Countess' lover

After the sacrifice was completed, it was gradually getting late.High priests and pharaohs and other high-level rulers left, and the people also resumed the joy they should have had.Some sang religious hymns and danced to cheerful music; some were active on boats in the Nile, singing and dancing.

Ortheya didn't want to go back to the temple too soon, so she quietly came to an unnoticed corner by the Nile River alone and quietly watched the evening clouds in the sky.Unlike the Underworld, the skies in Egypt seem to be all warm tones.Pale yellow, light gold, golden red, and slightly darker golden brown, very beautiful.

The water of the Nile is still rising, the rich twilight is gone, and the cool colors are gradually taking over.Amidst the din of singing and dancing, someone stood behind her.Without thinking about it, Althea can be sure that it is Imerton.Who else could see her except the High Priest, who also possessed divine power?

Orthea lifted her concealment and looked up at Imerton.He happened to be facing the last sunlight, his bald head was shining brightly, but his face was shrouded in shadow, she could only see his drooping eyebrows and eyes.

"High Priest, you are blocking my light!" She said lazily, sitting by the river like a lazy snake.

Emerton moved to the side, and Althea's eyes blinked a little stimulated by the sudden light.It was as if she had discovered the high priest's body for the first time. From a low point, he looked like a mountain, a large shadow.

"You're blocking my wind again!" Althea tilted her head and looked at him, seeing that Imerton seemed to be about to move again, she continued slowly, "Sit down, this is an order."

The high priest knelt down obediently, his upright posture was in stark contrast to Orthea's laziness.It's not like sitting down and chatting with her, but rather like doing some holy prayer.Orthea pouted and didn't say anything, anyway, he was still the same.

"Are you here to look for me?" Orthea fell on her back, resting her head and neck on the kneeling lap of the high priest, playing with the wrinkled linen cloth on his body with her little hands.

The high priest nodded, her body stiffened from her movements.He hesitated to speak, but still did not dare to tell Orthea the fact that her head was against her male reproductive features.

"This is a test!" The high priest warned himself solemnly in his heart.There was no holy lake here to cleanse his mind of ugly thoughts.

Althea turned over so that it was easier for her to look at Imerton. She found that his eyelashes were long and drooping to cover his amber eyes. "What did Pharaoh tell you? You just found me now."

Angry, or something else?Emerton looked at her quietly. Althea was wearing a Nugbai dress with a ribbon tied under her chest. The ribbon went from the front to the back and back to the front and tied a bow, with both ends hanging down to her knees. .The bat-shaped shawl was spread on the ground, and those green eyes looked straight at it without blinking, making his heart pound.

"Pharaoh is going to conquer the Hittites, and the high priest will accompany some monks."

He spoke so calmly that Orthea, who heard it suddenly, didn't realize the meaning of his words.She didn't realize something was wrong until she read it twice.

"Expedition to Hittite!" Althea stood up abruptly, and hit Imerton's chin with her forehead.

"Hmm..." The High Priest and the Goddess held the pain at the same time, and Imerton's eyes were full of helplessness.His goddess always seemed to be so reckless.He sighed slightly, more like mocking himself unconsciously, "How can I rest assured..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Imerton seemed to have suddenly discovered something bad, and his face turned pale.

Orthea couldn't hear clearly, and she couldn't see his face in the dark night.She was impatient to wait for the High Priest to explain why she had said this, for her energies were preoccupied with the new news.Orthea said angrily, "I knew that Seti I was not a quiet guy, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

After she finished speaking, her tone lowered again, and it seemed that there was a little coquettishness that she didn't realize. "Do you have to go with me?" She bit her lip, "What about Thebes?" What about her?

Imerton regained his indifference and humility, as if his attention and discomfort just now were just an illusion.He lowered his head, his voice was steady and firm, "Pharaoh just wanted to take back the territory belonging to Egypt, and the army needs the absolute, strongest force. This is also my wish."

Country, territory, sovereignty, even as high priest, he is an ambitious man.What's more... too many times people are involuntary.

Emerton raised his head and looked at her with clear and serious eyes, "This is a very good opportunity, you should believe in my ability." Even if opportunities are often accompanied by crises.

Orthea stopped talking. After following the high priest for a year, how could she forget the light on Imerton's face every time she asked about military and territorial issues?She stretched out her hand to caress the high priest's eyes, which should have been amber eyes that were approaching dark brown in the night.

