The God of Logic did not comment on Makarov's acknowledging Lahar's importance in his work. Maybe he didn't care? Maybe he wasn't interested? Maybe he didn't understand?
Lahar spoke, "
My nation has a 66.342 percent chance to be victorious on the military front but it seems that my people haven’t achieved something that you’re followers have.
This thing is obviously cultural influence and information; I would like to strike a deal with you, you would supply me with the news that your artists give you and later you would help me in the process of taming other cultures and then I will allow art to continue its existence.
You would save thousands of lives because if the other cultures would submit then I wouldn't need world wide genocide and while people don’t know it, I’m a master of every mortal skill, arts included, the destruction of every art is useless to me and I can honestly say that a genocide would be very hard to perform with a 32.468 percent chance that it would result in war and defeat and I’m not a God that takes these chances."
Makarov smiled at the God of Logic, not that it would mean anything to Lahar. What kind of business was this? Help me, or I kill you? Sounded more like a threat than a deal.
What Makarov was amazed at was the fact that Lahar spoke in the common tongue. In the common tongue, there were many things like synonyms, things "useless" to a God like Lahar. Would Lahar be better off speaking the "language" of Mathematics?
Before Makarov said anything he realized something it amused him to no ends. He smiled again and spoke, "
I was wondering why she wanted to show you this room. It wasn't the chairs or the table, which are but the comforts of a man. She wanted me to give you this," he picked up the book. The book could tell the user anything as long as Makarov(or previously Draupadi) allowed it.
Makarov stood up and the chair returned to original shape, that of a desk chair. He put forth his hand to the essence of Lahar, to give the book. "
I'm sure you and I have more important things then to keep meeting. Just write, in this, what information you need, and if I deem the question as one that will not hinder my plans, I will answer. Also," he removed a silver coin from his pocket with his other hand, "
Give this to one of your trusted men so he may contact me directly. Now if you will excuse me, my followers feel the need to contact me."
He gave the book and the coin to Lahar's essence and left him there. Makarov just hoped Lahar's essence didn't try to do anything stupid while he was gone, otherwise the room would lock itself and be burnt down by the attendants of the castle and forcing Makarov to recreate the room, which he hated to do.
Just as he reached halfway between the exit and the 'thousand doors' door, Nazara, Drak and Cleopatra walked in.
Nazara was the lesser Goddess of music, a beautiful woman in a white sari, Drak was the lesser God of the Dead Arts, arts forgotten by the people, a large man in tattered clothing, and Cleopatra was the lesser Goddess of Love, an absolutely stunning woman with equally stunning dressing sense.
Makarov smiled and asked, "
How are we today?"
Nazara smile back, "Here to meet Draupadi."
"
One second. Has Draupadi been shifted to Room 420?" he asked to an invisible person.
"Yes. Once the essence of the God Of Logic leaves, they shall be able to meet her," said a female voice.
"
Enjoy your stay," Makarov said and walked away, though not before looking at Cleopatra once more.
His followers thought it was dangerous to allow such interactions but that never really bothered Makarov. No God had yet to attack him and that just bored Makarov. Let them try...
Icharus, Ulmo's Realm, Thessia
da Vinci was a man of few words, far too few. He merely nodded as the other members of the Academy walked past him. He was considered, by many, to be the greatest intellectual mind on the entire plane, mostly because he was. He never seemed to have the time to talk or even debate, which irked many, even though he was pretty much an immortal. Makarov had asked Anabis, the lesser Goddess of life, to keep him alive. He was nearly three hundred years old now.
He walked quickly and reached his study and saw his assistant, Michelangelo, working on a sculpture. "32B," da Vinci said in a hurried voice and started searching for the silver coin Makarov had given him. Michelangelo looked at the tool he was using and realized that, yes 32B, a precision tool, would work much better than the 31D, more of a power tool, he was using.
It took da Vinci fifteen minutes, and turning the place upside, to find the silver coin no one except Michelangelo knew about. Michelangelo looked at the coin da Vinci held and took his leave.
"Makarov, Richard says he cannot contact you," he said and looked at the sculpture Michelangelo was making. Any merchant could sell it, it was that good, but it wasn't even close to what da Vinci could do. He picked up the 32B and started on the sculpture.
"
I am amazed you have time for us mere Gods" said a sarcastic voice but da Vinci didn't reply.
"
Where is Richard?"
"South of Melchi. Says the engravings on the coin changed after some Dregs attacked him." da Vinci put the tool down; he was finished.
"
Tell him to get out of there immediately. I shall send a replacement coin immediately," said Makarov and broke contact.
Michelangelo walked in a few minutes later and well, for the next two days he was angry at da Vinci for finishing his sculpture, that too so nicely. Not that da Vinci cared...