"Right, what about my previous proposal?”Abel smiled helplessly.
"Do you want to prohibit the marriage of relatives?”
Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows slightly and waved his hand to signal for the beauty to leave. He looked at Abel, and the corners of his mouth curled up in delight.
"Can I know why?"
"Marriage within the five families will definitely encounter an accident, except for people like you who have divine blood.
Anyone's kinship marriage was very likely to cause the next generation to be deformed and stunted. This was one of Uruk's biggest bad habits.”Abel said seriously.
The Sumerian sacrificial feast was to offer sacrifices to the gods, and the biggest sacrificial ritual was the Ishtar Ritual.
During this sacrificial ceremony, all sexual activities were allowed. Throughout the day, the entire Uruk city was filled with the stench of hormones.
Abel wasn't sure if Ishtar was the one who suggested this ritual. Ishtar was originally the God of Heaven and the God of Venus. Later, he relied on the favor of the gods and forcefully asked Marduk for the title of the God of Beauty.
Of course, she had always used this clergy to show off. She didn't even care about the responsibility of her original clergy, let alone the Goddess of Beauty who was easily obtained.
Most of the time, Ishtar just pretended to leave. Someone would always solve it for her.
Cough, cough, back to the main topic.
Fertility itself was nothing. It was only natural for the slave civilization that had evolved from the primitive civilization to value fertility. Before the great responsibility of having children, etiquette, righteousness, and shame that did not exist at all were worthless.
However, Ishtar's irresponsibility had led to a rather bad situation. Putting aside the men, it was very likely that the body of a woman who had not yet fully developed would be seriously injured.
Not to mention that in this era where medical conditions were almost zero, the probability of premature birth and two lives was high, not to mention the large number of deformed children brought about by the combination of similar bloodlines.
" This is the data I've gathered over the past few days. If there are a hundred newborns born in Sumer every day, at least 40% of them will be born with congenital abnormalities, and half of them will not live past the age of three. Furthermore, it's too dangerous for women to give birth, so the casualty rate is high.
As Abel spoke, he handed over the clay tablet beside him. Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow and took the clay tablet. The more he looked at it, the more serious his expression became.
He had never paid attention to this problem, nor would he pay attention to it. Even during the period when he was diligent in government, Gilgamesh was more focused on dealing with other important matters.
Punishment, management, disaster relief, fighting against magical beasts, and resource extraction were the most important tasks for a king.
Although it did not matter if he let these things go, Gilgamesh, who wanted to achieve something, took on all the work, including the names of every soldier.
It was no wonder that Gilgamesh would die of overwork later on. After all, since the second god Uruk was rebuilt, there were as many as eight city-states in the entire Sumer, and they were all large city-states, not to mention the villages outside the city-states.
Moreover, the number of these city-states was still increasing. The construction of the new city of Nepur was about to be completed. At that time, they would be able to directly obtain wood resources from the cedar forest using this city as a stronghold. At that time, Sumer would welcome a second wave of expansion.
Therefore, Gilgamesh did not have the time to care about such a small matter. But looking at it now, if such bad habits were to continue to be passed down, it would probably poison future generations.
However, Gilgamesh then threw the clay tablet back, picked up the golden wine cup, and drank it all in one gulp. He lay on the throne with an indifferent expression.
"You have full authority to deal with it."
Gilgamesh said lazily and without any reason.
When Abel heard Gilgamesh's irresponsible and lazy voice, he threw a punch at him from afar, then turned around and left.
"Ah!" A scream rang out.
The priority of the government itself was not that important, but the trouble was that the implementation of the policy was very likely to be strongly opposed by the Ishtar priests and even the priests of the Babylonian temple. These temple priests were the only ones in Sumer who dared to oppose the royal power.
Even Gilgamesh could not wantonly slaughter the priests, because that would be slapping the Babylonian god in the face. That was why the priests, led by Sidurie, could interfere with the implementation of the royal power to a certain extent.
However, Abel did not care. At most, he would flip the table!
Abel turned his back and left the palace, while Gilgamesh covered the bruise on his handsome face, his eyes glimmering.
At that moment, a guard walked in with a trembling hunter. Gilgamesh tilted his head slightly and looked down coldly.
"King, this hunter said that he saw a strange monster in the Cedar Forest.”The soldier knelt on the ground and reported respectfully,
"Oh? What kind of wonderful monster?" Gilgamesh asked with interest.
"King, that is a monster with great power. It is covered in hair like Nishaba and dressed like Mother Su. It eats antelopes and partners with wild beasts.”
"Oh? Then what's his name?"
"He said that his name is…Enkidu."
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"You bastard!" Ishtar flew out of the barrier that had been removed.
One month. She had been tied up in that small garden for an entire month.
She had never felt so aggrieved before. She had been sleeping most of the time. She had only rushed out when she felt the power of the chains and the barrier disappear.
"Ahhhh, you big bastard!”Ishtar roared into the sky, venting the anger in his heart.
" Eh?!"
Ishtar was a high god after all, and he could keenly sense the chaos in the Originator, which could only be caused by an intense battle.
"That guy said that he was going to Uruk. It's been a month. I wonder if he's still there? Forget it, let's go to the temple first."
Ishtar took to the sky and looked back at the garden. After hesitating for a moment, he added a divine seal on the spot and flew directly to Uruk's temple.
Abel didn't think that there would be no resistance to reform. It was like a piece of cake.
If you want to pick up a part and add cream to it, it will hurt the part of the people who have already gained benefits. Therefore, they will resist, resist, and refuse the pain that the reform will bring to their interests.
For example, right now-
In front of the Great Temple of Ishtar stood a beautiful woman, Siduri, who was wearing a veil. The High Priest of Ishtar, Siduri, was adamant against Abel entering the temple.
"Sir, I know that your status is noble, not inferior to the gods.
However, this is the temple of the god Ishtar. The goddess taught us that when a man and a woman mate, they can give birth to new life. She did not say much else.
We will never go against the teachings of the goddess.”
Siduri said righteously, but he felt a little uneasy when he saw Abel's cold expression.
Abel's matter had alarmed the various temples. After all, no one had ever defeated King Gilgamesh.
The priests of the various temples reported to the Sumerian gods, but the divine message they received was that he was the most honorable guest of the gods, and the Uruks had to respect him as they respected the gods.
This Lord was not to be trifled with!
"Huh? I've seen Ishtar, that half-baked goddess. That was just an excuse to fool you. She might forget about it later.”
This was his last chance!
Abel recalled Ishtar's unreliable personality and tried to persuade Siduri. At the same time, he threw the clay tablet in his hand over.
"In any case, unless the Goddess gives a new order, this custom will not change.”
Siduri only dared to take a glance at it before putting the clay tablet aside and shaking his head resolutely.
Abel frowned. He really hated people like fanatics. They only cared about the gods.
Siduri tilted his head slightly and frowned." Master Abel, the goddess 'temple forbids men from entering.”
"Then don't blame me."
With that, Abel's hand flickered and a circular barrier opened up around him.
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