Inside the temple, Karl walked beside their escort, while the Orcish Chieftain was a step behind, with Tessa at his side to whisper translations and notes about things that the locals didn’t notice anymore.
When you saw a carving every day of your life, it was nothing remarkable. But when the carving was dedicated to a God that a Dragon Cleric, who had spent years learning about the various pantheons, couldn’t identify, it was important to them.
“This was once a temple to the old gods, the ones forgotten by time, or replaced by the younger Gods. Many of their stories were said to be brought to this world by the Outreach Programs of the Darklight Host when they spread through the world, but from what I can tell in the Temple, the Guild didn’t actually have any connection to the faith, unless there were members of the faithful among the Guild Membership.
See here? This is a statue of the God of Magic, Karl. The one I would assume that you were named after. It shows him in simple black robes, almost as if he were a follower of the Black Dragon, but the placard underneath is Mythril, unaffected by time, and clearly details a simple prayer to the God of Magic.” Their guide explained.
Remi called her Bodyguard into her space and had them make notes of all the inscriptions and other writings that they found in the Temple.
Even if they couldn’t read it right now, it could be valuable information later. Like for brother Tian. He would probably want a temple to the Beast Gods, but he had a lot of magical power, so there might be some merit in saying nice things to the God of Magic.
It wasn’t just human gods, either. There was a beastkin Death God with wolf ears, and a man in a faceless mask listed as the Laughing God.
Well, that one might be human, though as they were supposed to be the god of luck, practical jokes and fate, their appearance might be ambiguous.
A happy squeal let them know that they had lost Lotus, as the Priestess was rapidly disappearing down a side hallway, as Mira laughed.
“Oh, she must have noticed already. We would have gotten there in a few minutes. The hallway that the Green Dragon Cleric vanished down leads to the altar to the god of life and fertility. A Bunny.”
Tessa laughed out loud, then translated for the Chieftain, who gave an indulgent look as he turned toward the hallway Lotus had taken.
Nachtia motioned for them to keep going. “I will keep the little one out of trouble. The presence of the Dragon Gods is also strong here, and I am certain she won’t damage anything.”
“Thank you. We will be along in a few minutes.” Karl agreed.
Mira gave him a curious look. “You and the other Clerics I can see, as you represent the Beast and Dragon Gods, but how did your entourage end up travelling with a whole Clan of Orcs? Are they here to represent the War God?”
Karl shook his head. “We were actually just finishing a fight alongside them, a challenge to see who could eliminate more of an anomaly afflicted and overpopulated Sand Howler tribe when there was a magical distortion. It deposited us here. We weren’t travelling together before that.”
Mira sighed and twisted her hair up into a loose bun.
“Things have gotten strange since the system started to recede. I have heard that many regions have been troubled by insane monsters in the past few years, but that’s more of an urban legend.
The fact that you’re here describing the issue firsthand means it’s true, doesn’t it?
But more concerning is that I have heard many of the younger Guild Members have failed to access the Class Change menu on time. They’re getting stuck at their base class.” She explained.
“When did the translation feature stop working in this region?” Karl asked.
“Translation feature? You can read these inscriptions?” Mira asked, startled.
“Well, yes. But I meant spoken. You clearly don’t speak Orcish, and they can’t understand you. However, they can understand me.” Karl explained.
“That’s because you speak Orcish.” Mira reminded him.
Karl shook his head. “That’s the System. It’s helping me with the translation. I have never studied Orcish a day in my life, but I still understand them, and they understand me. Does that mean you hear it as me speaking Orcish when I talk to them?”
Mira nodded. “And Serpent when you speak to the Naga Queen or the Black Dragon. Though Lady Nachtia answers in human Common, which is strange, as you spoke to her in Serpent.”
Tessa frowned. “We have run into this before. When we were travelling through Newbon. The Trolls and Orcs understood you just fine, but everyone else had issues.”
So, they were facing the opposite of what he had seen at home. The system was receding, and they were losing access to everything, one feature at a time.
“Back on topic, has the system never translated for you?” Karl asked.
Mira shook her head. “No, everyone just speaks the Common language to each other. The Darklight Host and the Dragon Gods both run schools to teach the language, plus literacy skills, to children.
What branch are you from, anyhow?”
“The Drodh City branch.” Karl replied casually.
Mira nodded. “Oh, on the southeastern Island. That makes sense. Though, I was shocked to hear that you had been to other continents. Or is there a Newbon somewhere in the Dragon Isles?”
Karl shook his head. “No, it is on the Kabtumia Continent. As far as I know, there isn’t another nation by the same name.”
Mira snapped her fingers. “That’s it. I just realized why you travelled so much. The portal is still active between the Demon Temple in Drodh City and the Beastkin Temple next to the Great Lake, isn’t it? So, you can just use the platform to move between continents.”
Karl smiled. “I can also use the Portal spell. So, I can move between continents once I have been there once.”
Mira sighed. “That must be nice. Being the only one stationed here gets so lonely. There were supposed to be replacements coming, but I’ve been having issues with the System Messaging Function lately, and I don’t know when they’re going to arrive.”
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