My Planeswar

437 The Prince 2
Although Xiao Xiong felt worried about poisoning, Zhang Cheng thought it was unlikely.

After all, he was alone, and the other party didn't need to use poison to deal with him.According to the records left by the senior planeswalker, he speculated that the senior should not have clashed with the natives here.These natives should also not understand the power of Planeswalkers.

After all, when the planeswalker doesn't summon his subordinates, there is only one person, which doesn't seem difficult to deal with.Instead of being so troublesome to poison, it is more labor-saving to directly summon followers.

And this posture, this table of delicious food... Zhang Cheng felt that the uncle would be more willing to give him gout than to poison him.

The seafood is very delicious, and the uncle frequently persuaded him to drink. After a while, the guests and the host had a good time.

That's what he said, but Zhang Cheng has been carefully observing his surroundings.Although there are many people attending the banquet, there are very few people who can have a table and sit down to eat.Including Zhang Cheng and the uncle, there were only seven or eight people.Others, although they were also eating, should be of lower status, so they all ate standing up.And they also had to help themselves, unlike Zhang Cheng, who had special servants who would add new dishes and clean the table for him.

The old man with oil paint on his body who spoke before was one of the people who took the seat, and he sat in the second position after Zhang Cheng, which showed that he had a high status under the uncle.

Not only this old man, most of the other people who are eligible to sit are painted with oil paint.Among those who ate standing up, no one was painted.It can be seen that this seems to be a special sign.

"His Royal Highness," seeing the lively atmosphere, he took the initiative to ask. "How many are these?"

"Oh, they are all my priests." The uncle replied generously.

"Who is the so-called priest?"

"They are responsible for offering sacrifices to the gods," replied the uncle. "But they are mortals after all, and they can only serve as followers of the princes. They take care of some daily chores for the princes. Of course, their main task is to understand the movements of the gods. By the way, Planeswalker, what good things do you have this time?" Sell ​​it to me?"

Zhang Cheng had already considered this issue before.If you want to be a plane merchant, you must sell high-tech products (for a barbaric society) and purchase primary raw materials and precious metals in a barbaric society; but in a high-tech society, it has to be reversed.

Because he had planned to come to this world for a long time, he bought some corresponding things on earth.

"I have some materials, I can show the prince." He said, took out a card, and took out a roll of silk from it.

Silk fabrics, of course, are common and cheap items on today's earth, but they are likely to be of great value in another world.After all, as long as you don't have silkworms, you can't have silk fabrics, and the existence of silkworms does not affect the development of civilization and technology.

"Oh..." Seeing the blue flame rising in Zhang Cheng's hand, everyone including the uncle stared intently, and more than one person let out a cry of admiration.Then they were even more astonished when a roll of fabric emerged from the flames.

Zhang Cheng handed the silk to the uncle, and the uncle immediately picked up the silk and admired it.

So thin, so delicate... Although he didn't say anything, his face clearly expressed a kind of joy and shock.

This is normal. It is said that when this thing was first spread to Rome in ancient times, it caused a large-scale sensation, so that silk was once more expensive than gold.Not to mention that these are not the ancient silk, but the product of modern technology.No matter its color or the pattern on it, it is beautiful and impeccable.

The uncle admired and touched it for a long time, and he didn't even have the heart to enjoy the food.After at least ten minutes, he gave the silk to the old man who was waiting eagerly.

The old man also admired it, and then passed it on to the next person.Just pass it on one by one.However, the uncle has spent a long time trying to figure it out in his hands, and other people will not have this treatment. Basically, it will be passed on to the next person in a few minutes or even tens of seconds.But it can be known from the expression that everyone loves it.

"It's really a good thing, it should be very valuable!" This is the answer given by the old man. This answer is also in line with the perception of everyone present, and no one has any objections.

"This thing is good." The uncle made a final decision. "But it's a little less... Well, Planeswalker, what do you want?"

I want so many things, but for now, I need to know what is going on.

