Muhadi and Fahd changed into the clothes of the dead and brought their weapons and ornaments. The Psychic Warlock noticed that the two steel and agate stone armbands were in a complete set, and the shape was identical. The two silver and jade armbands are not the same, and I don't know what they mean.

The psychic sorcerer used psionic energy to slightly darken his skin and the elves' complexions, and obscured Fahd's pointed ears. In this way, it is very difficult for the locals to recognize them by their appearance.

The four of them lay in ambush for a while, but still did not see a woman passing by. Strange as it may seem, Muhathir hadn't seen a young woman since he teleported into this world. Aren't the women of this world allowed to go out?

Staying here all the time is not the way to go. After discussing with his companions, the Psychic decided that he and Fahd would go out to investigate the situation first and see if they could get a few sets of women's clothing. Aisha stayed to take care of Fatoumah and there shouldn't be any problems.

The two left their hiding place and walked along the path of the garden.

Fahd pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, as if it were just an insignificant outing. But Muhadi could feel that the elf's heart was extremely shocked, and it was almost difficult to control it.

And who can blame him for all his fuss? A man who has lived in the vast desert all his life, sees a river for the first time, sees rain for the first time, sees a garden with lush vegetation and a water source that no one fights for. In Attas, where a metal weapon can kill someone, many people wear metal anklet bracelets as decorations.

"I have a hunch," the elf said to Muhadi. "The people of Mistara will not want to share this world with us. Your colonization plans will undoubtedly encounter resistance from the locals. ”

"As a samurai, I don't want you to forget your old ways. Muhati said to Fahd. "In Attas, what did you do when you met a tribe who didn't want to share the water?"

"Sometimes trade, sometimes rob, sometimes trade and snatch. The elf shrugged. "But as you can see, the population of this world is much larger than ours. ”

"About a hundred times the population of Attas," said the Psychic Warlock. "Everyone has a chance, and you don't have to compete for honor. ”

"Ha, I appreciate your attitude!" the elf whistled.

They went out of the garden, and in front of them was a market-like place. Some soldiers in cloth clothes were patrolling, and the crowd was talking. Muhadi's psionic synaesthesia told him that these men were wanted by a group of "strangely dressed visitors from another world, and the king of earth was going to judge them himself." ”

These Mistara soldiers were not armoured, and were armed with oddly shaped fist blades. They almost brushed shoulders with Muhadi, but they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. The psychic sorcerer's abilities dull their senses.

Muhadi and elves walked through the stalls, hawkers selling ointments and powders, perfumes and oils, as vendors displayed their skills along the streets. The little boy who sells flowers waves flowers and garlands at passers-by: the wine sellers sit on rows of shady benches with their wine bags, as usual, waiting for customers to come to their door. The smell of food, musk, human body odor, the stench of feces, the smell of oil and incense all mixed together, like an invisible cloud, drifting leisurely through the streets.

Along the way, all the pedestrians were men, most of them carrying armbands of steel and agate stones.

Few people here ride horses, and Muhadi has not seen many riders. But they have a huge mount, much like the elephants on earth. Some richly dressed nobles sat in palanquins on the back of elephants, and the elephant drivers sat on the elephant's head and drove the huge mount with a whip.

There are unimaginably many temples in this world, and it seems that on every street, every corner, you can see a large temple with a high corrugated spire. However, there are not many people who go to the temple to worship, and it seems that most of them are children.

After passing one temple after another, Muhathir found what appeared to be a building that appeared to be a hostel. In Attas, it's best to go to the smoke houses and trading posts with large population movements, and the Psychic Warlock hopes that the same will be true in this world.

Seeing the arrival of two richly dressed and tall Kshatriyas, the owner of the hostel personally greeted them. He was dressed simply, white and chubby, with a smile on his face.

