Thirty years ago, when the Empire of Eygut learned that Bair had crossed the border of the Cape States and fled across the Syah Desert to the Euphrate Valley, not only did the Empire of Eygut mobilize a group of mages and warriors to pursue him, but it also issued an official document requesting the Hittite Kingdom, especially the city-states near the Euphrate Valley, to assist in the hunt.
So the Hittite Kingdom issued a decree and symbolically sent it to all the states. This was more or less a perfunctory one. It only asked the states to send warriors to pursue Bair, but it did not say what would happen if they did not send warriors. Everyone knew that sending warriors to hunt down a ninth-level sorcerer was not a good idea. Even if they did find him, it would be no different from suicide. It had nothing to do with them. The most they could do was to send a message to their superiors.
The town of Duc also received the decree. How could they have any information about Bair? It was impossible for them to send blacksmiths to hunt down a supreme sorcerer. So they did not take any action. Of course, no one would pursue the matter.
Later on, the Temple of Isis announced that Bair had been killed by Troni, but the authorities were very secretive about the matter. No one was willing to mention Bair's name again. So the matter was over and became history. Unfortunately, there was a tail that no one noticed. The decree issued by the Hittite Kingdom was irrevocable, and they forgot to revoke it later. In fact, no one needed to do anything else. The matter was over. No one would go after a supreme sorcerer who had disappeared a long time ago.
What was more interesting was that the town of Duc only received the decree to assist in the pursuit of Bair. The Empire of Eygut did not inform the Hittite Kingdom that Bair had been killed, and the Hittite Kingdom naturally did not spread the announcement that had nothing to do with them. In theory, the town of Duc knew nothing about it.
But in fact, the people of Duc did not know anything about it. They had never heard of the decree thirty years ago. Except for Crazy 'Ole, no one even knew who Bair was. Today, however, Dusti had publicly announced the decree, and it was still in effect!
The townsfolk were surprised. Who was Bale? Judging from the mayor's words, it seemed that it was a sorcerer, a sorcerer who was wanted by the Ejyptian Empire and the Hittite Kingdom. He must be a very difficult person to deal with. With so many mages and warriors, was there a need to send someone from a small town like Duc? Why was the mayor so enthusiastic? Even if he wanted to flatter her, there was no need to use this kind of thing to show off, right?
While they were looking at each other and whispering to each other, Crazy 'Ole Nietzsche stepped forward and asked, "Mayor, you said that there is such a brave warrior in our town. Who is he?"
Dusti pointed at someone in the crowd expressionlessly and said, "The one who is blessed by the gods. We have all witnessed the miracle with our own eyes. We know how the patron saint blessed him. He is Amon."
As soon as Amon heard the mayor read out the decree, he immediately understood what was going on. Crazy 'Ole, Goliath and Dusti had discussed it last night. They wanted to find an excuse to make him leave the town, or exile him. But the others did not understand. Someone immediately shouted, "What? Amon! The mayor wants to send a child to kill a sorcerer? "
Preposterous, absolutely preposterous! Not to mention killing a sorcerer, even sending a child to a dangerous jungle was ridiculous. If it were not Mayor Dusti who said this, the people would have already cursed him.
Mayor Dusti asked coldly, "Oh, so you're the one who's going?"
This sentence dispelled most of the questioning voices, but there was one person who walked out shakily and knelt down in front of the mayor. "Sir, please send me …"
This man was Amon's father. It was rare that he did not drink too much today. Mayor Dusti looked at him and asked emotionlessly, "Are you a warrior? Have you ever received special favor from the Sentinel Goddess? I'm sorry, but I've decided. I will send Amon! "
Amon's father's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but Amon and Crazy 'Ole helped him up and whispered something in his ear. He was shocked to hear this, but he nodded in the end.
So it was decided. Amon, as the warrior of Duc, would go deep into the jungle to hunt down the evil sorcerer Bair and carry out the decree of the kingdom. The mayor only gave Amon two hours to go home and pack up. No one was allowed to see him out of the town.
