The World Under the Sun
After breakfast, Mirieh tried to persuade Amon to go out again. She asked Fossah to accompany him and gave Fossah a lot of pocket money. She said to Amon, "You didn't have to be so polite yesterday. If you need anything, just tell Fossah."
Fossah held Amon's arm tightly, almost sticking to his side. She smiled and said, "The capital is very large. Many gardens are open to the common people. There are all kinds of peddlers and acrobats. It's very lively. I'll go with you today."
Amon smiled and nodded. "That's good. Thank you."
Amon spent another day playing in the city. The king's city was indeed a dazzling place for the children in the mountains. Since he was already here, he decided to make the best of it. He asked Fossah about all kinds of interesting things and things that he had never seen before. On the way, he said to Fossah, "It's so busy here. My eyes are almost dazzled. Now that I'm in the capital, I feel that there are so many beautiful things in the world. Here, everyone can see what they want. But under the gaze of the gods, you have to know what you are doing. "
He was walking through the square in front of Marduc's Shrine with Fossah's arm when he said this. He wondered if Fossah understood.
After dinner, Mirieh called Fossah to her room and asked, "Did you find anything new today? What else does Amon have on him? Is there anything particularly noteworthy? "
Fossah thought for a moment and said, "When I was walking in the square and watching the acrobats, I put my body against him and felt a long, hard thing under his clothes …"
Miriam blushed and spat at her. "How could you touch him in the square? I asked you to seduce him, but you can't … Even if you can't wait until we go home, you can do it in the carriage … Can't you? "
Fossah also blushed. She quickly explained, "Madam, you misunderstood. It's not a man's private part. It's a long, hard thing under his ribs. It must be very precious for him to keep it so close to him.
Mirieh was curious. She nodded and said, "Well done … But why didn't you go with him? Why did you let Amon rest in his room?"
Fossah lowered her head and said, "Amon refused my request to make his bed and wash him. He said he doesn't like to be disturbed when he's resting. Madam, am I not charming enough? "
If Fossah knew that Yoon Namna had seduced Amon, she would know that Amon's seduction was much more clever than the seduction of a little maid like her, but Amon didn't think that she should have feelings for him, how would she feel? Mirieh looked at her sideways and said, "No, you're very attractive. Maybe it's because you're Metatro's maid that he feels a little embarrassed. I'll talk to him tomorrow." Mirieh looked at Mirieh.
The next day, Mirieh said to Amon in private, "Fossah admires you very much. If you don't mind, you can let her serve you. You can ask for anything."
Amon smiled politely and nodded, "Thank you. I understand. I'm happy enough that she can accompany me to the capital. How can I ask for more? When you look into your heart, you need to know what you are thinking, what you want, and what you deserve. Just like everything we do, we should take the consequences. "
Mirieh didn't know how much Fossah understood, but Amon didn't bring her to his room. On the third day, when Gilgamesh was about to leave the capital, a grand parade finally arrived. Gilgamesh stayed in Bablon City for a long time this time. Some people even speculated that he was taking the opportunity to marry Princess Sissila. But Princess Sissila didn't return to the capital, so the speculation was disproved.
Gilgamesh sat under a splendid umbrella on the carriage and left amidst the cheers of the people in the city. The king sent the palace guards to escort Gilgamesh out of the city gate for ten miles. This was a supreme honor, and only a hero like Gilgamesh was worthy of such an honor. The people who worshiped heroes escorted Gilgamesh even further. The procession stretched for thirty miles. Today, the king had ordered that there would be no curfew at the city gate, so everyone could party to their heart's content.
Amon also left the city in the Medanzo family's carriage. The driver was Enoch, Mirieh's brother. Amon took everything with him and was about to go home. The carriage was loaded with wine and food. Fossah held Amon's arm and snuggled up to him. She used the other hand to lift the curtain and introduce the scenery along the way.
Ten miles out of the city, the carriage left the official road and turned into a wild road among the hills. It was a bit cold in the early winter, but the sun was shining brightly today, which was perfect for an outing. Wearing warm fur coats and enjoying delicious wine and grilled steak in a beautiful place, it was a rare leisure time for people living in a big city.
Plants withered in the winter. The yellow color of the wilted mountains looked interesting in the bright sunshine. The sky was blue, and the wind was gentle. The carriage stopped by a lake surrounded by hills. The withered grass was softer than it was in the summer, and it was more comfortable to sit on. Enoch was dressed as a warrior and wore a short sword on his waist. He could use it for both self-defense and cutting meat during meals.
The carriage stopped on a grassy area on the hillside facing the sun. It was a good place to enjoy the scenery of the lake and the mountains, and it was also a good place to hide from the wind. It was surrounded by forests on three sides and a lake on the other. There was no one around.
