Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology-Chapter 739: Jadeja Raghunathan

25th April 1661

Kupwara, Kashyapamar (Jammu Kashmir and Ladakh)

The carriage came to a screeching halt, and a young boy around the age of 14 or 15 got out of the carriage with a bright and lively smile on his face. He had fair skin and a healthy complexion with a beautiful oval face bearing light brown eyes that glistened with the radiance of the morning sun like a pair of gems. If it was not for the way he dressed and a little stubble under his lips, people would have mistaken the boy for a girl.

Getting down right after him was an old man with a traditional butler attire of the Bharatiya Empire before the new fashion took over. The old man adjusted his pagdi with meticulous detail and ordered the servants to unload the luggage.

Jadeja Raghunathan, looking at the butler of his family staring at the servants as if they were some sort of thieves who were looking to steal all the money and run away, couldn’t help but let out a deep breath.

"Old man Amitabh, you do not have to stare at them like they are some sort of criminals. Just relax."

Amitabh immediately became stern. "What do you know, young master? These guys are born into the Shudra caste. It is their habit and nature to get involved with disgusting work like theft, banditry, and doing menial labour. You can’t be too careful around them," he looked at Jadeja with some worry. "Young master, if you are so naive when you attend the university, I am really worried about you. Do you want to reconsider the madam’s plea?"

Jadeja’s face immediately wrinkled. He had a feeling like a fly had flown into his mouth. He felt like he shot himself in the foot, but what could he do? He couldn’t really see the butler who had raised him from a young age treating the workers in their family so unfairly. The education he had been taught for nearly half his life wouldn’t allow him to keep quiet. Unfortunately, every time he tried to talk his grandpa or the old butler out of ill-treating the workers in the family, he would be lectured in return instead.

With frustration, he threw his arms up in the air and strode away. "Do whatever you want, but remember we are no longer in Khadappa. If anyone complains about you ill-treating other people, there will not be any familiar people to cover it up."

Amitabh immediately froze. His expression turned ugly, but it soon recovered, and surprisingly enough, the way he ordered around—although still as strict and rigid as before—was a little softer.

Amitabh didn’t mind if he was arrested, but he couldn’t let the young master travel alone to the university. ’At least for the young master’s sake, I will be a little lenient on these untouchables,’ he thought to himself in his heart. Although he was very disdainful of equality for all, popularized by His Majesty and the government, he knew the current situation where the untouchables were empowered beyond his wildest imagination, so he knew what to say and what not to say.

The labourers and workers looked in the direction where Jadeja Raghunathan left with kindness and gratitude.

Jadeja Raghunathan walked around the beautiful town nestled in the embrace of several tall mountains and hills. He felt the cool and refreshing breeze of the mountains and the fragrant smell of vitality emanating from the forest.

Reaching the end of the road, he was mesmerized as he saw green hills as far as the eyes could see, with clouds hugging the hill peaks like the floor of the world that could only be seen in heaven.

The bad mood Jadeja had immediately disappeared. "Maybe I cannot change the minds of the old man butler and grandfather, but I can definitely make a change on my own," he clenched his fist in determination.

Jadeja’s stay in Kupwara was only a single day as he had to resume his travel again the next day. However, fortunately, his destination was only 30 kilometres away, which could be reached in a few hours.

Travelling through the newly laid-down cement road passing through the mountains, Jadeja was mesmerized by the view once again. He couldn’t help but be amazed by the ingenuity of whoever built the road because the road was actually built after demolishing a few rocky hills beside it.

"Old man Amitabh, if it wasn’t for this road, it would take a couple of days even to travel 30 kilometres, isn’t it?"

"You’re being too conservative, young master. In the ancient books in the family library, it is said that some sages spent months or even years travelling to Sharada Peet, the centre of knowledge and education in ancient times."

"We are lucky because of the road network of the Bharatiya Empire. It only took us a while to come from Kakinada to Kashyapamara and then to Sharada Peet."

Jadeja nodded in amazement. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he got an idea, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he abruptly stopped. Noticing this, Amitabh looked at the young master with some confusion.

"Is there something you want to tell, young master?"

Jadeja immediately shook his head and responded, "No, I just wanted to ask how long it will take to reach the university."

In reality, he wanted to say that the reason for the extensive road network of the Bharatiya Empire was because of the so-called untouchables and so-called Shudras working their hardest to make it possible. But he also realized that if he said such a thing, the old man would start to argue once again and would look at him with a weird gaze as if he were some sort of bunny rabbit in a deadly jungle waiting to be slaughtered.

"Ohh, there isn’t much traffic here since the road is wide enough. In my estimation, in an hour we will reach the destination."

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Sharada Peet Raya University

The Raya University is built on the outskirts of the Sharada Village, located at the confluence of two rivers—Krishnganga River and Neelam River. Located at an elevation of 1981 meters above sea level, the Neelam Valley, where Sharada Village and Sharada Peet are located, is a rare flat land nestled among the giant mountains that touch the sky.

Sharada Village is usually lively because, with the construction of the Raya University, several other elite businessmen of the empire, like the Shettys or the Kalyans, have also purchased a plot of land of over 500 acres and started to construct their own universities along with the Raya University of the royal family.

Because of this, the employment opportunities for the villagers of Sharada Village were immense. Every household had reached a middle-class level. A few labour leaders and temporary contractors even reached the initial high class of wealth.

However, this excitement and liveliness increased tenfold with the inauguration of the Raya University and with the arrival of the emperor, His Majesty Rajya Pathi Vijay Devaraya.

The whole village was decorated with colourful flower garlands, decorative arches, decorative banana stems, as well as Rangoli’s throughout the street.

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"Hey, look! The flag with Shanku Chakra—it’s His Majesty’s carriage! His Majesty is here!"

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"Ohh, my Lord Shiva! His Majesty has arrived! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

As soon as Vijay’s carriage was seen on the horizon, the people started to cheer excitedly. Fortunately, the police had already prepared, with people being barricaded on the outside so as to not cause any trouble or security concerns for His Majesty or the entourage.

Vijay opened the curtain and waved at everyone with a smile on his face.

"His Majesty is more handsome than in the image. The image simply did not do justice to His Majesty’s beauty and demeanour."

"Haha, doesn’t it? There is no artist born in this world who is capable of capturing the majesty and grace of the supreme being on top of the Bharatiya Empire—the incarnation of the divine!"

"Ahhh, His Majesty looked at me! Hahaha!"

Among this frantic crowd was Jadeja Raghunathan, looking at that legendary figure with his eyes wide open. Ever since he was born, he had heard the stories of the Devaraya Royal family, and ever since he started to receive education, he learned and heard about the legends of this young emperor who built the strongest empire in the world with iron fists and blood.

Even though he had not seen the man at that time, he had already formed a majestic and holy image in his mind. But now, looking at that smiling face, the fictional image in his mind completely collapsed, replaced by the real majesty and aura of the emperor of the nation that he called home—radiating and giving light and direction to his pursuit.

"I must capture all the majesty and glory of that supreme being no matter the cost," he thought to himself, his fists clenched tightly, his arm vibrating due to the extreme force.

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