Pharaoh

A heavy punch hit the black-haired guard's left cheek.

Sisi, who had acted in violation of the orders of the great priest Seth, walked up to Keya without saying a word, and suddenly punched him to the ground.

"You know that?"

Sisi's voice was very low, and his chest heaved violently with anger.

"You know those things clearly, why didn't you say it?!"

"If you'd only told everything before three days, nothing like this would have happened! Why didn't you say—"

Keya lay reclined on the ground, supporting her upper body.

He lowered his head and wiped away the blood from the corner of his broken mouth.

Yes, he knows the truth.

When Brother Wang told him the three things, he also told him everything.But at the same time, the younger brother asked him to leave the palace and come back in three days.

He understood what Brother Wang meant.

"Sisi, you asked me before, if His Royal Highness asked me to kill him, would I obey his order? At that time, I told you, I don't know, I have to wait for something to happen. to know what to do.”

Keya lowered his head, his black hair covered his face, and blood oozes from the corner of his split mouth again.

His voice was very calm, and there was no trace of remorse.

"I can answer you now."

"meeting."

He said, understatement, "As long as it is the order of His Royal Highness, I will obey it."

"I will kill him at his command and follow him."

"is it?"

Laughing back in anger, Ceci gritted his teeth, staring at Ke Ya without concealing his anger and contempt for him.

"Then I will send you to Brother Wang's side now!"

He suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist and chopped it down.

The black-haired guard's eyes were originally gloomy, but the moment the sword light struck him, his eyes suddenly changed and suddenly became fierce.

He grabbed the broken sword that he discarded aside, and blocked it with the horizontal sword.

sonorous—

The clash of the two swords made a crisp sound of iron clashing.

"Not yet."

Resisting Sisi's fierce blow, Ke Ya violently released the long sword that suppressed his broken sword to the side.

He stood up, clenched the sword in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on Sisi, and a cluster of flames was faintly burning deep in his pupils.

Sisi and him looked at each other for a while, then sneered.

"Why do you need to make any more excuses? In the final analysis, you are just a traitor who is afraid of death. What is the difference between you now and last time?"

Faced with Sisi's obviously provocative words, Ke Ya's expression was very calm.

"No matter what you say, I can't die now."

He replied, holding the broken sword in his hand and standing firmly, his defensive posture made Sisi unable to find the slightest gap.

Sisi's gaze gradually turned cold. Since he couldn't find a gap to kill with one blow, he should be tough.

Even now, Ke Ya still has no regrets at all.So today, it is considered that he is acting as a substitute and teaching his servants instead of Wang Di!

The sword in his hand stabbed at the opponent mercilessly——

Ke Ya gritted his teeth to resist Sisi's stormy attack.

But his swordsmanship was inferior to Ceci's, and the long sword in his hand was broken, he was caught off guard and couldn't help backing away.

Sisi slashed fiercely, and he raised his sword to block it. Who would have thought that the fierce long sword suddenly turned a tricky arc——

With a clang, the broken sword in his hand was sent flying, spun a few times in the air, and stabbed obliquely on the ground. Ke Ya himself was also knocked backward by that strong force and fell to the ground.

A small cylindrical ceramic box suddenly flew out of his arms, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping.

The black-haired guard originally just frowned and looked calmly at the opponent's persistent sword, as if planning to roll away on the spot.

But the moment the small ceramic box fell out of his arms, he was taken aback, and his face changed drastically. He completely ignored the long sword that Sisi stabbed at his chest, and got up in a panic to pick it up.

Fortunately, Seeing that the situation was wrong, Ceci tried his best to deflect the blade at the last second.

The sharp blade pierced Ke Ya's arm in an instant, blood gushed out, and soon stained the skirt of his clothes red, but the black-haired guard didn't care. At this moment, he seemed to only see the small ceramic box that fell out.

The pottery box rolled to a person's feet.

The young high priest bent down and picked it up first.

Staring at the clay box with sky-colored pupils, Seth frowned.

He looked at Ke Ya with sharp eyes: "What is this?"

As if to be cautious, Ke Ya carefully looked at Priest Seth, not daring to act rashly.

"Please return that to me, Lord Seth."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but took two steps towards Seth.

