George must have seen Amon reading the books in secret, but he pretended not to know and took away the sign, which scared Amon and secretly warned him. Amon was also wondering why he did that. Perhaps it was to give face to the Adoratrice. Although their positions were different, their situations were the same. They were both promoted by the Adoratrice and were on the same side in the Isis Shrine.
There was also another possibility. Idu knew that Amon had a batch of precious scrolls, so he seized the opportunity to extort him. Amon gave two scrolls to George as a test. However, judging from George's tone, he had no intention of pursuing the matter.
Amon was thinking about all kinds of possibilities. When he was about to leave, he suddenly heard George murmuring to himself while looking at the ceiling, "George is just a name I gave myself after I entered the Temple and made a vow in front of the goddess Isis. I used to be called Cerchilade. I don't want to mention it, and I hope no one will mention it again."
Amon was stunned and did not know what to say. He had heard of the name Cerchilade in Crazy 'Ole's message. Cerchilade was a friend Nietzsche met when he traveled to the Empire of Eygut. He was also a sorcerer. At that time, he lived in the suburbs of Herak. When he met Nietzsche, he was only a fifth-level sorcerer. As a supreme sorcerer, Nietzsche gave Cerchilade many pointers.
Cerchilade swore to repay Nietzsche. That was why Nietzsche mentioned his name in his message. Cerchilade came to the Temple of Isis twenty years ago and changed his name to George. That was more than ten years after Bair's death. At that time, he had already become a supreme mage. Crazy 'Ole did not know about this, so the Terroculus did not mention it.
When a sorcerer became a supreme sorcerer, his situation would change subtly. As long as he was loyal to the Temple, he would get another identity. When Cerchilade came to the Temple of Isis, he became an honorary high priest. He even changed his name. His past experiences had long disappeared in all kinds of records. There was only the supreme mage George in the world. Twenty years later, by coincidence, he not only became a high priest, but also saw Crazy 'Ole's token.
George hinted to Amon that he knew the origin of the token. At the same time, he warned Amon not to mention it again. This was a tacit secret between them. It had been more than forty years since Crazy 'Ole and Cerchilade met. Twenty years had passed since Cerchilade came to the Temple of Isis and became the supreme mage George. The past had long become a dust-covered secret.
Amon stood there in silence. George turned his head to look at him and said with a faint smile, "You have become an honorary warrior of the Temple of Isis. It is very likely that you will become a supreme warrior in the future. This is enough to change your life. But in the Temple of Isis, you must obey everything here. You must not offend or blaspheme the gods. Maybe I am overthinking. Your behavior at the blessing ceremony that day is enough to prove your loyalty. "
Amon hurriedly nodded and said, "Honorable High Priest, I will remember your words."
George said kindly, "It's good that you remember. I didn't expect you to be a warrior. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me. I will be happy to help you as long as it does not violate the rules of the temple. … I don't want to read this book anymore. I don't want to mention many things in the past. You can take it back. "
Amon took the order and left. George did not even open the box. The book was sent back. George did this as a way of repaying Crazy 'Ole's kindness. The supreme mage was not a man who would break his promise. But the situation was different now. He warned Amon not to mention the past again, nor to take out the token easily.
Amon was scared. In a place like the Temple of Isis, as long as there was a flaw, it would be discovered sooner or later. Fortunately, he met George this time. It was scary but not dangerous. It was all thanks to Crazy 'Ole's kindness. Being discovered seemed inevitable, but meeting George was an accident. In fact, Crazy 'Ole's message also mentioned the original high priest, Julien. But in front of Julien, Amon would never dare to take out the token. It would only make him die faster.
He must be careful in the future. He could not just believe in luck. Before he became a supreme warrior and was allowed to read the hieroglyphs, Amon would not read anything he was not supposed to read. Intentionally or unintentionally, George pointed out one thing to Amon. The gray nameless scroll was the legendary Tiamat's Wrath. It was probably the only Tiamat's Wrath in the world.
After handing over the Archives, Amon left the Temple and went to Sio's house. He made a request to Sio that he had long wanted to make — to buy the slave Aesop. Of course, Sio was reluctant to sell such a capable slave, but he could not refuse Amon's request. Moreover, the price Amon offered was too astonishing. He put ten parangons on the table.
This was by no means the price of a slave. When Amon rescued Sio in the desert and escorted Sio safely to the Cape States, he was also paid ten parangons. Now he had returned the money in the name of buying Aesop.
Sio was shocked. Of course, he did not dare to accept the money. He agreed to give Aesop to Amon on the spot. Amon smiled and insisted that Sio accept the parangons. After a long time, Sio had to accept the parangons. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly ordered someone to call Aesop and said, "Mr. Amon has bought you. In the future, you must listen to Mr. Amon and serve him."
