C11 Tradition

By the time Zadok Priest had finished treating Solomon's injuries, it was already early in the morning. It was the perfect time for him to travel.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would be able to return to Jerusalem before the sun rose to the middle line.

"Sorry for the long wait, Abigail, Nome."

Although his left hand was injured, it did not delay Solomon from riding the horse. He slowly approached Abigail and Nome, who were sitting beside the carriage. He smiled and greeted them. "I'm back."

"Are you alright?"

Nome looked over with concern.

Solomon smiled and nodded, then shook his head. "I am fine. Unfortunately, Adonijah had escaped. Zadok Priest was furious. He wanted to bring Adonijah to King David to denounce him. "

Now, other than Adonijah and Marshal Joab, the names of all the other casual people had turned green, representing friendliness. Joab, on the other hand, strangely became friendlier. His name changed into a light red color that represented slight hostility.

How should I put it... Solomon could tell that Adonijah was quite decisive. He was not that indecisive trash.

However, his decision made a huge mistake. The source of the mistake was that he had underestimated the power of the public opinion.

If he was smart, he should have killed Solomon and Zadok Priest with a sneak attack. Then, he would use his power and position to suppress the others and find an opportunity to kill them on the way.

Once Solomon, Zadok, and these "witnesses" returned to Jerusalem, it would mean that the power of Jerusalem's people would be integrated into them. At that time, what Adonijah wanted to fight against would not be Solomon and Zadok, but the tradition of the entire Israel.

He did not realize the seriousness of the problem at all. Or rather, he did not think that if he became the king, the rumors would cause any damage to his rule.

Just like how he didn't care about other people besides the military commanders and priests.

- - - he was still too young.

Solomon slightly narrowed his eyes.

He would find an opportunity to kill Adonijah in one go. However, as a firewood that could provide him with prestige, he should be able to squeeze out some oil from him.

Nome, who was at the side, was muttering, "Zadok Priest? Huh. That old man does seem to be quite angry... Why did you come all the way here? Wouldn't it be over if Abigail treated you? Abigail can cure you directly with burns of this degree..."

" No, no, this is different, Nome. "

Solomon jumped off the horse and let Benaiah hold his horse while he jumped onto Nome's carriage.

He handed his hand to Abigail and said to Nome with a smile, "Zadok Priest is my elder. It is his wish to treat me. If he was not allowed to treat such a serious injury, He won't be at ease either. "

Instead of saying that Solomon asked old priest to treat his burns, it would be more accurate to say that Solomon used "inviting him to treat his injuries" to play with him.

Nome did not understand what Solomon meant. He just smacked his lips and disapproved.

"Ha, that's true. In any case, Oracles are also people who don't understand favors. "

Nome smiled and handed a salted fish to Solomon. "Your Highness, this is my salted fish. Try it. It's alright, right? "

"Priests can't be flexible. This is decided by their class "

Solomon chuckled and took the salted fish. He took a bite and said, "They represent the tradition of Israel. If the traditions of a country and a race are too fickle and flexible, it will not be good in this era. "

In terms of taste, it was quite ordinary. The fish meat that didn't use spices and had a slight fishy smell was also too hard to chew. However, Solomon still smiled and nodded. "En... the taste is not bad."

"It's good that you like it."

Nome smiled happily. He asked curiously, "Can you tell me why it's not good?"

"Yes. Let's put it this way. Compared to the papyrus and the stone slab, which one had been preserved for a longer period of time? Which one is easier to change?"

Solomon chewed on the salted fish slowly and asked casually.

"Of course it's the stone slab," Nome answered without hesitation. "I've seen papyrus before. It's broken with just a pull. It won't work even if it's kept for a long time. It's even simpler to change it. But the stone tablet can be preserved forever. For example, the Ten Commandments that Moses left for us."

" Although it is not forever... Yes, but it's more or less the same. The same culture, compared to the one written on papyrus... Perhaps the latter will have a wider flow, but the former will be preserved for a long time."

Solomon calmly explained, "Nome, the priest is the stone tablet."

"Tradition represents the concepts, desires, and feelings of the past. Without tradition, there would be no civilization. If Moses had written the Ten Commandments on papyrus, we might not even know about it now."

Solomon said softly.

Although the inflexible ways of the priests was a hindrance to the progress of the Israel, in a sense, it was also a form of protection for the tradition of the Israel.

There was a special characteristic of the Greek language, which was that it lacked sufficient adjectives. At the same time, its synonyms were rich and detailed enough to depict movements and things. This was also the reason why the Bible liked to use many comparisons to explain the principles.

From 1,200 BBC onwards, the Greek had been circulating in the current Pakistan region. Its own algebra could be said to be very outstanding in this era. It could be used for many years without being eliminated. And the sacredness of the Greek language caused it to rarely absorb other languages.

This meant that it would solidify the power of the Oracle class. In the long run, it could lead to the weakening of the royal power and the increase of theocracy.

However, if it was deliberately guided, it might instead become Solomon's advantage.

This kind of thing. This kind of sutra that was written using a large number of comparisons would be more complete when translated. This meant that the words left behind by Solomon could be passed down to the future generations, and could then have a lasting effect on the wise people of the future generations.

This was the "mission" that Solomon had planned for his current life.

This was the "stone tablet" that Solomon had found.

In order to ensure that the nature of the Greek language would not change because it absorbed other languages, resulting in the cultural influence being interrupted or distorted. Solomon could not suppress the priests of Israel who had the ability to solidify words.

He was clear about his own matters.

Even if it was genetics, it was impossible for his descendants to have their own intelligence, because his intelligence did not come from the excellence of his body. Instead, it came from the knowledge of the future. It was the crystallization of the wisdom of countless sages.

Therefore, it was not a good thing for Israel to have the monopoly of the royal power. Solomon hoped that he could formulate a program in his lifetime and distribute the power from his descendants to the priest.

... Perhaps, this could be considered a vision that transcended the era.

Solomon sighed deeply. He felt complicated emotions, as well as some faint loneliness.

"A stone tablet..."

Nome was deep in thought.

He hesitated for a long time and finally made up his mind. He lowered his voice and asked Solomon, "Then, if the tradition is wrong... Your Highness Solomon, what should we do?"

"The tradition is wrong?"

Solomon smiled and looked at Nome.

His smile made Nome's back feel cold. However, he still looked directly into Solomon's eyes.

Because Nome dared to bet that Solomon was definitely not an unreasonable person like Adonijah.

Solomon was silent for a long time, and then he let out a soft laugh.

"If the tradition is wrong, just destroy it."

"If there is no tradition, there will be no civilization. However, without the destruction of tradition, there will be no progress for mankind. "

Solomon looked up at the sky and said calmly, "Create some kind of traditional structure and destroy it when it is not beneficial to society. This is what 'I' need to do. Do you understand, Nome? "

"I... I think I may understand a little."

Nome frowned and said hesitantly.

"No, you don't understand."

Solomon couldn't help but laugh. "You definitely don't understand!"

He looked at the thoughtful old man and smiled awkwardly. His smile became gentle again. "Don't think about those useless things. Relax and take a look at the scenery."

"In front... is Jerusalem, Nome."