Chapter 297 - When the Makeup Girl Meets the Priests (2) (2/2)

Priest’s experienced eyes catch all the joyful and sad looks on Lin Ruoran’s face.

“My king, it’s time for you to receive your people’s congratulations with your queen.” The priest interrupts the king’s meditation. The cheer outside the wall never stops, and people of Babylon are expecting their king and queen. Nebuchadnezzar II steps on the sedan chair, holding Amytis, looks contented.

Slaves, musicians and guards follow the two men. Lin Luoran is stopped by two monks while she is about to join them.

She looks surprised and becomes vigilant, but she has no idea why they stop her.

The priest smiles, “Court painter? You Huaxia cultivators can really pay everything to get access to the tower.”

Lin Luoran has the feeling of being exposed and is very scared. Several solutions come to her mind. Shall she deny firmly, install or go to search for the protection from Amytis? Meanwhile, the idea of taking a risk occurs though she is prudent in nature, because maybe it’s the best chance for her to enter the tower.

The priest stares at her for a while and suddenly asks, “Where do you come from?”

She instinctively responds before she is thinking about whether to hide or fight. With the most gentle and harmless smile, she answers, “I come from the east, my priest.” Mrs. Lin says she can gain love from the elderly easily. May the Taoist ancestors bless that all her mother’s words are true.

The priest with wrinkles on his face shakes his head, “You are not the same as the arrogant eastern cultivators who attempt to acquire tower of Babel. So tell me, little girl, are you really from the east?”

Lin Luoran is nervous, but still insists, “I am from the east, my priest, please do not make jokes.” She adds in her heart, “I do come from the east two thousand years later, so I am not lying.”

The priest doesn’t express any opinion and continues to speak, “Your personal ability is low, but you can still see the tower since you come for it. Do you want to go?”

Lin Luoran thinks she mishears. The old man invites her to enter into the tower? Have the Taoist ancestors really heard her praying? She believes it is more of a trap. The priest silently looks at her without any emotion. Lin Luoran feels frustrated because it doesn’t matter whether she agrees or not. The priest’s personal ability is a mystery, too high to measure. Rebellion means nothing to him.

“There is a saying in Huaxia that obedience is better than politeness. So after you, priest.” Such a saying does exist in Huaxia, but not in the Spring and Autumn period. As long as there are no other Huaxia people here and the Babylon monks do not know that. Lin Luoran prates, not being afraid that the lie will be revealed.

The monks return to the temple, and the priest walks first with his bare feet. Lin Luoran feels nervous. Her guessing has been proved wrong. As long as the tower of Babel has existed for a long time, it cannot be built by the Huaxia cultivators. In fact, the women cultivator surnamed Ji maybe wants to seizure what belongs to Babylon. She tries to success by doing it in a circuitous way, not sparing to make Amytis, the princess of Medes to be her apprentice. She must be planning it for decades.

Has anything bad already happened to Huaxia that forces the woman cultivator surnamed Ji to use the interstellar transmission circle? Lin Luoran seems uneasy. The priest seems to be unaware of what she thinks, just pacing in a steady way, not being afraid of her running away.

The stone tower at this time cannot be described as magnificent and is very different from the tower of Babel that floats in the air when they come to this world. However, Lin Luoran somehow feels nervous when she enters the tower. There is no guiding light and crystal ball, so it is definitely that tower 2,600 years from now.

Lin Luoran feels a little disappointed. The door shuts after a wave by the priest. She doesn’t sense the signs of Wakan using.

There is a dome inside the tower and it sheds lights after the door is closed.

The fascinating s.h.i.+ning spot and the track seems familiar in Lin Luoran’s eyes. She is astonished and blurts, “The star atlas!” The s.h.i.+ning spots on the dome are the first-level star atlas on the jade stairs that almost makes her lost!

The wrinkle on the priest’s face deepens, “Can you understand the star atlas?” he asks.

Lin Luoran wants to bite off her tongue to prevent blurting. The possibility of her liar being bluffed out in front of the mysterious priest is even smaller than she traverses to the real world immediately!