Chapter 8 Departure
"Leaving today?"
"I'm leaving today."
Faced with his wife's concerns, Yara answered truthfully.
"I'll resolve the land authorization issue a day sooner..."
"We'll be able to live in peace a day sooner."
"You know that."
"We've suffered too much..."
The tents were kept clean and tidy, and some commonly used tools and utensils were wiped clean and neatly arranged outside the tents. There were even several newly planted clumps of echinacea and rosemary around the tents.
My wife has always been a very capable woman.
Yara never had to worry about these household chores.
"Could it really be you?"
"It can only be me," Yara said.
There was always a strange sense of responsibility in Yara, as if he was born to bear more than others.
When the village was struck by disaster, he single-handedly saved countless villagers who had narrowly escaped death, and after the disaster, he united the confused, fearful, and helpless victims to face the difficulties together.
"I've heard... that King Argos is bloodthirsty... you must protect yourself..."
His wife was already choking up.
Seeing his wife's expression, Yara comforted her, "Have you forgotten what happened yesterday?"
"I have said it before, God is watching over me."
"I'll be fine, don't worry."
Hearing this, the wife was slightly relieved.
Whether it was truly "God," the protection of some other god, or even some shady witchcraft...
But she was willing to believe as long as it could protect Yara.
"I will pray for you…" the wife said.
Upon hearing this, Yara smiled slightly, took the baggage from his wife, and prepared to leave.
However, just as he turned around, his wife called him back.
"Wait a moment."
Yara turned his head in confusion to look at his wife.
"I have good news for you..."
His wife stopped sobbing and slowly smiled, her eyes full of expectation.
"I am pregnant."
Yara's eyes widened, and a surge of joy rushed into his heart like a sudden influx.
His luggage fell to the ground. He knelt before his wife, carefully examining her lower abdomen. The bulge wasn't obvious... but it was definitely there... meaning—
Yara is about to have a child!
"I... am going to be a father..."
Yara's voice trembled with excitement as he looked up at his wife in disbelief.
His wife gently cupped Yara's face in her warm hands, nodding slightly with a smile.
"I will definitely obtain territorial authorization!"
Yara hugged his wife tightly around the waist, pressed his face against her lower abdomen, and burst into tears.
"For my child!"
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The clouds and mist are like ocean waves, rising and falling, like the wind sweeping across the grasslands of the wilderness. The clouds and mist lower their shape and pay homage to the great phantom at the center of heaven.
Yahweh and the raven, one large and one small, sat by the Fountain of Wisdom, watching the situation of present-day Ara.
"Yay! Yara has a child!" The raven jumped up happily.
You'd think the child was its.
"What's there to be happy about?" Yahweh said, speechless.
"Lord, you're so foolish! Even if Yara dies, we can still have his children help us find the scroll!"
Yahweh was silent for a moment.
He then grabbed the crow and shoved its head into the nearby Fountain of Wisdom.
Immediately, the crows squawked loudly as they were scalded by the boiling spring water.
This silly bird is getting bolder and bolder.
When Yahweh brought out the raven.
Its once colorful black feathers are now completely bald.
It spun around in the clouds, feeling dizzy. When it came to its senses, it stretched out its wings and touched its bald head.
She immediately burst into tears.
"Stop crying, it will grow back on its own in a couple of days."
As a soul entity, the crow's physical form is completely unimportant; it can even completely abandon the form of a "crow" and exist as a wisp of black mist.
As the master of the Well of Wisdom, Yahweh has the ability to control the backlash of the well's waters to the point that the crow feels pain but is not harmed.
This hair-shedding phenomenon is entirely due to the crow's belief that it will shed its feathers.
So, in terms of its physical appearance, it truly shed its hair.
"Since we're looking for the scroll, do you know the whereabouts of the other scrolls?"
As Yahweh was about to depart, he asked the raven.
"have no idea."
The crow, with its bald head and a gloomy expression, walked up to Yahweh.
Take your seat properly.
"Perhaps, we need to find all these scrolls hidden in every corner of the world..."
"It truly requires the efforts of generations of people in Yara..."
Yahweh watched as Arah was about to set off.
I felt a little sentimental.
...
"Follow my plan, build our home."
I will be back before winter.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm not too old to move, the village won't be in chaos."
