Abdul glared at his grandson, his face darkened as he reminded,
"Daring to speak ill of the deities, do you have a death wish?"
"I'm just speaking the truth. If the Persian deities truly had mercy on us, the slaves of this Empire, they would have descended long ago and turned the scum at the city gate into ashes."
The young man replied calmly, his expression as steady as ever.
As an empire founded on slavery, Persia naturally couldn't treat all ethnic groups within its borders equally.
Some could become masters, while others were only fit to be beasts.
Unfortunately, his ethnic group was at the bottom of the Persian Empire, fit only to be exploited.
Therefore, he lacked reverence for the so-called Persian deities.
Of course, he didn't have much faith in the natural deities of his own people either.
Because, they never had pity on the people of the world.
"What are you murmuring about? Hurry up and come over for inspection!"
