This time, Anubis, the God of Death, did not mention expanding his authority again. Instead, his attention shifted elsewhere. "Does that person from the Central Plains really make you so wary?"
The current God of Time and Magic, Thoth, was the fusion of Hermes—the divine messenger of the former Olympian Pantheon, who held authority over commerce, travel, theft, deception, eloquence, and more—and Thoth, the holder of authority over wisdom, magic, writing, medicine, and the moon in Anubis's pantheon.
Of the two, neither Hermes nor Thoth had ever been a particularly peaceful existence.
The former's authorities alone made that clear. As for the latter, through games and schemes, he had won moonlight from the Moon God. Beyond the original three-hundred-and-sixty-day solar calendar of his pantheon, he added another five days, thereby gaining authority over the moon and even using it as a foundation to lay his hands on the right to govern time.
Yet after they had fused, the newborn being had become bent on keeping to himself and unwilling to provoke Yu Chen. That was truly worth pondering.
Hearing this, Thoth raised his head and looked at Anubis.
In the past, when he had been purely Thoth, he had presided over funeral rites, guided the dead into the underworld, and served as the scribe during the judgment of the deceased.
When he had been Hermes, he had also been the god who received the dead, helping departed souls safely reach the underworld.
It could be said that Thoth had always been closely tied to death. That was also why his relationship with Anubis was so good, allowing them to exchange many secrets.
After thinking for a moment, he answered somewhat tactfully, "That person from the Central Plains possesses four exceedingly unusual swords. As the God of Death, perhaps you cannot