Only God
Chapter 104 - 94 The Divine Angel Comes to the World_2

Chapter 104: Chapter 94 The Divine Angel Comes to the World_2

He was only asking Basel for eternal friendship.

"Is it... just me?"

Basel said in disbelief.

Elder Salas turned his head and nodded.

Basel felt somewhat uneasy,

and after hesitating for a moment, he decided to give his assent,

"I promise you, Elder Salas."

Compared to the secret of the power of Prophecy, what accounted for the friendship of one such as himself, a fallen Poet of no renown?

Elder Salas smiled sincerely,

"Basel, we have a saying here."

"Yes, what is it?"

Elder Salas looked out at the belly-white of the fish clustering toward the Temple, a new dawn was about to fall.

"The frankincense that we burn together,

before it turns to ash,

I will not leave you, my friend."

The saying of the Three-eyed Ape People echoed in Basel’s ears and for some reason, the words lingered long in his mind.

Elder Salas stood up, and as a cool breeze blew by, he coughed loudly several times, his whole body shaking with it.

Basel looked at this friend, who was extremely weak; though he was only over seventy years old, he looked older than a Logosian of seven hundred.

The Three-eyed Ape People lived but eighty years.

Only twenty-nine thousand two hundred and nineteen nights and days;

in such time, while a Logosian’s mind had yet to mature, a Three-eyed Ape Man would have already been long dead.

...

...

The next day.

Basel brought back the secret of the power of Prophecy to King Dovlo.

Within the palace, the Vanguard who had returned from the desert looked up at the figure on the King’s Throne.

"What did you say, the power of Prophecy comes only from the third eye of the Three-eyed Ape People?"

King Dovlo exclaimed in surprise,

"Even after death, the third eye can still use the power of Prophecy?"

Basel nodded.

Because of his stutter, he chose to carve the secret of the power of Prophecy onto a wooden board, and presented it to King Dovlo.

"The third eye, once removed, if it has never used the power of Prophecy, can continue to use it for sixty years... How miraculous."

King Dovlo marveled, the records on the wooden board seemed like some kind of myth.

King Dovlo’s eyes swept over every word and sentence on the board, and after reading it all, he couldn’t help but marvel.

"God, the world is indeed fair, those Three-eyed Ape People, despite their short lifespan, possess abilities we can hardly imagine."

King Dovlo put down the wooden plank, speaking thoughtfully.

Beside the throne, Rui Ying squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the returned Vanguard, his gaze lingered on Bandi for a while before fixating directly on Basel.

"Father, shouldn’t you reward them for such great contributions?"

Upon hearing these words, King Dovlo’s gaze lingered on Bandi and Basel in turn.

The former was his illegitimate son; in the report, Lan Boxi particularly mentioned Bandi’s merits, it was because of this son’s plans that Basel managed to inquire about the secret of the power of Prophecy.

And the latter was undoubtedly the greatest hero of this expedition, without him, King Dovlo would not have learned the secret of the power of Prophecy.

King Dovlo raised his hand, ready to bestow a reward.

At that moment, he shifted his gaze and noticed the look in Prince Rui Ying’s eyes.

Following the Prince’s gaze down from the throne, he realized that his bastard son, Bandi, was looking at himself and Rui Ying with complicated eyes.

Having sat securely on the throne for centuries, King Dovlo had long developed a keen sensitivity; he immediately sensed the expectation in Bandi’s gaze, along with jealousy toward Rui Ying.

King Dovlo felt a touch of fatherly pity for Bandi’s anticipation,

but that jealousy was overwhelmed by the king’s indifference and authority.

He could not leave a threat for Rui Ying.

Therefore, King Dovlo said with an authoritative voice:

"Rui Ying, you are my son, you decide the rewards."

Looking up at his father, Bandi’s face froze.

His heart beneath his chest was so cold it was almost rigid.

A gentle knock would reveal a sound full of cracks.

Rui Ying maintained the victor’s poise as he walked down from beside the throne to below it, announcing the King’s reward to the Vanguard.

Basel and Bandi, as the two greatest heroes, were officially appointed as Priests, permitted to paint and write the stories of God, and to lead the public in high mountain worship.

Additionally, for Basel, the King specially bestowed a brass and ivory necklace as a mark of honor.