Obviously she should be the powerful goddess, and Imerton has always respected her, but facing the high priest, she only felt that she was getting weaker and weaker.It's not a weakness in divine power and blood, but a weakness in aura and soul.In the end, she chose to compromise.

"Your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen. I saw lakes, mountains, sky and deserts in them. You have a country in your heart, a country's people. Even God can't stop it." She frowned , her delicate face shone brightly under the light, "I can't stop it either."

She looked at him with so much attention that they couldn't even perceive it.However, in this focus, the danger is slowly approaching.

"what--"

Orthea felt a pain in her leg, and she couldn't keep her balance and fell into Imerton's arms.Imerton held her tightly, his calm face filled with panic for the first time.

"Orthea..." There is no goddess title, if it is not in this situation, it would probably be better.

Orthea seemed to see mist gushing out in front of her eyes, swirling around her, and she could barely feel Imerton's presence.Strange patterns dangled, and she struggled to utter a few words, "It's a cobra..."

This is impossible!The same idea appeared in Imerton's mind. With his vigilance, how could he not feel the approach of the cobra, let alone Orthea is still a god?

Before he had time to think about it, Imerton picked up Althea horizontally and turned into yellow sand and rushed back to the temple.And Orthea completely lost his perception of the outside world at the moment when he used his divine power.

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"Welcome, goddess Orthea from Greece."

A space shrouded in mist, and at this moment, Orthea was staring dumbfounded at the cobra that spat at her.The lingering pain in her leg reminded her that this was not a dream.Orthea calmed down and called it tentatively, "Goddess Isis?"

Well, she was sure she saw a smile in that long strip.A letter-spitting snake smiled at her.Cobra wagged her tail, "It seems that you have learned a lot, was it taught by the high priest?"

After clarifying his identity, Orthea immediately relieved the pressure, and his attitude became a lot more serious. "Your divine power is stronger than I imagined, and I didn't notice your approach at all." Although it approached and bit her, Orthea continued, "You must have very pure blood."

Her words were undoubtedly a polite compliment, but Isis still took it.It shook its head, and the scarlet snake letter made a hissing sound, which made people shudder. "I'm very happy to get your praise, but in Egypt, divine power doesn't necessarily depend on bloodlines, and the power of Ba [soul] is also extremely important. Just like your high priest."

Her high priest?Orthea shook her head quickly, as if trying to cover up something with this move. "Imorton is my good friend, and to a certain extent he is also my guide and mentor in Egypt."

The cobra let go of its tail and slithered gracefully around Orthea twice. "Girls who are slow tend to ignore their inner emotions. Then they regret it when they lose it." Goddess Isis stopped, as if remembering something in the past.

Orthea watched her coil up again, sliding anxiously. "Oh, damn it! Your High Priest awakened Amon—God Ra, that bastard forbids us to come to see you privately."

"Why not? I've never seen God Amon." Orthea frowned, puzzled.

Goddess Isis stopped again, and spoke very fast, "Be careful with those around you, I'm here to warn you, war is not only between countries. Ah, and you'd better follow that high priest all the time. That's all, I have to go."

"Goddess Isis..." She still hadn't figured out what the cobra's advice meant!

The mist gradually dissipated, and she was so golden that she couldn't open her eyes as if the sun was shining.But the fog in her heart was getting bigger and bigger.

The bright sun's divine light gradually calmed down, and Orthea regained control of her body's perception.When she opened her eyes, Imerton's bald head was in front of her eyes.She heard the familiar voice chanting in her ear,

"My evil and disobedience are so arrogant. Please reconcile with me, reconcile! Use my sinful blood, let all my sins be washed away. I ask for your punishment, great God Amon. Sin comes from me , the noble body of a god should not be tortured..."

His voice was so sad, and blood mixed with divine power flowed from his fingertips, drawing esoteric characters on her body.An unprecedentedly powerful sun power filled her body.

"Imorton! Are you crazy!"

Orthea screamed in shock, firmly holding the high priest's hand, preventing his next move.

Imerton's eyes were filled with ecstasy, and he hugged her, his strong arms trembling slightly.He murmured and thanked God Amon over and over again, but at the same time he regained his senses, he forced himself to let go of Orthea, and respectfully kept a distance from her.

"Thank God Amon for recovering your soul! Before, it was Imerton who offended you." He solemnly said a few words without thinking, more like warning himself, "Gods are never to be profaned Yes, this kind of thing will never happen again.”