Amon pushed away the person next to him and shook his head, "No, it's not an accident. I took the whip for this miner. Lord John, the emissary of the Shrine you were talking about should be me, right? All the parangons for this season have been handed over. I didn't order the miners to mine more. What do you mean by that? Did I ask you to whip these people? If that's the case, you should have whipped me instead. "
John was embarrassed by Amon's rudeness. But he was the one who hurt the emissary, so he apologized, "Mr. Amon, please don't blame me. I'm just angry at these dirty miners. This man just destroyed the precious ores that they have worked so hard to mine. As for your arrival, I just wanted to remind them to work harder. "
Amon's face was still dark. He said in a reproachful tone, "Mining parangons is not guaranteed to be 100% successful. It's normal to damage one ore occasionally. Why are you so angry?"
John waved his hand and pointed to the miners around him, "Mr. Emissary, I'm afraid you don't know this. These people are the slaves of the Pharaoh. They come from the town of Duc in the Hittite Kingdom. Duc is a place detested by the gods. They are cursed and exiled by the gods. Their people, their ancestors, are dirty miners who have been enslaved by the gods for generations. It's their honor to be whipped by me personally. "
Amon's expression had gradually calmed down, but when he heard this, he suddenly blushed again. His eyes were dark and sharp. He stared at John and said coldly, "In that case, it's also my honor to be whipped by you."
John's hair stood on end under Amon's stare. He replied in confusion, "Mr. Amon, although you are not a noble, you are still an emissary of the Shrine. How can you compare to these abandoned people of Duc?"
Amon said, "Lord John, you have lost your mind. I am a sixth-level warrior. Even my strong muscles and bones were hurt by your whip. How can this thin miner bear it? If you had whipped him, you might have killed him. They are not sinners. They are craftsmen who mine parangons for the Shrine. Their skills should be respected. What right do you have to say what you just said? "
Maria had sent Amon to inspect Mount Horeb. The descendants of Duc were here. He didn't know what was going on, but John's words had aroused Amon's uncontrollable anger. John was not only cursing the miners, but also Amon's clansmen and ancestors, including his dead father. After all, he was only a child less than eighteen years old. How could he bear it?
However, Hardedef did not know Amon's background. Amon's actions seemed to be deliberately provoking and finding fault in front of everyone. At this moment, he was also angered. He coldly snorted and said, "Mister Amon, you are the one who deliberately stood under my whip. I am also a sixth-level warrior. You can't take my whip, but you blame me for hurting you? How did you get hurt? You should ask yourself, why didn't you learn martial arts better? What you said just now is very disrespectful to a noble of the Empire. "
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The attendants didn't know what to say. They all knew John's temper. He was impulsive, irritable, and easily angered. Once he was angry, he would be very violent to his subordinates and the slaves in the mine. These miners served the Pharaoh and were also valuable resources. Pharaoh had ordered that they were not to be harmed at will.
But for some reason, Captain John flew into a rage today and lashed out with such a whip. If the whip really landed on Moses, there would be serious consequences. Although he wouldn't have to pay with his life, he would definitely be punished and reprimanded. He had caused a similar disaster in Montefiore, which was why he was sent to Mount Horeb. But old habits were hard to change.
Amon didn't know about this. He was also filled with anger. Without a word, he turned around and snatched the hammer from Moses's hand. He slowly walked around the hall and came to each workbench and struck with the hammer. When he turned around, everyone was dumbfounded. This was because this special envoy had actually opened all the ore cores on the anvil.
With every strike of the hammer, the hard shells of the ores turned into white sand and fell off. More than thirty parangons were undamaged in front of everyone. What a miraculous skill! Amon didn't use a staff like mages. Instead, he held a hammer in his hand. There was no need for further explanation. Everyone had already guessed the identity of this envoy, and even the miners were stupefied.
In a short while, more than thirty parangons were mined, and none of them were damaged. It was quite a strenuous task for Amon. He walked back to John. His forehead was covered with sweat and the veins on his arm were throbbing. He said coldly, "Did you see that? I am also a miner from Duc. I want to ask you, what right do you have to say those words and insult this skill?
You have insulted my people, my ancestors, my late father, and my respected teacher. Noble warrior, I will now formally challenge you to a duel. According to the laws of the Empire of Eygut, this duel must be approved by you. As a commoner, I challenge a noble to a duel, and I will bear the consequences. Lord John, you just asked me why I don't have a better way to learn martial arts. Please grant my request and let us know what real martial arts are. "
The laws of the Empire of Eygut stipulated that duels between warriors could be challenged to a duel under certain circumstances. Amon's situation was one of them. The duel must be witnessed by a notary, and the other party could refuse. Even if the noble agreed to a duel between a commoner and a noble, if the commoner hurt the noble, he would still be punished. Such a law might seem unfair, but the status of a noble and a commoner was not equal in the first place. This law at least provided a way for the commoner to take revenge first and bear the consequences later.
