Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 15 Bargaining

"Master!" Bim cried, tears streaming down his face. He helped Vijay, who could barely walk, and carried him to the now empty oxcart.

"Bim, don't worry!" Vijay wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the tearing and healing of his muscles.

"Now I'll find a nice royal hotel so I can get a good night's sleep."

The heavy breathing under immense pressure allowed him to immediately feel his own improvement once the pressure subsided.

"Follow your heart, and you will successfully please yourself."

'Add 1 talent point, 1 talent points remaining.'

Is this considered pleasing oneself? Dancing on the edge of a knife?

After chuckling, Vijay lay on the oxcart, simply wiping the sweat from his body with a silk scarf, and focused his attention on the control panel.

After "Physical (2/2)", the second row of the talent tree appeared as expected.

『呼吸法（1/5）、锻体术（0/5）、五感强化（0/5）』

Even though I had no points to allocate, I automatically leveled up under Roshman's pressure...

Is it really possible to increase talent points naturally by challenging bosses and breaking through on your own?

This news is absolutely fantastic!

Breathing Technique: Harmonizes prana energy, stabilizes the mind, and builds strength to defend against enemies.

Body Tempering Technique: Advanced training in Kalariat, tempering muscles and bones, strengthening the body.

'Five Senses Enhancement: Prana is refined, granting extraordinary senses and the ability to perceive the subtle rhythms of all things.'

These are all powerful and practical skills!

Looking at the remaining 1 talent point, Vijay was getting restless.

The oxcart swayed and slowly came to a stop in front of the best royal inn in the city.

This royal trading building, standing next to the city lord's mansion, is constructed of pure white marble and red sandstone. Its triple archway is inlaid with gilded flowers and Sanskrit inscriptions, and two stone elephants stand guard at the entrance.

The waiter stood outside, looking at the creaking oxcart with disdain.

In their minds, the owner of such a simple oxcart could not possibly be a customer of this luxury inn.

"Master..." Bim knew this all too well, and he had never set foot in such a luxurious place before. At this moment, even his voice became a little weaker.

Vijay sat up, revealing the woolly sacred thread on his left shoulder that represented his Vaishya identity, and then raised his hand to throw out a few gold coins that represented his strength.

Immediately, the innkeeper dared not be disrespectful and hurriedly ushered the two into the inn.

Vijay looked up and saw a fountain courtyard in the center, surrounded by a double-layered arcade with columns carved with Shiva and epic tales of merchants.

The three-story courtyard was bustling with people, as servants fetched water and burned incense to welcome their master as he began his new day.

Vijay didn't waste any words and asked for a VIP suite. When he opened the door, he saw an ivory couch, silk curtains, a copper bathtub, and walls covered with miniature paintings. The level of luxury he saw was in no way inferior to his old house in Mittal.

Just as Vijay was looking around, old Bim left the room at some point and then pushed the door open and came back in.

Vijay turned his head and saw a woman standing next to old Bim, dressed in a red and black sari, revealing her waist and navel, with a head full of pearl flowers, jingling anklets, heavy makeup, and gold jewelry, looking both beautiful and noble.

Vijay frowned, about to ask a question, when Bim leaned closer and whispered, "Brahma, master, there's a disqualified Vaishya woman here! She can serve you during your bath!"

Upon hearing this, Vijay looked down at Bim, whose face was full of humble sincerity.

Why not?

Vijay nodded. "Go and rest first; there are important matters that require your attention later!"

Seeing that his flattery had won his master's approval, Bim immediately withdrew, closed the door, and went to the room where the servants lived.

Vijay scrutinized the woman before him. He couldn't see her expression through the black and red veil, but he could vaguely make out that her large eyes had lost all color.

This is a woman with a story, but her story is irrelevant to me! Vijay walked to the bidet bathtub and spread out his hands.

The waiter followed closely behind, tested the water temperature in the bathtub, and then skillfully removed each other's clothes, freeing them from the constraints of propriety.

Enveloped in hot water, she allowed her delicate hands to do as she pleased, and as her body gradually relaxed, her tense nerves slowly unwinded.

This time, he truly narrowly escaped death! If he had honestly confessed that he hadn't yet grasped the secrets of the trade route, Roshman certainly wouldn't have let him leave, and he certainly wouldn't have agreed to so many conditions for this Vaishya…

In the rising steam, Vijay's mind drifted back to the morning's memories, returning to the military tent burning with a raw, murderous aura.

"Mittal Vijay, you've never been to the East, and the last time your family reached the East was ten years ago. Can you now ensure you'll make enough profit from the trade routes to the East?"

Not all Kshatriyas are just people who lie on their caste and bloodline to suck blood.

Even this seemingly imposing military general could use his wisdom and intuition to see through the loopholes he had left in order to make things easier to manipulate.

"Indra above, Your Majesty, I have no intention of deceiving you," Vijay raised his head, slightly overstepping his bounds as he tried to look Kshatriya directly in the eyes: "On my first journey to the East, I will not bring too much wealth, simply because I have not traveled the trade routes for more than ten years, and I need to reopen the connections."

That look, those words, brought a smile to Roshman's face. His scars bulged, and his gaping maw made his smile look sinister: "You're quite frank!"

"I agree!"

Roshman waved his hand dismissively, "I will arrange a squad of guards to accompany you to the East; you cannot refuse!"

He kept a close watch on himself to avoid any underhanded tactics, preventing himself from deceiving those in power, while simultaneously coveting the trade routes at close range.

That's perfectly normal! It just shows how much he desires to hold onto this wealth.

Sensing his increased value, Vijay straightened up, his expression resolute: "Noble Kshatriya, great demigod warrior! Vaishya has two small requests!"

"Demands?" As if he had heard something interesting, Roshman surprisingly did not get angry. Instead, he looked at Vijay with interest, wanting to see what other opinions this audacious Vaishya might have.

"Your Majesty," Vijay said, seizing the opportunity, "Mital Village is not only the longing of the Mital family for generations, but also related to the journey to the East."

"I hope your power will protect this village and prevent me from losing my shoe sole."

With the connection to Eastern merchants, Vijay believed Roshman wouldn't refuse! After all, the empty village held no appeal for him, while a successful trip to the East would add a substantial foundation to his treasure trove.

"Vaishya!" Roshman said calmly and arrogantly, clearly disdainful of Vijay's petty request. "Your request is granted!"

Seizing the opportunity, Vijaya continued, "Your Majesty, there is one more thing that Vaishya must tell you!"

"Hmm?" No matter how tolerant he was, the repeated overreaching had exceeded Kshatriya's tolerance limit. He immediately straightened his face, and that imposing pressure swept over him once again.

"The Vaishyas are cursed by the Brahmins, and this curse prevents me from setting sail smoothly..."

Vijay bowed his head deeply again, but this time, he didn't receive an immediate answer.

He was also silently speculating about how Kshatriya would react!

"I understand..." The silent, hoarse whisper became the last words Vijay spoke to Roshman.

Before Vijay could react, a huge blast of air suddenly rose up, sweeping him up and tumbling him out of the tent.

When he stood up, his skin torn and his head spinning, the guards at the gate threw him out of the camp without any courtesy.