"Hail to your country! Hail to your Tenn!" he deliberately raised his voice so that the guests felt that they were not being despised . "Welcome to this place where the nightingale is tactful. The great ancient scholar Bo Jargyali said in his Yoga Sutra that pleasure is the best way to maintain health. There is fine dining and noble entertainment for guests to relax and unwind. I'm sure you'll be as you want it to be!"

What Turn's meant, Muhati didn't even know, as if his linguistic ability hadn't worked. He couldn't reply to the innkeeper's greetings, so he concentrated on hypnotizing the innkeeper with his abilities. The eyes of the other party only felt that the eyes of the mind warlock were like a whirlpool, and suddenly there was a great suction, and then he was involuntarily accused by the other party.

Muhadi forced him to open a separate luxurious room, where he could safely use his abilities to probe the thoughts of his guests.

After entering the hostel, the low-caste Dhara servants took the two of them to bathe and cleanse themselves. They stood in a marble bathhouse, with servants pouring water over their shoulders. After cleansing, the servants anointed them according to Kshatriya caste customs, changed them into clean clothes, and took them to the guest rooms. Fahd was surprised by such extravagant use of water, and al-Muhadi was a little unhappy with the two men bathing face to face.

The hostel has its own Langa and Nipasiya (two parts of the stage in an Indian drama where the actors perform and change clothes in Nipasia) where the dancers perform and the music can be heard by Muhadi in the rooms. When it comes to dancers, they wear heavy makeup, and the brass bells on their ankles jingle with the dance steps.

This is Katakari, where dancers must be trained in acrobatics from an early age, and can move their necks and eyes in nine different ways, and perform hundreds of different gestures. With these expressions, they are able to recreate the ancient epic of love and war, the battle between the gods and the scourge stars, and the heroic battles and bloody betrayals of the legends.

The eunuchs sang the lines aloud, and the dancers said nothing. Their faces painted in green and red, black and white, moved around the field, the hems of their dresses tumbling up and down, their gleaming metal tiaras reflecting the light. From time to time, the oil lamps flickered violently, or sparks splashed around, as if a sacred or unclean light formed a halo above their heads.

While many guests obsessively watched the dancers dance, Muhadi hid in his room, peering into their minds and learning more about the world.

Fahd drank some of the drinks offered by the Dhara servants and complimented them. Then he asked al-Muhadi, "Do you have any information you have available?"

"There are some. The Psychic nodded. "But it's not enough to help me understand the whole picture of the world. There are so many incomprehensible concepts, it's too different from Athas. ”

"Can you explain some basic concepts to me?" the elf asked. "For example, if you say that their society is hierarchical, called a caste system, then how many castes are there?"

Muhadi stretched out a hand and spread it out, "Five castes." He told his elven friends. "From high to low, there are Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, Dhharas and Dalits. ”

"What's the difference between these five castes? I mean, apart from their status? Do they have different social responsibilities? Dalits are slaves and Brahmins are royal?"

"It's not like that, but I don't know exactly what it is. Muhadi said truthfully. "I need to read some more thoughts, dig a little deeper. ”

"Then you have to be careful, I bet these locals are trying to hunt us down. ”

"If they do catch up, I'll make them recognize who is the hunter and who is the prey. Muhadi said confidently.

"Always so confident, isn't it?" Fahd said, then asked another question. "What did the innkeeper say, you can't answer?"

"He said, 'Hats off to your country, to your Terne'. The psychic mancer replied. "What 'Tern' is, I haven't figured it out yet. ”

"Strange, don't you have the ability to know languages? The former Tribal Chanter had this ability, and he could even talk to half-giants. He said that the ability could automatically translate the opponent's words. ”

"That's what puzzles me. Muhadi frowned slightly and said in a slightly distressed tone. "According to the translation of the ability, the word Turnen is similar to the Atasian word for 'spouse', or 'husband and wife', 'partner'. ”

Poof, hearing this, Fahd spit out all the water he had drunk. Really? He made a tongue-in-cheek look at the two words.

