Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 46 The Dead's Ointment

"Indeed!" Vilandra responded immediately, not daring to hesitate for a moment. "Your Excellency, our team has been personally commissioned by Lord Rosman of Harappa City and is led by Mittal Vijay, the current head of the Mittal family, specifically to reopen the ancient trade route to the East!"

"The Mittal family..."

Yan Mou repeated the name in a low voice, his previously calm expression suddenly changing drastically.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and his body even trembled slightly, as if he had heard some earth-shattering news.

The next moment, he disregarded his noble status, leaped off his horse, and charged towards the caravan. His eyes scanned the crowd urgently as he shouted, "Who is Mittal Vijay? Where is the current head of the Mittal family?"

All eyes immediately turned to Vijay.

What's going on? Why does such an important figure as the young lord of Mohenjo know Mittal's surname and this eastern trade route?

Vijay glanced discreetly at Bim, only to see a look of utter confusion in his eyes.

In any case, things have come to this point, and Vijay can no longer avoid it.

He took a deep breath, slowly stepped out from the ranks, knelt on one knee before Yamantaka, and performed the most standard audience ceremony. His voice was steady: "Brahma above, esteemed Kshatriya, I am Mithar Vijaya."

Yan Muna almost rushed forward, stretched out her hands, and personally helped Vijay up steadily.

This move once again shocked the entire audience.

It would have been completely unthinkable in the past for a noble Kshatriya heir to personally help up a Vaishya merchant.

Yan Mou did it with perfect ease, his eyes showing no disdain, only equality, solemnity, and even a hint of expectation. He held Vijay's arm, carefully looking him up and down, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "The Mittal family... your Mittal family, are you finally going to reopen that trade route to the East?"

Vijay was completely stunned.

He was completely bewildered and lost.

What great things did his ancestors do that would make this young city lord so excited?

As if sensing his confusion, Yan Mouna calmed himself down and slowly said, "I've heard my father repeatedly mention your family's trade routes since I was a child, and they're different from other people who just try their luck!"

Yan Muna was overjoyed, but his words were somewhat incoherent: "The Ointment of the Dead, will you need the Ointment of the Dead for your journey this time?"

Ointment for the Dead?

"What is this thing?" Vijay was completely bewildered. Judging from Yan Muna's expression and tone, it seemed that this thing was closely related to the trade routes.

But he had never heard this name anywhere before, and had absolutely no recollection of it.

Before he could even ask, Yan Mou seemed to suddenly realize something, slapped his forehead hard, and a look of sudden understanding appeared on his face. He immediately turned around and shouted towards the stone bridge, "Quickly! Make way and let them pass!"

This sudden change caught everyone off guard.

Vijay was filled with confusion and worry, but now he had no choice.

He sighed softly, waved for the team to prepare, and then took the lead in following the young city lord onto the stone bridge, heading towards the unassuming stone fortress.

From the outside, this stone fort looks no different from any other defensive fortress on the border, with thick earthen walls, simple towers, and even a somewhat dilapidated appearance.

But when the group actually entered the castle, the scene before them amazed everyone.

The castle was a hidden paradise, with a spacious courtyard, exquisite columns, and smooth stone slabs on the ground. The rooms were ornately decorated with soft carpets, fine tableware, and gold, silver and jewels. Its luxury was in no way inferior to any noble mansion that Vijay had ever seen in Harappa.

Yan Mu invited Wei Jie and Mu to a side hall and immediately arranged for several docile female slaves to serve them water and simple food, treating them with utmost respect and attentiveness.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he walked alone into the depths of the inner room.

Vijay and Mu sat in the hall, each lost in their own thoughts, but neither intended to say much.

Not long after, footsteps came from inside the room.

Yan Muna came out again, carefully holding a small wooden box in both hands.

The wooden box was made entirely of precious ebony, with white ivory inlaid along the edges and carved with ancient and mysterious patterns; it was clearly no ordinary object.

But the moment the wooden box was brought out, Mu, who had been calm all along, suddenly changed his expression and his body lurched backward. His huge pupils were filled with horror and fear, as if he had seen something extremely dangerous and dared not approach the wooden box at all.

Vijay was greatly surprised.

Mu was a servant of a legitimate Brahman, possessing mysterious powers; ordinary things could never cause him to lose his composure like this.

What exactly is inside this small ebony box?

"Please relax, Brahma," Yamuna was not surprised by the purpose of the action; he was well aware of the weight of the item in his hand.

Before Vijay could think further, Yan Muna walked solemnly to Vijay, holding the wooden box in both hands and gently placing it in Vijay's hands. His tone was extremely solemn, even with a hint of earnestness: "Patriarch Vijay, this is the elixir of the dead that our Mohenzo City has accumulated bit by bit over the past ten years."

Vijay instinctively reached out and caught it.

But the moment his fingertips touched the wooden box, a bone-chilling cold, as if from the deepest abyss, instantly spread upwards from his fingers, rushing to his arms, shoulders, and chest, almost freezing him completely.

The cold was not just ordinary cold; it carried an aura of deathly stillness, desolation, and despair, making his hair stand on end and his heart feel as if it had stopped beating.

Vijay couldn't help but shiver violently, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He dared not hold it any longer, and hurriedly and carefully placed the wooden box on the ground beside his feet. He raised his trembling hands and looked at Yan Muna in front of him with a blank and frightened expression, not knowing what to say.

He couldn't understand why a city lord's heir would entrust such a strange and valuable item to a stranger like him, a merchant.

Yan Muna, however, seemed completely oblivious to his lapse in composure and the strangeness of the wooden box. She simply stood aside, her eyes sincere and earnest, with a hint of shy embarrassment, and continued, "When I returned from the East this time, besides bringing back benzoin and epimedium as agreed by our ancestors..."

"Could you please bring back some extra Heavenly Gold and Dragon Pearls for me?"

He scratched his head, his tone becoming even more sincere: "By Yama, please rest assured, patriarch, I will prepare the price for these items separately. The Mittal family will absolutely not pay for them in vain!"