As a supervisor, Dusti accompanied Amon home after the crowd dispersed. In Amon's memory, it was the first time that the mayor had stepped into his yard. Amon was the "warrior" chosen by Duc, so he deserved the honor. The mayor gave him a bag of money and a knife in the name of the whole town.
Warriors also needed to spend money to buy things. At the same time, they also needed weapons. The saber given to Amon by the mayor was naturally made of fine iron. It was both sharp and tough, resistant to wear and tear, and not easy to break. The only drawback was that it was a little small, less than a foot long. It would be better to use it to skin the prey than to hunt down the sorcerer.
Amon did not have many things with him. He only brought the twig and two leather bags. One small bag could hold valuables, and the other big bag could carry a lot of things on his shoulder. He wanted to leave the twenty parangons he had with him to his father, but his father insisted that he take half of them with him. He would need money if he went out.
Mayor Dusti said, "The town should pay for Amon's expenses. I've brought the bag of money."
Amon's father opened the bag and found five parangons, five gold, ten silver and dozens of copper coins. Amon took a look and took out the five parangons, "Father, these are for you. I'll take the rest."
His father shook his head, "You'd better take all the parangons. It's more convenient."
Dusti couldn't help but interrupt, "Old drunkard, you don't know much about the outside world. In many village pubs, a glass of wine costs only one copper coin. If you pay with a parangon, you can even buy a pub. You have to bring change. It's convenient and less troublesome! "
A parangon was equivalent to twenty gold baht. The weight of a gold coin on the continent was one stalk, and the weight of a silver and copper coin was half a baht. A gold coin was worth twenty silver coins, and a silver coin was worth a hundred copper coins. If a glass of wine was sold for one copper coin, and Amon paid with a parangon, the pub would have to give him thirty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine copper coins!
Amon's father's jaw dropped. It cost him a silver coin to buy a bottle of wine in Duc. His small glass could only hold five glasses at most. He was stunned for a long time before he said, "My son, you really should go out!"
Mayor Dusti left. Amon and his father split the money. In the end, Amon only took the bag of money given by the mayor and left the twenty parangons to his father. Hearing Dusti's words, his father gave Amon another thirty silver coins. That was the money Judah gave him last time.
Crazy 'Ole and Amon both told the drunkard that the mayor was just looking for an excuse to let Amon leave the town because Shog wanted to get back at Amon. Everything was arranged and there was nothing to worry about. He would come back after a while. When only the father and son were left in the house, Amon didn't know what they said to each other. When Amon left, there was an extra bottle of wine in his backpack. It was his father's best wine.
… …
The Ducians saw Amon off at the eastern entrance of the town as if he was a warrior. They watched him walk on a winding path in the forest. This trail was left behind by people who usually went hunting, and there were also people who went to the edge of the mountains near the town to pick wild fruits and vegetables. Further into the depths were towering mountains with dense vegetation that blocked out the sun. The Euphrate River ran through the mountains, about two hundred miles away from Duc.
Cavemen lived in the mountains. They were also called dwarfs in the Kingdom of Bablon. But Amon heard from Crazy 'Ole that they were no different from the Ducians. The only difference was that they lived in a harsh environment and lived in an uncivilized state. That was why most of them looked short.
Amon knew that Crazy 'Ole was right. In fact, there were also cavemen in Duc. They came out of the mountains to trade with the townsfolk. They could often get the best iron ore and fine iron sand. They also knew that these things were what the townsfolk liked the most. The cavemen who came to the town to trade were the smartest. They could speak the language of the continent, but they did not know many words.
The mines in the north of Duc even hired strong cavemen to help them mine the ore. They were good miners and had learned a lot after living here for a long time. They were almost no different from the residents of Duc. They did not look like "cavemen" at all. However, most of the cavemen living in the mountains were still barbaric and ignorant. They often attacked other tribes and passers-by. Sometimes it was very dangerous.
The townspeople went hunting in the mountains in the east and rarely went into the wild. Except for Crazy 'Ole, no one had ever reached the Euphrate River in a hundred years. Amon did not know where he was going. What Crazy 'Ole told him last night was just an excuse for him to leave Duc. But the road led him deep into the mountains.
