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Chapter 302 Don’t Think I Can’t Recognize the Younger You

Miracles falling into the earthly world doesn’t affect the wedding of Nebuchadnezzar II, the king of Babylon at all. Instead, the miracles give an incomparable blessing to the noblest bride and groom in the empire.

Inside the Tower of Babel in the inner city, cultivators are on the edge of a fight. Outside the high walls, people of Babylon are worshipping on their knees. Their devotion to the Marduk Temple turns into support for the king and his new wife.

The blue iris flower in the corner of Amytis’s eye looks charming in the sun, but it is less touching than her smile. The princess from the mountainous country of Media is approved by the people of Babylon because the miracles fell. Amytis is still a teenage girl. She never thought of something like this could happen. She thought that she needed to work hard to get the people’s approval, but God gave her a favor.

Amytis and Nebuchadnezzar II stand side by side on the splendid and majestic city walls of Babylon. This high wall is made of bricks baked from mud and is covered with colorful glazed tiles. The wall is also wide enough for four carriages to run in parallel. Looking down from the top, you can see the entire Babylon.

The kingdom of Babylon nourished by the rushing Euphrates River has now been Amytis’s country as well.

What a coincidence! Amytis still doesn’t know that “Lin from the East” whom she has just known for a night made the miracles fall on Babylon instead of her omnipotent teacher.

Amytis may not know the truth for her whole life, but what’s the matter?

A young girl enters the hall of marriage with “the blessing of God”. Lin Luoran is happy about what she did unintentionally.

Of course, some people only feel confused about it.

Among the crowd, the middle-aged man who is still struggling with his surname is very surprised that the Tower of Babel reveals its true self. From his point of view, shouldn’t he be the hero of that moment? The Babylonian high priest who has been guarding the Tower of Babel for many years should have hugged his thigh and begged him piteously. He should have reluctantly told the secrets of the Tower to the high priest after enjoying the top hospitality of other priests.

Which part went wrong?

The middle-aged man gets out of the crowd without being noticed and goes against the light to the other side of the city wall. Under his robe with Babylonian characteristics, a small cyan head pops out.

“You said your master is in the wall?” He holds the little cyan fox fiercely in his hands. The little fox draws back its neck and nods vigorously.

The middle-aged man murmurs, “You ate eight ginsengs and seven sealworts of mine. If your master can’t afford them, you know the consequences, right?”

The cyan little fox’s eyes blur with tears. In order to save her life, she is willing to admit that Lin Luoran is her master. It won’t be shameful for both the cyan little fox and the clan of foxes because the female cultivator will never know about it.

The middle-aged man looks at the five-foot-tall wall of Babylon and becomes anxious. He has to take out the golden hawk. Goldie almost faints because of his body smell and loses his demeanor as a royal Golden hawk. He really wants to spray icy flame to freeze this abominable human being, but he can only spit out saliva when he opens his mouth. What makes it worse, he spits it on the cyan little fox’s neck.

“Go to inform your master. If you didn’t come back with her, this damn fox would become a kebab. Do you understand?”

The middle-aged man fiercely pulls out one of Goldie’s feathers and releases him.

The cyan little fox fidgets and wriggles. She bursts into tears after seeing Goldie flying into the city wall. Everyone knows that this hawk doesn’t like her. How could he tell Lin Luoran to save her? She is going to die. She is going to die!

The wind blows away the white cloth covering the middle-aged man’s head. His black hair is scattered. If they were in the 21st century, girls who are into elder men would definitely scream after they see a man like him. He is a handsome guy who is melancholy yet skittish. He seems to have experienced a lot, but still has a childish look.

The man lifts the cyan little fox and shows a sinister smile on his face, “If you tell me where the entrance of the Country of Green Mountains is, you don’t need to pay for the spirit herbs you ate. I don’t think that golden hawk is reliable either. Hahaha.”

The cyan little fox covers her ears with her paws. The entrance of the Country of Green Mountains? She knows nothing about it.

Even if she knew where it is, she would not tell the man.

......

The high priest feels as if he were sleepwalking. He thinks that the hundreds of years he lived for are meaningless. When the Tower of Babel reveals its true self, the high priest asks himself what exactly he found in his observation of the stars during the last hundreds of years. If his observation of stars is fruitful, how can he never see the true appearance of the Tower of Babel?

These cultivators from Huaxia have been coveting the Tower of Babel for many years. They even leaked the advanced technology of the East to Babylon and lured him to tell the secrets step by step with astronomical knowledge.

“How can I use this tower?” The high priest looks at Lin Luoran. He couldn’t see through the “oracle” before, but now he only cannot see through the little female cultivator from Huaxia.

Lin Luoran smiles, “Don’t you need to release my friend first? You should know that she and I both have lost our abilities and won’t be a threat to you.”

Lin Luoran points at Yang Lisha. It’s natural for Lin Luoran to do so since she and the female monster are bonded together. If anyone of them abandoned her teammate, the Tower of Babel would give them the lowest score. What Lin Luoran faces would be nothing but being obliterated. She doubted the rules of the Tower of Babel for a bit at first, but now she has seen the Tower of Babel’s ability to bring them into the past. Lin Luoran doesn’t dare to question the rules anymore.

The high priest is unhappy, but he doesn’t want to come into conflict with Lin Luoran at this time, so he nods and agrees to free her friend.

He points at Yang Lisha. She rolls her eyes, and her stiff body slowly warms up. She is able to move again.

Yang Lisha’s dimples show up before she talks. Lin Luoran casts a warning look to her. The high priest agrees to release Yang Lisha only because Lin Luoran knows the secrets of the Tower of Babel. He is not a fool. How could he agree to release Yang Lisha’s “ancestor” too?

