The female shaman handed an old scroll to the old shaman. And the old shaman handed the scroll to the emperor.
"What is this?" The emperor frowned, then opened the scroll. "Why is this scroll dark blue? Is this something common, Master Shaman?"
"My apologies, Your Majesty." The old shaman bowed again. Then pointed at the scroll in the emperor's hand. "That scroll is more than seven thousand years old."
The emperor widened her eyes. So did Magnius the Mighty.
"That's way too old!" Magnius finally stood up and stepped closer to the emperor, sitting unceremoniously on her right side.
Meanwhile, the female shaman lowered her face because as the tall and muscular man stepped over, the shaft of his manhood, which was only covered by a thin loincloth, wobbled.
She gulped with a flushed face.
The male shaman beside her then whispered, "What are you thinking, huh? You're a shaman, remember that!"
