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The sun was shining brightly as the crowd slowly pushed forward in front of the city gate. Shiva could feel the tension in the line, with everyone hoping to pass through the sturdy gate smoothly.
Not far ahead, a Brahminism disciple dressed in an orange robe with a white turban on his head was holding a temple permit. There was a slight nervousness on his face, but he politely presented the permit to the guard, hoping to be allowed into the city.
The guard rudely reached out and snatched the identification, his eyes revealing a hint of arrogance and disdain. He turned it over and over to inspect it, but completely unaware that he was holding it upside down, exposing his foolishness. This action seemed clear to everyone nearby, but no one dared to speak up. "This identification will cost you three silver coins," the guard said with a straight face.
Brahminism swallowed hard and appeared nervous, "I don't have silver coins, but this is a genuine temple certificate. I came here for the doctrine."
The guard impatiently pushed him, causing Brahminism to fall to the ground. The onlookers dared not make a sound, but all felt indignant for this follower.
"Your ID is fake. Don't even think about entering without paying!" the guard shouted.
Shiva flashed a hint of coldness in his eyes, but he didn't take immediate action. As Shiva approached the fallen worshipper, he reached out his hands, steadying the man and carefully helping him to stand up. His eyes were full of concern as he asked softly, "Are you hurt?"
Brahminism He adjusted his disheveled clothes, showing a grateful look, shaking his head slightly to indicate that he was okay, just a little startled.
"Aren't you going to give me those three silver coins?" The gatekeeper looked at the young disciple, displeased, his voice cold and sharp, showing no intention of letting him off.
However, at this critical moment, a small door inside the city quietly opened. A white-haired old man in a golden robe slowly walked out from the door. Every step he took seemed weighty and full of dignity. The air seemed to carry a sense of tranquility, instantly suppressing the noise in front of the city gate.
Most people automatically took a step back, making way for the master. Some even quickly knelt down, clasping their hands together and silently reciting scriptures as soon as they saw him.
The gatekeeper was clearly intimidated by the master's aura. He quickly lowered his head and spoke much more softly, showing respect to the master: "Master, hello."
The master nodded slightly, with a gentle smile on his face. Then he turned his head, met the gaze of the young Brahmin disciple, and said, "This is my disciple. He just wants to enter the city for some religious rituals. Please let him in."
The gatekeeper obviously didn't dare to offend the master. He swallowed hard, a reluctant expression on his face, but ultimately nodded, indicating that the young disciple could enter the city.
After the disciple entered the city, the master looked at Shiva again, his gaze full of meaning, as if expressing some kind of gratitude or approval, then slowly turned and walked back into the city.
Shiva looked at the master's back and pondered silently in his heart, this master seems to be not simple.
The sunlight in front of the city gate was obscured by the dust, and from time to time there were some hastily passing horse hooves and the bustling voices of people. Shiva led "Flash" and slowly walked up to the guard. He took out a disciple certificate with a little mud on it from his robe and showed it to these seemingly barbaric guards.
The guard casually took the document, but his indifferent look revealed his lack of interest in the text on it. He just glanced over it roughly. He sneered and said, "Five silver coins."
Shiva frowned, recalling the earlier scene, and said discontentedly, "Didn't you say three coins? How did it suddenly become five coins?"
The guard didn't even lift his head, and pointed at "Lightning" as a response: "You still have a horse."
Shiva sighed softly and didn't argue further. He took out five silver coins from his purse and forcefully stuffed them into the guard's hand. The guard took the coins, checked them briefly, then took out a pass from his pocket and handed it to Shiva.
The city gate slowly opened, and Shiva made his way through the crowded people, leading "Flash" to a stable next to the city gate. He gently stroked "Flash's" head, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he said, "Rest well here, I have some business to attend to in the city."
After giving instructions to "Flash," Shiva straightened his robe. He knew that the challenges he was about to face would be immense, and he needed to prepare fully for the future assassination plan. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the city, determined to eliminate any threats to the freedom of his people.
As Shiva entered Patalliro City, a scene of prosperity unfolded before his eyes. The city streets were wide, and the buildings on either side showcased ancient and elegant architectural art. The comprehensive hieroglyphs and intricate murals reflected the city's history and culture, as well as its religious beliefs.
The marketplace on the streets was bustling, with vendors calling out their wares and a variety of stalls displaying fresh fruits and vegetables, spices, jewelry, handicrafts, and exotic goods from distant lands. The busy trading scene reflected the city's wealth and commercial development. In the past, this city may have become a hub for merchants from all over due to its advantageous geographical location, and under the rule of Agastya, the city's prosperity seemed to have reached unprecedented heights.
However, as Shiva delved deeper into the city, he also discovered another side of the city. Agastya's symbols and flags were flying high everywhere, conveying his absolute rule over the city. At regular intervals, there were patrols of Agastya's guards, imposing and sharp-eyed, occasionally interrogating passersby and sometimes even collecting tolls without reason. His rule was omnipresent and all-knowing here.
In the northeast of the city, there was a huge palace surrounded by towering walls adorned with Agastya's emblem. Two giant stone lions guarded the palace gates. The palace was magnificent, in stark contrast to the architectural style of the entire city. This was evidently Agastya's residence and the place where he displayed his authority.
Shiva walked in the city, a hint of a cold smile on his lips. Beneath the surface prosperity of this city lies deep corruption and injustice, all caused by Agastya. He knew that breaking this rule would be a long journey.
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