“Is there a way to make our noble oracle unable to hear us, Mr. high priest?” Lin Luoran lowers her head and smiles. She looks indescribably cunning.

The high priest gives her a complicated look. Lin Luoran only asks him to temporarily deprive the “oracle’s” ability to hear. After all, Lin Luoran still cares for her compatriot from Huaxia.

A beam of starlight descends from the edge of the star atlas and shrouds the fake saintess. Her six senses are blocked by it. Lin Luoran realizes that the woman surnamed Ji is probably not able to hear it either and the high priest doesn’t think her request is troublesome.

At last, people who know the secrets of the Tower of Babel will still be the high priest and the ancestor of the monsters of wood.

“Actually......” Lin Luoran hears a familiar howl outside the tower when she just opens her mouth. It is Goldie. Where did he go last night? Lin Luoran feels so worried.

“High priest, that’s my......”

The high priest interrupts impatiently, “Marduk is watching us. Little cultivator, please don’t try to challenge my patience anymore.”

Goldie howls rapidly. He might be in danger. Lin Luoran is no longer able to bluff in front of the high priest as if nothing had happened.

However, the hundreds of years the high priest lived for are not in vain. He knows Lin Luoran is in a rush instantly, so he decides to force her to tell him how to use the Tower of Babel before she leaves. Besides, who knows if there are people waiting outside the tower and ready to help the cultivator from Huaxia? Although the high priest can rely on the Tower of Babel, he still can’t win if there are too many of them.

Yang Lisha wants to say something, but she then decides not to. Lin Luoran sneers in her heart. If she couldn’t trust the cultivators from Huaxia, how could she trust the high priest? The most important thing is to stall. If Lin Luoran told the high priest the secrets, she and Yang Lisha might not even be able to get out of the Tower of Babel.

Lin Luoran wouldn’t allow things like these to happen. She needs to let Goldie and the cyan little fox in first. If she and Yang Lisha got back to the 21st century via the stone gates of the tower without Goldie and the cyan little fox, they would have to eat bread for a living in Babylon where there is no spirit herb.

The high priest has his own considerations while Lin Luoran also makes her own plans. People from foreign countries cannot be trusted. Lin Luoran and the high priest don’t believe in each other as well.

The ancestor of the monsters of wood is trapped and can’t move. He rolls his eyes, but Yang Lisha can’t help him although she wants to.

In an impasse like this, the gate of the stone tower is suddenly pushed open. Lin Luoran finds that the high priest’s facial expression suddenly changes.

A middle-aged man from Huaxia comes in and looks at the crowd with his mouth wide open. It seems that he didn’t expect to see so many people in the tower. He looks as if he were the owner of the tower and others were all thieves.

He carries Goldie under his armpit. Goldie gets dirt all over his body and is struggling.

The cyan little fox is in the other hand of the man, crying and looking at Lin Luoran with sorrow.

“Well, sorry to interrupt. Who is the master of the bird and the fox?” Since the middle-aged man has Goldie and the cyan little fox in his hand, Lin Luoran can’t pretend to be deaf and coughs twice.

She doesn’t see the middle-aged man step forward, but a big face appears in front of her the next moment.

“It is you, right? Your bird ate my barbecue. Your damn fox stole nine of my ginsengs and eight of my sealworts. You need to pay for these!”

The middle-aged man doesn’t care about the high priest or the “frozen people” that look like post-modern sculptures behind him. He wears a thin robe that doesn’t fit him and doesn’t even feel cold in the tower. He spreads his hands in front of Lin Luoran.

Goldie guiltily tilts his head when Lin Luoran looks at him. Okay, he did eat the man’s barbecue.

Lin Luoran then looks at the cyan little fox. The little fox shakes her head then nods. What does this mean?

The middle-aged man warns the cyan little fox fiercely. The little fox bursts into tears and hates that she doesn’t speak human’s language. She did steal spirit herb from the man, but the numbers are not right. The numbers change every time when this despicable man tells them to others!

The middle-aged man smiles and says, “You admit. That’s great. I didn’t lie to you. Give my spirit herbs and meat back, now!”

Yang Lisha is thinking about the light cast by the real body of the Tower of Babel. She only hopes that the male human who suddenly pops out can make the situation more chaotic. The high priest is unpredictable and still doesn’t understand how the middle-aged man came in so easily.

Only the extorted Lin Luoran deeply feels something familiar.

Even if the middle-aged man in front of her were in the future era of the information explosion, he would be a mature prince charming. Lin Luoran is sure that she has never seen him before, but his shameless behavior reminds her of somebody. Who is it?

Lin Luoran frowns. She knows somebody who loves money and is as unlovable as him...... It’s Liao!

Lin Luoran saw Liao in the “telescope” in the Sea-view Pavilion of the Dragon Palace. In her memory, that old fisherman is exactly as hateful as the middle-aged man. Liao went missing after that. Did he pass through time too?

No, he couldn’t pass through time. Is the middle-aged man Liao 2600 years ago?

Lin Luoran is surprised by the middle-aged Liao. Now, she owes him spirit herbs and meat. However, Lin Luoran still feels angry. Why did the Dragon Palace fall on her regardless of her wishes?

“You are Liao, the old man, right? Don’t think I can’t recognize the younger you. Just make things clear!”

The middle-aged man is astonished. His surname is indeed Liao. He won’t remember it wrong again, but why did the woman say he is old? He pushes Lin Luoran’s hand away, “Young girl, you are right. My surname is Liao, but I’m not old. You can call me Master of Blue Waves.”