Amon walked without hesitation. He looked around as if he was waiting for someone to show up. Crazy 'Ole had told him that he had a few last things to tell him before he left. Amon did not see Crazy' Ole or Mayor Dusti among the people who saw him off.
The path meandered along the steep mountain. There were tall trees in the distance. Even in the hot weather, it was still cool under the shade of the trees. Sunlight scattered on the path. Lush bushes grew by the roadside. Many of them had thorns, and some of them were wild flowers of unknown colors. The surroundings were quiet, but there was always a sense of danger. Occasionally, the birds chirped in the distance, but it was so pleasant. Anyone who walked alone in the deep mountains would have such a feeling.
Amon had walked for a long time. When he looked back, he could no longer see the town of Duc. Lush forests surrounded him. The road under his feet became more and more rugged and difficult to recognize. Turning a pass and coming to a small slope, he saw two people standing under a tree. Mayor Dusti and Crazy 'Ole were waiting for him.
Amon went up to them and said, "My lord, Mr. Nietzsche, were you waiting for me? What else do you want to tell me? " Crazy 'Ole had told Amon yesterday not to call him teacher, so today in front of Dusti, Amon called him Mr. Nietzsche.
Crazy 'Ole did not speak. He just stared at Dusti. Schrödinger was squatting lazily at his feet. Dusti coughed and took out something, "Amon, you are a brave warrior of our town. You deserve a reward. This is a personal gift from me. It's not convenient to show it in front of others."
Crazy 'Ole added indifferently, "This is a personal gift from Rod Drick to Mayor Dusti, as a token of appreciation for the Gods' Tear in Duc. I think it's reasonable for Mayor Dusti to give it to you. He received a lot of things from Duc, but you only got thirty silver coins and almost lost a finger. "
Since there was no one else present, Crazy 'Ole spoke bluntly. It was the first time that Amon saw the mayor blush. The mayor handed over two certificates in an exquisite waterproof leather case, signed and issued by Rod Drick, the governor and chief priest of the city of Cape of the Ejyptian Empire.
The certificates were written on high-grade Eygut papyrus, which was made from a kind of grass growing on the banks of the Nile River. It was the most convenient writing material and one of the most important exports of the Empire of Eygut to other parts of the continent. The high-grade papyrus that Amon saw was usually used to write official documents of the Empire.
Amon was literate and could recognize that one of them was a certificate of identity for Ejyptian citizens, but the column for the name was blank. At the very end, the signature of Rod Drick and the seal of Straits City were correct. Whoever got it and wrote their name on it was equivalent to obtaining the citizenship of the Empire of Eygut. Rod Drick actually gave such a certificate to Dusti. It was very precious.
Dusti himself had already obtained the citizenship of the Empire of Eygut, but this certificate could be given away. It was a great gift. Rod Drick was very considerate in leaving such a certificate. As for how Dusti would deal with it, it was none of his business.
The other certificate was a border pass of the Empire of Eygut, which was the most useful for merchants. Every country needed a pass issued by a city at the border, or they might not be able to pass the border. If they were unlucky, they might even be caught as spies. Obviously, this was left for Dusti himself, so that he could do some private business. At this moment, under Crazy 'Ole's incitement or coercion, Dusti also gave it to Amon.
"My child, the emissary from the capital will come to Duc in three days with the decision to punish you in public. I found an excuse to let you go. With these two things, your identity will not be a problem. The road ahead will be difficult and dangerous. Take care of yourself. … Don't thank me. In fact, I should thank you. If you hadn't mined the Gods' Tear, I wouldn't have received so many gifts. Even Shog has made a fortune. … If there's anything else, you can talk to Mr. Nietzsche. I'm going back to town. I'll see if anyone follows me. "
Dusti left, leaving Crazy 'Ole and Amon alone. Crazy' Ole looked at his back and said, "Dusti is a good man. You should thank him! Although he has gained a lot because of you, it's only right for him to give these to you. There are many things a man can do or not do. Some things should be done, but he has to pay a certain price. As long as he does it for you, you should be grateful. My child, you must remember this. "
Amon nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Crazy 'Ole pointed at Schrödinger at his feet, "Take this cat with you."
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