Amon challenged Hardedef to a duel. His act of mining more than thirty parangons in a row had dissipated most of the anger in his heart. Now he looked at Hardedef with a sneer. John would never refuse. He was completely enraged by Amon. He pointed to the door and said, "Let's duel outside. You can choose the weapon you are good at."
Amon shook his head, "I don't need any weapon. I only need this hammer." His contemptuous tone made John even more furious.
The two walked out of the door side by side. Their attendants could not stop them. At this moment, Pawara rushed in with his staff in hand. He grabbed one of them with each hand and tried to persuade them, "Warriors, why are you dueling for these lowly miners? Stop it quickly. It will be a disaster no matter who is injured. "
When Pawara heard that Amon was injured, he immediately rushed to the door. He did not know the details of the duel. When he saw the two warriors about to duel, he hurried to stop them. Hardedef replied with a straight face, "As a noble warrior, I have already agreed to Mr. Amon's request for a duel. Unless he asks to withdraw from the duel, I will not go back on my word."
Amon pushed Pawara away and said, "My lord, I grew up in Duc. I am a lowly miner. He insulted my people and my ancestors, so I asked for a duel. But don't worry, I will only defeat him. I will not hurt him in the duel. You came just in time. You can be the notary of the duel. "
Pawara stamped his foot. He wanted to slap himself. He came in such a hurry that he didn't know the situation clearly. Wasn't he just adding fuel to the fire? When he turned around, the two warriors were already standing opposite each other in the open space outside the door. John took out a heavy broadsword and Amon held his hammer. The duel was unstoppable.
Pawara had no choice but to stand in front of the door as a notary. He held his staff and was ready to cast magic at any time. If either of the duel was in danger, he would intervene immediately to avoid any irreparable consequences. At the same time, he was anxiously thinking about how to suppress this matter. He wanted to finish it quietly in Mount Horeb and not let the Temple of Isis know about it.
Suddenly, Amon urged him, "Lord Pawara, why haven't you started?"
Pawara finally realized that he had been in a daze. He raised his staff and signaled the start of the duel. Hardedef's figure shot out like an arrow from a bow towards Amon, who was more than ten steps away. He raised the broadsword in his hand high, the blade glowing brightly. He didn't slash with the tip of the sword. Instead, he used the spine of the sword to hit Amon's shoulder that was holding the hammer.
This man wasn't completely brainless. Although it was a duel, he just wanted to beat Amon to the ground and teach him a lesson. This sword strike was much more ferocious than the whip strike from before. Its speed and strength were both pushed to the limit. The onlooking warriors all gasped in surprise. John was still standing a dozen steps away, but in the blink of an eye, his sword had hit Amon's shoulder.
The gasps turned into cries of surprise, but the cries were covered by a long, loud noise. Amon didn't move at all. He saw John's sword break into two and fly away. John also knelt on one knee in front of Amon with the hammer on his shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, he could have crushed John's head like a miner, but Amon didn't kill him.
Only a few people saw what happened. John was fast, but Amon was faster. He was faster than John could react. When Hardedef rushed in front of Amon, the hammer in Amon's hand turned into a shadow and hit Hardedef's left knee before his sword could even land. John's legs went soft and he knelt on the ground. His sword had already fallen.
Amon swung his hammer a second time in a short period of time and blocked the sword on his shoulder. There was a deafening noise and the light on the sword was shattered. John couldn't hold his sword. The heavy broadsword flew out of his hand and trembled in the air. Suddenly, it broke into two pieces. Amon turned his wrist and put the hammer on John's shoulder.
Pawara shouted, "The duel is over! Amon wins!"
John, who was kneeling on the ground, was sweating. No one knew better than him how terrifying Amon's attack was. When he rushed over, he saw Amon swing his hammer. Although he wanted to block it, he couldn't react in time. When the hammer hit his knee, he thought that his leg was going to be crippled. But it felt strange. There was no pain. Instead, a strange shock spread all over his body. His legs went soft and he knelt on the ground.
Then, Amon swung his hammer upward and hit the broadsword. The sword shook so violently that John couldn't hold it. After the sword flew out, the force of the shock continued and broke the heavy broadsword in midair. Hardedef had a feeling that the hammer in his opponent's hand could kill or injure him in a split second. Even Pawara wouldn't be able to stop it.