Enoch unloaded the wine, meat, table, stove, and other things from the carriage. Amon also helped. Mirieh put away the tableware, and Fossah went to fetch water from the lake with a jug. When everything was in place, Amon looked at the blue lake and sighed, "The water is so clear, and the air is so fresh. It's as if the soul is purified under the sun."
Enoch frowned, slightly dissatisfied, "Fossah went to fetch water. Why is it taking so long? Did he run off to have fun again? Did he go to the forest to pick wild fruits to eat? How insensible of her to let the distinguished guest wait here! "
From the hillside to the nearest lake, they had to go down through a small forest. They couldn't see the place where Fossah fetched the water. She had been gone for a long time. No wonder Enoch was worried. Amon said, "Maybe the jug is too heavy, or the hill is too steep. She didn't fall on the way. Prepare the tableware, I'll go and have a look."
Amon walked down the hill through the forest towards the lake. When he was far away, Mirieh whispered to Enoch, "My brother, have you decided how to do it?"
Enoch narrowed his eyes and whispered, "When Fossah comes back, ask her to take Amon to the stove to see if the meat is ready. You take his other hand, and I'll finish him off with a sword from behind. If you're afraid, pretend to be smoky and close your eyes. You don't need to see anything. "He pulled out his sword and put it next to the stove.
"I don't need to see anything, do I? Poor me, seeing everything. You didn't give up after all. "
A cold voice came from behind them. The two were scared out of their wits. Enoch turned around with the sword in his hand, but he was stunned. Metatro walked out of the forest with an unsheathed sword in his hand. There was still a faint trace of blood on the sword that had yet to coagulate.
Metatro's face darkened. He didn't walk fast, but he slowly approached. After a brief moment of surprise, Miriam felt Enoch pinching her in the back. She opened her arms and squeezed a smile on her face. "You're back at last, my dear husband. I've missed you so much. Did you see our carriage in the parade? Your dear friend, Amon, is here too. He's about to leave. We're here to see him off. "
Looking at Medanzo, it seemed that he wanted to laugh but couldn't. He nodded, "Yes, I know. You've treated me well. I've asked Fossah just now. Not only did she tell me what I wanted to know, but she also told me a lot of things that I didn't know before. I don't want to repeat them. "
When Enoch heard this and saw the bloodstains on Metatro's dagger, he knew that something was wrong. Without saying a word, he suddenly rushed towards Metatro, the dagger in his hand piercing towards his chest. Metatro seemed to have been prepared for this. He nimbly sidestepped the vicious stab. With a scream, his sword pierced into Enoch's ribs. Then he heard Mirieh's scream of horror.
…
Amon stood by the lake with his hands behind his back. He couldn't see what was happening on the hillside because of the woods behind him. He heard Mirieh's scream, but it stopped abruptly, like a chicken whose neck had been twisted. Amon closed his eyes for a while and opened them again. He gazed at the beautiful lake under the sun. No one knew what he saw.
After a long time, there was a sound in the woods. Medanzo came to the lake with his sword sheathed and a sad look on his face. He came behind Amon and bowed, "My god, I don't know how to express my shame to you."
Amon didn't look back. He said in the same sad tone, "I didn't ask you to kill them."
Medanzo bit his lips, "I pointed my sword at Fossae and interrogated her. Not only did I find out what they wanted to do to you, but I also found out some embarrassing things. None of them understood your hints and warnings. They didn't give up even at the last moment. Let their blood be my sacrifice to you, Amon. You are my only god. If it weren't for you, I would have been blinded and lived in shame forever. "
Amon didn't ask what else Medanzo had learned. He turned around and looked at him with sympathy, "They're gone. What are you going to do? Go home?"
Medanzo replied, "It's so quiet here. No one knows that they've been here and will stay forever. This is the home they chose, isn't it? Amun, I have nothing left to love in Bablon City. Please allow me to travel the continent with you and be your servant. "
Amon thought for a while and finally nodded, "That's fine. I was afraid that you would do something bad again. But your home is still here. Go home and settle down. I'll wait for you for three days."
…
Four months after he left, Medanzo, a commoner warrior who had lost his noble status, finally returned home. But his beautiful wife, Mirieh, was not at home to welcome her husband. Mirieh had gone out with a young man with her maid yesterday. They didn't come back for the whole night. The man had been living in Amon's house for a month and was very generous. He must be a rich young merchant who had come to the capital for sightseeing. The neighbors were talking about him.
Metatro, of course, heard the rumors. He sat at home with a gloomy face, waiting. But Mirieh didn't come back for another day and night. The neighbors were talking about whether Mirieh had eloped with the young man.
