Pharaoh

Those assassins were indeed Libyans.

Some Libyan nobles and military generals were dissatisfied with the Libyan king seeking peace with Egypt, and even sent the only heir to the Libyan royal family to Egypt.So they sent people to sneak into the envoys and wait for an opportunity to assassinate the Pharaoh.If that fails, turn to killing the Libyan princess.

Whether it is the pharaoh or the Libyan princess, as long as any one is successfully assassinated, the peace talks this time will not be successful.

At the banquet, everyone had wine and fruit juice on the table for anyone to choose, but the king's brother in Egypt only had fruit juice on the table.

The targets of the assassins have been focusing on the Pharaoh. The only poisonous thing is the wine and fruit juice on the Pharaoh's table. The king's brother is safe.But because of the wine, he had a few more words with the Pharaoh, and the Pharaoh asked an attendant to pour him juice, and the attendant poured the king's juice over.

The attendant who made a big mistake in a moment of carelessness was ashamed and was taken down by two guards.

The people from Libya stayed in the messy hall in fear. They did not dare to leave, and the Egyptian soldiers with sharp weapons surrounded them, staring at them.Those dancers who knew nothing about it knelt on the ground and trembled.

In comparison, the Libyan princess is much calmer.She sat quietly, looking at the opposite side from time to time, a side room on the left side of the main hall, her gaze on the tightly closed door was complicated.

The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive. Although there were not many people, no one dared to speak, even breathing was suppressed as lightly as possible.

The young Wangdi was placed on a cushioned bench, and Priestess Isis was checking on his condition, trying her best to suppress the spread of poison in Wangdi's body.

Many priests in Egypt also served as physicians. Although Isis's medical skills were not the best, no one in the Egyptian royal palace could compare to her when it came to the depth of poison.It was she who prepared the poison that the young Pharaoh took.

It's just that Priestess doesn't look relaxed at this moment, without a trace of a smile on her face.

As time passed, her expression became more and more serious.

The young pharaoh stood with a deadpan face, and his cold eyes made it difficult to understand his thoughts.

Priest Mahat stood in front of him, lowered his head and reported to him what he had just found out.He seemed to describe everything objectively as an outsider, neither exaggerating nor concealing anything.Seth, who also came after hearing the news, stood quietly aside, his face was ugly.

He knew that Mahart could not stay out of it.

The young pharaoh didn't say a word until Mahat closed his mouth. His crimson pupils glanced at his great priest, then turned around and looked in the direction of his brother.

It's just that Isis stood in front of Wang Di, covering his eyes.

As soon as Mahat's voice stopped, the entire room became even more silent, except for the occasional voice of Isis ordering the maid to do things in a low voice.

Looking up at Atum's expressionless side face, Mahat finally couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Pharaoh……"

A resounding slap in the face became more and more huge in this silent room that gave people a great sense of oppression.

Isis turned her head and glanced this way, then turned her head away again.

The moment the young pharaoh turned around, he slapped his great priest mercilessly. The strength of his hand was so strong that Mahat's tall body shook unsteadily, and he took a step back. , and then tried to stabilize the body.

The crimson pupils stared at Mahat, although the eyes were cold, but deep in the eyes, one could clearly see the gorgeous flames burning due to uncontrollable anger.

"I will abolish your position as the High Priest, Mahat, and hand over all the affairs in your hands to the High Priest Hassan."

Mahat's fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, and then he knelt down.

"Yes……"

He answered in a low voice, with his head lowered, and the expression on his face was indescribably complicated.

The young Pharaoh glanced at Seth who was standing aside, then he turned and walked towards Isis.

Seth looked at the boy king's back, he opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something for Mahat, but he closed it after all.

Mahat was in charge of receiving the Libyan envoy, and he also arranged the banquet tonight. As a result, such a thing happened, and Mahat could hardly absolve himself of the blame.

Those who have committed crimes must be punished and those who are guilty must be held accountable.

Seth leaned over and took off the golden wheel hanging from Mahat's neck.Mahat was still kneeling on the ground, his hands clenched tightly, his veins bulging.He gritted his teeth, tried his best to suppress himself, bowed his head and remained motionless.

He was abolished from the position of the great priest, and he no longer has the qualifications to own the golden artifact.

He stood up and followed Seth to the door. Although he was very worried about what would happen to Wang Di, he could not stay here as he was about to be imprisoned.

"Sorry, Wang, Isis is not capable enough."

The soft voice from the priestess made the hearts of Mahat and Seth sink at the same time. Before they could turn around, there was a loud noise——

Isis stood quietly, her long eyelashes drooping down, half covering her slender eyes.

"Seth, I don't want to see those Libyans again!"

The fist that the young Pharaoh slammed heavily on the table was clenched tightly. Under the tight fist, a long and long line was split on the table top carved with gold patterns carved from hard Sycamore wood. slits.

