Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 345-346

Chapter 345 – Living Records

Not long after the three people went in, Shao Xuan heard the sound of a click followed by the voice of the blind slave.

In many desert cities, some slave owners do not want to see the records left by the ancestors. They couldn’t bear to have to study it, and were told to treat it with care and couldn’t be damaged. Over time, those who specifically look at the ancestors’ records were getting fewer and fewer.

Later, there were slave owners who arranged for their slaves to read the records and ordered them to memorize all the records they had seen. When they wanted to know something, the slaves in charge of remembering would recite it skillfully.

As a result, such a class of slaves dedicated to memorizing their records was created. Their full duty was to recite all the records for their masters.

These people were like living records. The slave owners could always have them in tow. Whenever they wanted to know something, they just needed to ask one. They could even be set to fight.

Shao Xuan listened to the sounds next door as he sneaked inside the stone room. Those two people were in really high spirits while just messing around, though still listening, of course!

However, the old slave whose voice has no ups and downs, was calm and not affected by the two people’s actions. Calmer than even Shao Xuan who speculated that the experience of the old man was just too deep.

For the chaotic relationship between the slaves and their owners, Shao Xuan did not have time to think more. The stone room contained a lot of skin rolls, wooden rolls, cloth rolls and others, which made Shao Xuan very excited. He finally found it!

Looking at the classification above the records, there was smelting related which Shao Xuan was looking for. These notes were very old. Some were even broken because of improper preservation as the strength of the medium used was a little bit easy to break.

This chronicled the seed, as well as where the smelting ore came from. Similar to what Shao Xuan thought, the stones that were placed around the seed for a long time would change and become an ore. A stone placed at a different distance from the seed would also produce a different ore. Since it had a different smelting method, the metal that could be obtained was not the same. The better the stone quality, the shorter the time required, the higher the metal content.

Shao Xuan looked at the smelting methods described in it. Either failed or successful, all were recorded. Looking at these records, Shao Xuan felt for the ancestors of the slave owners. It seemed that they have been exposed to smelting for a long time, but had mastered it through numerous trial and errors.

In this regard, Shao Xuan also had to find the origin of slave owners, about their older history.

However, probably because it was too long ago, Shao Xuan really could not find the records. He had looked at a lot but still did not find what he wanted.

At this time, the man and woman next door have also finished their matter, laughing as they left.

Shao Xuan put down the things in his hand, and immediately hid behind the stone shelf.

The curtain at the door of the stone chamber was lifted. Shao Xuan heard the footsteps walking inside the stone room. It was not light, every step was slow. This was the footsteps of the blind old slave.

Shao Xuan heard the sound of the old slave pouring water to drink. He seemed to be thinking of something. The old slave sighed, then got up and came to the side where Shao Xuan hid.

There was sunshine coming in the window. Shao Xuan could see the other side’s shadow, elongating as the figure got more and more closer. He silently took out a knife in his hand.