Staying with a rich merchant was better than staying with the unreliable Medanzo for several months a year. Mirieh had even put her beautiful maid, Fossah, in order to tie the young man's heart. How would Medanzo feel when he heard the rumors?
He waited at home for another day. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He dismissed the gatekeeper, coachman, and other servants, entrusted the ancestral house to a distant relative, and left the city of Bablon with his sword and luggage. People were talking about Medanzo going to find Mirieh. He might have a duel with the young merchant. Would he be able to come back?
…
On an official road in Kish, Bablon Kingdom, Medanzo was driving a carriage pulled by two fine horses. His eyes were looking forward, but he didn't know where he was looking at. He let the horses gallop casually. It seemed that he was absent-minded again. This carriage was lent to Amon by Leskhut Lee. It was not convenient for Amon to drive the carriage when he sneaked into the city, so he left it in an inn in a town and paid the waiter enough money to take care of the two horses. On the way back, he took the carriage back, but this time it was driven by Medanzo.
The curtain was still up. Amon was sitting in the carriage, studying the snake tendon, wondering what kind of artifact he could make from it. It was not always successful to work on a magic artifact. If he wasn't careful, the material could be damaged. Although Amon was taught by the best craftsmen on the continent, he had never worked on an artifact with his own hands. He only had one snake tendon, so he had to be careful.
Suddenly, the carriage jolted. Amon knew that Medanzo was absent-minded again. Medanzo had been very depressed on the way, even more depressed than the cat. He was often silent for most of the day. Medanzo was a third-level sorcerer, so his mind would not be easily disturbed. But this kind of thing was not good for anyone. His feelings would not change because of his firm belief.
As Amon understood, any kind of test encountered in the practice of magic did not only signify a single threshold, but in fact ran through the whole process.
Amon didn't want to see Medanzo so depressed. He tried to find a relaxing topic to distract him. He put down the snake tendon and asked, "What are you thinking about, Medanzo?"
Medanzo's shoulders shook slightly. He cracked the whip and the two horses regained their balance. He answered, "Nothing, nothing. I'm just daydreaming."
Amon asked again, "There are guards checking the gates of Bablon City, but you can pass through them every time. How do you do it? Do you have any tricks? Can you tell me? "
A faint smile appeared on Metatro's face. "My God Amon, there is actually no trick. There are so many people going in and out of the capital every day. It's impossible for everyone to be checked. The guards will only stop those they think suspicious. I've been there many times, and I'm a resident of the capital. They all know me. Besides, I'm an advanced warrior. Many of the guards at the west gate used to practice body arts with me. The captain and I have a good relationship. Why would they check me? "
Amon nodded, "Oh, I see."
As they talked, Medanzo seemed to be in a better mood, but there was still a trace of melancholy in his eyes. They were heading west. The city of Kish was located in the northwest of Bablon, close to the edge of the Syah Plateau. To the north were the rolling mountains. Across the plateau was the Kingdom of Assyr, and to the west was the Euphrate River Valley.
Geographically, this place was closer to the dwarfs' settlement on the other side of the Euphrate River, where Link lived. Medanzo wasn't afraid of crossing the mountains. The most troublesome part was crossing the river. There was a part of the Euphrate River in the mountains where the water was relatively gentle and the valleys on both sides were relatively open. It could have been used as a crossing point.
But no one used to cross the river from there, because it was where Humbaba's lair was. Things were different now. Humbaba had been killed by Enkidu. The city of Kish took the opportunity to set up a crossing point and stationed troops there. Although crossing the river from the crossing point required a long mountain road, it was much shorter than taking a roundabout route from Uruk.
Amon's original plan was to have Medanzo follow him for a while and cross the river from the crossing point. Then Medanzo would go north to Link's tribe, while he would go south to the Cape States of the Empire of Eygut to return Nero's relics.
Metatro's third-level magic power had been cultivated to the peak, and according to the training method taught by Amon, the next thing he had to face was the test of body arts, the "purity of the blood". As a fourth-level warrior, Medanzo had passed the test by accident. It would be much easier for him to do it again, but he still needed a quiet environment.
In his current state, he needed a quiet environment. So Amon wanted him to stay with the barbarians until he passed the 'Temptation of the Devil' and became a fifth-level sorcerer. Metatro's experience was different from Amon's. He didn't lack worldly experience. As for the so-called devil's true face, he had seen it clearly enough.
Of course, they weren't afraid of the cold of winter and the dangers of the wild. They stayed in the wilderness and rested in the forest that night. Amon found a secluded place to practice the basic meditation of magic. No matter what he experienced, he had never stopped practicing.
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