Seth frowned. He opened his mouth to say something, but Mahat who was standing beside him suddenly grabbed his wrist and shook his head at him with a heavy expression. Isis, who was standing beside the Pharaoh, also gave him a slight Shake your head.

He had no choice but to swallow the words that reached his throat.

He turned anxiously and walked towards the door again.

"Seth."

The boy king's sudden opening made him have to stop again and turn around.

The young Pharaoh leaned over, his light brown hands covered his brother's icy cheeks, his blond hair hung down, blocking the young king's face, so that people could not see his expression at this time.

"The Libyan princess and envoy stay."

He said that his voice was still cold, but compared to the sudden outburst of anger just now, he had calmed down a lot.

Whether Seth, Mahat, or Isis, they all understand.

Whether it is peace talks or war, Libyan princesses and envoys are very important bargaining chips and must stay.

It's just that Mahat and Isis are unwilling to disobey the order of the angry young king at this moment... At this moment when the god of death, Anubis, will inevitably come to the king's side...

The pharaohs of Egypt can and must remain sane whenever and wherever they are.

The abnormal red hue that had just appeared on the face of the Egyptian prince in his arms had gradually faded, and turned into a bloodless paleness, so the black lips looked even more terrifying in contrast .

The once rapid and painful panting gradually subsided, and it was barely audible.

The light brown hand gently caressed the pale cheek, the skin touched by the fingers was still soft, but it was so cold that he couldn't feel any warmth that belonged to the human body.

The young Pharaoh's hands on his brother's shoulders tightened a little bit, and his fingertips were strong. If it was normal, the king's brother would break free and complain.Now, no matter how tightly his hands are held, Brother Wang just quietly leans against his arms, breathing faintly intermittently.

"Isis, go on."

After Seth and the others left, Atum spoke to Isis.

"Yes... Brother Wang is poisoned by Libya. I am not very familiar with it, so I can't prepare an antidote. Moreover, this poison is very poisonous. The reason why Brother Wang has survived until now is because he drank very little poison. But even so, I’m afraid that Brother Wang won’t be able to survive this time tomorrow.”

Having said that, she paused, and carefully glanced at the expressionless young king.

She lowered her head, half-closed her eyes and continued, "The only way I can think of is to suppress it with the venom of a very poisonous snake here in Egypt. If I'm lucky, it may be able to dissolve the poison on Brother Wang."

"Please forgive me for being rude. If it were the king, I think I would use this method. However, brother Wang is different from you, Wang. He has never taken poison since he was a child. The poison is too destructive to his body. That kind of pain ...Even a strong bodyguard can't hold on."

After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "Also, even if it is really the blessing of the Egyptian gods, the younger brother is lucky enough to survive, and the venom destroys his body, the younger brother will only become a useless person who can't see and hear. .”

The young pharaoh was silent.

The crimson pupils stared at his younger brother without blinking.

He slowly stretched out his hand, palm up, fingertips facing the direction of Isis.

"Pharaoh……"

The boy king didn't move his hand.

The Egyptian priestess knelt down slowly, she lowered her head, and a look of pain appeared on her beautiful face.

She pulled out the dagger from her waist and placed it in the Young King's hand.

Her movements were extremely light and slow, as if she was trying her best to stabilize the hand holding the dagger, but her breathing became unsteady on the contrary.

The young Pharaoh clenched the dagger tightly, his hand was steady, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Isis is the most proficient poisoner in the Egyptian royal palace, even the high priest is not as good as her, since she can't do anything...

Instead of letting the younger brother who is destined to be picked up by the god Anubis continue to be controlled by this damn Libyan poison for a day and a night...

He raised his hand, and the sharp sword tip flashed a cold light unique to metal.

The pair of crimson pupils staring at his younger brother seemed to be so calm that they couldn't see anything, and those eyes were also sharp.

However, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the sharp eyes of the young pharaoh seemed to have melted into the softness of the flame under the swaying light at the side.

With a movement of his hand, it seemed that he was about to stab it.

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and Seth, who hurried in, raised his head and saw the situation in the room, he was startled for a moment, and then reacted abruptly.

He strode forward, not caring whether he would bump into the king, and he reached out and tightly grasped the hand of the young pharaoh holding the dagger.

"king--"

The young Pharaoh did not look at Seth, his eyes were still on the king brother in his arms.

He said, "I command you to let go, Seth."

"Wait a minute, king!"

Seth didn't dare to snatch the dagger from the Young King's hand by force, but nervously grasped the hand holding the dagger, and said quickly, "Princess Libya said she can detoxify my brother!"

He felt that the hand he was holding tightly seemed to pause for a moment, and then slowly let go.

After hesitating for a while, the young king handed the dagger to him.

Seth breathed a sigh of relief.