As Master Shemir pointed at the mirror surface, it was like a stone cast into a calm lake, rippling layers spreading out.
"Lord Governor, do you know the Cow God Apis?"
"Of course I do." "The cow deity who presides over abundance and production."
Even as a heretic, Adil was well-versed in many Egyptian myths, for even to this day, many rural areas in Egypt still select sacred cows for worship, praying for a bountiful harvest.
"In the Library of Alexandria, I found a ritual instrument for worshipping the Cow God, within which I found the remnants of the sleeping soul of the Cow God."
Adil couldn't help but feel a bit regretful in his heart; how had he failed to pay attention to this treasure of a place before?
If they could cultivate a batch of direct lineage spellcasters from an early age like they did with the Mamluks, they wouldn't have had to seek these arrogant outsiders like Master Shemir, and the benefits could fall to their own people.
