Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon Lynk laughed. He spoke, “God Amon, this place is still desolate, but it will become a rich city in my eyes. If Aesop was that kind of person, whether he be a financial officer or a herdsman, he would have already become a lord. This would be his second time building a new home, but it will be on fertile soil and we will see harvests and new creations…
Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon Golier stretched his hand out to help Amon stand. “Son, do stand up. I wonder if your shoulders and knees can bear the weight of this… but I believe you are stronger than I think. Master Nietzche chose the time and place of this event to let me witness everything. He must have wanted to tell me something.”
Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon The minds of both players in the chess game seemed to have been integrated into the shadows and lights that danced around on the table. They were ignorant of the outside world and continued to play their game with deep concentration. Warret and Raphael were silent. If the game was a battlefield, the two high priests were on the sidelines.
Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon Golier suddenly sighed out loud. “Warret, you are the first of my disciples to become a supreme mage and your future achievements are likely to surpass my own. You must listen when I say that if one day this man becomes your friend, you should never neglect and despise him.”
Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon Lynk and the other cavemen in the new Duc town had a dream the same night. Even those who did not sleep dreamt the same thing. El Mar was no exception. The dream showed a gorgeous goddess donning a long skirt that glittered like golden stars. She was charming and beautiful and held an ivy cane. The woman claimed to be the patron goddess Mourrin, arriving to deliver an…
Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon Inanna, naturally and intimately wrapped her arms around one of Amon’s, just like when they were walking on the grassland. Half of her body tenderly clung to him. She smiled and said, “My Amon, if you have something to say I’d love to listen.”
Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon Amon didn’t want to talk about magic or body arts. He was afraid that he would reveal important information from talking too much. Instead, he changed the topic and asked, “I heard that staffs can only be made with living materials, but mine is made of Damasc iron…”
Translator, Editor and Proofread: theunfetteredsalmon Goddess Mourrin was unexpectedly there in the marsh of the Charcoal Forest. Amon saluted and asked, “My dear goddess, were you waiting here for me?” This was the first time they met since they fled from the Underworld.