"Really," Muhathir replied in the affirmative. That's what he meant, and I couldn't figure it out. ”

Fahd laughed, seeming to find the situation amusing. "He thinks we're husband and wife, but we're both men?"

"Maybe they can marry men in this world?" Mouhatri speculated. "But it's so strange that I haven't seen any woman in this world yet. ”

Fahd shrugged, undiverted from the topic by Muhadi, still thinking about what Turn's remarks were. "I gotta say, it's a fascinating idea. Me and you, we're a good boy combination. ”

"You say that, but it's blasphemy. ”

"It's just a joke, why take it seriously. Fahd said with a smile. "But I bet it's for a fair portion of people. If it weren't for satisfying their sexual needs, they would rather have more of a common language with their peers. ”

"I heard that you are married, and this is your attitude towards the opposite sex, for the sake of sex?" Muhadi asked the elf. "You're not afraid that your wife will know what you just said?"

"It seems that you don't know who I married, and that's why I got married. Fahd smiled again, revealing a mouth full of white teeth. "Princess Deirdre of Ram, if you remember. ”

"Dildri?" Muhati was a little surprised, and couldn't help but glance at his elven friend. "An old woman who is hundreds of years old, and she still despises the non-human race. How did you convince her?"

"Soft doesn't work, hard can't be. Fahd said lightly. "Magic is indeed magical, and she is as competent as any woman in fulfilling her duties as a wife. ”

"Magic, commanding?" guessed the psychic mancer. "Or did you hire some powerful psychic warlock to brainwash with abilities?"

"Well, I use a lot more powerful moves than magic and abilities. Fahd laughed. "Its name is sweet talk and manly style. ”

"Wait, I feel a powerful spellcaster, in another room in this hostel. Muhadi interrupted the elf and did not let him continue. "I'll try to invade his soul. ”

Muhadi closed his eyes, as if concentrating. After a while, he opened his eyes again. A grey-crowned finch fell from the sky and landed on the psychic mancer's shoulder.

The bird spoke. "Who are you, who dare to peek into the Kshatriya minds of Gujarat?"

"A magic pet. Muhatri recognized the other man's essence. "I didn't think you could see through me. ”

"Pretty well-informed, stranger!" said the pet, Wow Wow Wow. "I've heard that mages in Sindh are extremely rare, and most people just think of this bird as some reincarnated bad luck. They also made up stories for the birds...... Sue me, strange Kshatriya, which state do you come from?"

Muhadi could not answer the question and paused. This pause made the other party suspicious.

The faceless spell seemed to use prophecy to find out Muhadi's identity, and the result was much more than he expected. "So you're the one the soldiers are hunting!" said the Grey Crowned Bird.

He's going to leak our disguise!' Muhati thought, and immediately unleashed his abilities, teleporting himself and Fahd to each other's guest rooms.

The unknown caster did not hesitate and immediately attacked. Large, invisible hands appeared in the air, as if to clutch the attacker to pieces. His eyes flickered, and tongues of fire burst out of the stone walls, from the ground and from the table. Smoke billowed and swirled around the room, and the mage, dressed in yellow robes and armbands of steel and agate, silver and jade, stood motionless in the middle of the flames.

Fahd dodged the spell's attack with subtle steps, and the psychic warlock stared at the caster, his gloomy gaze shooting into the mage's eyes like the black tentacles of an insect.

The caster seemed to be unable to withstand the pain of the soul attack, and he roared, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. The magic gave him a neck as thick as a bull, and arms as strong as ordinary thighs. His chest was a vat of power, and his legs were like towering trees in the forest.

Muhadi was unmoved, but only strengthened his psionic attack, and the flames in the house faded quickly, like the sea at low tide. The bird, which had been used as a demon pet, flew back to protect its master, but was split in half by Fahd's sword.

"Slow down, strange Kshatriya, do you want to kill the prince of Gujarat!" the caster's magic failed to help him resist the superability, his cheeks and forehead turned purple, and his eyes seemed to leap and flutter.

