Faced with this unheard-of game: Senet, Silas could only passively accept Toth's invitation.
Fortunately, Thoth did not seem to be ready to start the game right away. As the god who symbolized the wisdom of ancient Egypt, he would not bully a novice of Senet in this regard.
"Silas, do you know what I do besides being in charge of wisdom and knowledge?"
It seems that Toth wants to explain some of his own secrets to Silas before the game starts.
"I'm not too sure. I only know some records about Lord Thoth from the memories passed down by the Soul Keeper. For example, Lord Thoth is the author of the Book of the Dead and the judge who records the sins of the dead?"
Silas honestly explained his understanding of the god in front of him.
"Very well, but what if I told you that I didn't create the Book of the Dead?"
Toth said this meaningfully, and threw the four long axes in his hands into the field, pressing them on the four corners.
The thirty squares in the venue lit up, and then the order of the squares was shuffled as if they were in a drum.
“The game has begun.
The rule is very simple. You and I go to the venue to look for these four long pieces. Whoever finds the most wins.
By the way, I would like to remind you that the moon god Kongs once lost most of the nights in a month to me because of a bet with me. You'd better study how to play this game. "①
After saying this, Thoth walked into one of the glowing grids, and then his figure disappeared.
When Silas saw Toth suddenly disappear, he realized that this game was not as simple as he had imagined.
He did not step into any grid rashly, but stood on the sidelines and observed every grid that looked exactly the same.
He wanted to understand what each grid symbolized by observing the flickering light on the grid.
"What are you standing there for? Go in quickly! The speed of time flowing inside is very different from that outside!"
Lori reminded from the sidelines, looking as if she was so angry at Silas that she was jumping up and down.
Silas was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't step in immediately.
Vaguely, he felt that each grid in front of him symbolized a story.
The God of Wisdom would not use useless venues and settings to carry out this unique Senet.
After thinking it over, Silas realized that it seemed that he had no chance of winning from the beginning.
With a smile on his face, he stepped into a grid in front of him. As the grid flickered, his figure disappeared.
——
The moment he opened his eyes, Silas found himself completely immersed in water.
The merciless waves hit Silas' body continuously, like hammers beating down on his fragile body.
A large amount of salty and fishy sea water poured into his mouth and nose, making breathing extremely difficult.
"This is sea water?! I can breathe?!"
Silas had no time to figure out the truth about Sennet. The water pulled his body downward like a chain, and he was caught in a whirlpool.
If you don't float to the surface immediately, the water will roll deeper and deeper, and then you will become a corpse sinking to the bottom of the sea.
Even though this was in an environment constructed by Senet, Silas still didn't know what the consequences would be if he died here. The instinct for survival drove Silas to unconsciously clap his hands hard, trying to float to the surface of the water as much as possible.
Fortunately for him, there was a piece of driftwood on the surface of the ocean, and this piece of driftwood was his life-saving straw.
He leaned his upper body over the piece of driftwood. Even though his eyes were irritated by the sea water and tears came out, he still tried to open his eyes and look up at the sky.
There are a lot of meteors falling in the sky. No, they are not meteors, they are terrible ice crystals.
Ice crystals passed through the sky from outside the universe, and then under the influence of high speed, they instantly turned into a large amount of rain.
The air was filled with a damp and ominous smell, and Silas heard a deafening roar.
The roar put him into a trance. He fell on the wooden board, lost consciousness, and floated on the boundless ocean.
When he was conscious, the last thing he saw was a huge ship sailing in the ocean in the distance.
——
“Oh, lucky you’re awake.
When I found you, there were several large holes on your board. It must be that the ice crystals that fell from the sky broke your boat into pieces."
He was an old man wearing a long robe made of white linen. He looked kind and approachable, but his sparse gray beard seemed to have not been trimmed for a long time, making him look a little sloppy.
The language he spoke was a language Silas had never heard before, but he could understand what he meant. This must be Thoth's arrangement in this Senet game.
He held a woolen towel in his hand and gently wiped the water droplets off Silas' face.
Silas woke up slowly. His body was a little weak and he didn't know how long he had been floating on the water.
He saw that everything around him was made of wood, and based on what the old man in front of him said, he guessed that he should be in a cabin.
But it seemed that he was not the only passenger.
Because the air in the cabin was not only humid, but also had the smell of animals.
Various smells mixed in the not-so-vast space made the smell a little strange, but when I heard the never-ending sound of rain outside, I felt that I had no choice.
"Thanks."
Silas thanked him weakly.
Although Silas didn't know whether the old man in front of him could understand, he still had to express his gratitude for being saved.
"Oh, child, we need not thank each other at times like these; this is the proper thing to do."
The old man replied with a smile.
"I think you must be starving. I'll make you some rice porridge later. Luckily I have enough food here, otherwise there might not be enough food if you were to come with me.
At this point, don't be picky about the taste, because I know that rice porridge tastes like snot, hahahaha.
Monkey, is the rice paste ready?"
I guess the old man hasn't seen other living people for a long time, otherwise he wouldn't have said so many words in a row.
"Chichi! Chichi! Chichichichi!"
A cute little brown monkey ran out of a small room at the back of the cabin and clapped his hands.
It gestured towards the old man with its hands and feet for a while, then noticed Silas lying on the floor, and hopped over to him, looking at the stranger curiously with its big elf eyes.
It gently touched Silas's hand, looked at its own palm, and then laughed happily.
"Chichichichi! Chichichi!"
The monkey gestured to the old man and grinned at him.
