The natives here have a unique calm and unhurried leisure, which is very much in line with the identity of the inhabitants of the Golden Land.

Of course, Magellan never believed in that statement, which seemed to him to be more like sluggishness and despair.

But it didn't matter, Magellan spoke in a stiff native language, and danced and danced to get the news about the countess from the villagers.

But he ultimately failed.

The villagers were not silent, but they showed little interest in talking, and they did not react to the so-called "beautiful and noble women".

When Magellan finally gave up, he asked about Nanapura, and this time, the natives were quick to respond.

They spoke in a distinctive accent that Magellan barely understood, and after repeating it five times, slowing it down, Magellan finally understood the general meaning.

It was the entrance to the Forest of the Gods.

The so-called "body poison", this vast area, basically belongs to the priests, they are not inferior to the gods, strictly speaking, the priests called "Brahmins" here, sacrifice the supreme will of the universe, among which the powerful is far better than the vast majority of gods.

The priests usually lived in the mountains and forests away from the crowds, and most of them spent their lives obsessed with being closer to the mountains to the north, where they were closer to the sky.

Nanapura, a small city, on the edge of the forest where the Uighur priests lived, is one of the few entrances to the forest that ordinary people know.

The town was located on the northern edge of the plain, at the foot of a magnificent mountain range.

Not satisfied, at least not for nothing, Magellan thanked him and left the village, heading north with a vague suspicion.

......

"Your plan really can't fail, outsider, and it seems that it is now. ”

"Any questions?"

If there were no problems, Brahmin and the most powerful lord of the gods, the de facto master of this world, Vishnu would not have spoken.

"He still has one last chance, and that is asceticism. ”

"He doesn't have enough time. ”

"This exposes your ignorance of the Brahmin practice, outsiders, and in the plan, the condition for completing the sacrifice is an austerity. ”

"I see, I'll be more careful, but don't worry, I knew this demigod named Magellan before you do, and I know how terrible he is. ”

"I hope so. ”

......

The road to Nanapura, a small northern city, was far easier than Magellan thought.

In fact, after passing through more indigenous villages and larger towns, Magellan had already realized the mistakes he had made.

Although Nanapura is a small city, it is not a remote and desolate place at all.

In this place that is actually controlled by the Brahmins, the entrance to the mountains and forests where the Brahmins gather must be a bustling city, a place where people and goods gather, Nannapura is indeed a small city, and that is because the Brahmins like to have quiet interests, not because it is inaccessible and there are few supplies.

In fact, because the entire body poisoned the tribute offered to the Brahmins by ordinary people had to pass through the few cities and enter the mountain forest of the gods, the small cities, including Nanapura, were all extremely prosperous places where the essence gathered.

And because of this, the road leading there is flat and wide, and there are always pedestrians.

On the way, Magellan met many natives who were willing to take him on a journey, and they called him "Kshatriya".

After learning their language from the natives for a while, Magellan learned the meaning of the word.

Aristocrats with armed force.

Magellan had always carried a weapon with him, and his speech and demeanor were different from those of ordinary natives, and he did seem to be very much in line with Kshatriya's appearance.

On the way, Magellan has not given up looking for the traces left by the countess, but it seems that no natives remember her.

It's very strange.

Coming to a strange place, no matter what to do, the association with the natives is the beginning of everything, and it is impossible for the countess to leave no traces.

But the natives weren't lying.

There are many possibilities behind this, and Magellan has decided to believe in the good ones for the time being, but in the bottom of his heart, a sense of foreboding lingers.

Something happened to the countess.

That could be anything, Magellan was already convinced that the body poison was still in the hands of the gods, and in this land, the gods walked in the mountains and the people, and decided the fate of mortals according to their own preferences, and they were very likely to meet the countess.

Magellan did not have any specific views on the gods, but he never minded offering the greatest malice to the Venerable Masters who decided the fate of mortals based solely on their personal likes and dislikes.

In wavering speculation, Magellan arrived at Nanapura.

It is a city full of contradictions.

The small city had only two intersecting streets, no walls, low and dilapidated houses, but the roads were full of people, and a huge number of people of all colors crowded into the narrow dirt roads, but not a single person made a sound, and everything was quiet like a pantomime.

All this was according to the preferences of the Brahmins, everything in the city, every detail was in accordance with the requirements of the Brahmins and the gods.

Magellan smiled helplessly and quietly followed the crowd into the forest.

Along the path up the mountain, skirting a steep slope, there is a flat boulder on a gentle meadow on the mountainside, where the natives lay down the food and money they have brought, and then leave quietly, or turn around and descend the mountain, or sit on the grass and bow their heads and pray silently.

Magellan skirted the boulder and headed for the woods behind.

A few people looked up at him, then quietly turned around and went about their business.

The forest was dark.

The morning sun is not strong, under the cover of the layers of branches and leaves of the trees in the forest, there is a shadow under the trees, but you can see, and all the sounds outside are blocked, and it is naturally very clear at this moment.

"Welcome, out-of-town travellers. ”

A tall man stepped out of the woods, and he walked easily through the dense foliage without making a sound.

"Hello. ”

Magellan bowed his head and said hello according to indigenous etiquette.

"This is not the place to receive guests, please come with me. ”

The man, with his cane, strode forward and led Magellan through the woods, and after a while, a glade appeared in front of them.

"Please use it. ”

It is a meadow of flowers, with a stone in the middle, a variety of fruits, grilled meat, and a beautiful glass carved from wood filled with wine, which is full of aroma.

"Feel free to do so. ”