Faust sighed, "… It's a pity that the world is like this. Perhaps on the day of the apocalypse, the gods will judge the world."
Samir's expression changed slightly, "That's Sinnach's world, and Sinnach has ushered in his doom. Are you trying to say that everyone in the world has a Sinnach in their heart? Don't forget that we're discussing the national policy of Assyria, not the end of the world. "
Faust bowed apologetically, "Your Majesty, forgive me for straying from the topic. Let's go back to the discussion just now. We should first maintain the stability of the Assyrian Empire, it must not collapse. The Assyrian Empire may seem strong at the moment, but if it collapses, the fate of the Assyrian conquerors will fall upon their heads.
The first thing we need to do is to consolidate our rule in the occupied territories. At present, we can no longer expand. Even if there comes a day when we can't hold these territories anymore and have to retreat, we can't return them to Bablon. We can encourage the people to divide and conquer, provoking civil strife and plunging them into eternal chaos. "
Samir frowned slightly, "You're guessing the future, but I'm asking about the present."
Faust whispered, "But I'm worried about the future. Do you think that in the near future, the Assyrian army will still be able to maintain the fighting strength and will they had when Sinnach was alive?"
Samir sighed and replied, "Of course not!" Sinnach had been preparing for more than a decade, and the people of the Assyrian Empire had tightened their belts and trained such a powerful army. What was the purpose? It was to conquer! But what was the purpose of conquering?
The Assyrian warriors had become the new nobles, plundering a lot of wealth, owning large tracts of land and hordes of slaves. Their extravagance was spreading day by day. Even if they were brave warriors now, what would happen in a few years? What would happen to their next generation? Apart from cruelty, what would they have left for this world?
After a sigh, Samir continued, "Whether it's the end of the world or the tomorrow of the Assyrian Empire, what you're talking about today is today's national policy."
Faust muttered, "We need to digest and assimilate the occupied cities as soon as possible, and the focus is on consolidating the benefits we've gained so that all forces can benefit. I once formulated a national policy for Emperor Shinnach, but he did not completely adopt it. Now, there is no need to update it. If Prime Minister Alpha also supports this, then there is only one thing left. "
Samel asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
"Let His Majesty Sinnach choose the most suitable time to die, and you will become the Queen of Assyria. If you want to save the fate of the empire, you must take control of it yourself."
"I'm just a warrior, and a woman at that. How can I become the Great Emperor of Assyria?" Samir looked a little doubtful.
Faust raised his head and looked at Samel with a passionate gaze. "I will support you with all my strength. In my heart, you will always be my queen!" Faust looked up at Samel and said. Samir avoided his gaze and waved his hand, "Lord Imperial Tutor, I understand what you mean. It's getting late and you should be tired. Please go back and rest."
Faust wanted to say something, but he had no choice but to leave. When he reached the door, Samir suddenly called out to him, "Wait!"
Faust quickly turned around and looked at Samel, "My queen, what else can I do for you?"
Samel looked at him with a questioning gaze, and slowly asked, "You are the most knowledgeable person in the empire. As far as you know, is there any way to cure Sinnach? Tell me the truth, don't hide anything! "
Faust sighed slightly and replied, "Your Majesty, as far as I know, there is indeed a magic that can cure Sinnach's injury. It is the Blessing of Isis performed by the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis of Eygut. Other than that, no other magic in the world can cure him!"
Samel was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's as good as not saying anything."
Faust continued, "This may really be the will of the gods. Regarding this matter, did the gods send down an oracle?" Samel asked meaningfully, "Which god are you referring to, Lord Imperial Tutor?"
Faust bowed his head and replied, "Enril.
Samel said noncommittally, "The announcement I made was in accordance with the instructions of Enril's oracle. At least on the surface, none of us have violated Enril's oracle, right?"
Faust said, "According to Enril's oracle, the announcement only mentioned one Amun, and let him bear all the responsibility. This is clearly to let the Assyrian Empire continue to fight against Talengcheng. If you ascend to the throne, but do not launch an expedition to retaliate against Talengcheng, I'm afraid some people in the empire will not be satisfied. "
Samel asked again, "Lord Imperial Tutor, what do you think of this matter?"
Faust took a step forward from the doorway and replied, "This is a dilemma. You are now in power, and the best choice is to transfer the main force of the imperial army to Lisbon to monitor it. If you send the army back to the Assyrian Empire and then cross the plateau, I'm afraid it will be out of control. But if you do not avenge Emperor Sinnach, you will not be able to quell the voices of doubt and opposition, and you will not be able to gain the support of all sides. There is a risk of internal division in the empire. "
Samel waved his hand again and said, "I know what to do. You can go and rest."
Faust thought that Samir would have more to say or something else when he stopped him. He did not expect that Samir would still ask him to leave after asking two simple questions. He did not have the chance to say what he wanted to say the most in his heart. He had given Samel enough hints, expressed his feelings for her, and tried to let Samel understand what he meant to her now, but Samel did not respond.