Before leaving, Amon left Sio a scroll and specifically told him, "Read this scroll carefully. If there is anything you don't understand, you can pay someone to explain it to you. Don't you want to be a noble? There may be a chance in the future. The things in this book will be very important. I borrowed this from the Archives of Isis. You must take good care of it. I'm going on a long trip. Return it to me when I come back. "
The content of the book mainly talked about transportation. Sihathor was a businessman who did cross-border trade, so he was naturally an expert in organizing caravans. However, the book also talked about the organization, scheduling, and supply of military logistics, as well as the transportation of military formations. Sio did not understand why Amon wanted him to read this, but since he had instructed him to, he would keep it and read it slowly. The book was the collection of the Temple of Isis. In Sio's mind, it added a mysterious and noble atmosphere. He had to put it away.
When Amon walked out with the newly bought slave, Aesop asked, "Master Amon, why did you buy me? You bought me for the same amount of money that Master Sihathor paid you to thank you for saving his life. Why is that? "
Amon smiled and said, "Aesop, you are not lower than your master, including me. Although you are my slave, I can't restrict your freedom to look up at the stars. You have two choices. One is to continue to work for Master Sio and receive your salary. But you are only my slave in name. Two is that I have a friend who has a manor in Montefiore. He is not here all year round and needs a steward to take care of it. Are you willing to help me? "
Aesop bowed and said, "Master Amon, you really don't have to talk to me like this. I should listen to your orders, why would I not help you? It's just that ten parangons to buy a slave is too expensive. There is no need to spend this money. "
Amon laughed and said, "You got into the role very quickly. Well, in the future, if there is anything I need you to help me think about it. Come with me to the manor, I have a surprise for you. "
The surprise Amon was talking about was a blank document. As long as one wrote his name, he would have the identity of a free citizen of the Empire of Eygut. Amon used to have another similar document, but he wrote Allaha's name on it and used it. This time, in order to carry out the secret mission, the Temple gave him the same document. Amon did not need it himself, so he gave it to Aesop.
In the manor, Aesop held the document and knelt down for a long time without saying anything. When he raised his head, his face was full of tears. He choked and said, "Master Amon, I don't know how to repay you. Why do you give me such a precious thing?"
Amon shook his head and said, "It is of no use to me, but it can change your identity so that you will no longer be a slave. If you want to repay me, I know you are a very capable person, so I will leave this manor to you. When the master is not around, please take good care of it. I will also leave a sum of money for you to do business with. I don't know when I will be back. "
Aesop said, "Master, rest assured and go do your work. I will take care of everything here, so you don't need to worry."
Amon asked again, "Aesop, what name are you going to write on this?"
Aesop said, "Of course it will still be Aesop. It is my name."
Amon asked curiously, "Why not change your name so that no one can recognize you?"
Aesop replied, "This is the name my father gave me. I don't want to give it up. There are many people with the same name in the world. It doesn't matter if there is another free citizen named Aesop."
Amon nodded. "Then do as you wish, Mister Aesop."
Regardless of whether it was in the Eygut or the countries on the continent, masters could sell slaves and treat them well, but they had no right to give slaves freedom without permission. This was a law. Even if Amon bought Aesop, he couldn't make him a freedman. What he did now was a way of replacing Aesop with someone else, giving Aesop a new identity. He was no longer the same person as before. This was a gift that Aesop couldn't even dream of.
After handing the manor to Aesop, Amon also stored some of his personal belongings here. The hired servants also needed someone to manage them, and the fine wine and food that Schrödinger liked were prepared by someone every day. But after Amon and Medanzo left Montefiore, Schrödinger suddenly jumped out of the bushes beside the road and stopped in front of Amon, glaring at him.
Amon squatted down and said softly, "Schrödinger, I haven't seen you for a few days. I want to say hello but I don't know where to find you. Now I'm going back to Duc to carry out my task. You can have fun in Montefiore. I've arranged everything. "
The cat twisted its neck, raised its paw, and pointed at Amon's waist without making a sound. In the past, Amon always carried a large leather bag on his back when he left Duc. Schrödinger always hid in the bag to sleep. This time, Schrödinger didn't take the bag out. It seemed that he was not satisfied.
Amon tried to persuade him again, "You asked me to take you back to Eygut. You've come all the way here. You've been living a comfortable life in Montefiore. Why do you want to take risks with me? Why don't you just wait for me in the city?"
Schrödinger puffed his cheeks and didn't say anything. He didn't put down his paw either. Medanzo watched Amon talking to a cat in a soft voice. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. But he knew that the cat had a special relationship with Amon back in the barbarian tribe, so he didn't interrupt. Amon had no choice but to stand up. He waved the iron stick in his hand and took out a large leather bag out of thin air.