"You mean he's one of your kind
No, no, no, I've said it so many times, we are human beings, you are just a cute little monkey.
We are different, and that's how it was decided when Adam named us."
The old man tapped the monkey's head gently with the back of his hand, and then walked to the place where the monkey had jumped out before. It was an extremely simple kitchen, or warehouse.
In addition to some containers used to hold food, most of the things were bags of dry grains, nuts, licorice, etc.
On a rice bag lay some ground rice flour and rice grains, which seemed to have been crushed by the monkey using a stone next to the wooden bowl, because the rice flour was not of uniform size.
The old man collected some rain water in a wooden bowl at the window, poured the rain water and rice flour into pottery, added some firewood to heat it, and a bowl of hot rice paste was ready.
"Do you have the strength? If you have the strength, get up and eat by yourself."
The old man called out from the kitchen, obviously to Silas.
At this time, Silas didn't dare to move, let alone make a sound.
The naughty guy Monkey actually rode on a mighty tiger and got close to Silas.
This tiger has shiny fur and distinct muscle lines, and looks like the king of the jungle who can easily kill its prey.
Drops of smelly saliva from the tiger's mouth had dripped onto Silas' face. At such a close distance, Silas could see every fang in the tiger's mouth.
The old man didn't hear Silas' response and walked out with the wooden bowl.
"Oh, obviously you have encountered a tiger. Don't worry, this guy is harmless."
The old man walked calmly to the side of the tiger, put the wooden bowl on the ground, squatted down and rubbed the cheeks of the seemingly mighty tiger vigorously.
The tiger squinted its eyes as if in enjoyment, and raised its head, revealing its chin.
"Oh? Your chin is itchy? Come over here and let Monkey scratch it for you?"
The old man spoke to the tiger in surprise, and gently scratched the tiger's chin with his fingers cupped into a bowl shape.
"Are you feeling better now? If you are, go back first. I'll talk to him for a while."
The old man stroked the tiger's fur on its back lovingly. The tiger grabbed the ground with its four claws, stretched its body, swept Silas' face with its furry tail, and then turned and left with an elegant step.
Monkey jumped off the tiger's back and sat astride Silas's calves, pulling at Silas's pants curiously.
"Monkey! Don't touch that place!"
The old man frowned for once and pointed at the naughty monkey.
Seeing this, the monkey pretended to be pitiful and hid aside, but from time to time he would still poke his head out from behind the rice bag to peek.
The old man helped Silas up and fed him rice paste from a wooden bowl with a spoon.
The warm rice porridge made Silas feel less cold, and the easy-to-digest nature of the rice porridge allowed Silas to recover some of his strength.
After the old man fed Silas rice porridge, he patted Silas on the shoulder and said softly,
"Get some sleep, and come find me when you wake up. I'm in the next room."
The old man's voice seemed to have a magical power that could easily convince people. Silas felt his head heavy and fell asleep involuntarily.
——
A figure was moving cautiously through the dense forest in the cover of night. He was very careful and would look back every step to eliminate any clues of his whereabouts.
About four or five kilometers away from him, there was a group of people holding torches, seemingly searching for something.
"Search quickly! That damn rat must be nearby! I can smell him!"
The high priest shouted to the searching team and sat down on the chair brought by his subordinates with some distress.
"Is it still impossible to break into the room in the Investigation Bureau?"
The high priest, whose eyes were covered with cloth, held his chin with one hand and asked the guards beside him.
"Sir, our think tank is currently researching the thirteenth method. I believe the results will be delivered to you within five hours."
The guard dressed in monk's uniform answered respectfully.
The personal guards would not allow themselves to show any disrespect to the high priest who could easily control their life and death, and every word they said had to be carefully considered.
"Five hours?"
The guard saw that the priest looked unhappy and sweat broke out on his forehead. His voice trembled as he explained,
"Each plan needs to be repeatedly verified to see if it is effective. Please be patient."
"snort."
The high priest snorted coldly, and upon hearing that, the guards' knees softened and they fell to the ground.
"Calm down, High Priest. Four hours, no, three hours, I will give you the answer right away."
The chief priest waved his hand and asked another guard,
"I'll give you fifteen minutes to find that damn rat.
He is definitely within five kilometers of us now, he can't get far, understand?"
The personal guard in charge of the search bowed immediately after responding, then ran into the dense forest, shouting loudly,
“Fifteen minutes!!!!
If we can't find it, we will lose our heads!!!
Quick, quick, quick!!!
Don’t miss any corners or shadows, and signal immediately if you find anything!!!”
After hearing this, the rest of the search team members looked at each other and immediately quickened their pace of searching.
"A discovery!"
One of the search team members found a bloodstain on a leaf and shouted.
"It's him! Northeast direction! Chase him!"
After the leading search guard made his judgment, he immediately gave the order, and the search team rushed towards the northeast.
By doing this, they played into Joe Butran's hands.
The bloodstain on the leaf was a trap deliberately left by Jobtran.
After a series of escapes, Jobtran had to use Holy Light spells to heal his wounds, and he burned the bandages he had used before and scattered the ashes on the river bank.
The blood on this leaf will lead the search team to the river bank, and then they will lose his trace.
He himself walked upstream along the river bank, and then returned to the main road through the dense forest.
In order to learn the skills required of a private detective, investigation and anti-tracking became one of his specialties.
At this time, he used anti-tracking techniques to buy time for himself to escape.
The high priest heard the movements of the search team in the forest, frowned, moved his nose, and took a deep breath.
"Idiots! You've been fooled!"