Private Talks II

"Is this... a Funerary Perfume Bottle?"

The lady seated beside Pala gave a soft exclamation.

She picked up the square, engraved glass bottle from the table and examined it for a few moments before confirming her guess.

"This bottle contains an enormous amount of spirit energy."

Pala seemed to sense something and frowned.

"At least nearly a thousand 'Rest' units."

"Your judgment is as accurate as ever, Pala."

Lady Shadai smiled.

"Thank you for the compliment." Pala chuckled, then said in a grave tone, "A container capable of holding such a vast amount of spirit energy could not have been crafted by just anyone. Shadai, did you notice anything?"

"Mm..."

The lady studied the glass bottle, lightly stroking the leather bulb at its mouth with her lace-gloved fingers.

There were some exceptionally distinctive patterns on it.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a mysterious creation made by the Spirit King, Loserxiu Horn."

"The Spirit King..." Pala's brows drew tightly together. "Why would it be him?"

Seeming to notice the confusion on Gilan's face, the handsome blond man explained, "Loserxiu, the Spirit King, is one of the apostles under the October Hour-God, the White Dove Poet. Together with God-Praise and Paper Flying Bird, he is known as one of the Three Literati of Babel Tower."

"Babel Tower?"

Hearing the name of that familiar mythological structure, Gilan was rather surprised.

Babel Tower, also known as the Tower of Babel in ancient Babylon.

It was a mythological structure from the Bible's Old Testament, Genesis, in his previous life.

The biblical story in Chapter 11 described how humanity had initially hoped to unite and build a great tower that could reach Heaven.

But later, in order to stop humanity's plan, God changed the languages spoken by mankind, making them all different so that