Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 70

Chapter 70: The most fantastic method
What was the most fantastic flying method?
By airplane? By a hot air balloon? By parachute? By bungee jumping?
Riding a mount? Using wings? By anti-gravity magic? Levitating?
Or by the strangest flying method that almost no one could probably imagine, ‘flying by staying in the stomach of a God’.
"This is really unbelievable!"
Sui Xiong was looking outward from the window. There was a vast clear sky, and
underneath it was a bizarre landscape with clouds and mist. Lei couldn’t
help but take it all in. He was like a curious kid, looking everywhere to remember
by heart this kind of scenery, which ordinary people could never see in
their lifetime.
After a long while, he felt sore in his eyes. He left the window, went back to his
"seat" above, and sat opposite to the dozing Stelle, then asked, "Why don’t you
look excited? Are you familiar with this kind of scene because you usually fly
here and there on normal days?"
Stelle yawned, and dimly said, "How can I fly this high... This thing must be flying above the clouds..."
"Then why don’t you look excited?"
"I didn’t sleep well last night... Don’t disturb me!"
Lei had just figured out-- -- -from the day before yesterday until last night,
Stelle had been tied by the tightening headband, and had been restricted from having
any evil thoughts. However, of course, she couldn’t refrain from those
messy thoughts. Her day basically was "having evil thoughts-- -- having a headache-- -
-behaving properly-- -- having evil thoughts again". When the tightening
headband had been adjusted, she could finally find her peace again.
The reason why she didn’t feel tired at that time was because of the hiking. But
up until this point when she was free, the accumulated fatigue burst in her head;
only ghosts didn’t feel tired!
After thinking this through, he didn’t disturb Stelle anymore, but picked up a book to kill
time by reading.
As a man with a noble background, he had a habit of carrying books along. But in
reality, he rarely read. Over the last couple years, if he didn’t fight or kill someone, he
would be constantly on the move. Even if he had some spare time, he would
spend most of it on practicing to prepare for an upcoming fight in his next
adventure. Yet, the current situation didn’t allow him to practice. Hence, he could
only read books.
This book was made extraordinarily sophisticated. The book was covered by a
tawny goatskin paper (parchment), which was secured with a silver frame that
would prevent the book from deformation. Letters were embedded onto the cover of the book by golden threads. Many tiny gems were used as a decoration for the book, which enhanced its luxurious look.
But to a true knowledgeable person, the author’s signature under the name of the
book was where the genuine value of the book was.
This book was transcribed by a legendary shaman-- -- of course, when he
transcribed this book, he was still a young scholar and hadn’t truly stepped into the
mystic magic palace.
The main surface didn’t have papermaking technique, so most of the materials used for
making books were goatskin paper. Each paper relatively equaled the same
consumption of goatskin and with the manpower, whose value might be higher than the goatskin itself. This made books super pricey. Ordinary people did not
easily get the chance to see this kind of book in their lifetime.
Except for goatskin, cloth was not a bad material to write on. But it was not
suitable for making books. It was normally used to make different kinds of notices for
announcements or rewards.
Writing on paper was a job that required technique. Except for using magic to
invent, one co

