Aiwass, with a thoughtful and meaningful smile, said, "No wonder... the Benevolent Lords are hereditary, but none of their children have mastered this water summoning ability.
"And no wonder, killing a Benevolent Lord in the desert is a kind of forbidden taboo—according to this form of inheritance, if the Benevolent Lord is killed, then the remaining Benevolent Lords will only become fewer and fewer.
"One needs the head of the predecessor to obtain this power, to engrave this skill, right? So you are unwilling to teach me this knowledge, because this is not about imparting the skill of summoning water to me... but an inheritance that requires life as the price."
"... Master, Master... I beg you! I beg your forgiveness..."
Avxin's voice was rough and parched, as painful as struggling naked on sharp stones: "I am willing to help you seize the contract marks of other Benevolent Lords, I beg you—save me, save me!"
"I see..."