When Faust walked out of the inner hall, he could not help but think to himself, "Do I need to make things clearer? But if I do that, it will not be an expression of love, but a threat. "Faust was conflicted.
Close to the Bablon River, there was a towering tower that reached into the clouds. It was called the Tower of Babel by the people of Bablon, and it was officially called the Gate of God in the kingdom.
The tower had a history of hundreds of years. It had been carefully built by the successive kings of Bablon, and it was a wonder on the continent. The tower was a huge multi-storied platform, with a total of nine floors. Each floor was more than 30 feet high, and there was a spiral staircase that led to the top of the tower.
At the entrance of the tower was Marduc's shrine, and on the ninth floor of the tower was either the shrine with the statue of the god or the palace of the god Marduc in the human world. No one would erect a statue of himself in his "home" for worship, because he himself was the god.
According to legend, the top of the tower was the gate to the divine kingdom. The successive King of Bablon had built a residence for the god Marduc in the human world. According to the ideals of secular life, people served the god like an emperor, and selected young and beautiful women of the kingdom to live here to accompany Marduc. Only the King and the high priest of the kingdom had the right to enter the top of the tower at will, symbolizing that they could listen to the teachings of the god face to face, but even they could not enter the bedroom of the great god Marduc.
The lower eight floors of the tower also required the permission of the main shrine of the kingdom to enter, and usually only the high priests had the right to enter the tower. But today, there was a very special guest.
Accompanied by Prince Vonut, he passed through Marduc's shrine to the bottom of the tower and asked the guards to retreat to the side. When the prince walked over, he deliberately took two steps back to follow the man.
If this man wanted to reach the top of the tower, even if it was Prince Vonut's will, it would still be against the kingdom's laws. Perhaps the priests guarding the lower eight floors would not be willing to let him go.
But Prince Vonut did not order the priests to let him go, he just asked the guards to retreat and respectfully walked the man to the foot of the tower.
The man stepped into the void, and the next moment he appeared at the top of the tower. This towering tower was reached in one step by Amon. It was hard to imagine that the craftsmen of the mortal world could create such a miracle. This tower was built by chiseling an entire stone mountain into a conical shape, and the top was flattened. Ascending to the top of the tower, there was a magnificent palace, outside the palace were guards guarding the door, and inside the palace were palace maids.
Amon did not enter the door, nor did he greet anyone. He took one step to the top of the tower, and then disappeared with a second step.
Wendy and Hai Ruiya walked into Marduc's bedroom in a thin embroidered dress, her curvaceous body faintly discernible. It was now the afternoon nap time for Marduc, and she was going to serve the god for his afternoon nap. Although she had been here for three years, she had never seen the legendary great god, but she could not slack off in all the daily rituals.
She walked into the luxurious bedroom, first knelt to the big bed, knelt on the ground, and untied the embroidered dress, leaving only the tassels on her chest and lower abdomen, then got up and lay on the left side of the big bed. Every afternoon, she had to do the same thing. She washed her body with warm water mixed with spices, and served the non-existent god to sleep.
For the subjects of the Kingdom of Bablon, this may be a legendary sacred ritual, but Wendy's heart was already numb, and it was just a mechanical action repeated every day.
When she lay down, she did not feel tired at all. Every day, besides eating, praying, bathing, changing clothes, and sleeping, she had nothing else to do, and could not leave the top of the tower. She was chosen from the people, a woman who served the god Marduc, and lived in the Gate of God that led to the divine kingdom, and could not leave the Tower of Babel.
The feelings she had when she first climbed the tower three years ago had now faded, as if it was a matter of hundreds of years ago. Now that she thought about it, there was no happiness or excitement, but more unease and fear. But three years had passed, and she felt like a shell, beautiful and sexy, but soulless.
Now that the fear had disappeared, she did not even care if she was dead or alive. Lying on the soft bed, she muttered to herself: "Marduc, everyone calls you the great god, but where are you? I have never seen you. The so-called Saintess of Bablon who came here before me, they did not even see you until they died.
It is said in the world that the Saintess of Bablon will forever maintain her youth and beauty. Yes, every day I receive the blessing of the priests to protect my delicate face. But what people do not know is that almost all the Saintesses of Bablon will die before their youth is over, because there is nothing left for them to live for.
People call me the Saintess of Bablon, but they do not know that I am actually a prisoner of Bablon, a prisoner forever imprisoned in this palace, unable to walk out of the palace gate at the top of the tower. Marduc, if you are a god, you should be able to hear my voice. Please release your prisoner. If you are unwilling, you can even end my meaningless life. "
"Are you the legendary Saintess of Bablon? Very beautiful indeed! "A man's voice suddenly rang out from the bedroom.
