Such a magnificent and beautiful tableau, yet it also made one feel deeply uncomfortable and afraid.
And this was merely the "air conditioner" in the center of the hall.
Within the hall, slaves in brown robes could also be seen, frozen in various corners like specimens, completely unaware of it.
Some were kneeling on the floor, wiping it clean, while others were bowing deeply toward the air.
A middle-aged female slave in her forties stood before three young female slaves in their teens. She was lecturing them about something, or perhaps teaching them.
Further inside the hall was a spacious corridor wide enough for ten people to walk abreast. At intervals along both sides of the corridor stood pairs of built-in glass display cases—real glass, perfectly flush with the marble walls outside, smooth as water.
The sealed glass cases were filled with some sort of blue-green liquid, in which the most beautiful men and women of various races were immersed. One on the left and one on the right, one man and one woman. Young and old, from every race.
Each pair of display cases contained a man and woman of the same race and age group, with nearly identical hair and eye colors.
They had been turned into specimens long before the petrification arrived.
The marble walls were all reinforced Alchemy Stone Slabs imported from Antimony. They were densely covered in Parthian script. The dark-gold engraved letters, combined with the gray-black slabs, created a solemn atmosphere.
"What does it say?"
Iver asked Sherlock in a low voice.
He did know some ancient Parthian script, but only enough to recognize a few words. By piecing them together, he could barely make out the general meaning—much like analyzing the rough meaning of a Japanese passage from the few Chinese characters in