Zhang Cheng didn't care about this roll of silk at all. This thing is cheap on earth today.Have as much as you want.

"Your Highness, this is a gift from me, just a meeting gift." Zhang Cheng said politely.

"Oh?" The uncle was slightly startled, and then looked at Zhang Cheng with a complicated expression. "This... what do you want?"

"No, no, I don't want anything." Zhang Cheng replied.

"Do you want...let me take you to the capital?" the uncle asked. "It's not impossible...but these materials are not enough."

"The capital? Dare I ask, what is the capital?"

"You don't know. The capital of the empire is at #￥@&..." He said a place name that the translator couldn't translate. "It is called the city of bliss and perfection. Hundreds of princes and high-ranking princes live there... Miracles are everywhere, and nobles are everywhere..."

"Ah, what did you mean just now...you can't go back?"

The face of the old man next to him changed, as if he wanted to come up and say something, but the uncle waved his hand generously, signaling him not to speak. "Yes, you see me hugging, but in fact I am an unlucky exile."

"Ah..." Zhang Cheng didn't know what to say for a while.Ruler of the islands and coast... just an exile?
"I can't help it. I offended a lot of people, and I was finally driven to this ghostly place." The uncle sighed. "It's not impossible to go back, but it must pay a lot of money and buy a lot of people. As for me, I have been too lazy to go back. Although I am a bit unwilling to live here for the rest of my life, it is not bad."

He looked regretful.Zhang Cheng's heart stirred up waves... Is that so?No wonder it feels so out of place.The civilization, science and technology of this world are probably concentrated in that city of bliss and perfection.

But it is still a bit incomprehensible, because neither the uncle himself nor the entourage around the uncle has the demeanor that a scientist or engineer should have.It's almost like a savage.Although most of them should be natives of the surrounding archipelago and coast, just like the village Zhang Cheng experienced before.

You can't find a guy who looks like he's from the civilized world, from a high-tech society.Not to mention other people, even the uncle himself is not at all alike.He is a greasy middle-aged uncle, and only a greasy middle-aged uncle.If it weren't for the aircraft carrier under his feet, he would be more like a chief of a primitive island tribe with no ink and nothing to do.

At this time, the banquet had come to an end, and the silk was passed around and returned to the uncle.The uncle couldn't hold it all the time, so he handed it over to one of his subordinates and gave him a few words of advice.The subordinates carried the silk and left.

"By the way, Your Highness," said a painted subordinate. "It's getting late."

"Oh, a small sacrifice," the uncle laughed. "I forgot. Yes, it is true that there is not much food. But the guests are still here, can't it be later?"

"Sorry, Your Highness, but it really has to be before tonight, otherwise... tomorrow's breakfast will probably be troublesome."

What's the meaning?Zhang Cheng said that he didn't quite understand.

"Forget it, Planeswalker... Oh, no, Zhang Cheng, come and join us in our sacrifice." The uncle raised his eyes and looked outside the porthole, where the sun had already set.The scorching sun outside had become weak. "Let's go, let's go."

Walking out of the cabin, although the temperature outside is still hot, the sun is not as harsh as before.

Zhang Cheng didn't know what they wanted to do, so he just followed a group of people towards the corner of the aircraft carrier.

In one corner of the aircraft carrier, a lot of things have been placed.Someone painted an intricate pattern on the flight deck with some sort of paint.This pattern covers an area of ​​more than ten square meters. What the hell is it... can only be described as some kind of abstract religious symbol.

Some unknown things are placed in the corners of the pattern, such as mud, sand, animal bones... In short, strange things, piled on the left and piled on the right, it is impossible to tell what it is.

In the middle, facing a pile of fresh sea fish—it is really fresh, it should have just been caught, and most of them are still jumping.

If this was the world of Dog Rong, Zhang Cheng also felt that this might be a sacrifice to the gods.But here's the high-tech world...what's the point?

