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"Who is that? And why can't anyone communicate with him?" a man in clothing slightly better than that of the oneness who arrested Tenur yelled as he entered the detention center nearest the pyramid.

All of a sudden someone had broken into the necropolis and come so close to the resting place of the newly buried Pharaoh out of nowhere.

This was simply unacceptable!

How could the local forces accept such an absurd security breach if they were to find anything related to this?

However, not only did the guards not know how this stranger had managed to get to that place, but they also could not extract any kind of information even after torturing him for so long!

"Chief Ja, there is nothing we can do," one of the guards said in defense of his group. "That man is a foreigner and doesn't speak our language."

"Yes!"

The others from the group agreed.

"Chief, when we found him, that man was dressed in strange clothes. He's not from Noskain!"

Noskain was the name of the country where Tenur had arrived on this little blue planet, a place with a hot desert climate but also a relatively advanced population for the world's technological level.

As such, this place was better than the average regions that one would find in this world!

However, the guards there soon identified Tenur as a foreigner due to his clothing since they gave away that he came from a comparatively cold climate.

Nor did he speak the local language, however, there were a few locals who knew more than one language and would try to use their knowledge to get out of trouble.

But every precaution was welcome...

The chief then approached a low-quality cell where Tenur was lying inside.

Ja saw the unconscious Tenure with his whole body riddled with wounds from the interrogation he had endured, but this also showed the weakness of his actual body.

  Given his level in his home world, at first, Tenur underestimated the strength of his opponents. But after his arrival in this place, he quickly realized that he was no more than a mortal, at least physically.

Psychologically though, he was an elder with thousands of years. Only physically, he looked like a young man who had just walked from his adolescence.

And because of this, he had to suffer at the hands of the guards who interrogated him and thus now lay unconscious after not being able to stand the pain.

"Wake him up," Chief Ja ordered his men.

No one tried to stop him, and soon someone threw cold water on Tenur's face.

"Ouch!"

Immediately after that, Tenur's body spasmed.

He shook his head from side to side and looked around with some fright.

After expressing a cry of astonishment, he used his powerful will to ignore the pain in his body and pay attention to these barbarians who had captured him.

"Damned savages!

"How dare you to harm the body of a God!" He yelled in his language, but no one present there could understand him.

"What is he talking about? He speaks like an animal."

"Haha, foreign languages are really fun to listen to..."

"I bet he's cursing us."

The guards commented in hushed tones as Chief Ja stepped in front of Tenur, who was glaring at him from the other side of the cell door.

"How are we going to communicate with him? Should we call a linguist?" Asked the closest guard to Ja.

In this somewhat primitive world compared to the one Tenur came from, there were linguists.

There had been other groups of people like the current Tenur in the cell who were foreigners and had different languages. And because of the occasional encounters that these people would have, some individuals pursued the study of new languages.

Learning languages for communication was necessary for conducting business with other parts of the world and so many people in every city of this country were studying different languages.

"Yes, bring in a linguist from Amri," Ja agreed before turning to the cell again, "Meanwhile, I want to talk to this person. I'm smarter than these idiots, so maybe he will reveal something to us..."

Some men opened Tenur's cell trying to restrain him but were having difficulty since he didn't take it quietly.

But Tenur could do nothing against so many opponents and was soon brought in front of Ja in a room with no windows, only an entrance door and a table with two stools.

"My name is Ja." Said that man with bronze-colored skin, short curly hair, an unshaven beard, strong and tall body, while using his hands to indicate to himself, emphasizing on the word Ja.

"And you?" Ja then pointed in Tenur's direction, asking.

Tenur was not dumb and already had experienced language problems in Rinia.

"Tenur Orfeo."

"Tenur Orfeo?"

"Tenur Orfeo? What a strange name."

"Well, all foreign names are strange..."

The ones outside discussed as soon as Tenur told his name.

"Shut up! Can't you see the boss is trying to interrogate the criminal?" someone shouted, silencing the voices of those disorganized men.

Ja then continued to mime and talk, questioning Tenur about what had occurred. "Where do you come from?"

"Why are you here?"

"And are there others with you?"

...

"Do you belong to Uchal?"

After more than an hour of questioning and great difficulty, Tenur answered some things but could do nothing about most of the questions.

However, while he was being questioned, Tenure slowly began to understand the language of these people.

With his knowledge and intelligence, it had only taken a few minutes of conversation for him to learn enough to avoid getting lost.

When he heard that person's last question, although he didn't understand it, Tenur could more or less guess that Ja was questioning him about an enemy place.

'What the hell…

Where am I? These people don't look like anything from Rinia or the other worlds I've heard of…

Besides, I don't feel the power of my soul or the free energy between heaven and earth,' Tenur silently pondered while pretending to not understand what that man was saying.

He decided not to say that he came from another world or talk about how he reached the previous necropolis.

Some information was better when kept to oneself!

But he had been quite sincere in the few moments where he had been able to answer that person, although always with great difficulty.

In some parts, he wasn't faking it since, even with his high level of comprehension, mastering a completely new language took time, even for someone of his background.

But he had also faked some mistakes, even as some guards corrected him several times, completing his sentences.

'Sigh...mastering a new language really takes time.

I am in a place called Noskain, and these men are from the local forces.

I supposedly raided the resting grounds of their dead local leaders, and this society seems rather rudimentary,' Tenur looked at the guards' clothing and thought of the precarious cell he was in early.

'I don't think it's possible for me to return to Rinia.' Tenur clenched his fists.

He didn't even know how he had reached this place. Nor did he have the help of spiritual energy and neither could he use his soul. But, at the same time, without technologically evolved means for him to observe the skies at least, there were no other alternatives for him.

'Damn it! I have to find a way to live in this place!' He looked at Ja and made an expression of incomprehension but also desolation.

After that, Tenur spent the next few hours in the same place, eventually meeting a local linguist who was going to try to communicate better with him.

Tenur saw this opportunity to refine his language skills and also learn the basics of living in order to live in this society without too much trouble.

However, this only caused him to be imprisoned for several days in this area near the previous necropolis since he was not able to demonstrate his ability to learn a new language to strangers.

After almost a month in this world and barely seeing the outside of his cell, Tenur was finally released because he was considered an ignorant foreigner, tricked by local bandits.

...

In Amri.

After leaving the vicinity of the necropolis, Tenur walked for two whole days until he arrived at Amri, the city closest to the final resting place of the Noskain leaders.

This was a place with a population of about 30,000 inhabitants and was a typical reflection of the society of this state.

More than half of the population were slaves and at the same time, the majority of the rest were people dependent on some sort of servitude system. Above the servants were the freemen, who usually made up the class that was neither rich nor poor, still they represented an even smaller portion than the nobles.

That was the very foundation of this society, a structure that was easy to see in the experience of passing through Amri, something Tenur quickly realized.

But amid his two days without food or water, he couldn't care less about this!

Tenur immediately focused his attention on trying to find some way to get food and water!

'This current body of mine is fragile!

If I don't eat or get a night's sleep soon, I'll fall ill.' He thought as he walked ahead with a plan to get some kind of job.