blueteamnovel Chapter 60 A Familiar Feeling
Chapter 60 A Familiar Feeling
As the first rays of morning sunlight slanted through the narrow skylight into the dark and cramped cell, the heavy iron door finally creaked open with a dull, grating sound.
Light rushed in instantly, illuminating the messy, dirty straw on the ground and waking all the sleeping prisoners.
For a moment, the cell was filled with yawns, low groans, and restless shifting sounds.
Vijay slowly raised his head, his expression calm and unreadable.
He had already secretly erased the marks left by his ancestors on the ground before dawn, and carefully covered them with messy withered grass.
The other prisoners vaguely saw his movements, but these dazed and confused inmates had no idea what he meant by them, let alone take this insignificant little action to heart.
"By Brahma! Mithar Vijay, you may leave." The guard stood expressionless at the door and called out in a cold voice.
Vijay nodded and slowly stood up.
He hadn't slept all night, but he showed no signs of fatigue or panic.
The two Shudra servants who had sworn allegiance to him the night before immediately followed, silently trailing behind the guards as they walked out of the prison.
After passing through a series of cold iron gates and walking through a long, dark corridor, we finally arrived at the prison's front hall.
As soon as I stepped out of the dark and gloomy dungeon, the warm and bright sunlight hit me, and the stench in the air was finally gone, replaced by the faint aroma of spices and smoke from the city of Suliepuri.
Vijay spotted Vilandra and Mu waiting there at a glance.
They came to pick him up in person.
Vijay felt a surge of genuine gratitude. If it weren't for the two of them working hard to smooth things over, he didn't know how long he would have been locked up in that suffocating cell.
They might even choose to break out of prison because they can't bear it any longer, and do something crazy that they will regret.
Vijay gave the two of them a genuine smile.
Kovirandra and Vanu did not immediately step forward; instead, they both glanced to the side in a suggestive manner.
Vijay followed their gaze and noticed a very high-class sedan chair carried by four men parked in the shadows not far away.
The sedan chair was ornately decorated, with the fabric embroidered with gold patterns. Seated on it was a Kshatriya nobleman dressed in fine clothes and adorned with jewels.
Its grandeur and pomp far surpassed that of yesterday's arrogant and domineering Kshatriya.
Vijay's heart tightened at first, thinking that the Kshatriya from yesterday was unwilling to accept defeat and was waiting here for revenge.
But when he looked closely and saw the other person's face clearly in the bright sunlight, he was suddenly stunned.
A strange, faint sense of familiarity quietly rose from the bottom of my heart.
Where have I seen this person before?
At this moment, Vilandra walked over quickly, first respectfully bowing with his hands clasped together to the Kshatriya in the sedan chair, then lowering his voice and quickly introducing him to Vijay: "Master, this is Lord Surie Satia of Suriepri City. It was thanks to him that you were able to come out safely so quickly."
Vijay immediately suppressed the inexplicable familiarity and palpitations in his heart, composed himself, stepped forward, and said with a respectful and proper posture: "Shiva, thank you for your generous help. Vijay is deeply grateful and will repay you with a generous gift."
The Kshatriya on the palanquin simply waved his hand, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Come closer and raise your head."
Vijay had some doubts, but he still stepped forward as instructed, slowly walked to the front of the sedan chair, calmly raised his head, and looked directly at the other person.
Only at this moment did he truly see the nobleman's face clearly.
The familiarity grew stronger with each eyebrow, contour, and expression, as if a similar face had appeared in some distant fragment of memory.
Kshatriya gazed at him, nodded slightly, and suddenly asked, "You are from Harappa City, and your name is Mittal Vijay?"
"Yes, sir," Vijay replied calmly.
The other person repeated the name "Mittal Vijay" as if confirming something, or as if verifying a long-standing doubt in their heart.
He didn't say anything more, but nodded again, then looked at Mu to the side and gave a slight nod to show respect.
After making this gesture, he casually instructed his attendants, "Raise the sedan chair."
The group arrived silently, asked seemingly inexplicable questions, and left just as swiftly and decisively.
Vijay stood there, completely bewildered, utterly unable to fathom the Kshatriya's intentions.
Vilandra and Vanumu clearly didn't know much about this high-ranking nobleman and couldn't offer him further explanation.
Without another word, the group quickly returned to the royal hotel.
As soon as they returned to the safe courtyard, Vilandra immediately spoke solemnly: "Master, it is not advisable to stay in this city for long. All the caravan members, vehicles, and goods are ready and waiting for your order. We can set off immediately and leave this place of trouble as soon as possible."
Mu still didn't say much, but from his slightly tightened eyes and calm expression, Vijay could clearly see that he also completely agreed to leave immediately.
Normally, Vijay would probably have agreed immediately.
But at this moment, he slowly raised his hand and, for the first time with an unwavering attitude, rejected Vilandra's proposal.
"No, we can't leave yet."
Vijay's expression was unusually grave. His gaze swept over everyone, and he spoke clearly, word by word: "Before we leave, we must hurry and procure a special type of cargo. This matter is directly related to the success or failure of our entire journey!"
Vilandra did not object, but simply listened attentively, knowing that every word Vijay uttered at that moment might be the information his master most desired!
Vilandra immediately pressed, "What goods do you need to purchase?"
"Spring Rain Grass," Vijay said in a deep voice.
Vilandra was stunned.
He repeated the name to himself several times, racking his brains, but found that he had never heard of it before, let alone knew if it was a medicinal herb, a spice, or some kind of plant.
He turned his gaze in confusion to the knowledgeable man beside him, but the man simply shook his head slightly, his pupils calm, clearly having never heard of such a thing before.
Seeing that he couldn't get any information from the two senior figures, Vijay turned to his most trusted old servant, Bim: "Bim, do you know about Spring Rain Grass?"
Bim lowered his head in fear and answered sincerely, "Brahma above, master, this old servant has traveled through cities and wildernesses, but has never heard of this grass, let alone know what it looks like or what it is used for."
Even the most learned among them knew nothing, but Vijay remained unmoved.
His eyes were resolute, and he ordered decisively, "If you don't know, then search the entire city!"
He surveyed the crowd, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Immediately arrange for everyone in the caravan who can go out to scatter to every market, every shop, and every herb stall in the city to inquire. We must find traces of Spring Rain Grass!"
In fact, even Vijay himself wasn't entirely confident.
His entire understanding of spring rain grass came solely from the faint inscriptions found in his ancestors' prison.
He knew nothing about its appearance, origin, value, habits, or its use on trade routes.
Finding an unknown herb in this vast city based solely on a vague or ambiguous name is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
Bim didn't dare delay and immediately accepted the order to make arrangements.
In an instant, all the caravan members of the inn set out, spreading out like a net to every corner of Suleypri.
Vijay, with the meticulous care of his maids, took a good bath and changed his clothes, putting on clean and comfortable robes, before lying down on the soft bed.
He quickly fell asleep.