It was currently Ramadan in the Sarranid Sultanate.
Alcohol was banned throughout the nation.
Even taverns had begun selling flower tea.
During fasting days, from dawn until sunset, people had to abstain from food and drink, sex, indecent acts, and foul language.
Fasting carried the meaning of ascetic reflection, chiefly to commemorate the great Prophet of the Sultanate and his migration in those days.
Of course, the sick, pregnant women, nursing mothers, young children, and travelers did not need to observe it strictly.
Zong Shen followed local customs. In any case, he was not particularly demanding when it came to food and drink.
As he sipped flower tea, he looked over the information pushed by the Strategy Module.
In truth, he could interact with the Strategy Module more during his spare time.
Even if he did not use it as an intelligence tool, he could still consult it for knowledge he lacked.
It was no exaggeration to say that his cheat was a dynamically updated super library.
Asking it questions whenever he had time could teach him quite a lot.
It could also help pass the boring hours.
"So that's how it is."
"The current Sultan only turned nineteen this year and has been on the throne for less than three years."
"As for the Chosen Curse, the appearance of the Chosen Ones heralds the arrival of an era's transition. This means the end of civilization—or rather, a great iteration."
"The prophecy was left behind by the first Sultan..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Zong Shen clicked his tongue in wonder as he looked up background information on the Sarranid Sultanate.
He already knew that the founding emperors of the present seven kingdoms, along with the forefathers of all the great noble houses, had all been Lords of that generation.
Thus, he