The small Cairn Class Tomb Ship did not land directly among the pyramids, but remained in a safe zone on the outskirts.
Afterward, a Cairn Command Barge sailed out from the hold, its flickering Gauss energy filling the air with the smell of rust.
"Ha, how nostalgic.
"How long has it been since we visited another dynasty like proper nobles?"
Zahndrekh sat on the barge's throne, the vanguard guards beside him, seemingly a little wistful.
"Six hundred and eighty-five dynastic cycles, my lord. During that period, no one invited us at all.
"The last time we attended such a gathering, we encountered a trap set by the Sautekh Dynasty.
"Given the threat level of the Holy Soul Sect, we should remain vigilant, especially at their court banquet."
Obyron spoke in a rigid, methodical tone, uploading the more precise time data into his master's Dermal Field.
"You are as much of a wet blanket as ever." Zahndrekh lost some of his enthusiasm at that, though he was already used to it.
Moreover, aside from attending the court banquet and indulging his own sentimentality, the more important reason he had come this time was to see whether the Holy Soul Sect posed a threat.
Just as Obyron had said, there was no ruling out the possibility of plots hatching between them, or of slaughter and conflict breaking out.
No one knew whether the Holy Soul Sect would bear a grudge over their previous attack, or whether this banquet itself was a trap.
Of course, Zahndrekh himself had no good intentions either. He did not like religion, especially religion that could bewitch people's hearts.
If the Holy Soul Sect's Emissary's aim was to win him over through this banquet, rather than merely to communicate and socialize between nobles, then they were badly mistaken,