Bull God

As Master Shemiel tapped the surface of the mirror with a finger, it was as if a pebble had been tossed into a tranquil lake, sending ripples spreading outward.

"Lord Governor, do you know of the Apis God?"

"Of course." Adil nodded slightly. "The Bull God who governs abundance and production."

Even as a nonbeliever, Adil was well versed in much of Egyptian mythology. Even now, many rural regions of Egypt still retained the tradition of selecting sacred bulls for worship and praying for bountiful harvests.

"At the Alexandria Library, I found a ritual vessel used to worship the Bull God. Within it, I discovered a remnant soul of the sleeping Bull God."

Adil could not help but feel a trace of regret. How had he failed to appreciate such a treasure trove before?

If they could have cultivated a group of loyal spellcasters from childhood, just as they trained Mamluks, why would they now have to beg these proud outsiders for help? The benefits could have gone to their own people as well.

Loyal spellcasters would certainly be far more obedient than these "mercenaries."

Shemiel gave Adil a deep look and chuckled. "Training spellcasters is no easy task. Unless one is an exceptional genius, it takes around thirty years just to enter the realm of intermediate spellcasters. And if an intermediate spellcaster is careless, he can still be killed by an ordinary person wielding a weapon made of magic-blocking gold."

Adil's heart tightened. "You can hear my thoughts?"

Shemiel said softly, "Your emotional fluctuations were too intense. I have only just stepped into the legendary realm, and my overflowing spiritual power caught them on its own. As long as you keep your mind restrained, this will not happen again."

Outwardly, Adil breathed a sigh of relief and said with