143. Call all the most beautiful girls

He actually called the name that had not been mentioned for a long time. Maria's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked back at the table in front of her and asked in a low voice: "How do you understand?"

Amon replied, "It's just a very simple truth. I have personally confirmed that when I lost the power to command thousands of troops, I didn't feel that I had lost anything, and I didn't even think about it! But I have been thinking about the lost power for a while, because the road I pursue is so difficult, but it did not belong to me. I am not trying to find that power, nor am I giving up that power, whether I have it or not, it will not change because of this. I am still sitting in front of you, Amon, just like whether I am the Imperial General or not!"

Maria smiled: "You finally truly understand that this is not a test of your strength. Your former strength and magic are exactly what you are today. Just like ordinary bread, it has not changed, but can a person enjoy its delicious food after trying all the delicacies? And delicacies or delicacies do not mean giving up!"

Amon also smiled: "I heard you have already achieved level 8, congratulations! Can you ask a few questions? I have not seen any relevant records in the classics of Isis Temple. Are there any other great warriors or great magicians who have to face this kind of test when they advance to level 7 to level 8?"

Maria thought for a while and replied, "There is indeed no clear record, but this may happen. A seventh-level warrior will sometimes feel as weak as a newborn baby, just like growing up again to gain powerful power. Some of them will be promoted to a level eight-level warrior. Some seventh-level magicians will feel that the increase in their magic power cannot be sustained and cannot adapt. There is a period of time when they cannot use divine art. It will not happen to everyone, and the duration and the form of expression are different. I have never heard of this in your case."

Sure enough, there was a similar situation. No wonder the old madman left a message like that in the Earth's Eyes. Amon asked curiously: "How did it cause it? Why is it not recorded in the classics?"

Maria frowned slightly and replied in thought: "The number of great warriors or great magicians is very small. This situation may not necessarily occur, and the form of appearance is different. Some of them have been mentioned in the classics of the Temple of Isis, but they are not very clear. There are many related records in the archives of the Aiju Academy of Divinity. The power of the great magicians or great magicians is troubled and generally they will not disclose it to others. They will only pray to the gods or seek help from trustworthy high priests.

Some people think this is a test of the gods, while others think that this is a despise of the gods after the power is expanded, and their faith is shaken and they are punished by the gods. But the most authoritative view so far is that there are errors or deviations in cultivation. After all, at this level, there is no longer much systematic experience to refer to, and many of them are personal explorations."

Amon leaned forward involuntarily and asked with interest: "How should we help them in this situation?"

Maria: "There are no certain rules, and each person's situation is different. If a great warrior feels weak and insists on the most basic exercise, and grows like a new birth or rebirth, according to some people's description, it is like a seed germinates in his body and obtains a brand new bloodline. At this time, he will be promoted to a level 8 warrior, but more people just recover their strength and do not advance.

As for the great magicians who often ask for help from the gods in prayer and reflect on whether their faith is shaken, they usually need to meditate quietly behind closed doors, and the result is usually the same. The Aiju Academy of Theology will occasionally hold a private ceremony to help them restore their strength.

The main purpose of this ritual is to let them feel the gaze of the gods, to make their faith pure and firm, and not to despise the gods due to the expansion of their power. It has no fixed form, and varies from person to person, neither like the initial awakening of power nor the secondary awakening of power held for the great warriors. Only the great magicians who have had this experience can provide guidance."

Amon nodded thoughtfully and said: "Reawakening of power."

Maria nodded and said, "Did you give this kind of ceremony specifically? Do I need to hold such a ceremony for you?" She looked at Amon as she spoke, and she thought she had a similar experience, but she had successfully passed the test and became a level 8 master magician.

Amon stood up and saluted: "I don't know how to express my gratitude. If there is such a ceremony, you have already held it for me."

Maria blinked her eyes, looking like a little girl, and she was a little playful: "Among, how can you thank me?"

This sentence asked Amon, as if one of the most difficult questions in the world, how could he thank her? Maria had done too much for Amon, not only saved his life by the Ronnie River, brought him back to the Temple of Isis to provide shelter, but also guided him to find the tribesmen of Duke, let him learn the art of war, recommended him to become the commander of the legion, seized an seemingly impossible opportunity to realize his wish. Amon made incredible merits with his own efforts, but all this would be unimaginable without Maria's help and guidance.

