Chapter 383: [ Aryan Clan ]

“““Haa!!!”””

Loud spirited manly yells can be heard from somewhere.

On the long corridor, Allen was walking leisurely. Amidst the sound of cicadas and birds, were yells full of spirit and youth.

That's probably the soldiers training. Even the sound of the wind from the slashing weapon, steel crossing and the stomping of the feet can also be heard, echoing like a choir.

This wasn’t the first time for Allen walking in this long corridor. And so, the maze-like structure of this palace was already been engraved inside his mind.

As he walked around alone, all the people, soldiers, warriors, servants, chamberlains, and maids he passed around were looking at him.

Some bowed in respect as if he was a King or an Emperor taking a stroll.

Some nodded at him with warm smiles on their faces.

Some even sent gazes of admiration, awe, curiosity, interest –and there were even flirty and furtive glances directed at him.

But this wasn’t new at all.

It was already the sixth day since he first arrives here. The Aryan Gods sometimes came up to him and talked to him. Treating him like someone not his age but their age instead.

Allen’s power had already caught their acknowledgment.

In the Celestial Realm, Power is everything. It was a shortcut to make someone acknowledge you. Due to this, they saw him, not a younger generation but someone at their level.

Even the Elders, the Gods, and Deities of the Kemet Clan often visited him and together with Aryan Clans, they sometimes asked him for a spar. It wasn’t anything malicious but just a friendly exchange. Their characters, even Allen can’t help but admired them.

Naturally, the Kemet Clan had already learned about Allen’s ability which he had usurped from one of the Kemet’s Clan’s famous High Gods; Osiris. However, although they had felt conflicted at first but after telling them that Allen has no intention of joining any clans in the Celestial Realm, as he was a human that would return to the mortal world when the time comes, all their worries elevated a bit.

Although their worries were transformed into extreme shock from knowing Allen’s real identity as a human transcended God, their attitude towards him had become even warmer compared to before.

A human transcended God, especially with his young age, just how many can do that…?

Losing to other younger generation?

They would definitely turn pale and be shocked!

But Allen was different. He can be said a genius among geniuses, no in their eyes, he was already a real monster!

Losing to him wasn't that big of a deal.

He was far different from the other God kins. That is right! Allen was basically a freak of nature. He was not mortal at all but a monster, instead.

Well, the Kemet Clan still had a few complex emotions but they know that even if they wanted it, they don’t have any way of taking back Osiris powers from him.

It had become Allen’s. All they could think of was that, it was his fate to find it.

The only worries for them were that if Allen was from other God Clans. But since he had already promised that he wouldn’t join any Clans in the near future, that worries had somewhat disappeared.

Allen joining other God Clans with Osiris power is just… you know, a bit too much to think of. It could even be said be a blasphemy towards the High God Osiris.

For additional information, in the Kemet Clan, they actually possess Osiris sacred crook and flail. The Kemet Elders confided that along with other artifacts of the late High Gods, that was their sacred treasures. One of the Elders even promised Allen to give them to him if he became an Elder of the Kemet Clan.

Although he was a foreigner but in their eyes, he was Osiris disciple and sole successor.

Of course, Allen politely refused. Though there was a heated argument about Hathor’s glove that Allen possesses.

It was the Goddess’s lost treasure.

He revealed it himself to avoid conflict in the future.

Allen believes that if he won’t reveal it today, and when it was learned by them by some other means, they would certainly misunderstand something. Allen had already taken Osiris tomes and it would be bad if they learned that he also had the other High Gods lost treasures.

Allen could only smile wryly.

Of course, Allen hid several cards. [ Eye of Horus ], [ Book of Set ], [ El Naddaha’s flute ], [ The song of Sha. ] and many other lost artifacts. He only revealed Hathor’s glove as a show of friendship.

In any case, they wouldn’t fight for it till death because, in Hathor’s artifacts and items, the glove was one of the least important of them.