"I'm glad I did, I'm honored to see you off. Muhadi said that about three heartbeats had passed. The mage, who claimed to be the prince, collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.

The illusion was gone, and the sound of singing and dancing on the stage in the distance drowned out the sound of fighting, and no one noticed the interlude in the hostel room.

"Look what I've seen!" Fahd exclaimed excitedly, pulling a man, a woman, out of the corner of the room.

It was Muhadi's first young woman who saw the world.

She wore very little, in fact, very little, almost naked. She was draped in a sari as thin as a cicada's wings, which she could easily see. Under the sari, she wore nothing, only two o'clock on her chest and ** wearing a small pitiful metal ornament barely to cover it. Like everyone else, she ** had her feet, but with toe rings on her toes, joined together by thin gold chains and metal knots on her ankles.

Muhadi also noticed that the woman had a silver jade armband on one of her smooth arms, exactly the same style as the one on the mage's arm.

"Do you see what she's wearing?" Fahd whistled. "Now I understand why the women of this world don't go on the streets, you look at the clothes they wear, it's just tempting to sin!"

The elf spoke Atas elven, and the Mistara woman didn't understand. Seeing the man who claimed to be Prince Gujarat die, she didn't feel much sadness, but showed a hint of relief. But then, when she saw that Muhadi and Fahd were both wearing silver jade armbands, the sudden burst of despair surprised even the most knowledgeable psychic manlocks.

The woman sat down on the ground, crying loudly and tearing her head. Muhadi had to use his ability to soothe her love Xù so as not to attract unwanted attention.

Fahd walked over to the dead mage and began to dispose of the body. Muhadi took advantage of the free time to interrogate the woman he caught.

"What's your name. Muhadi asked her in standard Mistara.

"Does my name mean anything to you?" Although soothed by the psychic powers, the woman still looked more sad than dead. The psychic noticed that she was rather pretty, mature, with healthy brownish-red skin and black head and pupils. Her feet are small and adorned with metal ornaments. "You and your Tern have made a silver oath that I am nothing to you. ”

"To put it bluntly," Muhati asked, "what is Tern, and what is the Silver Jade Oath?"

The woman's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard. At this time, Fahd had already finished disposing of the caster's body and walked over. "Give me a linguistic ability," he said, rubbing his hands, to Muhadi. "Let me hear what she said. ”

Once again, the woman heard the elf communicate in an unfamiliar language, and her expression showed disbelief. Then, she seemed to suddenly understand something. "You're the Atas you're hunting!"

"It's good to know," Fahd said. "This friend of mine, he's happy to kill for the sake of keeping a secret. You see how he dealt with our good prince. He pointed to Muhadi and to the corpse on the ground. "I'm not that murderous. But as an Atas elf, I've eaten people. ”

The woman looked at Fahd as if to find out if he was telling the truth. The elf smiled, a smile that was half friendly, half dangerous.

"Tern, Tern is Tern. Turn's is the one who made a stone oath to you. It was a long time before the woman replied in shock, trembling and frightened. The exposed skin is quite attractive. "Turn's is a partner, a friend, a partner, a spouse. There are countless poems in the world that praise Tern and the bond between steel and agate, but not many praise silver and jade. There seemed to be some bitterness in her tone.

Ironstone vows, Muhadi looked at the steel armband he wore on his arm, which was inlaid with yellow-black agate stones, like a solidified flame. The armband on his arm is exactly the same as the one on Fahd's arm, a pair.

"You're saying that in this world, men and men can be married?" asked the Psychic Warlock, unsure. He also wondered if he could be wrong with his ability to understand language.

