Only God
Chapter 153 - 132: A young boy is about to embark on a great journey

Chapter 153: Chapter 132: A young boy is about to embark on a great journey

"You have two homelands,"

In the abandoned Temple, the old Priest was teaching the Stone Slaves before him,

"One homeland is here, the Ajia Land nourished by rivers, while the other, hidden behind the vast deserts, there stands a snow-capped mountain. It is said that atop this mountain, there lies a tree so ancient it is almost unbelievable, and at the foot of that mountain, there once was a Kingdom.

That is the ancient Kingdom of the Elves, your second homeland, and of course, my spiritual homeland as well."

The Stone Slave slaves listened intently, the old Priest’s way of speaking was like telling a story, always easing in deeply and intriguing, leaving them pondering long after it ended.

They loved hearing the old Priest speaking of these hidden legends, a rare splash of color in their monotonous, laborious slave lives.

"Why would it be our second homeland?"

Noen asked.

The old Priest smiled, stretching out his hand to press it against the young man’s heart,

"The blood of Elves flows in your veins; that’s why you cannot wield the power of Prophecy."

Noen touched his tightly closed eyes on his forehead, aware of this as a slave of the Prime Minister’s family.

Meanwhile, the other slaves around them showed expressions of sudden realization; they obviously did not know this before.

"Why do we have the blood of Elves?"

A slave could not help asking.

"This is a long story. You only need to know that the Kingdom of the Elves, that once great Kingdom, was destroyed. Many Elves and Three-eyed Ape People stepped into the desert together, there, the two races depended on each other, intermarried."

The old Priest scratched his head, showing a troubled expression, indicating it was a twisted and bizarre history.

"Old Priest, then why did the Kingdom of the Elves get destroyed?"

Noen asked in astonishment.

He remembered the Elves in the legends, beautiful and long-lived; such a race, their Kingdom should last forever.

"That’s too far back; I know very little."

The old Priest said with a wry smile,

"It is said they executed a Divine Angel, so their Kingdom was destroyed."

The slaves burst into an uproar, and Noen was even more bewildered.

"They executed a Divine Angel? Why would they execute an Angel?... It is an Angel after all... Also, did God Himself destroy the Kingdom? What did He use, fire rain, thunder, or floods?"

Noen fired question after question, his face revealing his urgency.

Even the old Priest couldn’t handle his barrage of inquiries, raising both hands, asking him to pause.

"Noen... you are being too hard on this old man. I know very little about that history; I only know the Kingdom was destroyed. As to how it was destroyed, or in what manner, I do not know."

The old Priest said while laughing and talking to Noen.

Noen’s face showed disappointment as he lowered his head, eagerly wanting to know the fate of that Kingdom, but the old Priest could not answer his questions.

His father’s death had removed the barriers to his faith, but he still hesitated at the edge of dedication, unwilling to leap into a new faith without understanding everything.

"Noen. Our lives last but a mere eighty years; I am already old, no longer having the strength to explore ancient legends."

The old Priest said softly,

"But you still possess the vitality of youth."

Noen lifted his head, his eyes locking with the old Priest’s.

There he saw the wise old man holding a Sheepskin Scroll in one hand, the other hand rubbing his forehead, light filtering through the window, enveloping his figure.

"Why don’t you try?

Embark on an unprecedented journey,

Cross the desert, in search of a homeland three thousand years old."

Noen’s eyes gradually widened, pure longing instantly filled his chest.

"Perhaps, God stands at the end,

Atop that mountain, in the eternal brilliance,

Waiting for you for a long time."

That was just the old Priest’s usual, ordinary encouragement, which he had spoken to many young people before; this time was meant to be no different.

But within those words of advice,

A seed of hope was planted.

A young man’s future was set on a great journey.

.........

.........

The King of the Ajia Kingdom, that noble named King Oton, enjoyed endless praises from countless subjects, loyal prayers from Priests, and the glory of the dynasty enduring to this day, yet was solely unable to possess a perfect lover.

Within the Palace built of fine stones, adorned with various precious sculptures, and the scent of burning spices lingering at the foot of the walls, King Oton looked sorrowfully towards his lover, Esia, in the bedroom.

His lover Esia, a lowly Stone Slave, should not even set foot in the Palace by rights, lest it may defile the King’s sanctity.

But... things happened as they did.

King Oton could not forget the day the Prime Minister presented Esia to him.

Then, Esia, with poetry-like language, said:

"Come, let us savor love."

Such an enthralling lover.

Esia’s words struck directly at King Oton’s heart; the poetry-loving King soon indulged in his lover’s melodious whispers, swiftly discovering Esia was his soulmate; they both enjoyed poetry, were both sentimental, both detested politics.

"O plague-bringer, how can you bear to harm him, to leave my lover, the King’s lover, bedridden and in agony."

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