The guard scrambled to his feet and ran off. Before long, he returned with a man dressed in gaudy attire.
“Your Majesty, this is General Gewu'enqusi, the envoy from the Sasanian Empire!”
After introducing him to Motorola, he switched from his stiff American English to fluent Roman Common, addressing Gewu'enqusi.
“General, this is His Great Majesty the Tsar!”
“According to our customs, you should kneel and kiss His Majesty’s toes.”
The three maids on the ground weakly got up and moved aside.
Where they had been lying, six circular indentations remained, with traces of water between each pair of indentations.
Gewu'enqusi looked at the backs of the three maids, his entire body feeling sore.
Upon hearing the guard’s words, his previously fawning expression froze.
He looked at Motorola’s wet toes and couldn't muster the courage to kneel and kiss them.
“Fuck! Can’t you understand me?!”
The guard was displeased by his hesitation and immediately pulled out a small whip, cracking it.
*Crack!*
The whip struck Gewu’enqusi’s backside, instantly restoring his courage to kneel and kiss the toes.
He endured the pain without daring to cry out, promptly kneeling before Motorola, bowing his head, and kissing the sweat-soaked toes covered in thick hair.
“Mmm~~ So fragrant!”
He had never smelled anything so fragrant!
For Westerners who considered bathing a dangerous activity, catching such a fresh osmanthus scent was practically a miracle!
After just two sniffs, Gewu'enqusi could no longer bear to lift his head. He cupped Motorola’s large foot in his hands and began to lick it furiously.
“Fuck! Your teeth bumped my ingrown toenail!”
The great Tsar was disgusted by his perverted behavior, and the sharp pain from his big toe being bumped caused him to kick the man on the ground aside.
“Oh~ Your Great Majesty the Tsar, please forgive my rudeness.”
“I am willing to offer a gold coin for your forgiveness!”
As he spoke, Gewu'enqusi actually pulled a gold coin from his embrace. This was a unique Sasanian gold coin, engraved with a winged human figure.
Looking back, it bore a striking resemblance to the logo of the New Flying refrigerator.
After hearing the guard’s translation, Motorola glanced at the gold coin in his hand and then at the tens of tons of golden coffin in his own warehouse, feeling immensely insulted.
“Guards, throw this pauper into the Euphrates River to feed the turtles!”
“As you command, Your Majesty!”
Two guards approached, unceremoniously dragging him up, and then headed towards the riverbank.
“No~~ Spare me~~ Your Majesty the Tsar, I can help you find what you’re looking for, don’t throw me away~~”
Gewu'enqusi was terrified and immediately cried out for mercy.
“What did this pauper say?”
Motorola looked at the guard with confusion.
The guard quickly translated.
(The following process is omitted, as I fear you will call me a bore.)
“How did you know I was looking for something?”
After hearing the translation, Motorola asked him, bewildered.
Gewu'enqusi quickly explained their prior analysis, and Motorola scratched the back of his head.
“Is what I’m trying to do so obvious?”
“Very well, I ask you, what are some historically significant and unique items in Babylon?”
“Your Great Majesty the Tsar, please allow me to think, there are simply too many.”
After freeing himself from the guard’s grasp, Gewu'enqusi sat on the ground and pondered seriously, what could fit such a description?
After a while, he looked up at Motorola and said,
“Temples? Towers to heaven? The Hanging Gardens? The Code of Hammurabi?”
“The Sumerian Scepter, seals, these are all ancient artifacts. I wonder if any of them contain what Your Majesty seeks?”
Motorola was stunned. He also didn't know what the required quest item was, so he quickly communicated with the system in his mind.
“Fuck system, come out!”
*Hiss~~~*
A surge of powerful electricity swept through his entire body, his yellow hair standing on end, and a puff of white smoke escaped from his mouth and nose.
“Idiot, try fucking me over again and see what happens?”
Electric shock deducted one hundred thousand points, current score is zero, deduction failed~~
System: ……kAnshu伍.ξà
“Damn it, I forgot you don’t have points. Fine, I’ll put it on my tab, and we’ll settle this later, you brat!”
The great Tsar, who was on the verge of becoming a perfectly roasted rack of ribs, quickly begged for mercy.
“System Grandpa, I was wrong, Your Majesty. Please tell me, what is the quest item here called?”
System: “Idiot, can’t you read the quest description?”
Motorola: “I can understand, but I can’t read it~~~”
System: “Same year, same nine, you are so useless?”
Motorola: “Motorola~~?”
System: “I want to electrocute you, you trash! Code of Hammurabi, gone, off to sleep. Oh, and don’t forget to restock the warehouse with black silk.”
As soon as Motorola heard "Code of Hammurabi," his eyes lit up. As for the latter half of the system’s statement, he completely ignored it.
That name had appeared in Gewu'enqusi’s earlier words!
To use a saying from the mysterious East, it was like searching high and low for something only to find it easily at home.
The pain in his backside seemed to have vanished. He looked at Gewu'enqusi with excitement.
“Hahahaha!~ My dear General Gewu'enqusi, I only want the Code of Hammurabi!”
“Have this item delivered, and I will spare your Sasanian Empire, how about it?”
Gewu'enqusi immediately replied with a grimace.
“Your Great Majesty the Tsar, I’m afraid you’ll have to go and retrieve it yourself.”
“The ancient Babylonian king promulgated the Code of Hammurabi, engraved on black basalt, dating back over two thousand three hundred years.”
“That thing is too heavy, weighing a full four thousand pounds. It can’t cross the river!”
Motorola stared at the wide river surface, lost in thought.
The river was too broad, estimated to be at least one to two kilometers wide. With current technology, building a bridge across it was impossible.
This fellow had arrived for negotiations by small boat. Transporting a basalt pillar weighing four thousand pounds on such a boat seemed quite challenging.
He opened his system warehouse and rummaged through his possessions, searching for something useful.
In the years since transmigrating, he had completed many quests, accumulating a large, disorganized collection of items in his warehouse, some of which he had never used.
For example, the five-axis machining center…
And the lithography machine…
Hmm?
These items look quite substantial. Should I throw them into the river to use as stepping stones?