"Only between two men can a stone oath be made. The woman replied. "A man and a woman can only make a silver oath between them. ”

"You're confusing me, lovely man, what is the Silver Jade Oath?" Fahd frowned, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"The silver jade oath is the oath between a man and a woman, it is ......," said the woman, who seemed to be trying to find a word to describe it, but in the end she couldn't. She leaned her back against the wall, as if afraid of what the two of them would do to her, one hand covering her chest weakly. “...... It is Bon (forced vii, Hindi), which means a woman who belongs to a man, or a wife. You both have silver jade armbands, and I thought you all had Bene, so I almost broke down just now. ”

"You're not from Mistara, are you?" Mouhadi sensed from the other man's tone and subtle knee-jerk movements. "You're just like us, an outsider. Can you tell us a little bit more about the social structure of the Mistara from the perspective of an outsider?"

The woman glanced at the Psychic Warlock gratefully, her eyes as black as night. "I'm not really from Mistara, I'm a scholar, I mean I was a scholar. I was tricked by him into coming to this world to study Mistara's society, and I ended up being his Bean. ”

"My name was Deca Sulis. She said. "The society of the Mistara people is very complex. It is a hierarchical society of customs and duties, contracts and responsibilities. It will take a long time to explain it clearly. ”

"So let's get started right away, Deca Sulis. Fahd said. "Start early, you explain it sooner. ”

"Okay," the woman adjusted, sitting sideways on her round legs. Her chest was almost completely ** bent together, her toes curled up, as if to calm her excitement. "Do you know Calamity?"

Scourge, the Mistara term for a High Evolver reappeared, and Muhadi nodded. "What does this have to do with Calamity?"

"Oh, it matters. Deca Sulis said. "Calamity has created all kinds of diseases and monsters to torment the world over and over again. It was out of this misery that modern Mistara society was born, which recognized not feelings, but only obligations. ”

Seeing that the two were puzzled, the woman continued to explain. "Of all the monsters created by Calamity, the most terrifying one is called a shapeshifter. He doesn't have the powerful spell-like abilities of the Rakshasa Demon, the tenacious vitality of the Naga Serpent, or the massive body of the Blazing Mother, but the shapeshifters can disguise themselves as anyone. They often kill lone pedestrians, disguise themselves as deceased, and then blend into the community to covertly attack and kill women and children. ”

Unexpectedly, the biotechnology of the ancient halfling was so advanced, and the psychic warlock thought that he could actually create such a magical creature. Muhadi nodded, "Go on," he gestured.

"In order to fight against the shapeshifters created by Calamity, the ancient Mistara warriors had to work in pairs to hunt in pairs to ensure that the human nature of their partners remained unchanged when they returned. This system later evolved into the Tern system. The partners of the Iron Oath are extremely close to each other, sharing a qiē, and there are no secrets, so the shapeshifters cannot penetrate. ”

This explains why most of the men seen here wear armbands of steel and agate, which is what Muhadi thought. The oath of iron, the promise of steel and agate, he thought, was quite poetic.

Fahd listened to the woman's explanation, seeming amused, and patted Muhadi on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I don't want to share my sister with you. ”

Deca Sulis seemed to be thirsty, and Muhati used his ability to bring her a glass of water.

After drinking the water, the woman continued. "So, do you understand the meaning of Turn's and the Iron Oath?"

"Understood," Muhathir said. "But you also mentioned the silver jade oath, so what is it?"

The woman then went on to explain. "Shapeshifters are the most terrifying monsters Scourge has ever created, but the Mutant Monster is just one of his weapons. He also has another weapon, called the Plague, and the Disease of Grief is the most terrible plague created by the Scourge. ”

"This plague is a companion disease that spreads only in women...... From the ancient poems and songs of Mistara, it seems that women's hormones have a promoting effect on pathogens. The poet Jamis Leon Tarr wrote that young girls are not sick because they are innocent. The Dalits were depraved and debauched, and they died of convulsions because of their sickness. Ninety-nine percent of the women of childbearing age for generations of Mistara have been killed by the plague of the plague. ”

