Herald of Steel

Chapter 780 Ancestral Temple of Thesalie (Part-1)

Alexander’s afternoon with the four girls proved to be quite an enjoyable one.

Once relieved from his pants, the four girls all looked incredulously at the exposed organ, with the most petite one of the bunch barely stopping herself from loudly blurting out, “Is this a human’s or a horse’s?”

Seeing even flaccid size like this, they did not dare to imagine what it would be like once fully awoke.

Following Alexander’s de- clothing, the girls also moved to show their assets, taking off those parts of their dress that hid their most attractive organs.

They did not become fully bare, still letting the ornamental clothing drape over their shoulders and thighs, but the partial nudity seemed to make them that much more attractive, as the clothing contrasted with their soft, fleshy chest and fully shaved and perfumed pubes.

“Bring the chamber pot.”

But before starting, Alexander, having much to drink, felt becoming more comfortable.

“Here, master. Ahhh!” But what was brought before him was not an earthen pot, but the open mouth of the most voluptuous girl among the four, as she kneeled down and pointed his organ towards her lilac tongue, her cute, black eyes twinkling with delight.

This was the most premium special service they provided and was available only to their most esteemed customers.

And though Alexander was a bit surprised at first by this since he was being offered such, why should he resist?

So soon the pressure in his lower half decreased while the girl’s stomach felt warm and heavy, as she appeared to have been served the world’s most delicious drink, her powered face almost turning a rosy tint.

Alexander had no way to distinguish if she was acting or genuinely liked it.

After that, the girls finally started to service Alexander, as they first and foremost teamed up to expertly blow his organ, praising him for the taste and quantity.

Then they were taken one by one, with Alexander choosing to explore either the pink canal or the chrysanthemum hole depending on his mood, experiencing the pleasures in various postures.

For the most petite one, he took her by making her sit on his lap, skewering her in one go and making her squeal with pleasure.

While for the most voluptuous one, he had her bent over, to fully enjoy her curvy butt.

And feeling their tunnels being expanded to limits experienced very few times before, the girls loudly moaned without restraint, even wondering, ‘How long can he go for?’

Even for these experienced women, even when there were four of them, Alexander’s rough pounding was not easy to bear through

Especially since Alexander saw these girls as being here to only provide a service, thus saw no reason to be soft towards them.

He only concentrated on his pleasure, and so by the end of the sessions, the girls were so sore and exhausted that they could barely stand, their bodies all sweaty and sticky.

Alexander left the tent a few hours later, thanking Cassim for the hospitality and being fully satisfied with the delicious taste of the four.

The slave trader hearing so had a huge smile on his face and even offered to send those four with Alexander, an endeavor that was unequivocally declined.

And putting that thought at the back of his mind, as Alexander got on his horse, he found it was already late noon.

Though it was still as hot as ever, his plan to wait out the heat seemingly failed.

But that did not dampen his mood as he hummed a happy tune while thinking back on what had happened in the last two weeks.

After Lapitus’s speech ended, Alexander did not immediately return to the mansion.

Instead he asked to be led to the largest shrine in the city, something which greatly surprised Lapitus.

He thought Alexander was going to break it down or replace it with his own statues.

But he followed the order nevertheless.

The grand shrine was located right on the bank of the mighty Diannu river, and covered a huge 50 acre of prime real estate right inside the city.

The five football fields worth spanning structure was as magnificent as it was grand, and though not as big as The Grand Temple at Adhan, it was certainly comparable.

In front of the entrance to the vast complex stood two bronzed colored large bull statues, the spiritual animal of the country, and as Alexander entered, he found the pillars of the gate were actually

two huge obelisks, spiraling almost an impossible 50 meters in height, their black, granite surfaces carved with golden hieroglyphics and murals.

Inside, alongside the main temple were many smaller subsidiary temples, sanctuaries, and crypts, all interconnected by beautifully paved stone roads.

Around each of these temples, were further stone statues of various sizes, depicting both humans and animals, as well as many obelisks and beautiful gardens.

It was a very beautiful place- quiet, peaceful, and pristine, a place worthy of calling sacred.

As Alexander toured the complex, he spotted the numerous individual temples and shrines there, scattered all around, which was very different from the Adhanian style of having one gigantic temple.

And when asked about this, Lapitus stated the reason for there being so many different sized shrines and temples was because the size of the temple demonstrated one’s good deeds and accomplishments in life.

And it did not take a genius to guess where the nobles, the rich merchants, and the poor peasants prayed.

The lower one’s position in the social hierarchy, the smaller the temple he was allowed to visit, and upon death they would be placed in the adjacent crypts accordingly too.

Though that was a service only available to them if the people could afford to buy a spot.

“The poorer crypts keep the bodies for 10 years and cost 50 libra per year. While the richer ones, like the ones that keep the body for 50 or even 100 years can go up from a few thousand libra to even tens of thousands, like the ones stored in the main temple.” Lapitus informed Alexander.

Something that caused his lips to involuntarily twitch a bit.

’25 free ropals a year just to keep some stinking skeleton in the closet. Man, why didn’t I think of it,’ He lampooned at the missed business opportunity, while also off handedly praising the business sense of these priests.

And then asked, “What happens to those who cannot afford it? 50 libras a year is no small sum?for the poorest.”

And these should be the ones to die most frequently.

“Hehe, the same thing we do to the bodies after their time in the crypt is over… Dump them into the river.” To this Lapitus lightly chuckled the answer in a free breezy tone.

“What?”

But the response he got from the other side was a sharp cry of surprise, as Alexander let out a short gasp, his eyes widening.

“Ah?” A reaction that made Lapitus freeze slightly, thinking he had inadvertently made some great error.

“Why don’t you bury them? Why sink them in the river?” Alexander quickly posed so.

“Haha,” Hearing the question, Lapitus first and foremost let out a chuckle of relief, reassured Alexander was not angry with him.

Then explained,

“My lord, that is what you Adhanians do. But us Tibians would never. Because the rivers contain all our ancestors’ souls. They flow with the currents and upon death, we will be rejoined with them.”

“The earth is a prison, heaven is in the water.” The man ended poetically, quoting a line from their sacred scripture.

‘Then why keep them in crypts in the first place?’ While Alexander hearing so had the urge to pose this.

But religions were never built on logic and reason.

He was sure the answer would be something like- ‘So that they be closer to us,’ or ‘To protect us.’

Thus he only curtly nodded, and then asked in a seemingly unrelated manner the real question,

“Does the city have any records of outbreaks of plagues? Or cholera? Or any other great diseases? Does anything like that happen regularly?”

This was Alexander’s real sticking point with this culture.

He could not have cared any less if dumping these dead bodies, many of which naturally would have died to various diseases was not a recipe for starting a plague.

But given the health hazards, of course, he felt it was imperative for him to intervene.

At Alexander’s inquiry, Lapitus firstly produced a bit of a surprised look, like was looking at a clairvoyant, and then lightly smiling, he nodded,

“Life and death are at the hands of the ancestors. If they wish to meet us, we are more than happy to oblige.”

Lapitus sounded very light and frank.

And it was this very nonchalant way that Lapitus confirmed it that Alexander’s found most eerie.

Huge volumes of deaths were occurring periodically around him but the man seemed unaffected.

Like he had simply accepted this tragedy as a part and parcel of life.

And perhaps what was even more tragic was that he was not alone in this.

Many people shared this mindset too.

Life was hard and death followed one around every corner.

And unable to rationalize the cause of it, the people took to comforting themselves in various ways.

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