Chapter 396 Frog at the Bottom of the Well
Garry carried Elbert on his back, stepping over the two-foot-high wooden threshold and into the temple.
Elbert was immediately struck by the atmosphere inside.
The temple was spacious, filled with ancient architecture, gray tiled roofs, and gray brick walls.
It looked like it had been there for at least a century.
The courtyard was filled with the scent of sandalwood and ancient pine trees.
But then, something broke Elbert's reverie.
Just a few feet inside the entrance, there was an advertisement board: "Savior once destroyed a meteorite, saving thousands of civilians, incredibly brave (turn left)."
Then another sign: "He is ethereal and extraordinary, meeting him will cleanse your soul (straight ahead)."
Fifteen feet later, another sign: "Admire for 3 minutes, $20, a great deal (tickets ahead)."
Elbert frowned.
"Garry, this is great!"
Ahead was an open area with numerous sandbags, wooden dummies, and various weapons like sticks and spears.
About ten burly men dressed in earthy yellow robes, resembling monks, greeted Garry one by one.
"Hey, guys!"
"Don't let me interrupt your training!"
Garry greeted them as he slowly made his way to the main building at the back.
After lifting the curtain, Garry placed Elbert on a bamboo recliner to the side.
He bowed slightly towards a gray curtain, "I've brought him!"
"Good."
A deep voice responded from behind the curtain.
Then, the sound of a small motor started.
The curtain slowly opened.
Elbert sighed internally, feeling out of place again—it was an electric curtain.
But Elbert couldn't help but feel a chill.
He couldn't move his body, so he turned his head to look.
Inside was an elderly man in gray robes, sitting cross-legged on a cushion, his face rosy, looking no older than seventy.
But his eyebrows were as white as wool, without a single impurity.
From a distance, the old man exuded an elusive aura of a master, making him hard to read.
The old man slightly opened one eye, glanced casually at Elbert, and then closed it again.
Garry scratched his head slightly, "Master, Elbert is seriously injured, could you take a look?"
The white-browed old man pursed his lips, slowly got up from the cushion, and leisurely walked to Elbert's side.
He looked left and right, pinched here and there.
"Indeed, he's badly hurt."
"If it were an ordinary person, they'd be dead eight times over."
The old man nodded gravely.
Garry stepped forward and bowed, "Master, do you have any remedies?"
The old man frowned and thought for a moment, seemingly struggling internally.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Drink more warm water."
Elbert was speechless.
Garry sighed calmly, accepting it as if he were used to it.
Elbert couldn't help but ask, "Master, isn't that a bit too casual?"
"Don't call me master."
"Call me Savior, that's my title."
The old man strutted around, "I know your body well. If you took medicine, I'd go broke. Just drink more hot water and let your body heal itself. Good luck."
Elbert pursed his lips.
This Savior was quite the character.
"Savior, how did you know I’d be on that mountain?"
Elbert asked the question that had been bugging him.
The old man smiled faintly, turned, and pulled out a large piece of white paper, slowly unfolding it.
It was a hand-drawn sketch.
A round stone in the sky, a black silhouette, and various falling trajectories.
"Time to show off a bit!"
The old man said proudly, "Stone, you, 7 miles high, high-speed collision, using the principles of momentum conservation, kinetic energy, parabolic trajectory, elastic collision... and other aspects to solve."
"Finally, I calculated that you would fall near this area!"
He pointed to a hill on the drawing, marked with a red cross.
If Elbert's arm wasn't shattered, he would have given a thumbs-up.
So, the old man used such "profound" methods?
But Elbert wouldn't let the absurdity distract him.
How did the old man know he had shattered the meteorite?
Garry had said he waited on that hill three days in advance!
And the temple was filled with signs saying '140-year-old Savior'!
After all, over a hundred years ago, Valhalla did have a meteorite fall, also destroyed by human intervention!
Elbert frowned slightly, "How did you know the meteorite was going to hit?"
"Garry, does this kid doubt me?"
The old man looked at Garry in surprise, then leaned closer to Elbert, "Look at you now, you shattered a small stone and turned into mush!"
"I shattered one and danced the next day—oh no, I mean, I discussed philosophy with like-minded young friends."
The old man leaned closer to Elbert's face, "Do you think you're invincible? Defeating a few modified humans and shattering a meteorite makes you feel powerful?"
Elbert pursed his lips, "I don't."
"What do you mean you don't?"
"You do!"
"If you deny it, how can I continue?"
The old man puffed out his chest, "Modified humans aren't real enemies. No matter how much they take drugs, they're just ordinary people!"
"Do you know this planet has countless secrets?"
"People today have narrow vision!"
"For billions of years, countless catastrophes have occurred here, and many powerful species have survived!"
"Modern humans can't understand their existence!"
"Have you heard of the Mayan civilization?"
"Atlantis?"
"Golden Kingdom, inner earth species?"
"And underwater civilizations! This planet is 70% covered by water, and humans have explored only 4.35 miles deep, while the known depth is 6.93 miles!"
"Have you considered that high-level life might exist deep underwater?"
"How strong would they be? Born under 819.15 tons per square foot pressure!"
"If they came to the surface, wouldn't they crush you?"
"Humans always think they're the best, know everything!"
"But they're just frogs in a well!"
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