The prince took a step forward, stood outside the circle, and nodded at the old man priest at the same time.The latter stepped forward to the front of the pile of fresh fish, but took out what should be a test tube in his hand.

He performed a few ritual actions, muttered to the sky for a long time, then opened the test tube, and dripped a lot of the red liquid inside.

When the liquid fell to the ground, it seemed that smoke was generated, and in the next moment, a sudden will descended from somewhere.

A very familiar scene... If it was someone else, even a planeswalker, they would probably be at a loss for a while.But Zhang Cheng has experienced similar things many times.So even if he faced the will in the void, he didn't have any fear and nervousness, but took the opportunity to observe it.

This will... how should I put it, it seems to have a mechanical feeling.This should come down to the physical world from other planes of the world, it's just not clear why there is such a thing.

When he raised his eyes and looked around, there was no one standing around except him, even the uncle had already knelt down.The old man stepped back quickly to the outside of the circle just now, but now he has also knelt down.

In the next instant, the space in front of him twisted.People hit by a strong air current couldn't open their eyes.When the air flow dissipated, everything returned to calm, and I saw a large space in front of it, full of golden fruits.Judging from the appearance, smell and some other limited signs, it should be a kind of grain that he has never seen before.Huge, mounds of grain.

The uncle has already stood up, and the old man came out just now.The old man glanced at Zhang Cheng with a proud expression.

However, Zhang Cheng's heart was indeed shocked.

What was this just now?Space teleportation?magic?Technology?But this thing is neither magic nor technology.

Zhang Cheng's body is also a mage.Although the magic power in this world is not strong, and the mage can't find any flowers, he can feel that the magic net has not been activated.This has nothing to do with magic.

But speaking of technology... the whole process just now has no technical flavor at all, it is a typical sacrificial activity.

Someone was whispering over there, and Zhang Cheng vaguely heard them accusing him of being impious and disrespectful to the gods.But when these whistleblowers approached the uncle, they were directly reprimanded by the old man.

"He was just petrified, no wonder." These were the old man's original words.

After the ceremony, there were naturally attendants calling for other people to carry and pack the grains.And Zhang Cheng followed a group of people back to the cabin.It has to be said that although it was almost dusk and the sun was not so harsh, the outdoor temperature was still very high.There are two worlds with or without air conditioning.

Not only that, Zhang Cheng also felt the power of the aircraft carrier's engine.The lone flat-topped boat was turning, apparently about to set sail.

"His Royal Highness...was that a sacrifice just now?" After returning to the cabin, Zhang Cheng couldn't help asking.

"Yes, I begged God's favor." The uncle replied.

"So those grains... are given by God?" Zhang Cheng asked.Wasn't it teleported by some kind of space technology?

"Of course." The uncle replied.

"It was a simple sacrifice just now," the old man interrupted. "It's not something that just anyone can do by drawing a sacrificial formation. The real key is His Royal Highness, and it's the food that His Royal Highness gets in exchange for divine grace points."

Zhang Cheng found that the roll of silk he had given just now had taken effect. At this time, the uncles felt that they had taken advantage of Zhang Cheng and owed him some favors, so they actively answered his doubts and had no intention of hiding it.For example, this old man, he is the chief priest, and he is No. 1 under the uncle here.

"That is to say, the key lies in the prince? If there is no prince, this ceremony will not be established?"

"As long as there is a prince, all the details can actually be simplified. If it is necessary, you can even use nothing, just use a small amount of the prince's blood. Of course, that is the worst effect, and it may offend the gods."

"I want to ask," Zhang Cheng suddenly understood something. "Grandpa, I mean, those flying machines... are also the grace that the prince asked God to come over?"

"Of course!" The old man took it for granted. "Those are the creations of the gods."

This answer was like sunshine, quickly clearing up the confusion in Zhang Cheng's heart.It turns out that none of this was made by themselves, no wonder there is such a strange sense of disobedience.This is... a group of barbarians with high technology.

(End of this chapter)