uld rely on a scholar’s handwriting. The writing that was made
by the magic was neat and tidy, but it lacked the beauty of art. Therefore, the work
that was written with this method had no other value than a book. Some strict
collectors only admitted the work with a handwritten book. They looked down on
those books that were written by magic.
And the one in Lei’s hand was just a normal history book. Its content wasn’t
special either. But its writing style could be counted as the representative of
art. Not to mention, the author’s identity added to its value, which was
enough to be ranked as "treasure".
At the beginning, when Lei left his house alone, except for the sword, this book was
considered precious to him. During his years of wandering about in a desperate plight, in
the most down and outof times, he never even thought of selling this book.
If the sword was his friend, then this book would be like his spiritual solace. As
long as he saw this book, he would recall his calm, tranquil life and did not feel
that his youth was just a dream.
Even though he rarely read books.
The bright sunlight shone into the transparent window. Lei silently sat in the front
seat, seriously browsing through each page, carefully chewing over the hair-raising
history hidden underneath each verse of the poem. Sometimes, he was a poet
who sculpted words and sentences, exclaiming in admiration. If one didn’t know
his identity and saw his appearance right now, he would think this was a scholar full of exquisite noble mannerisms.
This scene caught Stelle’s eyes after she woke up.
Lei’s face was actually pretty nice-looking. The "plastic surgery" that Sui Xiong had
done on him was absolutely not a reckless work. He had based Lei’s face on the art
principle of fine sculpting to recreate his face almost perfectly, except for some
overly manipulated features that went beyond normal conception. Day after day, those
inharmonious features slowly disappeared and were replaced with ones
of human emotions. From this moment onward, he could be counted as one of the most
handsome men. If this were a modern bustling city, countless girls’ eyes would
light up when they saw him.
At least, right now, both eyes of Stelle’s had lit up, and were as verdant as a hungry
wolf’s.
Perhaps, her aura was too intense that it woke Lei up from his reading. He calmly
closed his book then tapped on the wall beside.
"Highness." He asked, "Would there be any problem if I chant the Band-
Tightening Spell here?"
Before Sui Xiong couldn’t answer, Stelle had let out a real loud shout and lay
motionless on the ground.
"... I didn’t chant any spell!"
"To be honest, I find both of you have really good chemistry." Sui Xiong smilingly said, "You really understand each other."
Lei’s face immediately turned black, "She and I understand each other?! Jellyfish
God Highness, your observation and understanding about mankind are
insufficient!"
"Maybe." Sui Xiong didn’t drag on this problem either. On the contrary, he turned
the dark power into an electronic voice which reverberated in the "passenger
cabin".
"Passengers, please pay attention. The Jellyfish flight over the Broken Cloud
Mountain Range is about to land. Please fasten your seatbelt and take care of
your kids carefully. Please check your belongings, turn off your cell phone and
other electronic devices. Thank you for your cooperation."
This passage that the Jellyfish flight had just employed was clearly used in the
airplanes on Earth. However, in this eccentric world where hardly anyone understood Chinese, the message just made these two passengers surprisingly spit their saliva.
"What is this spell?" Lei asked.
"Is there any problem?" Stelle’s thinking was a little pessimistic, "Our height is
dropping. Are we perhaps falling?"
Sui Xiong sighed, and couldn’t help but have a feeling that he had just flirted with the blind.
The "Jellyfish spaceship" quickly made its landing. Due to the fact that Sui Xiong
had always maintained the air pressure in the passenger cabin at a normal
level, the two passengers didn’t have the tinnitus symptom as on Earth. They
wouldn’t have the popping pain in their ears and noses. Sui Xiong couldn’t help but
silently have an illusion, "If I can use this technique on an Earth plane..."
However, it was impossible as the Earth airplane was not as solid as
the body of this Jellyfish God, which could resist the high pressure caused by the
difference between the internal and external air density.
With a slight collision, the "Spaceship" steadily landed on the ground, and one door
leaf of the cabin was opened. The two "Passengers" arranged their things,
then carefully walked out.
Outside the door was an area of flat rock. The surroundings still had unmelted
snow, which showed that the terrain was pretty high. The lush vegetation started
from a mountain side far away and extended to the end of the Earth. The blue
and green color formed into a horizon, which looked clear and distinct.
This was obviously the southern part of the Broken Cloud Mountain Range. It was
said that since this world was born, there existed an ancient forest; therefore, this
place was called "Immemorial Forest".
From "boarding" to "landing", this journey lasted a total of several hours. In fact, Sui
Xiong reduced the flying time. He even crossed the Broken Cloud
Mountain Range in only a few minutes. It was just that the highly concentrated
dark power in the air made him feel very comfortable. Consequently, he slowed
down his pace. His speed matched a nice stroll. He leisurely
advanced with a carefree manner. As a result, the journey had taken a long time.
Lei and Stelle clearly didn’t know about these things. They just knew that they had easily crossed the Broken Cloud Mountain Range, which was
taken as a sky piercing mountain range . There was no struggle, no dangerous
fighting, and even no lengthy trip. Throughout the entire trip, Stelle was taking a nap
while Lei read his book.
It felt as if they were relaxing in a hotel, leisurely and carefree.
"God’s power is indeed boundless and unpredictable!" Lei couldn’t help but
exclaim, "Highness, if you stop acting unreasonably, you will definitely
have way too many believers!"
"In fact, I already have too many believers." Sui Xiong said, "In the north,
more than a hundred people have been recruited."
"I am not saying those who worship you because of money or protection but those who
sincerely respect you and worship you from the bottom of their hearts." Lei
emphasized, "As for the first group, as long as you are willing to pay, you can have
as many as you like. But as for the latter ones, they genuinely can be counted as
your true believers."
Sui Xiong let out a nonchalant smile. He didn’t really care about this.
What the Hell was a religion if he really didn’t see any good in that?
According to God’s principle, one could gain power from another’s religion. But he
didn’t have any feeling for the "Religion power". To him, being worshiped by
others only meant being praised. It would only lift up his mood.
Having people believe in him was of course very good. If no one believed in
him, it was in fact no big deal. At the end of the day, it was about face.
This was like a proverb on Earth, which went "Buddha needs incense and a man
needs a face".
Although he had lived in this world for a very long time, possessed great God
power, and looked like a God that had many believers, Sui Xiong could
not turn into the God of this world in the end.
Essentially, he was still a spirit from Earth, from beginning to end.

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