Kapitel 2: Chapitre 2
Chapter 2
Author: Luozhou White Horse
It's just that Rowe's nervousness was not quite what others thought.
What he was thinking about was how to maximize the anger of the upcoming king and Gilgamesh in order to achieve his goal.
At this moment, a voice sounded outside the door of the temple.
Slap it.
First, countless servants who had been prepared for a long time filed in, and then the carpet made of soft wool was rolled out, and the treasures were offered, and a Dodge flower was enshrined in front of the statue of the god.
Then the main lord—Gilgamesh stepped in.
"Hmph, is this the so-called festival of gods? It's so luxurious, but it's given to a group of bastards who only dare to peep in the sky, and this king's treasures are so violently sent, which really makes this king especially angry!"
The tone so familiar to the people of Uruk echoed in the temple.
It seems that even in this situation, the king cannot be restrained a little...
Standing on Rowe's side, the high priest, who only regarded himself as an accomplice, sighed in his heart, but also put the hope of maintaining a religious connection between Uruk and the gods in the future on Rowe.
I have to say, Bilan is really good civilization... Obviously, many of Luo Wei's actions are not enough to respect the gods.
But compared to Gilgamesh, why is it so moving?
The old man suddenly finally figured out why he valued Rowe so much.
Luo Wei himself didn't think so much. He just passed through the rare treasure that was just handed over and stared at the door closely.
The tall figure who walked into the hall surrounded by countless servants.
As Rowe once saw, Gilgamesh has short hair like gold, a face like a sculpture, and his scarlet eyes reflect snake-like pupils. Some long-skirt-like costumes cover the lower body, but the upper body is bare, and the muscles and skin like a rock are covered with red circuits, and the brilliance is like a god.
Although its brutal character has long been known to the people of Uruk.
But people also have to admit that Gilgamesh does have the attitude of being a king.
He just strode forward surrounded by the crowd, facing the many statues representing gods, he still did not mean to restrain in the slightest.
Instead, he looked at Lovido who was standing in front of the statue of God King Enlil.
"Has the high priest changed this year? Well, it's better than the old stubborn one-I hope you can bring me some different performances, miscellaneous!"
King Uruk's arrogance is like a retreat.
Normally, at such a time, one should keep silent and avoid the moodiness that the king of Uruk could appear anytime, anywhere.
This is how most Uruks react.
But unfortunately, Luo Wei, who is bent on dying, is not a normal person.
Although it is not yet time to hand the slate in his hand to the other party, for Rowe, this is also the best time to provoke this guy.
If you want to accumulate a monstrous rage, you can't do it all at once.
So Rowe decided to make a negative enough first impression.
Now is a good time.
"Trust me, you will 'enjoy' very much." Luo Wei responded with a smile, his voice echoing in the temple, seemingly peaceful, but inexplicably a bit more yin and yang feeling.
"Miscellaneous, has this king allowed you to speak?" Gilgamesh's vermilion pupils shrank slightly, and he sneered abruptly.
Many priests, servants, and guards nearby were also stunned at the same time.
No one expected Rowe to respond to such a casual remark from Gilgamesh.
If Gilgamesh is provoked...the consequences would be unimaginable!
But to everyone's surprise, although the king of Uruk sneered, he did not show the feeling of rage...
This young priest seems to be really interesting.
He can't wait for this so-called sacrifice, what bad situation will happen!
Chapter 3 The Uruk Version of Public Order
Rowe also wondered why the king of Uruk was still so calm.
But even if he had seen the works of the Model Moon World series before crossing, and knew the general character of Gilgamesh, he could not accurately grasp the law of his emotional changes.
Or maybe there is no such thing at all - Gilgamesh, as the king of extreme ego, perfectly fits the four words 'moody'.
So if you don't understand, Luo Wei doesn't plan to think about it.
Only this strengthened his determination to ascend the Throne of Heroes to regain his power.
If there is that power, what is Gilgamesh thinking, he can't see through it?
Returning to the front, facing Gilgamesh's sneering question, Rowe just smiled and did not continue to push hard.
To learn to stop in moderation.
Just this level is not enough to make a name for himself in history. If Gilgamesh is completely angry, then he will die in vain...
It's hard to come by, and it can leave a name in the history, and the chance to die will be lost.
Anyway, he is confident that his actions must have left a very negative impression in Gilgamesh's heart.
that's enough.
"Hmph, didn't you talk? Is it only this level of miscellaneous cultivators?"
Instead, Gilgamesh was a little disappointed: "If that's the case, then you can just crawl under the great brilliance of this king, and let the splendor illuminate your foul-smelling figure like a maggot!"
"..." Although, but... how did this guy talk like this without being ashamed?
Rowe tried his best to keep his face still.
Gilgamesh shook his head, quite disappointed. He thought that there would be any big show. Is it only this level?
"King, it's almost time." An accompanying servant told him.
It is indeed time to hold the ritual time for the common sacrifice of all gods.
Rowe glanced at the sky, and it was noon. It is said that at this time, the gods will rise to the highest point in Mesopotamia with the scorching sun.
