I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 369

The Qajar dynasty of Persia, three thousand miles from Great Britain.

Shiraz, the city of roses and nightingales and the capital of poets.

Cyrus, the conqueror of the Mede and Babylonian kingdoms, the Cyrus king in the Old Testament, and the self-proclaimed King of the World and the Great King, used this ancient city as his home 2,300 years ago. The capital was established and the Achaemenid dynasty of Persia was founded.

“I hail you, O Shiraz, for you are a shining pearl;”

"May God bless you and may your glory last forever!"

“Come to Shiraz! There are springs brought by angels;

“Ask for it from its wonderful people—ask for the sweetness of life.”

"The morning breeze blows the fresh breath around me every day. The musk from Hotan and the spices from China cannot compare with such an intoxicating fragrance."

Just like in the poems of Shams Hafez, the poet of poets, who was born in the 14th century, the beautiful Shiraz is like an oasis located in the desert. A patch of green appears on the golden map, and it seems to be a bright pearl hidden in the pile of yellow sand.

However, the ancient and long historical heritage did not enable the Qajar Dynasty to continue to stand on top of the world.

The descendants of future generations have not been able to inherit the glory of their ancestors. They have even abandoned the faith and persistence of their ancestors. They no longer believe in light and fire and instead follow the messenger of Allah.

As the classic political satirical cartoon "Save Me From My Friends" from 1878 puts it, even the ruler of Central Asia, Afghanistan, has to tremble between the bear and the red lion and ask for help. It has been reduced to this day. How could the Persian Qajar dynasty be spared?

Today, this ancient country is just like the ancient country 2,800 miles to the east. It is stubborn in feudalism and religion and has missed the rapid development of the times. It can only follow the whirring train and desperately use both hands. His legs were running... Every time he took a step, hungry bears and lions would pounce on him and tear off his flesh and blood, making it impossible for him to keep up with the times.

Since its defeat in the war with Great Britain in 1857, the Persian Qajar Dynasty has begun to lose its national independence and autonomy. The Kingdom of Great Britain has achieved control over the Persian Qajar Dynasty through the three major weapons of "communications, banking and oil". Control - the country is no longer a country.

Therefore, in this ancient country that has lost its sovereignty, the native residents have been reduced to the second level, and the highest status is the plunderers from Great Britain.

On an ordinary yet extraordinary night, two more greedy plunderers took an undisclosed secret train and arrived at the beautiful and poor city of Shiraz along the railway built during the war.

A courteous gentleman in a tuxedo was waiting quietly on the platform with the lights out. Even though he was the only one present here and now, his posture remained dignified and gentle.

Until the train, as dark as a giant mamba snake, entered the platform on time, and the turbid white smoke filled the entire platform. The stationary gentleman seemed to wake up, and the smoke that had been reduced to mechanical memory A gentle smile greets guests who have just finished a long journey.

"Mr. Cavell, Ms. Sholto, welcome you to Shiraz, the city of roses, poems and nightingales." The gentleman put his right palm in white gloves on his chest and bowed slightly at 45 degrees. :

"I am Herb Butler, the two stewards for this trip. I will be responsible for their next itinerary. If there is anything you need to change or help with, you can contact me at any time.

"Please allow me to carry your luggage first."

The gentleman in the tuxedo smiled lightly and came forward, wanting to help take the heavy suitcase from the male guest's hand. However, the young gentleman who looked like he had just grown up shook his head gently and rejected his kindness. The gentleman was not embarrassed when his kindness was rejected. He had received many similar visitors and knew that most of the guests who used our company's transportation services had hidden secrets and were mostly cautious and sensitive.

Another lady with a pretty face covered her mouth and laughed softly. Her laughter was brisk and clear, like a sweet trickle flowing through her heart.

"Hehe, do all the butlers in your company have the name Herb Butler? The butler on the cruise ship has the same name, the butler on the train has the same name, how come you also have the same name?"

Faced with the woman's joke, Herb Butler should have responded with a humorous and logical reply, but at this moment, he had no extra thought to pick up the words from the training.

Ms. Sholto's laughter flowing into his heart like a clear spring is not just a metaphor, but his real feeling!

The invisible force penetrated into Herb Butler's heart with love and laughter, seemed to be slowly infiltrating his consciousness, and seemed to be quietly rewriting his cognition, making him kneel down in front of Ms. Sholto with all his heart. Under the pomegranate skirt, she took out all the secrets in her heart, just to be able to kiss the lady's toes.

He struggled hard, his gentle and gentle expression was gone, and ferocious veins protruded from his forehead, and his chewing muscles bulged as if he was clenching his teeth and struggling to hold on.

Herb Butler showed a wry smile, took three steps back and bowed deeply.

"Beautiful Ms. Sholto, please stop teasing me. I'm just a little housekeeper in the company. You can't find out any secrets of the company from me... If you have any need for knowledge in this regard, I can apply for you in the routine report tomorrow morning, and I'm sure the company will meet any of your needs." Heber warned very tactfully.

He has received many of these guests from the hidden world, and this is not the first time he has encountered this kind of weird and unpredictable mental influence. Thanks to the warning spells distributed within the company, he has been able to survive in most cases. They can persist in resisting that elusive spiritual power.

But maybe it was just because these visitors were merciful and he was concerned about the reputation of the Herbert Company behind him that he didn't go all out to do it. However, there were occasional exceptions to this situation, such as his predecessor who died tragically in this exception.

"Then, please allow me to lead you two to your accommodation. The carriage has been waiting outside the station for a long time."

Ms. Sholto smiled, but shook her head slightly and refused: "Mr. Hebe, you'd better take us directly to the ruins of Persepolis. Rather than rest, we hope to be able to Watch the sunrise bloom over the ruins of an ancient empire."

"Are they here again for the tombs of the ancient Persian kings?" Butler Hebe thought in his heart. This is not the first batch of visitors he has received with such a purpose. There are too many invisible art scholars in the hidden world. , all thought they could detect the fog of history and glimpse the charming scenery under the skirt of the goddess of history, but in fact, no one has been able to succeed for so many years.

But naturally he would not show this suspicion on his face. He just nodded slightly and said: "I understand. I will change the itinerary and send you two to Persepolis first."

"But there is one thing I need to remind you two. The ancient Persian Empire still has families that guard the tombs of the kings around Persepolis. They have been hiding in secret to guard the tombs of the real Shadowless Empire... Please pay attention to it. , don’t start a dispute with them easily, these backward and ignorant pagans will not obey the orders of the Qajar Dynasty.”

At this time, the young man who had been silent slowly raised his head and said:

"In this case, we might as well attack the tomb-keeper family directly and ask for the location of the Wuying Empire's tomb."

　I originally wanted to check the information to see if [located in the Rending Mountains] symbolizes a certain real place, but the English on the card is just lntheRendingMountains. Moreover, it is known that the Rishan Mountains cover ancient Persia and Ottoman Türkiye, as well as snow-capped mountains.

　　The geography is not easy to check. There seems to be no completely matching mountain range. However, in fact, from the name of the Tear Mountains, the author is more inclined to the Ural Mountains that divides Asia and Europe, but it is inconsistent with the known characteristics above.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)