He stood there and was stunned for a long time before answering, "I don't know how to thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have everything I have today. But I don't know what else I can do for you except sit here and stare at you?"

As the guardian saint of Isis Temple, Maria has nothing to lack in wealth and power that can be possessed by the world. In the Eju Empire, she only needs to take the initiative to salute the gods and the pharaohs, and her status is on par with the imperial prime minister and the chief high priest of the Empire's Theological Academy. What Amon can give her is Maria already, and what Maria does not own, Amon can't give her. She is a benefactor he can never repay.

Maria rarely joked with Amon, but Amon answered so seriously and solemnly. The two of them were silent again. Amon stood and Maria sat, her eyes intertwined and looked at each other's eyes. After a while, Maria whispered: "I understand your strength, your will is almost perfect, but I see your weakness in your eyes. Without this weakness, you might become truly perfect and strong."

Weakness? Amon's eyes were only Maria's reflection in his eyes at this moment! He lowered his eyes again and said, "Maybe there are shortcomings, which is the true perfection of experiencing the world."

Maria looked at him and stopped talking, and finally smiled, stopped obsessing with the topic, raised her lips slightly and said, "You haven't answered my question yet, how can you thank me?"

Amon also smiled: "I really don't know how to thank you. The Saint Maiden has any instructions and I will never refuse!"

Maria blinked: "Oh? Since that's the case, I want to ask the General for something."

Amon was stunned: "What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you."

Maria looked up at the murals on the roof and said slowly: "When you first came to Eju, you were to return Nero's relics. But Nero's will was not strictly enforced. He mentioned something in his last words, allowing those who returned the relics to check one of his private notes.

After you came to the Temple of Isis, I specifically investigated it, but you didn't read it at that time. Later, I ordered someone to send the note to Mengfeisi. Nero designated the content of a scroll, named Storm of Destruction. Nero once made a legendary Storm of Destruction. Amon, please tell me, is it in your hands?"

Amon nodded helplessly and said, "Yes, this scroll has accompanied me through countless dangers in my hands."

Maria stretched out a hand through the table: "I want it, give it to me now!"

Amon asked in confusion: "What do you want it to do?"

Maria's smile became a little playful again: "General, you made such a decisive promise just now. Why did I hesitate so much when I really asked for something? Give it to me first, and then tell you the reason. Take it out, you must carry it with you."

Amon reached into his arms, pulled out a small gray scroll from his clothes under his right rib, held it forward a few steps in his hands, and carefully placed it on Maria's table. Then he did not retreat, but held the table with his hands and looked at Maria and said, "Sir, can you tell me now, why do you want this scroll, and how do you know that I will bring it with you?"

Maria reached out to pick up the most precious and dangerous scroll in the world, rubbed it gently and replied: "It's not that I need it, but that you no longer need it! I have checked the detailed introduction of this scroll. It is not expanded with mana, but with the vow of dedicating life. Those who use it only need to have the intermediate magic achievements, which is precisely the only scroll you can use at present. How can you not be brought by your side? When you come to see me today, I can feel the anxiety hidden in your heart. Only by giving it to me can you truly be free from the trouble."

Amon sighed and said, "Please take this scroll and seal it in the Temple of Isis."

Maria actually laughed out loud. She suddenly waved her hand and took out an identical gray scroll out of thin air and threw it to Amon and said, "Thank you for giving me such a precious thing, and I will give you a gift."

Amon reached out to catch it, and said in shock: "Storm of Destruction! Do you actually have one?... Hey, something seems wrong!" In other words, Amon threw out the Storm of Destruction in front of Maria. Not only did he not dodge or dodge, he would also reach out to catch it. If it were a different situation, he would probably have broken the door and ran away.

Maria smiled and said, "Did you find something wrong? This scroll is indeed a storm of destruction, with exactly the same material and production method, but it was not written successfully, and after it was unfolded, it was blank. When it exploded, everyone in the attack range would feel the pull and fluctuations of the life force, but would not be harmed."

Amon laughed and cried: "Fake! Who would make such a scroll?"

