Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 3 The Precious First Time

The wind was still blowing through the mountains and forests, and Vijay's heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

"Rajan," Vijay lowered his head, instinctively placing his foot on Rajan's bowed head. Rajan offered no resistance: "You disobeyed my orders and did something unnecessary!"

"Purifying the altar is the first step in the ritual!" He paused, his tone a mix of admonition and surfacing memories. "And the ritual itself is the right of the Brahmins!"

"Master..." "Master!"

Rajan whispered, his body trembling noticeably, whether from fear or pain, it was unclear.

Bim seemed to understand the seriousness of the problem at this moment. He only dared to call out softly and did not dare to say more. He just lowered his body and murmured as if he was praying for the gods to bless him and for his master to have mercy.

After all, this new master spends less time at home than in the city; I can only hope he is a kind master.

Vijay raised his head and, by the firelight, looked at the stone pillars that were now covered with vines. The ground, overgrown with weeds, still showed the smooth stone marks, and one could vaguely imagine how prosperous this place had once been.

Gently lift your foot. "Clean up the body, check the goods, drive the cattle away, and wipe away the bloodstains. Don't leave any obvious traces!"

The reassignment of their jobs signified forgiveness, and Bim and Rajan were moved to tears of gratitude.

If it were a different master, and the servant committed such a mistake, even if he were executed on the spot, no one would say a word against him.

"May Brahma protect you, sir!" Bim breathed a sigh of relief and kowtowed repeatedly with excitement.

Having inherited the village for over two months, Li Weijie, who had traveled through time for over a month, forgave his servants for the first time in this world.

Even though the system couldn't see the servants' loyalty, Vijay could feel a series of loyalty +1 +1 +1 floating above Bim and Rajan's heads.

Having completed the rescue as expected, Vijay ignored Bim and the Dalits cleaning up the battlefield and went straight to the well located in the center of the altar.

He did not forget that securing a stable water source was the most important thing for his small village right now.

The altar beside the well shows obvious signs of damage from being hacked and chiseled. A huge rock firmly covers the well opening, while the gaps are filled with moss and dead leaves.

To see what's inside the well, wiping away the moss and dead leaves is the obvious thing to do.

But that was indeed against the rules; a mere Shudra was not qualified to wipe the sacred altar.

Vijay himself can't do it either!

But there are other ways.

The boulder looked to weigh perhaps a hundred kilograms, and it would be impossible for an untrained Shudra to push it away!

Vijay looked down at his thick arms, and the bulging muscles told his brain that he could do it!

Bend over, lower your head, and exert force with both hands!

The huge rock shook violently, then was barely managed to be pushed aside by Vijay's effort. The boulder landed with a loud, hollow thud, startling the flock of birds resting in the forest, which fluttered away and took away the last glimmer of light.

"Torch!" Vijay turned and ordered, and the Dalits, holding torches, dared not step into the ruined stone temple.

Rajan took the torch with difficulty, walked closer, and handed it to Vijay.

Vijay, holding a torch, peered down and was met with a strange, pungent stench that made him lean back and nearly tumble over.

The well wasn't very deep, and Vijay could see the bottom. There was indeed some dark liquid there, but it was completely unusable.

Because all sorts of skeletons had piled up in the well, to the point that you could tell at a glance that there was no hope.

"Master! Come and see this!" Just as Vijay was feeling disappointed, Bim's delighted voice came from behind.

"Master! They must be a caravan returning from the foot of Mount Himalaya!" Bim first identified the group.

A small caravan, led by a Vaishya and four Shudras, was preparing to bypass their territory and travel from north to south. It was a typical small group.

In the past, caravans would stop in his village to rest and exchange goods, but now they would rather sleep in a dilapidated temple in the mountains than go to the village.

Where is the problem?

Vijay didn't understand, but he simply nodded, trusting Bim's judgment.

After all, this guy was an old man who had traveled all over the country with his grandfather, so his rich experience goes without saying.

"Their goods contained snow beads! The village is saved!"

Bim carefully presented a small box to Vijay with both hands, as if offering a treasure.

The image of this thing immediately appeared in Vijay's memory.

Like a pale blue pearl, round and shiny, once taken out of the sealed box and placed in a bowl, it can continuously draw moisture from the surroundings, even in the arid desert, condensing into bowls of clean and cool water.

However, the process of collecting snow pearls is very difficult, which leads to high prices. Generally, only Brahmins and Kshatriyas use this to draw water for drinking, or some merchants purchase it to brew high-end wines.

Vijay had naturally seen and used it before. When he was a child, the village was still relatively wealthy, and this thing was a common item in the Mittal family.

However, he subsequently lost the means to purchase snow beads.

Even knowing that the Kshatriyas and Brahmins in the city certainly had stockpiles, but...

Vijay gently opened a corner of the small box and glanced at it. There weren't many; just a few dozen snowflakes the size of a fingernail.

Just one small piece is enough to satisfy the daily consumption needs of 500 people.

But using it to irrigate the land would be wasteful, and using it to give Dalit a drink would be an overstepping of boundaries.

Vijay's common sense told him that after closing the box, he already had an idea.

Looking around, most of the goods had not been taken, and the camels and cattle had been driven far away by Bim, while the remaining carcasses had been piled up.

"Rajan, bring all the bodies over here!"

Where else could you find a better place to deal with these traces than this well?

Those Dalits will certainly follow their orders and clean up the bloodstains and residue without leaving a trace.

Vijay threw the body down with his own hands, then lifted the boulder back to its original position. He looked around and saw that there seemed to be only traces of someone having been there.

The descent was smooth, and they didn't return to the village until the starlight had spread across the land.

"Brahma blesses you, Master! You're back!" Maya pushed open the door, her eyes shining brighter than the stars in the sky.

Vijay pushed her away, refusing her offer to help him remove his weapons and clothes. "Go see your brother first."

Maya was somewhat eager to try, but still a little hesitant.

Looking at Maya, whose eyes were only for him, Vijay finally showed his only smile of the day, and stroked her black hair: "Go!"

He encountered a lot today, and he needs time to calm down and sort out his thoughts.