Chapter 937 Everyday, An Adventure

Chapter 937 Everyday, An Adventure

Traditions were a weird concept that Rowan was exploring at the side as a sort of hobby. It was fascinating to see the things that last over the ages, those that were discarded, and the erratic reasons for the preservation of some ideas where others were forgotten.

He had seen that on the table the body of the Primordial of Time lay in death were cups of wine. That means in that distant time, the Primordials had sat at a table and discussed the future over wine, and if such a tradition had been present in that period of time that was beyond living memory, then it was a bit believable that its influence had been able to spread, especially if this was a tradition from the Primordials themselves.

However, he wondered if for beings like Primordials, the concept of the future and the past existed at all. At the sixth dimensional level, one could begin traveling through the strands of destiny, what more would a Primordial be capable of at the 9th dimension?

These thoughts flew through his head faster than the speed of light, and not even a single moment had passed. The wine hit his tongue and a flavor as dense as the earth spread through his senses, tantalizing his spirit and making the Ouroboros Serpents roar in pleasure. What a wine!

He doubted that such fine drinks could be found in a lesser dimension, it was almost as if he just drank a flavorful brand of Ambrosia. This wine seemed to massage his consciousness, and if he had a soul, then it would have most likely enriched it, allowing his soul to advance to great heights in a single bound.

Dropping the wine jug with a sigh of pleasure Rowan introduced himself, "I am Romion, and I am pleased to be in your company."

The value of the wine they had given him was not to be underestimated, he did not know its source, but anything that could affect the soul in such a positive manner must be truly expensive, and Rowan would always repay good gestures with great ones. Inside his dimension Knowledge Well was already deciphering the content of the wine.

He knew he could not serve such a wine here and he began to dilute it, creating dozens of lesser variants until he created this clear wine that was the least potent of all the wine variants he had created. He was surprised at the taste and sensation even this lesser version had shown him and he wondered what his first creation would taste like.

Rowan did not rush the Will Holders, and he calmly took another sip and closed his eyes, his thoughts for the moment were silent, content to sit here and feel the pulse of the souls from the men across him.

He felt the motion of their soul before the men moved, and he was a bit surprised at this change, he had never felt this before, was it because he had fed them a bit of his Ambrosia? He had almost sensed the intent to move in the souls of these men even before their spirit captured the signals from their souls... How interesting. Kymil muttered, "I have... no words to describe what I have just experienced. Sanctified Scion, I am grateful for this mighty gift you have given me and my ancestor."

Rowan smiled and waved his hand, presenting the two Will Holders with two small jugs, "It is my pleasure, please accept these small gifts from me, and we still have more wine at the table, surely you will not let me drink alone."

The Will Holders look at each other and Mirthal bursts into laughter, he quickly retrieves the two jugs, giving one of them to his descendant Kymil and taking the other, "Let me have the honor and serve this round, esteemed Scion."

He stood up and took the large bowl and poured the clear wine into the three cups, and a peaceful atmosphere emerged inside the clearing and Rowan watched the Will Holders with a twinkle in his eyes. Indeed since the day he left the universe, every day seemed to be a new adventure.

"I have been away from the Land for many centuries and I don't know its present state, tell me as much of it as you can."

Mirthal nodded, and he paused for a while in contemplation before he spoke, "Forgive me Sanctified Scion, I'm willing to tell you everything I know about the present state of the Land of Miracle, although we here at the border of the frozen Road do not have the most robust information about the Land, we still gather enough through the vines, but you are yet mortal, and I wonder if you can comprehend some of the information I carry without risking corruption to your essence."