Maria shook her head and said, "It is quite difficult to process such a scroll. A long time ago, the Temple of Isis had gathered a group of great magicians to try to make a Storm of Destruction, but failed many times and failed in the end, leaving only such a nearly blank scroll. Several of these blank scrolls were made, which were the basis for processing Storm of Destruction, but they could not successfully condense their magic power to complete the writing. They were damaged in the middle, and even caused energy explosions to cause major casualties, so they had to give up.

This last blank scroll is still extremely precious. In theory, it can continue to process the real storm of destruction, but in my opinion there is no need for it. You are the only person in this world who has a real storm of destruction, so you can detect something wrong, but can others tell it? Even if you can tell it, you suspect it is fake, but who dares to make this bet?

I know that the real storm of destruction is in your hands, and others must know it. The power of this scroll is not that you use it, but that people know that you have it. If one day you really use it, it is nothing more than choosing a way to self-destruct, and I will never want to see this day. Do you understand, why should I do this?"

Amon finally understood Maria's intention completely. She couldn't help but want to hold her hand, but she didn't really stretch out her hand, and just stood at the table and stared at her. The two were only three feet apart, and they could feel each other's breath even when they breathed. Maria looked up at Amon, suddenly lowered her eyelashes and said, "Why do you have to live like this? Maybe it's time to get married, but in fact..."

Amon interrupted her: "I'm still young and don't want to talk about this!"

At this time, Gabriel loudly reported outside the door: "Sir, the Lord of the City of Meng Feisi is asking for a meeting and discuss with you the protection of the blessing ceremony."

Maria sighed softly and put away the storm of destruction, and replied with a majestic voice: "Please come in, General Amon is here too."

...

After saying goodbye to Maria, he left the temple with the Lord of Daya. Amon returned to his temporary residence in Mengfeisi, and immediately called Remedanzo and told him to return to the territory to do something. Amon finally decided to let Moses and others set off. Nominally, they were Amon's slaves and went to another territory to reclaim under the order of the General.

This group of people had to pass through the border checkpoints of Eju on the way. Amon did not send anyone to escort them, but gave Moses a warrant, asking him to lead his tribe back to his home. Amon also ordered Medanzo and Link to follow secretly, and if there was any unexpected danger, they would quietly resolve it without having to appear openly. When these tribes encountered obstacles, Medanzo and Link could appear in the name of the messenger of Aroha at the right time to give guidance on confidence and courage.

This trip is a long journey. First of all, you have to travel through the heart of Eju, and there are also monsters roaming deserts, jungles, wastelands, and swamps, which are also a test of will and beliefs. Under normal circumstances, the main danger encountered during this trip should be in the deserts and swamps outside Eju, and you can walk the official road between city-states in Eju. In order to facilitate your actions, Amon handed over several precious magic weapons, including the crystal shuttle, the passing lamp, and the puppet eye mirror to Medanzo and Link.

Medanzo left Mengfeisi that afternoon. Moses and others were dragging their families with their families, with dozens of cars and a large number of daily necessities. The speed on the road would not be too fast, and it would take at least several months to reach the Duke Plain.

Medanzo left, John felt very bored, because Amon only reads various classics in the room on weekdays and hardly goes out, so his personal guard captain cannot go out for a walk. Amon saw that, when he was having dinner that day, he asked John with a smile: "Before going to Helie Mountain, you have been living in Mengfeisi. Where do you usually go to have fun at night? If you have nothing to do, why don't you take me to see it too."

John was overjoyed and laughed: "General, I have been waiting for you to say this! Just follow me, I will treat you tonight!"

Amon changed into comfortable plainclothes and followed John out. He did not take his guards. John drove himself to a very prosperous neighborhood west of the city. It was far from the temple but very close to the place where the shops were concentrated. John parked in front of a large courtyard with bright lights. Amon looked a little strange. This place turned out to be the most luxurious brothel in Mengfeisi City.

Amon knew this place. In the past, Aesop accompanied him around shopping and once passed by the door of this brothel. He also specifically mentioned that it only received aristocrats. The Western European master was so rich but could not go in for fun, which was one of the regrets in life. At that time, Western Europe was not aristocrats, and neither was Amon, but Amon had never entered any brothel, and there was nothing to regret.