"There are women who survive – they are born immune to the disease. At first they were few in number, but then gradually increased. Because they survived and gave birth to children, most of these offspring had the same immunity, while other women died at the same time as they reached maturity. In the end, with a few exceptions, the vast majority of Mistara became immune to the disease of grief, and the disease came to an end. ”

"But the damage is irreparable, and many states have perished. Those who have managed to support themselves have also seen their populations drop dramatically, not enough to sustain the normal development of the community. The temple was unworshipped, and the gods lost their source of faith. Calamity nearly wiped out the Mistara and their gods. ”

As a result, the social structure and marriage patterns have had to change drastically. The Tern system completely replaced monogamy, and only one percent of the women survived, turning it into a valuable social resource, and the situation was extremely difficult. ”

"The people of Mistara have made the most painful and incredible decision about how to use this resource. They opted for the Dalit system. ”

The great ancient poet Jamis Leon Tarr wrote that when the Dalits were kept away from the sun and imprisoned in the depths of the earth, and their ugly deeds were not seen, the Mistaras were freed from their sins and from disease. Deca Sulis said bitterly. In layman's terms, the surviving Mistara people did everything they could to resist the plague of Calamity. They don't have the technical ability to build sealed sterile wards, but in their early contact with Calamity, they have undoubtedly heard rumors of a similar location. They expected the room to stop the spread of the plague, so they kept their precious surviving women in an underground prison-like hospital. The men risked their lives to defend these places from the various mutated monsters of Calamity, while staying away from the sick water and air. ”

"In order to relieve sexual pressure and avoid inbreeding, the men turned the surviving women into public property. In order to ensure the number of offspring, so that the state does not collapse. All women who are immune to grief are turned into Dalits, lifelong mothers who are pregnant all year round. None of the states that did so were spared, and the surviving states passed it on as culture. ”

The fact that Muhati nodded, which explains why there are almost no women on the streets, but there are still many questions that remain unanswered. "So what the hell is the Silver Jade Oath?

The woman lowered her head, her long eyelashes almost covering her gaze. "Some men wanted to monopolize a woman, so they took women from other states, which eventually gave birth to the Bine system. The kings of the kingdom encouraged such attacks, because the new woman meant a new force, more children and a larger population. and a higher chance of surviving, the ability to survive the ravages of plagues. It is inconceivable for any person to monopolize the Dalit (lifelong mother-in-law) of his state, but the man who brings a woman from the outside world will add glory to it and immediately become a Kshatriya, and most importantly, the woman herself. ”

It turns out that Byan refers to women who have been plundered from other states, and this is how the Kshatriya caste came from. Muhati thought, asking. "Wouldn't it be easy to become a Kshatriya, then? ”

"Far from it. Deca Sulis said. "Traditionally, Byan had to come from outside the state, which required an ambitious young man to challenge and kill a Kshatriya from another state, or ask for a Dalit (a lifelong mother-in-law). This is difficult to succeed, every Kshatriya is a powerful dueling master, and the state sends its strongest warriors to defend the Dalits - and this assignment means supreme glory. On the other hand, the victorious young man was tantamount to a gift of blood for his own kingdom – a dead adversary representing the blood of death and a foreign woman representing the blood of life, thus becoming a Kshatriya. ”

"Taken women. She continued. "And he became the Bin of the New Kshatriya, that is, the Klo-Bne of the Tern of the New Kshatriya. You remember I said that there are no secrets between Turn, one qiē shared. So Turn's will enjoy her own Turn's Bern. ”

And the woman herself will take a silver and jade oath to the new Kshatriya until the death of the oath master. If the person who killed him already had Bean, she would have become a Dalit (lifelong mother-in-law) of the other state. If not, her ownership is transferred to the other party. Today, the plague has long since passed, the plague has become a legend, and the ratio of men and women is almost equal, but this custom of marriage and childbirth has survived. ”

"That's why you were startled to see me and Muhati both wearing silver jade armbands. Fahd said with a smile. "You think we all have Bean (alliance wife), and you're going to become, how to say it, meat ......"

