The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 1235

Chapter 1233
Shout out your name loudly
When Eivass arrived at Holy Spring City, there were actually three Lords already there.
Of course, vast yellow sand… not a single Lord came on foot.
Some Lords rode giant elephants, some rode palanquins carried by giants, and others were inside massive desert boats…
But without exception, their mounts could not even enter the Second Ring. Holy Spring City, unlike the Church, did not have an elevator… The way to reach the higher rings here was simply to walk up the winding stone, lead, and golden stairs.
Because to ascend the stairs, one had to first reach the waterfall—or rather, the inside of the water curtain. Therefore, for ordinary Anxi people, being able to walk slowly upwards in a place filled with fresh moisture was undoubtedly a gift, and even more so, a spiritual baptism.
But for the Lords, asking them to walk such long and high stairs together with other commoners was simply a daydream.
Although they responded to the summons and came here, it was because they had to deal with the Ouroboros Ring ritual together!
It was not because they truly wanted to submit to Aimel Nour!
And if they obeyed this show of force, they would appear half a step weaker than Aimel. Therefore, they were all stuck at the entrance, confronting the priests who came to entertain them.
Just then, sounds of praise and worship were heard from afar.
The Lords from other city-states cast their gazes towards the sound.
—And then they saw Leviathan pulling a Dragon Carriage.
The Lords were all Forbidden Mages, and their knowledge level was quite high, so they certainly knew the prophecy recorded in the “Anxi Book.”
Therefore, when they saw the “Indigo King” appear, these high-and-mighty Lords showed expressions of shock or disbelief—
…What was going on?
Their first reaction was that a colleague had bought a rare Dragon Beast from the Goblins. Perhaps it was the remnant of a Beast Lord, or a mutated Dragon, pretending to be the “Indigo King”…
And at this moment, Leviathan shook its body proudly.
It let out a roar that shook the heavens, spread its wings, and soared into the sky, trailing two beams of green fire!
In an instant, Eivass, accompanied by people’s exclamations, flew directly over two layers of waterfalls and reached the higher Third Ring.
As the Dragon Carriage traveled high in the sky, the silvery-white exterior of the carriage reflected the sun’s brilliance, turning it into a dazzling golden hue.
—Even as Aziz saw the Dragon Carriage descend like the sun, his mind went blank for a moment.
He was from a Free People’s background, so he could naturally read… and he had certainly read the “Anxi” book.
The “Indigo King,” in a sense, was a declaration of the “Savior”—just like the meaning of Lancelot’s sword to the Avalon people, or the meaning of Valentin I’s alchemy notebook to the Star Antimony people.
Whichever Lord found the legendary Indigo King would inevitably mean political chaos!
After a brief moment of stunned disbelief, Aziz’s mind began to race:
He immediately judged that Aimel Nour might not necessarily become the new Monarch of Anxi.
If the person before him was the Savior in the prophecy… then if he firmly stood by Aimel Nour’s side, he would become the old influence to be attacked and destroyed; but if he showed sincere obedience before the other party revealed their brilliance, then he would be the one who provided help in times of need, a wise person with keen eyes who recognized the true king.
Conversely, if the person before him was not the Savior, then at least he was a Lord of noble status. If he chose to kneel and worship like others, at most he would be mocked as foolish, and he could even discredit himself to avoid suspicion…
If he obeyed, he would gain many benefits if successful, and only be mocked if he failed;
If he resisted, even if he succeeded, he would gain no benefits, and if he failed, he would be destroyed along with others.
What he should do was already self-evident.
The Third Ring was no longer as humble as the First Ring, so the people coming and going were somewhat proud. None of them knelt to welcome the “Indigo King”; instead, many cast surprised and suspicious glances.
But before the Dragon Carriage even landed, Aziz fell to his knees with a thud, displaying a humble and devout demeanor.
Aziz shouted: “Savior! I wish to kiss the ground you tread!”
The noble guest sitting behind the Dragon Carriage’s curtain had not seen him at all.
But as if hearing his cry, a young man’s voice suddenly came from inside the carriage: “Stop for a moment, Leviathan.”
—Leviathan?
Aziz’s eyes lit up, and he remembered the Dragon Beast’s name.
He immediately raised his head and praised in a loud, clear voice: “Great and magnificent Leviathan, the Indigo King of prophecy! Please pause your noble steps, and let me prostrate myself and drink the blood-sweet shadow of our Savior!”
After Aziz finished his praise, he placed his staff neatly by his side and, without regard for the surprised or astonished gazes of the people around him, respectfully performed a grand bow, prostrating himself beside the Dragon Carriage.
Upon hearing this, the carriage fell silent for a moment, and whispered murmurs seemed to be heard.
If Aziz had used his excellent hearing as an Extraordinary, he could have easily overheard their conversation.
—However, Aziz chose “not to listen,” thereby proving his impartiality and purity.
Even though it was almost impossible to tell with the naked eye if he was truly listening, Aziz always took care of all the details beforehand, rather than hoping the other party would understand every nuance of his actions.
It was just acting obedient.
He had mastered this skill since childhood. It cost him nothing.
If acting obedient had a technical rating, he would be considered a master in this profession at the very least.
Although the Third Ring could by no means be called “common,” Aziz was definitely not well-liked among them. When most people possessed true talent or noble status, those who climbed up through flattery and opportunism were often detested, resisted, and avoided.
Anxi people were much more aggressive than Avalon people—when they encountered someone they disliked, Avalon people would usually just walk around them, or at most exchange sarcastic remarks when they met.
But Anxi people were not like that. If they truly disliked someone, regardless of whether that person had offended them, they would directly hire a Curse Master, an Assassin, or an Alchemist to kill the other party first.
Entrusting a killing from afar, or even commissioning a murder… as long as it was handled properly, it would be impossible to find out who instigated it.
In such a situation, killing people out of displeasure was common. Anxi people rarely held grudges, because they would settle their scores on the spot.
If not for Aziz’s luxurious equipment, he would have died countless times already.
Finally, a cautious voice came from the carriage: “What is your name?”
It was not the young man’s voice from before, but a young woman’s voice.
—This was recognition!
Aziz’s spirits lifted, thinking that he had finally made it.
Regardless of whether the other party could remember his name, simply being able to state his name was a victory!
So Aziz, without hesitation, proudly, loudly, and clearly pronounced his name:
“Aziz bin Abdul, Chief Envoy of Holy Spring City! Savior of the Desert—this is my name, my identity! Grant me blood and wine sweeter than honey!”