Holding sacrifices at this time is the most able to make the gods feel the respect of human beings.
It's time for Luo Wei, the leader of the ritual, to appear——
"The great and venerable gods are above."
Like the master of ceremonies in later generations, Luo Wei picked up some beautiful words and said loudly: "I wait for all the people of Uruk to sincerely thank and pray here..."
The old priest listened, and then glanced at Gilgamesh, who was leaning against a stone pillar with a look of disdain, and was moved to tears.
The contrast between man and man is so obvious.
As a person who is also extremely talented, although Rowe does not have the strength and wisdom as powerful as Gilgamesh, he can be regarded as the second person of Uruk's younger generation after him.
The gap is not too big, coupled with this attitude that is not religious but at least respectful.
This made the old man, who had thought that Uruk would eventually be abandoned by the gods and perish because of Gilgamesh's reckless actions, felt that Uruk was saved again.
But soon, he stopped laughing.
After Lovina finished reciting a beautiful sentence, many priests who stood in front of the statues of the gods they served danced.
Immediately, the fire was lit on the offering, and a cloud of smoke brought it to the realm of the gods.
Next-
Above all, Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk, recites the liturgy.
In any case, as the ruler of the city-state, he is the protagonist of this festival.
In the primitive city-state, state and religion were unified, and the highest king was the sacrificial offering closest to the gods in essence, and was the messenger of the gods.
The slate that Luo Wei held in his hand, created and recorded by himself, was prepared for this purpose.
He is about to deliver the slate into Gilgamesh's hands.
Then, let this festival turn into an ancient death admonition that has been passed down through the ages!
"King, please recite the sacrificial text." Amidst everyone's attention, Luo Wei lifted the hanging linen robe and handed the clay tablet in his hand to the blond youth leaning on the stone pillar in front of him.
Although Gilgamesh was a little reluctant, he still raised his hand to take it.
"You dare to let this noble king recite such disgusting language for that group of miscellaneous cultivators. If you put it in normal times, as a crime for being rude to the glorious and great king, you should be blamed for your death!" But it seems that this The king still maintains a posture that he cannot admit defeat.
In fact, Gilgamesh, who held an undisguised disdain for the gods, appeared here not because of reverence for the gods.
Just because of the existence of his mother, one of the gods, the daughter of the god king Anu, the goddess of omniscience, and the existence of Rima Teningsun.
This well-known king of later generations is a demigod who was conceived by the king and the gods.
Although he is of human blood, he has the power and wisdom of God.
This is the bond that he cannot break no matter what, and it is also the last link between the rebellious king and the gods in the sky.
But this thread is very weak.
At a time when the gods could no longer descend to the ground in their bodies, and Gilgamesh had not seen his mother for a long time, such a bond could be broken at any time.
Of course, at least at this moment, because of this, he can still be patient.
Gilgamesh took the clay tablet in Rowe's hand with disdain, the special clay tablet that requires both hands to be held smoothly, but it was as light as a feather in his hand.
Under the dome light that hung overhead, the king's scarlet eyes were aimed at the slate.
He opened his mouth and recited according to the words on it: "The temple of the gods in the sky overlooks the world, and they hold the mighty power of the sky and the earth in their hands..."
The beginning is normal.
But it's only the beginning.
"God has chosen a king for mankind to rule over mankind. They think that the king chosen for mankind is perfect, but how did the king do it?"
"The so-called king is cruel and ruthless. He oppresses his subjects, treats Uruk as his own, and does not allow anyone to object. He thinks himself great, but he doesn't know that people are only afraid of his power and authority."
Gilgamesh frowned, realizing that something was wrong, and his voice became lower and lower.
But still subconsciously finished.
"King, he tramples on others and calls all his subjects miscellaneous. He treats everyone as slaves, but he doesn't know, if according to his logic..."
"He who is mixed with gods and people is the greatest miscellaneous cultivation!"
click-
The clay tablet held tightly in Gilgamesh's hand, under the strong pressure of the five fingers with distinct knuckles, appeared one after another of cracks.
Although at the end, the voice of the king's chanting was very low, but it was still heard by others.
In the temple, it became silent in an instant.
Everyone looked at each other, or rather... terrified.
Only Rowe smiled happily.
He was very satisfied with the 'sacrifice' he had recorded.
As a traveler, Luo Wei knew that in later generations of China, there would be a high-ranking official and a powerful minister who would give the emperor a blunt account of his mistakes and omissions.
That gentleman was Rowe's idol.
Although Rowe can't compare to him in literary talent.
But for him, what he wrote in his hands was enough.
Especially the last sentence -
'One mouthful for one miscellaneous...just you can scold others for miscellaneousness? '
I have endured you for a long time!
Chapter 4 Tough Choking, Chosen by Wang Naiwanmin
This was a change that no one could have predicted except Luo Wei, who had been planning for a long time.
Although the temple was also plunged into silence due to this sudden event, everyone could feel...
The king's anger is brewing.
This is an inevitable trend
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