Chapter 1204
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Chapter 1204 Idol Trainee?
Several large men were dragging a wooden cart, slowly advancing across the desert.
Rough sounds of revelry and cursing echoed in the air. This ancient language entered Lin Qiye’s ears and automatically transformed into Chinese that he could understand.
“How much fine wine do you think we can pray for today?”
“At least 40 kilograms, right? Last time we brought back too little, and the city lord was unhappy.”
“Last time it was because Old Seven secretly drank several kilograms on the way. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had only 20 kilograms left when we got back.”
“Old Six, Old Six? Say something. You’re always like a silent oil bottle. How are we going to amuse the Wine God later if you’re like this?”
“Forget it, forget it. He’s been like this since he was little. Today, let’s all be a bit louder and put in more effort.”
“…”
Following them as they left the city and headed toward the eastern desert, Lin Qiye’s confusion grew increasingly intense.
Wine God?
What was that?
After walking for about half an hour, the group of men finally stopped in front of a dried-up oasis.
They put down the wooden cart behind them and gathered around an empty depression. They piled nearby branches together, and one of the men bent down beside the pile, vigorously drilling to create fire.
“Everyone get ready. This time, use the dance we rehearsed last night!”
The other men spread out to different corners as if facing a great enemy, staring intently at the black cave in the center of the depression, and solemnly spoke.
“Understood!”
Crackle—!
The man drilling for fire successfully lit the pile of branches. A flame rose from the edge of the water hollow, and wisps of smoke ascended to the sky.
The moment this flame appeared, small pebbles scattered in the water hollow began to tremble slightly.
Lin Qiye, hiding behind a sand dune, let out a soft exclamation and fixed his gaze on the black cave in the center of the hollow.
After several seconds of trembling, a golden wine pot suddenly flew out from the cave, hovering above the water hollow, seemingly searching for the source of fire.
At the same time, the men surrounding the hollow simultaneously crouched down like sumo wrestlers, clapping their hands heavily above their heads!
“Hey—!!”
The crisp sound of clapping and the men’s shouts immediately attracted the attention of the golden wine pot.
Then, these men surrounded the water hollow and powerfully danced their bodies, beginning a masculine yet aesthetically pleasing dance.
Accompanied by body movements that whistled through the air, they opened their mouths wide and forcefully shouted some obscure tones, like an ancient blessing chant echoing over the dried oasis.
They sang and danced, all eyes fixed on the golden wine pot above the water hollow. Bean-sized sweat drops slid down their cheeks, showing how hard they were trying.
Lin Qiye was shocked, his mouth wide open…
What was this?
Ancient idol trainees?
What shocked Lin Qiye most was that as these men sang and danced, the golden wine pot in the air seemed to become excited. It enthusiastically swayed its body, as if cheering on the men.
Whoosh—!
As the wine pot’s movements became more intense, rose-colored wine poured frantically from the top of the pot, irrigating the dried water hollow and gradually forming a pool of wine.
The intoxicating aroma of wine permeated the air. The men singing and dancing at the edge of the hollow kept swallowing their saliva, joy appearing on their faces.
As the last beat fell, the men simultaneously stopped, breathing heavily.
The golden wine pot jumped excitedly, as if applauding them, and with each jump, even larger amounts of fine wine splashed out.
“Farewell to the Wine God!”
The men bowed in unison to the golden wine pot. Old Six, who had been maintaining the fire, quickly extinguished it. The wine pot, in high spirits, circled in the air before returning to its cave.
Once the wine pot disappeared, the men immediately erupted in cheers, taking empty barrels from the wooden cart and quickly filling them with wine from the pool.
“A wine pot that pours out wine when excited… Is this also one of the divine tools collected by Gilgamesh back then?”
Lin Qiye witnessed the entire process, his eyes full of shock.
The men finished pouring the wine from the hollow, filling the wooden cart completely, the smiles on their faces unstoppable.
“Wow, this time it must be at least sixty kilograms, right?”
“It seems the dance we rehearsed overnight was effective.”
“This time when we return, the city lord should reward us generously!”
“Hahaha… Let’s go back to the city!”
“I, I need to go take a piss.” Old Six spoke somewhat awkwardly.
“Tsk… Go, go, go, we’ll leave after you’re done!”
Amid the joyful conversation of the men, Old Six quickly left the oasis to find a suitable place to relieve himself.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, knowing the opportunity had come, and immediately followed, becoming one with the night.
Old Six climbed over a sand dune and, seeing no one around, began to undo his belt.
At that moment, a heavy blow struck the back of his head. His eyes rolled back, and he was knocked unconscious, falling onto the sand.
Lin Qiye stood calmly behind him, wearing a black cloak. A brilliant magical light radiated from beneath his feet.
When the light dissipated, his appearance had completely transformed into that of the fallen Old Six.
He opened his mouth, simply mimicking a few sentences in the other’s voice, then turned and walked back to the main group.
“Old Six is back, let’s go!”
“Let’s go, let’s go, find a place to have a drink when we get back!”
No one noticed anything unusual about “Old Six.” They all pulled the fully loaded wooden cart together and headed toward the city.
Following these men, Lin Qiye successfully entered behind the black city walls.
This city had existed in the King’s Treasury for who knows how many years. Because it was isolated from the outside world, there were no foreign faces. If he hadn’t transformed into a native who already existed in the city, he would likely have been discovered immediately.
And this typically silent “Old Six” was undoubtedly his best choice.
After passing through the city walls, numerous ancient-styled brick buildings appeared before him. For a moment, Lin Qiye thought he had traveled back thousands of years to an ancient time, entering some magnificent and historically rich city-state.
“The wine-seeking brothers are back!”
“Oh, it’s you guys? How was today’s harvest?”
“Hey, see those barrels full of wine at the back? Today we got a full sixty kilograms!”
“Sixty kilograms?! So much?”
“…”
The wooden cart traveled on the uneven stone-brick road, making a dull sound. Some city residents gathered around, curiously chatting with the other men, their faces showing expressions of shock.
Perhaps knowing that Lin Qiye’s “Old Six” didn’t like to talk, or perhaps because his interpersonal relationships weren’t good to begin with, no one came to talk to him, which suited Lin Qiye just fine.
His gaze calmly swept the surroundings, suddenly falling on the door eaves of these houses. His brows slightly furrowed.
Almost every household’s door had an ancient-styled bronze badge hanging on it, with mysterious and complex patterns on the surface.
Lin Qiye recognized these badges.
When Gilgamesh had just left the hospital room, Merlin had given him a similar fragment.
This was the emblem of the Kingdom of Uruk.