They wouldn’t create conflict uselessly just because of that. But that would be different if those artifacts were revealed instead.

Fortunately, he wasn’t really lying when he said that he doesn’t have any other else in his possession aside from Hathor’s gloves because all of them are still within the Death Mask storage.

He still hasn’t touched anything and move them to his personal storage; the Summoning Grimoire because he still hasn’t organized and examined each of them. Thus, even if they have someone who can tell lies, he wouldn’t be found out.

Allen was certainly not lying at all…

As expected, after a long negotiation, Allen came up victoriously and managed to retain the glove but he was asked for a compensation for it in which Allen happily agreed.

What he gave them, causing them to feel extremely happy was none other than, the giant mummy golem that the Mummy lord owned.

He told he found it after defeating it. Fixed it and now it can be used again.

When it was not used, the mummy golem took the form of a shabti. A palm-sized idol figurine made from clay.

Allen didn’t need it. He already had information as to how to make it and besides he had the Mummy Lord. The giant Mummy was insignificant for him.

As for the other artifacts, Allen has no intention of using it. But it didn’t mean he can just give it to them.

He has always been a selfish person. He was still a demon…

Even if he had no use for them, it doesn’t mean those from Earth wouldn’t.

All of them were Godly artifacts.

And so, unlike [ Hathor’s Glove ] that he sometimes used, no one would be able to see him using them…

Even in the near future…

Because of these, everyone within the palace ground already knows Allen, this small celebrity.

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Continued heading down the path to the left, suddenly Allen caught a beautiful voice humming.

“Hmm♪ hmm, hmm~♪”

However, as soon as Allen entered the room at the far end of the corridor, the first thing he saw was a girl wearing an apron and standing in a clay stove like thing, barefooted. She was humming happily as she concentrated on cooking.

She has a good voice. Listening to it calms one’s heart.

Hm? Allen suddenly found out that the girl happily humming like a child was none other than, his seemingly personal maid who he saw attending him on various occasions.

That slightly strict and innocent girl was…

Allen was surprised as he stared at her quietly. He was immediately attracted by her long slender legs that were revealed from her carpet like skirt.

She was raising it as if afraid that the water from the basin she was on, will get wet while stepping on a laundry like cloth inside the wide basin. She was doing all of it while checking the pot that was already boiling.

Is she doing laundry while… cooking?

Allen didn’t whether to laugh or cry and his lips subconsciously curled upwards.

What a talented girl…

Allen turned around and saw a long table with three pairs of chairs properly tacked under the table on each side. This should be the kitchen as well as the servants’ dining room. Allen thought as he surveyed the entire room.

This was the first time he had been in here. The other people will always stop him from going here whenever they see him going this way… probably, they didn’t want him to see or meet the servants…

Well, people in the past often think like that. Especially nobles and high-grade aristocrats. They seemed to think that it was a shame to let a guest, especially important guests to see a servant’s dirty quarter, room, or even the kitchen at that.

Well, indeed, this room was out of taste. Allen rudely commented on his mind.

The stony walls give off a rugged impression. Cracked, dirty, with cobwebs and dirt in each corner.

No paints, just the reddish brick walls. And even the table is yet to be cleaned properly as some grease and leftover foods were still on it… probably wiped in a rush.

However, the vase with flowers decorating the place makes it quite elegant. Especially when the flower was shining down by the sunlight… it gives color to this dull place.

Quietly walking, he grabbed a chair and sat, staring at the servant quietly.

While her hands were busy stirring on the pot, her long beautiful legs were stomping on the cloth. Because of the actions, she was making, the soft looking thighs that looked like a steamed bun, soft, squishy and white, were revealed.

Damn thighs…

The girl’s lovely smile leaves a deep impression on Allen. Her beautiful, glossy black hair and lightly tanned skin were really charming when she works.

Allen almost has an urge to reach out his hand and give it a feel.