of the consequences.
The Drukis were also surprised, but only to a certain extent.
You know what, this Master Ma is really good-looking. Even Daxus was surprised when he saw him. Although he had seen him before, that time and time again was completely different from this time. He even wanted to go up and pat Master Ma on the belly.
When Mazdamudi saw Darkius, yellow light suddenly appeared in his two green eyes. He finally understood what the previous omen was. It was this hot-blooded man in front of him!
The Chupa-Koko brothers walked around the pool and jumped over to drive away the two Skink Priests who were fanning Mazdamuddi. The two brothers took up their large fans and began to fan diligently.
Dax walked to the edge of the pool and performed the elegant Duruchi nobleman's formalities. He then said, "Greetings, respected Lord Mazdamundi. I have come to see you at the direction of the Ancient Ones. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dax Hellbane, and I am a Duruchi."
After these words were spoken, there was silence in the observatory for a few seconds, and then the Skink Priests began to hiss and chatter again, because they all understood what Dacreus said, and they were all discussing and confirming why they could understand what Dacreus said.
"I can actually understand what he said!"
"Me too, I thought I just woke up."
"Wait, what did he say? The Ancient Saint!?"
The Skink Priests were discussing here. Mazdamundi's eyes were still glowing yellow as he looked at Dacreus. Dacreus also stood there looking at Mazdamundi.
The Slann, the Old Ones' favored servants, possess great wisdom and magical abilities, commanding the revered ranks of the Lizardmen as their magic priests. These toad-like creatures can raze cities to the ground, engulf their enemies in flames, or tear the ground apart with a single snap of their fingers.
The Shilan see the world differently from mortals. Their orderly consciousness has no time to rest, and they are always explaining profound problems and pondering the true meaning of the universe. They may sit quietly on their carriages or meditate in the observatory, and may look like they are asleep or dead.
The Slann's meditation can be so deep that even vital signs are difficult to detect. Their breathing becomes shallow and subtle, and their eyes become empty and dull. However, the Slann's acumen far surpasses that of ordinary people. They possess a perception that can penetrate magic and detect every trace of disharmony brought about by the invasion of Chaos.
After staring at each other for about ten minutes, Mazdamundi finally spoke slowly. He said in a low voice, "Although it is very weak, almost imperceptible, you do bear the mark of the Ancient Ones."
After hearing the word "mark," Darkius's intense desire to perform erupted, and he began to act like a madman. He stretched out his arms and spun in a circle. After turning, he looked at Mazdamundi and asked, "So, esteemed Lord Mazdamundi, am I part of the grand plan? Can I, Darkius, contribute to the grand plan?"
The yellow light in Mazdamundi's eyes grew even more intense. The Chupakoko brothers stopped fanning themselves and stared blankly at Darkus, as did the Skink Priests lining the aisle.
The observatory suddenly became noisy, and the Skink Priests began to discuss, even louder than before.
Dacius knew only the term "Grand Plan," but what it conveyed was empty, as hollow as a slogan, illusory and illusory. If the Grand Plan was to be carried out according to the ancient sages' plan, a correct explanation was essential, and in his eyes, this statement was as good as nothing. Better to be idealistic, just do it first, and then, when it was done, declare it the Grand Plan.
A moment later, Darkus and Mazdamuddi vanished from the spot they had been standing. The Druks looked at each other in bewilderment. Flanneth then decisively declared, "Stay where you are, remain calm, and wait for the Master to return."
Daxus was teleported to the divination pool. He glanced at the blessed water in the pool. Mazdamundi floated up directly from the carriage and floated in mid-air towards the pool. He looked at Mazdamundi in surprise.
"Master Ma, are you inviting me to take a bath with you? Do you want me to rub his back? But I don't have a bath towel."
Mazdamuddi was already soaking in the pool and looking at Darkus.
"Respected Lord Mazdamuddi, you can directly use magic to communicate. I should be able to understand."
"You can come down if you want."
This time, Darkus was shocked. Wasn't this horse master supposedly a bit prejudiced against warm-bloods? But being the outgoing man he was, he didn't care. He simply dipped his hand into the pool to test the water's temperature, confirming it was acceptable. Then he began to remove his noble robes and kaitan. Ten days of trekking through the jungle from Skogi had really worn him down.
Daxus soaked in the divination pool. The water in the pool was blessed, and it was particularly comfortable and pleasant to soak in it. It would be even better if there was a glass of iced wine at this time.
Mazdamudi just kept looking at Dacus. He didn't understand why he suddenly invited this strange, warm-blooded person to take a bath together. Perhaps this was also part of a larger plan? He waved his hand, and Dacus felt as if he was blocking something.
"Why do you, a hot-blooded person, have the mark of an ancient saint on your body?"
"Blessing of the Ancients? Son of the Ancients? I don't know either." Daquus said, spreading his hands.
Mazdamuddi slowly shook his head. "It's not a blessing, it's a mark!"