Schrödinger jumped onto the bag and dug the opening with his paw. Then he got in skillfully. Amon turned to Medanzo and said, "Go to the town ahead and buy more wine. Also, prepare a new batch of meat floss. I'll teach you how to use magic to process vegetables and meat so that they can be preserved for a long time and taste delicious."
Medanzo smiled and asked, "Amun, I've always seen you make a lot of things out of thin air. What kind of magic is that?"
Amon replied indifferently, "It's no big deal. It's just with the help of a spatial artifact. When you reach the sixth level, you'll be able to learn advanced spatial magic. I'll teach you how to use spatial artifacts. The more magic you have, the more space you can use magic. It's really convenient for many things. "
In the town ahead, they not only bought a lot of daily necessities, but also a carriage and two horses. Two men and a cat drove the carriage at an unhurried pace for a month and finally arrived at the border of Eygut. Along the way, Medanzo, in addition to reading the military books Amon gave him, used magic to process all kinds of secret food. It seemed like a trivial matter, but it was a kind of training to control one's power.
For example, to process a piece of fresh beef into jerky and retain its original flavor, one needed to use fire and water magic at the same time, and even simple spatial magic. The heat could not be wrong, otherwise the jerky would become tasteless freeze-dried or black charcoal. It might be fun to process a few pieces of meat, but it would be boring to do it for many days in a row. That was what Amon wanted Medanzo to do, to use magic in a mundane way.
When they arrived at the last town on the border of Eygut, Amon let Medanzo sell the carriage and the horses, and the two of them continued on foot. Puzzled, Medanzo asked, "We still have a long way to go to the lochia. Isn't it more convenient to take a carriage? Why do we have to walk?"
Amon smiled mysteriously, "You'll understand soon enough. Just walk like this. Don't be afraid of hardship. It's a necessary experience for you."
In front of them was the Syah Desert. They were traveling on the trade route between Eygut and Bablon. Only the two of them walked on foot. Medanzo was a fifth-level sorcerer and warrior, so it was not too hard for him to walk like this. A few days later, halfway through the trade route, Amon suddenly said, "Go north, directly to the town of Duc from here."
Medanzo asked again, "Aren't we going to Link's tribe?"
Amon nodded, "Yes, from Duc to the east, through the jungles of the Euphrate Valley, you can reach Link's tribe. That's how I went there."
Medanzo scratched the back of his head, "Amun, I suggest another route. From here to the Bablon Kingdom, along the east bank of the Euphrate River to the city of Kish. West of the town of Akkad we've been to before, there's a new ferry to cross the river and go directly to the mountains of the Euphrate Valley. It'll be more convenient to reach Link's tribe there.
Although it's a long detour, it'll be a smooth journey and faster. When we get to Link's tribe, we'll take Link and El Mar with us to explore the area around Duc. It'll be much safer this way. Didn't you say that there are many monsters in the desert and swamps? And it's not easy to pass through. Why give up the easy and seek the difficult? "
Amon shook his head, "Medanzo, do you know why I brought you along? This is your trial. If you want to pass the test of 'breaking through the limit', follow me to the north. If you want to be safer, follow the route you suggested. Go to Link's tribe first and wait for me. "
Medanzo smiled, "It's just a suggestion. You're the god who guides me. We can go however you want."
Amon looked at Medanzo with a meaningful smile, "Since you said so, you can't have any regrets. Let's make a deal first. If you encounter any trouble along the way, you'll be the first to act. If you can't handle it, I'll take action."
Medanzo nodded, "Of course. With me here, how can I trouble you, Amun?"
When they turned north and walked into the depths of the desert, Medanzo found that he was in trouble. Medanzo was not a pampered person. On the contrary, he could endure hardship very well. Otherwise, he would not have gone through the mountains to buy Damasc steel from Link's tribe. During this period of time, he was the chief steward of Montefiore and lived a comfortable life. But at this time, walking through the desert on foot did not feel tiring.
But there was always a limit to one's ability and will. Sometimes it was not that one did not want to persevere, but it was difficult to do so. Amon suddenly sped up through the desert. Medanzo had to do his best to keep up. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was huge. The scorching sun during the day was like a flame, and the cold air at night seemed to be able to freeze people. It was also abnormally dry.
Amon traveled day and night, regardless of the heat and cold. He used his iron staff to cast magic spells, and there was always a soft coolness wrapped around him. Schrödinger felt very comfortable in the leather bag, but Medanzo who followed behind was suffering. Amon only stopped twice a day. One time was to cook for Schrödinger, and he and Medanzo also ate their fill. The other time was to sit down at night to meditate and practice magic spells.
After walking for three days, Medanzo's will and physical strength were almost at their limits. But since he had said it, he could only grit his teeth and follow Amon closely. On the third night, the gods opened their eyes. After meditating and practicing magic spells, Amon said to Medanzo, "We won't hurry at night. You should have a good sleep today." He opened a tent.
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