"Don't worry, Yara, I'll keep an eye on it too."
When Yara left the village, the old man, the pockmarked man, and the other leaders were waiting at the entrance. He explained the various matters to them and then turned and left with the centurion and the others.
He gazed at the village, which was beginning to take shape under the sunlight.
A few beautiful visions have taken root in my heart.
Perhaps when he returns with the land deeds, Canaan will have undergone a complete transformation, with neat little houses, clean and tidy roads, and perhaps even some flowers planted along the way...
His wife should be able to give birth smoothly next spring, at which time he will have a son... or perhaps a lovely little princess.
Seeing Yara's smiling face, the centurion couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"
Yara was taken aback at first, then glanced at the centurion.
He originally didn't want to pay any attention to this person who had almost killed him.
But on the other hand, there is an urgent need to share the joy in one's heart.
On the other hand, he also had to spend some time with the centurion on the journey, and their relationship was not good and remained strained.
He paused for a moment, then replied,
My wife is pregnant.
The centurion was also taken aback, then turned his head away.
"oh."
"Congratulations!"
"..."
They remained silent the entire way.
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Centurions belong to the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Argos and serve directly under the King of Argos.
He led a dozen royal guards and dozens of ordinary soldiers to Canaan to inspect the area for the king's annual autumn hunting activities, in order to ensure that the hunting grounds were safe enough.
The king's exact words were:
"You have the right to kill anyone who dares to step into the hunting grounds!"
The centurion, because he kept his promise to Ara, did not expel the Canaanites but instead took Ara back to Argos, which was a mistake in principle.
However, the centurion believed that bringing before the king a man of equal courage to himself, and perhaps even connected to the Olympian gods, was enough to atone for his mistake. He believed that a sufficient number of warriors were the foundation of the Kingdom of Argos, and indeed, of the King of Argos.
So the centurion took Ara and set off from Canaan, heading east through forests and mountains, hoping to reach Argos as quickly as possible and present Ara, this valiant warrior, to the King of Argos...
Along the way, the soldiers who had witnessed Yara's "resurrection" tried to keep a proper distance from him.
Everyone feels that having anything to do with the underworld is a bit unlucky.
The centurion, however, was not among them; he had always wanted to break the ice with Yara.
However, due to his poor communication skills and his past grievances with Yara, their interactions along the way were not very pleasant...
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"The Kingdom of Argos is the most powerful and wealthiest nation in Middle-earth. We have 100,000 valiant warriors and countless treasures and gold and silver. The other nations and city-states all revere the Kingdom of Argos, and no one dares to disobey the King of Argos's will!"
"King Argos was a great warrior in his own right. In his youth, he had nothing but his sword, and with that sword, he defeated one enemy after another, conquering one city-state and warrior after another..."
As the centurion spoke, his eyes shone, as if the King of Argos were an invincible god among men. It was clear that he worshipped the King of Argos almost religiously.
"...Even Zeus's thunderbolts could not defeat him!"
The centurion spoke with great enthusiasm, glancing at Yara beside him, looking just like a believer in a pyramid scheme.
Yara scoffed, "Not as good as God."
The centurion, however, became enraged. He shouted, "No, that's not the same! He's a man, the King of Argos is a man, not a god. But your God is one of the gods of Olympus. How can you compare them!"
Yara was taken aback.
Of course he knew about the Olympian gods; it was a mythological story that people in the Middle Kingdom had heard since childhood.
What about the king of gods who controls thunder and the sky, and what about Poseidon, Hades, and so on?
However, Ara had never heard of any stories about "God".
But the centurion before him said, "God is the god of Olympus."
Is that really the case?
However, he had never seen the Olympian gods, but he had witnessed "God" twice.
The worship he felt from the depths of his soul when he met "God" made it impossible for him to accept any other "god"... In fact, the thought of such a majestic being kneeling before the King of Gods was unbearable...
He felt a profound sense of blasphemy...
I feel nauseous and want to vomit.
Just thinking about it made Yara feel that he was unforgivable and deserved to die.
But why had he never heard any myths or epics about "God"?
Suddenly, an utterly absurd idea arose in his mind, and from the moment it appeared, it occupied his entire thought process—
Perhaps, at this very moment.
he.
Yara.
We are in the midst of God's magnificent epic.
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