The sandstorm lasted for most of the night, and it only stopped when the sky was about to turn bright. Lu Zhiyu followed the caravan from the Pusuote clan in the Batko region, and it took them nearly ten days to get out of the desert.
It took Lu Zhiyu and the Rosa Blanc caravan more than a month to leave the Great Jaffra Desert, which was full of yellow sand and dead silence, and arrived at the border of the Batko region.
Small oases began to appear around them, and large areas of jujube trees that looked like palm trees appeared in front of them. They also began to see more and more ordinary people in the Batko region. The men and women here either wore simple gowns that looked like a piece of leather draped over their bodies, or wore blouses with short sleeves and long skirts. There were also unique clothes that were separated from the top and bottom, revealing their thighs and navels.
When the Rose White Caravan's people rode their camels through these small oases and villages, those sexy exotic beauties with bare thighs were throwing flirtatious glances at the men in the caravan. The guards all straightened their backs. Those sexy exotic beauties made them swallow their saliva uncontrollably, showing their most heroic side.
Lu Zhiyu paid attention to the people of the Batko region. Compared to the people of the Western world, the people of Batko were darker skinned, and most of them had very streamlined bodies. It was not only because of the lack of food, but also because most of the people at the bottom of the food chain couldn't fill their stomachs.
It was also because when Lu Zhiyu had created them, the human genetic model was loaded with different talents from that of the West. Coupled with the long-term isolation from the West, they had formed a very different race from the Crete Empire, the Rosa d 'Oro, and the Mara Kingdom.
"Look, that's the city of Pusuote. Our Pusuote tribe is the largest tribe in this area. We have large pastures and the Hashe River. We rule the entire place where the Hashe River flows through. We are the most powerful clan in the vicinity!" Anke pointed to the city in the distance.
The city walls were made of yellow rammed earth, and the buildings inside were made of a mixture of earth and stone. Some large buildings were made of stone, and the houses of ordinary people were made of mud. There were few wooden houses like those in the West. It was full of the unique style of the Batko Empire.
Anke was the middle-aged man with short hair and the leader of the caravan. He was a noble from the Pusuote clan. Most of the people in his caravan were soldiers, while the rest were slaves.
As the caravan entered the city of Pusuote, they could see a large number of pedestrians and camel teams shuttling through the city. On both sides of the streets, there were many merchants selling pots, gold and silver wares, fruits, dates, and salt. Today was the monthly market, so the city looked to be very lively. The sounds of bargaining and hawking could be heard all the time.
"Mr. Randhir, we will stop here. After we complete our trade here, we will go to the next city and return to the Church of Light in the West. Would you like to come back with us?" Grumman, the owner of the Rosa White Caravan, asked Lu Zhiyu.
Lu Zhiyu got off the horse and let it drink water from the trough. He stroked its neck and said, "No, I may stay here for a long time!"
Lu Zhiyu was going to live in Batko, the Desert Empire, for a while. He found that he liked the unique style and smell here. Compared to doing experiments in the cold laboratory, he now preferred to be close to people. Even looking at the bustling city made him feel comfortable. Compared to gods, Lu Zhiyu preferred to call himself an explorer of life evolution.
He would gradually complete the divine system here, as well as improve the details of his level eight mythical wizard, as well as the complete development of the mid-level mythical creature, the Lord of Dreams.
In addition, Lu Zhiyu also wanted to gradually improve the development of mechanical alchemy with Eva. In the wizard tower library, Pyros had collected a large number of ideas and new witchcraft about the new generation of wizards. Lu Zhiyu would also organize and read them. Although these wizards' levels were low, some of their creative ideas would give Lu Zhiyu unexpected inspiration.
At this time, the little slave, Cetisius, stood behind Lu Zhiyu and said respectfully, "My master, Anke Pusuote Hulu, would like to invite you into his castle in the city. Please give us this honor."
From the beginning, Anke seemed to be a little afraid of Lu Zhiyu. He didn't even dare to talk to Lu Zhiyu. When they talked, he relied on Cetisius to pass the message. Pusuote was his surname, and Hulu was his fief, which was located in a small village in the area controlled by the Pusuote tribe.
Lu Zhiyu turned his head and looked at Anke. Anke bowed to Lu Zhiyu, then approached him and spoke to Lu Zhiyu for the first time. "Dear messenger, I hope you can accept my hospitality. This would be our honor!"
Lu Zhiyu thought about it for a moment, then bowed his head and agreed. Anke's face immediately showed ecstasy. The Pusuote tribe was a tribe that believed in the god of the desert, as well as a lot of ancestor worship and other gods.
In the city of Pusuote, there were many temples, and the priests of these temples had great power in the city. In the Batko area, the three classes of tribal leaders, priests, and nobles formed a special ruling body in Batko.
"Thank you, your humble servant has already made preparations and awaited your arrival!"
The structure of Anke's castle was similar to that of the castle in Crete, but it was much lower. It had only three floors and was made of mud. In addition to the temples, this was also the main style of the Batko area.
Inside the castle, a large number of soldiers and slaves were busy unloading goods. Anke arranged for Lu Zhiyu and Eva to live in the master's room on the top floor. The spacious upper floor had a bathroom, a living room, and a bedroom. Several Batko maids with bronze skin opened the windows, and they could see the scenery of Pusuote from above.
From this angle, the buildings in the city were undulating, with stone and mud buildings intertwined. Temples and round towers appeared in front of them. People came and went, enjoying the Batko style of the entire city of Pusuote.
"Hee hee!"
After Lu Zhiyu took a bath, several maids helped him change into the white clothes of Batko, which looked like a loose priest's robe. Lu Zhiyu thought it was quite interesting. However, the Batko maids who helped Lu Zhiyu changed his clothes were very bold. While they were helping him change his clothes, one of them secretly touched Lu Zhiyu's chest with a blush on her face, which made Eva snort in dissatisfaction.
Whether it was the West or Batko, the nobles did not undertake manual labor, including changing clothes, bathing, and putting on shoes. These were all done by slaves and servants.
In the evening, Anke devoutly sent food and basic books about the temple of the God of the Desert. It seemed that Anke really regarded Lu Zhiyu as a messenger of the God. However, Anke also had his own thoughts, which Lu Zhiyu didn't care about.
"This God of the Desert," Lu Zhiyu said. "This God of the Desert is full of western style, but with a bit of local flavor. I guess it was founded by a religious reform that escaped from the West. It seems to be doing well." He was chatting with Eva as he flipped through the books.
Eva didn't say anything. Lu Zhiyu closed the book and looked at Eva. "I didn't expect you to be jealous and angry. It seems that emotions don't just come from the body, but also from memories and experiences."
Eva sat there and said, "Eva is not angry. I just feel that those human women do not respect you, master!"
Lu Zhiyu laughed and did not say anything else. "It looks like Pusuote is not bad. Let's stay here for a while."
At this moment, in the city of Pusuote, the rumors about the messengers of the gods spread as the Anke caravan returned. The miraculous scene that had happened in the desert had spread throughout the entire city of Pusuote.
The sudden appearance of a huge stone castle in the middle of the desert, surrounded by a wall that was several kilometers long, and the slave Cetisius, who could suddenly speak and hear, were all proof of this. With the return of other caravans that had been stationed in the stone castle, the legend of Cetisius being an oracle was completely confirmed in the city.
Everyone was talking about this matter, including civilians, slaves, merchants, and nobles. Then, the high priest of the temple of the God of the Desert and the leader of the Pusuote clan heard about it.
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