Business dealings

For the Kingdom of Magadha, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Even though the news of Yao Lian's death has spread like wildfire to everyone's ears, many people still cannot believe that such a powerful figure could die one day.

It wasn't until Yao Lian's remains were exhumed and scattered into the Ganges by his relatives that people finally accepted the fact: Yao Lian was truly dead; that immortal being had gone to report to Enma.

This news will soon sweep across the entire Daichi like the wind.

The person who caused all of this is currently dealing with some matters.

Outside Rajagriha, several Rakshasa gathered together, armed with weapons, lying in ambush on the only road leading out of the city. Before long, a man arrived in a carriage carrying a woman and a child, along with some food and water.

"Don't be afraid, we'll be leaving here soon. Cover the child, and whatever you do, don't let him make a sound."

The man's face was full of worry. The next moment, several Rakshasa descended from the tree, laughing heartily. Taking advantage of the terrain, just as these guys were about to start a massacre, a dazzling golden light burst forth.

A simple, ancient-looking flying sword struck, and the seven Rakshasa heads vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, the humans hurriedly dismounted, knelt down, and looked at the gleaming sword in the sky, offering their gratitude and prayers with their hands clasped together. The Sword of Victory, like a patrolling eagle, circled over Kingdom of Magadha. If any Rakshasa made an attack, this Sword of Victory would instantly pluck their heads off.

In the royal palace of Rajagriha, Bai Mo flipped through the documents that Yao Lian had accumulated over the years, while his left hand subtly moved his fingers, manipulating the Sword of Victory.

Soon, a document caught his attention. It was a record of a transaction. Although the Yao Lian had completely broken away from normal social production relations, the rituals still required some things.

This is a record of a transaction with the serpent king Takshaka of the Khandava Forest. Clearly, Yao Lian the Kingdom of Magadha in such a state, it's impossible for Yaman to make any trade with humans. However, he obviously cares deeply about the worship of Shiva, so he has put a lot of effort into this aspect.

Takshaka offered were only some thousand-year-old tree hearts and other sacrificial items, which Bai Mo didn't care about. What he cared about was the thing that Yao Lian had given him.

It was a rare material described as radiating bizarre abilities, almost distorting space itself; even many well-informed Rakshasa were completely unaware of it.

However, judging from the written description, this thing is exactly the same material that Chaldea used to make "Tenju".

"Khandava Forest's Takshaka... he's certainly a person who knows how to deal with people."

In India mythology, the three most famous serpent kings are: Shesha, the thousand-headed serpent king, Vishnu's mount and companion; Vasuki, the serpent Vasuki coiled around Shiva's neck; and Takshaka, the lord of the Khandava Forest.

Bai Mo put the document away, thinking to himself that if he had the chance later, he should go to Khandava Forest.

He was quite interested in the [Black Spear Tenju] described by Sion. Moreover, the search for materials on Tenju was one of the reasons they came to the India Lostbelt.

"What's wrong? Did you find something interesting in this pile of trash?" A soft voice came from behind. Kama appeared behind Bai Mo without her noticing and rested her pretty face on Bai Mo's shoulder.

"Having achieved victory, instead of visiting the enemy's harem or the treasure vault, the first thing he does is work... My Master is truly diligent~"

"Now, ninety percent of the city's population are Rakshasa. With Yao Lian dead, these bloodthirsty guys have become quite active. Right now, they are still somewhat afraid of me, with only a very few fools unable to restrain themselves, but we can't stay here forever."

And I have something to tell you later, Kama.

Bai Mo tapped Kama's nose, which only made Kama more interested. Gamo wrapped her arms around Bai Mo's shoulders, her body transforming into that of an eighteen-year-old girl, and bent over to shake Bai Mo.

"Just say what's wrong now. What's the matter? Is it about the sacrifice?"

"Yes, now that I think about it, when you disguised yourself as Rakshasa woman and Yao Lian noticed you, you already guessed that he wanted to use you as a sacrifice, right?"

Bai Mo held a slight disapproval of Kama's actions, believing that summoning the God of Great Terror under those circumstances was not a good choice.

"Alright, I only did this because I know Mahadeva's personality~ Besides, I really wanted to see how angry Mahadeva would get when he saw that his followers were this thing."

Kama revealed a Little Devil smile, while Bai Mo said irritably:

"Are you so sure he won't just casually do that to you?"

"What's there to worry about? I'm not afraid of that guy's flames anymore anyway."

"But it will still hurt, right?"

Hearing this, Kama was slightly taken aback, then Bai Mo refocused his attention on the documents in front of him, his words still carrying a hint of worry:

"Even if you won't be burned to death, it will still hurt a lot, right? Don't try to endure the pain just because you won't die; that's hurting yourself... The feeling of being burned alive is unbearable."

Bai Mo experienced three transfers through the Fantasy Tree, and the feeling of being burned all over, leaving only a little bit of heart tissue, was terrible.

Kama withdrew her hand and lowered her head, her pretty face like a ripe peach, muttering to herself:

"To suddenly say something so serious... that's too cunning."

What did you say?

"It's nothing, go back to your work."

Kama slipped away as if fleeing, took two pretty-looking cups from the Yao Lian's display stand, reached out his hand, and a few flower petals appeared out of thin air and fell into them. Then he poured hot water into the two teacups.

Smelling the aroma of tea, Bai Mo continued with what he was doing.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call the Kingdom of Magadha a demon-locking tower. If these battle-hardened Rakshasa, trained by Yao Lian, were to break out, Krishna probably wouldn't even need to smooth things over; they could just send the White Horse Kalki directly.

The initial plan was to conquer Kingdom of Magadha and leave it to Karna as a kingdom. However, Kingdom of Magadha was simply unsuitable for human habitation; not to mention, dealing with the Rakshasa alone would be a massive undertaking.

Restoring Kingdom of Magadha to normalcy would be even more difficult than starting from scratch; it's a mess, but also a very wealthy one.

Kingdom of Magadha, but its only defense is the Rakshasa army... The best option now is to have them withdraw and then deal with the situation here.

Just as Bai Mo was pondering, a figure walked up. It was a Rakshasa woman dressed in coarse linen clothes, none other than Jara.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Jara immediately bowed, while Bai Mo waved his hand in refusal.

"Don't call me that. I will never be the king of Kingdom of Magadha."

"However, for the time being, we still need you to sit in this chair, so please allow me to address you as Your Majesty."

The Rakshasa woman Jara, smiled and bowed. After Bai Mo cleared the items from the table, she asked Jara, "So, what are your plans, Jara? You played a crucial role in defeating Yao Lian this time. Although there were some flaws in the victory, you are still entitled to a share."

"You flatter me, Your Majesty. Even without me, you would surely have found Yao Lian's weakness; it would just have taken a little more time. Moreover... I didn't expect you to have a backup plan in Hastinapura. No wonder Krishna vouched for you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo realized what was happening.

"By the way, where 'Krishna? I helped him deal with his great enemy of the Pandu clan, he can't just not come and check on him, can he?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two hurried footsteps approached from afar. Kama placed the teacup on Bai Mo's workbench, sat down sideways, and said irritably:

"He's arrived just in time. I hope he's here to hand over his work; I don't want to stay here forever."