When John saw Amon's expression, he was amused and grabbed his arm and whispered: "God Amon, you should have experienced all kinds of things in the world. You should know that life is not just about cultivation or fighting. As the general of the Empire, you are so young and handsome, so you should come to such places to show off your face more often!"

Without saying a word, Amon pulled him in. John was obviously familiar with the people, and even the guys here knew him. As soon as he entered the door, he ordered the servants of the brothel to take the carriage away, and then shouted loudly, asking someone to arrange the best incense hall for him. Everything was based on the highest specifications, and it didn't matter how much it cost.

They entered a separate small incense hall. The so-called small hall was definitely not small, with spacious large lounge chairs, and there were delicious wines and delicacies on the table in front. There was a pool in front of the table, which was actually warm water and sprinkled with petals. After sitting down, someone played musical instruments, and the band played behind a screen wall, and could not see the situation in the hall.

As soon as John sat down, he ordered his friend to call all the best girls here and have a singing and dancing on the carpet in front of the pool so that the general could appreciate it. If Amon had a crush on one or a few, he would stay for the drinks.

Time was not long, and more than a dozen girls came, singing and dancing in the hall through the pool. The clothes they wore were very "interesting", all with a navel-exposed breasts. The plump breasts only covered the two points at the highest point, but there was a string of curtain-shaped metal pendants hanging on the chest, making a pleasant sound during the collision. Many strips of skirts were cut, and the slender and seductive thighs were exposed as their waists twisted. This half-covered and half-covered was a more heart-warming ambiguous temptation.

They don’t wear much clothes, but they just wear veils. This veil cannot cover their faces because it is almost transparent, decorated with shining things, which sets off the girl’s looming face. They twist their bodies to make all kinds of seductive postures, but they sing noble poems gently in their mouths, making people unable to help but feel lust.

This was the first time Amon had seen such a scene, but his performance on any occasion was similar. The nineteen-year-old boy never wasted food. When he saw the table in front of him, he started to eat and drink very seriously, chew slowly and drink wine from time to time. Occasionally, he heard some poems sung by the girls very well written. Then Amon raised his head and looked at him deliberately, and then continued to lower his head to eat and drink.

John was quite interested in watching it, holding the wine glass and raising his legs, and playing the cup with his fingers to beat the beat. After a song, John turned his head and asked, "General, who do you like? Let them walk through the pool."

The rules here are very particular. If the guests want to keep which girls, the girls need to come from the pool and get wet when they come to the guests. This is considered a deliberate arrangement of fun or mood. There are also impatient guests who take off their coats and jump into the pool to play when the girls enter the pool.

Amon was stunned, put down his cup and looked up, "John, you can do it yourself, I don't want to stay."

John scratched the back of his head and smiled, "Your vision is so high that I admire you!" Then he waved his hands at the girls opposite the pool and said, "You all stay here and stay with me!"

The girls were disappointed, but when they heard this, they laughed and jumped into the pool and ran over, splashing water.

Amon and John sat on both sides, and their recliners were separated by screens. The long large recliners were very spacious, and even if they were treated as beds, they were fine. However, the dozen girls ran to John's side, and they were full of stuff and didn't sit down. Two of them simply sat on John's lap, but they looked at Amon secretly with curious eyes.

This guy is strong and handsome. In fact, the girls are more willing to accompany him, but Amon didn't like him, which makes people angry. Amon's face remained unchanged, and sat there drinking and eating, and used a knife to clean the meat on his bones. This made the girls wonder. If you want to eat, you can go to the restaurant. Is it just for food to spend so much money to come here?

When John saw this scene, he immediately shouted loudly: "Call your boss, Dyland!"

After a while, the boss of the brothel came in. When he saw more than a dozen girls drinking around John, he secretly complained. Dyland had known this John for a long time. John had fought many times here a few years ago. He had drunk too much and injured several noble children from a large family. He almost demolished a small hall in the brothel.

Why is this old man here again? It's so deadly! The boss asked carefully: "It turns out that Lord John is here, and welcoming you! Are you any dissatisfied with it? Do you have any instructions?"

John hugged the two wet girls on his legs and slapped the table and said, "Of course I'm not satisfied. Have you seen over there? That's my noblest friend and the highest vision. Go and call all your best girls!"
Chapter completed!