Wendy cried out in surprise and jumped up from the bed, the tips of her nipples drawing an elastic curve under the tassels on her chest. She stared at the person who had suddenly appeared, dumbfounded. He was a young man with sharp facial features. His mouth had a resolute expression, but his gaze was gentle. He was well-built, and his face was handsome. He wore a light white linen robe, and his body was untainted by even a speck of dust.
The door to the bedroom had always been closed, but he had appeared out of thin air in front of the bed. No man could enter this bedroom, not even the King or the High Priest of the kingdom! The people who took care of Wendy's daily life were all palace maids of the Divine Gate. The palace maids were rotated every year, unlike Wendy who had to stay here forever. She envied those palace maids. As the Saintess of Bablon of the Divine Gate, she was a woman who served the gods. Of course, she should not be disrespectful to the gods. But Wendy did not care anymore. All this was just a meaningless waste of her life. Today, she finally said the words in her heart, and then she heard a man's voice and saw him appear in front of the bed!
Wendy's shock was indescribable, and when she reacted, she hurriedly jumped out of bed, prostrated herself on the ground and kissed the carpet in front of Amon's feet, saying in a trembling voice: "Great god Marduc, you have finally appeared!
Please forgive me for my disrespect, but that is indeed my heart. If you want to punish me or even end my life, Wendy will not complain! "
The person who came was not Marduc, but Amon who had come to visit the Divine Gate.
Amon looked at her, and for some reason, the expression in his eyes was very complicated, containing gentle regret and even painful memories. He waved his hand, and an invisible force lifted Wendy up out of thin air. He said as gently as possible: "You have not answered my question yet. Are you the Saintess of Bablon?"
Wendy trembled and replied: "Yes, my name is Wendy, the woman who serves you here. The Saintess of Bablon used to be someone else, but now it is me."
What touched Amon's heart was the title of "Saintess", but the so-called "Saintess of Bablon" in front of him was completely different from the "Saintess of Isis" of the Empire of Eygut. The Saintess of Isis was the chief high priest of the lower Empire, and Wendy was just a poor prisoner in the Tower of Bablon.
But when he heard the title of "Saintess", Amon could not help but think of Maria. He had also heard Wendy's voice just now, and he knew what kind of torment this beautiful girl was suffering in her heart to say such disrespectful words to the gods. He also thought of Maria, who also lived in the invisible cage of fate, and he could not even touch her.
This god had an inexplicable wish in his heart, and he wanted to save this poor girl and fulfill her wish, just to remember the eternal Maria in his heart.
Thinking of this, Amon did not reveal anything about his identity. Wendy had mistaken him for someone else, and he was not Marduc, but there was one thing that was right, he was indeed a god. Amon sat down on the spacious and comfortable chair in the bedroom, and said in a mysterious and serene tone: "Wendy, the gods have heard your voice, and have appeared before you. Please tell me, is what you said just now your wish? Have you ever thought about what you will face when you leave this Tower of Bablon? "
Wendy raised her beautiful face and replied timidly: "Please forgive me, I still can't believe that the gods have really appeared before me, and I don't know what to say. You look completely different from what I imagined! "
Amon smiled, and secretly cast magic to calm Wendy's overwhelmed emotions. He sat there and replied: "You don't have to worry about what I look like, different gods may appear in different appearances.
In the presence of the gods, you only need to say your prayers. "
Wendy gradually calmed down, and as if she had gathered her courage, she bowed her head and replied: "You have heard my prayers." As for what it is like under the Tower of Bablon, I am not ignorant, because I grew up there and came from there. If you think that my thoughts are a betrayal of the gods, I would rather accept the punishment, because I really do think that way. "
Amon asked again: "Where are you from in the Kingdom of Bablon?"
Wendy replied: "I grew up in the city of Lys."
Amon's heart sank slightly, and he had to say: "Don't you know that the city of Lys, your hometown, is no longer there? The Assyrian Empire captured the city and carried out a brutal massacre. "
Wendy finally could not help but shake her shoulders and began to sob: "Of course I know, I heard it clearly when the high priest climbed to the top of the tower and prayed to the gods. I thought that my soul had become numb after coming to the Gate of God, only then did I know that I could still shed tears. I prayed to the gods over and over again, but it did not save my hometown. It was then that the thoughts I had just now sprouted in my heart.
God, if you cannot save the city of Lys, why did you imprison me here? "
Amon sighed, his sigh was desolate and helpless. He shook his head: "I did not destroy the city of Lys, it was the army of the mortal empire, and I did not imprison you here, it was the priests of the Kingdom of Bablon." I can help you fulfill your wish, but tell me, beautiful girl, what can you do after leaving this place? "
Wendy replied: "My father was a gardener, and the best gardener in the city of Lys. I can cultivate all kinds of flowers and trees, and know how to prune them to make them grow stronger. I can also process fresh flowers into all kinds of fragrant ornaments. I can also cultivate the seeds of all kinds of plants, I can embroider, I can help you fulfill your wish.
I can also cut clothes, and … "
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