A moment ago, Hardedef was still filled with anger, but now he felt a chill run down his spine. Amon said calmly, "This is the technique of Duc. It can open the core of the ore without damaging the parangons. It can also disperse your power and leave you unscathed. God bless me, I did a good job in controlling it. I didn't hurt you. Lord John, do you want to give up? Or do you want to fight again? "
Pawara walked over and said, "No need. I'm the judge. John has lost this duel."
Hardedef, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly bowed his head and said, "Mister Amon, I admit defeat." Even though he was also a sixth-level warrior, he didn't even have the strength to fight back in front of Amon. Although this warrior was irascible, his impulses came and went quickly. At this moment, he didn't have any temper at all.
It seemed that Amon was still angry. He turned to Pawara and said, "Since this warrior has given up, he should repent and apologize for his words and actions."
Pawara was about to persuade John to give up, but John nodded and said, "I apologize. I take back what I said just now. I apologize to all those who were insulted by me and make up for my behavior. Someone, give me that whip. I'll return it to you. "
A subordinate brought the whip. John handed it to Amon with both hands. Pawara's face darkened. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he stepped aside. John took a few steps back and turned around. Amon didn't hesitate. He took the whip and lashed it at John. John was not wearing any armor. The whip split his clothes and left a bloody mark on his skin. The whip was neither light nor heavy, just like the one Amon suffered.
Pawara walked over and said, "Alright, alright. Warriors, everything has been settled. No discord, no concord. We can all become friends."
Amon threw the whip away and said, "Sirs, can we find a place to talk in private? I have something to ask in private. "
… …
After the duel, they calmed down and could finally speak calmly. Amon and John's backs were covered with ointment. In fact, it was only a superficial wound. Pawara also used healing magic on them.
As the supervisor of Mount Horeb, Pawara only wanted to be a peacemaker. He ordered his men to serve good wine and food, and talked to Amon with a smile. As for John, he was his subordinate, so his tone was naturally stricter. He scolded, "John, you have to thank Mister Amon. Those miners are the slaves of the Pharaoh. There are orders not to hurt them. How can you forget everything when you're angry? The young man named Moses is their leader. If you really kill him, you will be severely punished. Amon actually saved you today. "
Amon interrupted him, "Lord Pawara, I'm also a Duc miner. But I'm curious. How did the descendants of Duc come to Mount Horeb?"
Pawara replied awkwardly, "I don't know. They were sent here by the guards of the Cape States, and also by the order of the Pharaoh … Please forgive me. I don't know your origin. I'm just very curious. How did Mister Amon also come from Duc? "
Amon replied indifferently, "Haven't you heard? The Gods' Tear inlaid on the Adoratrice's staff was mined by me. I was exiled as a punishment for offering the Gods' Tear to the goddess Isis. But because of this, I escaped a catastrophic flood. "
John was surprised, "You're the one who mined the Gods' Tear? No wonder the Adoratrice gave me a special favor. The skills of Duc's miners are indeed not to be underestimated. It defeated me. Please forgive my recklessness. "
Amon could have ended the matter satisfactorily with a few more words. But he shook his head with a sullen face, "Lord John, your recklessness and impulsiveness are a disaster. Not only did you violate the order of the Pharaoh and hurt the miners for no reason, but you also have another dangerous tendency, which means a more serious crime. Have you realized it?"
John was startled. He asked in confusion, "What did I do, Mister Amon?"
Amon asked coldly, "Which god do you worship?"
John answered straightforwardly, "Of course, the great patron of the Empire of Eygut, Horus, and the Adoratrice, Isis …" He named a series of gods.
When he finished, Amon asked unhurriedly, "Today, you said that the miners were cursed and exiled by the gods. Which gods are you referring to?"
John was stunned. Pawara, however, realized that something was wrong. He bit the bullet and replied, "It was just a casual remark. Mister Amon, please don't pursue it."
Amon, however, did not let go of the topic. He turned to Pawara and asked, "Captain John, I don't know. But you are a mage, so you should know. I'm not pursuing it. I just want to make things clear. Please answer me. "
Pawara broke out in a cold sweat. He had no choice but to answer, "It's the gods of Anunnaki, the gods of Hittite, Bablon and Assyr. In fact, I don't know much about the legend of the miners in Duc. I've only heard people talking about it by chance. "
Amon turned to John with a straight face and said, "You curse the people around you with the gods of a foreign country. Are you trying to betray your faith or commit treason? To tell you the truth, I sacrificed the Gods' Tear to the goddess Isis. That's why I was exiled by the cities of Hittite. Is this also a crime for you? "
Amon's calm words were heavier than the powerful hammer just now. John, who had just calmed down, could no longer sit still. He hurriedly got up and knelt down, "Mister Amon, this is my mistake. I will never say the same thing again."
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