"Dalit (lifelong mother-in-law), right. Available to all members of the States. This is the essence of the silver jade oath, not husband and wife, but similar to prisoners and guards. Deca Sulis admitted. "I was originally a scholar from the Supreme Netherworld City in the distant shadow plane. I traveled across the planes to study different cultures. But when I came to Mistara, I was captured by this man and became his Bean. ”

Pointing to the dead, she said, "Do you understand my feelings? Every day, I have to endure him and his special touch, so that they can enter me and sow seeds. I hated them to the core, but when someone tried to duel them, I had to pray sincerely that he would survive. So as not to become a Dalit (lifelong mother-in-law) of the state, open his legs to every man. Tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, and the humiliation in her voice was indescribable. "I was terrified when you guys killed her, I was really terrified. ”

"It's unfortunate. Muhati said in the other person's tone. "Your words explain the origin of the Kshatriya and Dalit castes, but how did the other three castes come about?

"In this world, all girls are born in the temple and raised as Dalits (lifelong mothers). The boy born to Dalit was Dhara, a fourth-estate caste, who was also given to the temple to raise. They are the largest group of people in Mistara society and are the cornerstone of society. The children born to Byan were Vaishyas, the third caste. They were raised by their parents, learned martial arts and various skills, managed society, and were ready to become Kshatriyas. ”

"If a man defeats a Kshatriya from another state, or asks for a Dalit (lifelong mother-in-law) from another state and defeats a duelist sent by the other state, then he receives a Bon and becomes a Kshatriya, a second-class caste. Kshatriyas were secular rulers, often becoming generals, earth kings or maharajas. Deca Sulis explains. "As for the Brahmins, they are the highest caste and extremely rare. They are mortals with the blood of gods, never infected with diseases, and are great heroes who defeat the mutated monsters under the Scourge Star. Every brahmin has his own personality and does everything. ”

"It's a very unique and attractive social system. After listening to the long explanation, Muhathir finally understood how the world worked. "I have to say, I'm kind of well-informed. This is the first time I've seen this kind of social structure. "From Earth to Atas, the breadth of Psimancer's knowledge is almost unmatched. But even so, Mistara society is quite new. "It'...... Very offbeat."

"It's really sick!" Fahd whistled and commented. "Don't be afraid, lovely people. We, like you, are visitors from another world. We can take you back to Attas!"

"Under different conditions, the culture is naturally different. Moral judgments cannot be made lightly. Muhathir said. "Without the visit of the High Evolutionaries, Mistara might not be what she is today. Now that the High Evolver has arrived, none of the Mistara states that have not done so have survived. ”

"I've met some Mistara women who don't think they're going through a bad situation. "It's hard for me to imagine it, but they are so happy with the caste system that they fantasize about being reincarnated as Kshatriya in the next life." But I didn't grow up in this culture, I can't stand it anymore! Please take me away! Go to Athas, go anywhere!"

"Considering that you don't know the culture and environment of Attas, I have to remind you that when we first arrived in Mistara, we were blown away by the excellent environment here. Muhathir said. "Don't be disappointed when you get to Artas. ”

"What?" said Deca Sulis, puzzled, she was frightened, and her expression was full of pity. "Your world...... The World of Calamity...... Your wedding customs aren't going to be any better, are they?"

"It's up to someone else to judge. We can't judge whether we grew up in a culture that is good or bad, because we are so accustomed to it, like those satisfied Mistara women. Muhathir said. "But personally, I don't think it's any more difficult to accept than Mistara's system. ”

The woman let out a long sigh of relief, as if her hanging heart had finally let go. "That's it!" she said. "As long as I can get out of here, let me serve anyone, both of you. ”

"You don't have to. The psychic assured, "When the time comes, you can make your choice voluntarily." ”

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