OBS Chapter 11 Visit
Chapter 11 Visit
The following day, Vijay searched almost every corner of the house.
Even Maya, who was familiar with every corner of the house and its hidden treasures, was unable to find any clues.
Perhaps the local Vaishyas simply don't like reading and writing!
Vijay could only helplessly accept this conclusion.
The family's most core secret, information about the key trade routes that led to the family's rise, was simply passed down orally from the head of the family to the heirs, and it was truly lost when it came to me!
"And you think your family will last for ten thousand years?" Vijay's heart was filled with slander.
Or perhaps he is not the eldest son and therefore unworthy to have family secrets passed on to him?
In short, the path of obtaining information from textual sources has been cut off.
What should we do then?
If the trade route cannot be repaired by tomorrow, he will undoubtedly lose his bargaining power with Roshman...
There's not even anyone to discuss this with now!
Vijay fell into deep thought.
"Master, Maya is useless!" Maya, with tears welling in her eyes, knelt before Vijay, having accompanied him through every corner of the house, completely disregarding the snow-white skin swaying beneath her thin Kashmiri linen shirt.
She clung tightly to Vijay's leg, pleading, "Brahma above, Master, punish me severely!"
"Get up, this isn't your fault!" Vijay felt the burning sensation on his calf, and a sudden surge of lust rose within him: "No one is omniscient except Brahma!"
"Pabu..." A soft, sweet voice flowed from her red lips coated with shellac, her dreamy and adoring eyes fixed on Vijay's face.
What time is it?!
The rising lust did not cloud Vijay's judgment; his upbringing and rationality continued to function at their basic level.
It was precisely this restraint that sparked an idea, like lightning, that cleaved through his mind: "Brahma is above, all-knowing... all-knowing?"
Vijay slapped his thigh hard and stood up abruptly!
Yup!
Brahmins and Kshatriyas are not Brahma, so how could they know all the information?
Li Weijie, Li Weijie, why did it take you so long to realize this!
Vijay shook his head, expressing deep contempt for himself!
At this moment, the pressure accumulated by the Brahmins and Kshatriyas through more than a decade of brainwashing of Mithar Vijaya collapsed like a sandcastle on a beach under the erosion of the tide.
"Maya, you are truly the most precious gift Brahma has given me!"
Startled by Vijay's sudden standing up, Maya knelt on the ground, looking up at her master blankly. She didn't understand why Vijay had suddenly become so agitated, but she knew what she needed to do.
Vijay's sash was right in front of him; the light, flowing silk offered no cover. The relaxed, homely attire required only bringing his head close and then gently raising his hand...
"hiss!"
Gently stroking Maya's thick black hair, Vijay's lust gradually dissipated into a warm embrace, and his thoughts became increasingly clear.
Right now! He has to get to Harappa immediately!
"Bim!" Vijay's voice came through the window. "Go to the storeroom and fetch more gold, silver, and herbs. Prepare the oxcart; come with me into town!"
Night had gradually fallen, but there were still figures moving about in Mittal's farmland outside the village.
"Why aren't these Dalits resting yet?" Vijay, sitting on the oxcart, looked at the scene illuminated by the torchlight and asked Bim, who was walking in front of the oxcart, with some curiosity.
"Brahma above, my lord!" Bim knew the whole story behind all of this. "The common people believe that your benevolence moved the gods, who have once again bestowed upon the village sweet, clean water!"
"With a master like you, how dare they slack off? They must catch up on the work they stopped doing recently!"
The carriage continued on its way, and the Dalits, seeing their master's departure, all put down their work and collapsed onto the farmland.
Vijay could see clearly that these Dalits were generally thin and weak, and almost every Dalit had some features that were not human.
"Bim, my old servant, do you know how these Dalits came to the village?"
"I don't remember, sir!" Bim carefully drove the oxcart, avoiding the bumpy road and making sure the Dalit didn't touch his master's noble shadow, while answering his master's question, "By Brahma, Dalit is like the weeds in the field; when the wind blows and the rain falls, it grows haphazardly..."
Vijay remained noncommittal about Bim's words, then glanced again at the heads of the Dalits...
Mittal Vijay, like everyone else in this world, didn't care much about the Dalits' existence, but Li Weijie didn't think so. He was determined to deal with these things properly after he finished dealing with the most urgent matters at hand.
"Bim, my old servant, hurry up!"
Vijay wasn't familiar with the road from the village to Harappa, and he had only been home a handful of times over the years.
He crossed fields, crossed dry riverbeds, and passed through a small patch of sparse woods. The brightly lit city of Harappa came into view in the distance.
Vijay already had a plan in mind for what to do next.
He had to pay a visit to the city lord, his nominal master.
This relationship originated from his great-grandfather, who submitted to the then-city lord, voluntarily became his servant, and offered a treasure that would move anyone, thus acquiring his own territory.
The city lord at the time was naturally his backer.
But that was almost a hundred years ago!
That city lord was quite long-lived and kept a close eye on the development of the Mittal family, maintaining close ties with two generations of his family's patriarchs.
The city lord returned to Brahma only when his father inherited the family business.
Logically, his heirs should inherit this master-servant relationship with the Mittal family.
But in reality, the new city lord didn't seem to care much about this. For some reason, he never confirmed his master-servant relationship with the Mittal family.
So in reality, he can't be considered Vijay's master, nor can he be considered the Mittal family's backer.
Vijay had only met the city lord once when he was a child and knew nothing about his temperament and hobbies!
I wonder if, with my current resources, I can gain the favor of this Kshatriya lord who practically holds absolute power in the city...
No matter what, I must see this city lord first!
The oxcart soon approached Harappa, a colossal city that had stood on this vast plain for hundreds of years, leaving everyone speechless.
The city walls, built of diamonds, stretch for tens of yojanas in circumference and reach straight into the sky, with towers that stand like a forest on top.
The four city gates were framed in pure silver and decorated with glazed tiles, which shimmered with iridescent colors when the sunlight shone upon them. Inside the city, the streets were straight as a ruler, paved with red bricks, crisscrossed by waterways, and clear springs flowed through the streets.
The gardens along the street are full of exotic flowers, the sacred pond in the city is filled with golden lotuses, and the temples on all sides are filled with the sounds of chanting and bells.
Even after nightfall, the cacophony of voices could still be heard echoing in the air for a long time.