449: Chapter 259 Shawana the Rakshasa Woman, Holy Cow, Grand Assembly 449: Chapter 259 Shawana the Rakshasa Woman, Holy Cow, Grand Assembly Amid the envious gazes of a group, the woman followed Brian into the room with a bit of constraint.
Seeing her standing at the door like a log, Brian spoke sowhat rhetorically, “This is your country’s capital, New Delhi.
I’m not going to eat you.
There’s no need to be so tense.
Go on, speak.”
The woman nodded blankly, then looked towards Brian blankly again, “Speak what?”
Brian: ..
He felt a sense of powerlessness as if he were conversing with a child.
The kind of not-so-smart child who could be easily tricked with just a lollipop.
Why would the Foreign Affairs Departnt of the Saint Organization recruit soone like this?
Before coming here, Brian had done so research.
White Elephant Country, similar to the United States Federation, could be considered a federation too, internally extrely chaotic.
However, the only official organization was the Saint Organization.
Even without considering modern weapons, purely in terms of enhancers, even if it were just NW as a single organization, they would need to show a friendly attitude towards the Saint Organization.
Here, there were many powerful figures who followed a path distinctly different from technological enhancents.
Mutants and enhancers in White Elephant Country coexisted harmoniously.
They only targeted and killed those mutants who lost control.
…
Just as Brian was contemplating how to coax words out of this foolish woman,
Moo~
A cow’s moo tore through the heavens.
The sowhat slow woman, like a darting snake, shot forward over ten ters to the window and knelt down facing the east, muttering under her breath.
Brian couldn’t understand what she was muttering in so obscure White Elephant Country language.
Curious, he approached the window.
Below, on the bustling streets, well-dressed high-caste affluent individuals of White Elephant Country were, disregarding the dirt on the ground, kneeling in rows.
In the distance,
A huge bull, over three ters tall, covered in disgusting tumors with a pair of pointed horns piercing the sky, was slowly erging from the other side of the street.
It was pulling a cart with an open two-wheeled carriage.
The carriage was filled with various orange and white blossoms of unknown origin.
A child, only nine years old, dressed in the attire of a Buddhist disciple, sat cross-legged, eyes closed, muttering; his hands constantly fiddling with a string of black beads that faintly emitted a dark glow…
This bizarre duo swiftly crossed the comrcial street beneath the hotel.
Not until the figure disappeared into a small temple’s grand entrance, did the woman kneeling by the window slowly rise to her feet.
Her deanor had completely changed.
The woman gave Brian a few looks before saying coldly, “I apologize, I am a Rakshasi.
Before the Holy Cow paraded through the streets, I operated purely on subconscious.
Let’s formally et now, you can call Shawana.”
Rakshasi..
Brian was sowhat surprised to hear this term.
He had thought earlier that this woman was one of the high-caste affluent locals, not expecting her to be a Rakshasi.
…
This world’s White Elephant Country was different from Brian’s past life.
In his past life, White Elephant Country had too many beliefs.
Hinduism, Islam, Christianity…
As for Buddhism, it had declined many years ago, with only a very small portion of the population still adherent.
In this life, the entire White Elephant Country had only one religion—Buddhism.
As for the other sects…
During the thirty years of the first Blood Moon, they were exterminated by the newly risen Buddhism, and all their scriptures were burned.
Of course, to assimilate those believers of other sects,
The Buddhism of today’s White Elephant Country had integrated many other sect doctrines, becoming completely unrecognizable.
As for the Rakshasi, they are the Holy Won of Buddhism.
Of course, that’s a more refined way of putting it.
In the records of the NW organization, a Rakshasi is actually a temple prostitute in the Buddhist temples here.
These temple prostitutes are generally sold to the temples by their families when they are very young, due to high-interest loans or other reasons.
They do manual labor during the day and entertain the monks at night.
The attrition rate of this group was very high annually.
At least, the NW organization described their treatnt as ruthless.
For an organization like NW, which harbored many Mutants and radical sects like Black Light Biotechnology, to consider it ruthless…
It speaks volus.
Brian was curious, wouldn’t this group, under the influence of the Blood Moon, have all turned into Mutants?
…
As a gentleman, Brian naturally did not show any curiosity or disdain.
He smiled at Shawana, “It’s a pleasure to et you, Shawana.
By the way, was that cow you ntioned just now the Holy Cow?”
Shawana nodded:
“Yes, the Holy Cow is a Protective Holy Beast cultivated by Buddhism through special ans.
Its voice is strange, capable of calming the minds of Mutants and making ordinary people forget its existence, only rembering a vague figure.
It serves as a bridge of peace between Mutants and Enhancers.
Each day, cowherds take the Holy Cow through the streets.”
Hearing this, Brian’s eyes narrowed slightly: “So are you a Mutant?”
Shawana nodded:
“All Rakshasi are low-caste Mutants because this makes our skin fair and more appealing to the Venerables.
The Saint Organization combines religion and governance.
We have special thods that allow us to be in a holy state during the day, venerating the Buddha in the heavens to cleanse the filthy sins from us, in exchange for a superior life in the next world.
When night falls,
Led by the Holy Cow, our consciousness descends from the heavens to handle the organization’s matters and serve the followers, accumulating good karma for the next life.”