Bandi, seeing King Dovlo personally place the brass and ivory necklace around Basel’s neck, felt jealousy and resentment burning wildly in his eyes.

He knew that the special reward given to Basel was not just a simple gesture.

King Dovlo was bestowing rewards upon himself as a bastard son.

Whether it was allowing Rui Ying to decide on the rewards, or deliberately bestowing a rare necklace upon Basel, he was subtly and not so subtly warning himself.

Bandi was burning with rage, he forcibly calmed himself down, yet his body still trembled slightly.

Hatred swept through his body and mind.

The two most meritorious contributors received rewards, as for the other four Hunters, they were given various precious spices, beast teeth, and hides.

After the members of the Vanguard had left,

only King Dovlo and his son Rui Ying remained in the palace.

"Father King, what do you plan to do with the power of ’prophecy’?"

Rui Ying asked.

King Dovlo bowed his head, facing the wooden tablet in his hands, lost in thought.

In fact, after reading the tablet that recorded the power of prophecy, King Dovlo had some ideas.

As the eldest son of King Dovlo, Rui Ying, who had always been by the King’s Throne, had long noticed something in his father’s eyes.

"Rui Ying, we just recently announced the friendship between our two tribes."

After musing for a while, King Dovlo sighed and spoke thus.

Rui Ying’s expression slightly fluctuated, and then he spoke:

"Father King, this is an opportunity, an opportunity for your achievements to surpass those of Grandfather!"

King Dovlo’s body shivered slightly, he turned his head and looked at Rui Ying.

That gaze was sharp.

Yet Rui Ying knew that the sharpness in the gaze was just a facade.

He understood his father, King Dovlo,

within the sharp gaze, the desire to accomplish an unprecedented feat was the only truth.

Rui Ying gazed straight into his father’s eyes, fanning the flames:

"My dear father, consider, my grandfather, King Yarlessto, was so helpless in the face of the second rational crisis, it even led to the unfortunate outcome of brotherly separation."

"Father, everything is because God has departed."

"And if, if through prophecy, we could find the whereabouts of God... then such an achievement would be sung by every poet for thousands upon thousands of years!"

The eldest son’s words fell, one by one, into King Dovlo’s ears.

King Dovlo originally wanted to keep that thought buried deep in his heart.

That thought... to seize the power of prophecy.

But

His eldest son was now persuading him to pour out that thought.

At this moment, King Dovlo couldn’t help but waver.

"Say no more."

King Dovlo said in a deep voice.

"My father, are you content with that?"

Rui Ying suddenly embraced King Dovlo’s body, pressing his father King upon the King’s Throne,

"To enjoy the throne, apart from you, there are three Kings.

Among these three Kings, which one can you speak of as an equal?"

Rui Ying’s words, full of warmth yet cold as bone, resonated in his ears.

King Dovlo not only did not feel rage,

his affection for his eldest son made him feel that those words were exceedingly incisive.

Indeed...

Which King could he consider his equal?

The Sapo King expanded the initial territory of the kingdom, establishing the Royal Capital; King Yarlessto brought agriculture and animal husbandry, created writing, compiled history, establishing unparalleled merits; King Dertulian emancipated slaves, voyaged overseas, in hopes of finding the whereabouts of God, and established a brand-new kingdom...

Among those crowned heads seated on the King’s Throne, which King was he able to look back upon?

"Father, now... there is an opportunity, an unprecedented opportunity laid out in front of us."

King Dovlo raised his head and looked at Rui Ying.

"What is it, my child?"

Over the years, Rui Ying, who had been assisting in state affairs, had already shown ample ability and ambition. Whenever King Dovlo had cumbersome affairs of state, he would always consult his eldest son.

King Dovlo trusted Rui Ying immensely, so he had him stand by the right side of the throne, becoming his right-hand man.

Rui Ying gazed at his father, the prince’s ambition aflame.

He could not tolerate, he and his father King, being remembered in history as mediocre or utterly unremarkable.

"Father, if through prophecy, we successfully find the whereabouts of God,

our accomplishments, Father and son,

will surpass King Sapo, surpass King Yarlessto, surpass King Dertulian

and even surpass...

my great-grandfather, the Prophet Al chosen by God."

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