Well…
Brian was taken aback.
It seed his earlier thoughts were not mistaken.
The dreadful ordeal these Rakshasi endured was probably to induce their transformation into Mutants—although Mutants were not easily ford, given a large base, it ceased to be a problem.
Looking at Shawana’s deanor, she indeed seed to have been tad.
Even believed that whatever he did, it was a way of cleansing a sin that never actually existed.
This official organization here is truly wild!
Brian couldn’t help but grow intensely curious about this Saint organization.
Out of the ordinary?
He just loved being different!
Like that Holy Cow earlier.
Brian really wanted to acquire the Strange Sound Wave Talent that could soothe the soul…
…
Brian had originally wanted to strike up more of a conversation.
Sadly, Shawana didn’t give him the chance.
She glanced at the ti on her watch, a look of apology appearing on her cold face, “Mr.
Brian, we still need to attend the Saint’s almsgiving conference, and the venue is quite a distance from here.
We must hurry now, otherwise, the Saint will be angry.”
“What’s that?”
Brian nodded his head, didn’t bother packing up, and stood up to ask, “What is the almsgiving conference?”
Shawana explained as she led the way,
“The almsgiving conference is actually an event where various official organizations send representatives to participate.
This event will last three days, and you can duel each other or make so resource exchanges.
The Saint organization will also offer so special items as alms.
The technology in White Elephant Country is quite weak.
It’s also a ans to maintain the relationship between White Elephant Country and other nations.”
Brian was astonished, “You can say that?”
Shawana’s expression remained unchanged,
“This is a well-known fact.
The Saint believes that the human body is the greatest gift Buddha has bestowed upon his believers.
Developing human potential and getting closer to nature is the correct path, and technology only hinders us from following the right path!”
Following this brainwashed woman, Brian got into her car.
The car headed east to a small airport.
There, Brian t several other unfortunate souls like himself.
So were sent from the European Union, others from different states of the United States.
Together, they boarded a transport helicopter.
The helicopter flew north, covering roughly three hundred to four hundred kiloters in a straight line, and the imposing mountains ca into view.
The air finally started to feel fresh.
It was then that Brian realized they had reached the Himalayas.
Speaking of which, the capital of White Elephant Country was quite close to the Himalayas.
The history of this world had been chaotic since after World War II.
But in Brian’s past life, White Elephant Country once had its army provoke its neighbor, crossed the border, and almost turned it into a capital defense battle..
Thinking of that piece of news from his past life, Brian couldn’t help but smirk.
While Brian was smirking, opposite him, a blond young man, holding sothing similar to a tablet, looked at sothing on it and burst out laughing.
“Hey, buddy, what are you laughing at?”
Another person couldn’t help but ask.
Having left the city full of slls, everyone was in a good mood now.
The young man showed his tablet to everyone and said in Commonwealth English, “This is the local online news I’m watching.
They told people that they are the second nation to bring people to the Moon after the United States.”
Seeing the pictures as proof, everyone was first stunned, then all burst into laughter.
The pictures were just too funny (tiline moved up a bit for codic effect):
Another person pointed at the ‘astronauts’ from White Elephant Country and laughed, “Hey, are their helts modified from motorcycle helts?
They seem pretty good at riding motorcycles.”
The blond young man shrugged, “Probably, otherwise they wouldn’t complain about it being too hot, having trouble breathing, and taking them off for air.”
Brian added, “It might also be because they think if they wear helts, they won’t be able to show their faces on cara.
Isn’t that just a wasted effort?”
The helicopter pilot’s face darkened.
Due to colonial influences, Commonwealth English is also one of the official languages of White Elephant Country, known by many.
He couldn’t help but retort, “This is White Elephant Country, you should learn to respect the people of this land!”
But no one paid him any attention.
If it weren’t for the appealing items in this place, they wouldn’t bother coming to this country that seed to regress over ti.
…
While the pilot stewed in his resentnt.
The seven or eight arrivals were dumped into a camp located within the mountains.
The place was bustling with activity.
From high above, Brian had seen over two thousand people.
And that didn’t count those staying inside tents.
But that was normal.
Like the United States, so many states, so many official organizations, a minimum of fifty or sixty people had co in one go, plus those from the small European Union countries with tiny land areas and other nations.
This made Brian sowhat look forward to the night’s conference.
The area was at a high elevation, covered in snow, cold air everywhere, ordinary people wouldn’t survive the night without protective clothing.
However, inside the camp, not a single oxygen tank could be seen.
Everyone was either dressed in shoulder-baring cool clothes, small suits, or organizational uniforms like the one Brian was wearing.
A bit of harsh cold was a joke to these people.
Following the signs on those big tents, Brian located the tent belonging to the United States.
Just as he was about to head over, familiarize himself with so people, and accumulate so potentially useful networking resources, a loud noise suddenly ca from afar.
Listening to the clear quarrels hundreds of ters away, Brian raised an eyebrow.
Interesting, it was a clash between the Japanese representatives and the people from Hua Country.
What to do next needn’t even be ntioned.
Brian twisted his neck and strode toward the scene.
His anti-Japanese sentint from a past life had awoken!
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