All his attention was on the cylindrical pottery box, and he didn't notice the approach of the person behind him at all.

Sisi easily twisted the unsuspecting Keya's arm on his back, and forcibly suppressed him half-kneeling on the ground to prevent him from doing anything unfavorable to Priest Seth.

Even though he was suppressed, Ke Ya looked up eagerly. He watched the pottery box turn in Seth's hands, his expression became more anxious, and his voice became louder.

"give me back!"

The sky-colored pupils stared at him for a long time, and the handsome face of the young great priest became more and more severe.

"Was it left to you by Brother Wang?"

Although it seemed to be asking Ke Ya, but from Seth's tone of voice, it seemed more affirmative.

Ke Ya tightly shut his mouth, he looked at Seth without fear.

His eyes were burning with anger, but he still kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Such an expression made Seth affirm his conclusion.

"What's in here?"

Still no answer.

The beautiful Egyptian priestess came over, and she had already seen clearly what happened just now.

She stood beside Seth and looked at the small ceramic box, then glanced at the black-haired guard who was forced to kneel on the ground.

"Whatever it is, it doesn't make any sense now."

She said, her tone was very cold, her slender chin raised towards the sea of ​​flames.

"Throw it away, burn it."

"stop!"

The black-haired guard struggled violently, looking at Seth nervously, for fear that he would do what Isis said.

When he found that the eyes of the two great priests were all on him, he calmed down a little.

He already understood that Isis was blackmailing him with a box.

He withdrew his glaring gaze at the priestess, and looked at Seth.

"That is indeed something left by His Royal Highness. I can swear on the soul of my brother, that the contents will not cause any harm to Egypt. Lord Seth, I want you to say something. If I say it, I will return it." Give me."

He said, paused, "...for His Royal Highness' sake."

Seth was silent for a moment.

He looked at Ke Ya with a little complicated look, and then he nodded.

-

"If you have done the first two things, then the third thing, Ke Ya, I want you to go to the city of Alexandria in Lower Egypt."

A thin piece of papyrus was carefully folded, rolled up, and put into a gray-black cylindrical ceramic box.

Then, the clay box was tightly sealed.

The young prince's movements were not fast, but Ke Ya, who was standing behind him, still couldn't see what was in his hands.

"When I was very young, I just heard from my mother that she was sent to a village near that city. My mother refused to tell me her name, so I don't know more details. I can only rely on you to pay more. Think about looking for it. In short, if you find a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with black curly hair who was adopted as an orphan in the nearby village, it should be her."

"Her appearance should not be much different from that of the Egyptians. Although she is not the same father, she is also my mother's sister after all. If there is any eventuality, the only thing I am worried about is her."

"Don't show such an expression, Keya, it probably won't be that way. I said it just in case."

The violet pupils were curved into crescent moons, and the boy with an immature face smiled at his guard.

"If it becomes like that, I will ask you to take care of my sister."

"I don't want her to be involved in the affairs of the Egyptian royal family, so I don't want her to know about me. You can only show her the letter I gave her before you die, understand?"

The young Wangdi said with a smile, he took a step forward and held Ke Ya's hand.

He carefully put the cylindrical pottery box into Ke Ya's palm. His fingers covered Ke Ya's hand holding the pottery box tightly, and then slowly loosened it.

He smiled at his guard, holding Ke Ya's hand warmly.

Those violet pupils vaguely brewed a trace of softness settled in the deepest part in the swaying firelight.

Those eyes are too bright, extremely bright, but people ignore the incomprehensible gloom hidden in them.

"I'll leave everything to you, Keya."

……

The blaze soaring into the sky had gradually dimmed, and its ashes were flying on the last bright blaze.

The eyes of the black-haired guard who said everything were also dim. He glanced at the pottery box in Seth's hand, and a gleam of light rekindled in his eyes.

"Give it back to me, Lord Seth."

He said that staring at the small pottery box closely is the only meaning for him to live now.

The fingers of the young great priest clenched the pottery box in his hand, and the dimmed firelight could no longer illuminate his face.

His expression was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

But anyone who is close to him can feel the breath of the storm that is about to blow around him.

"Stupid."

He said, "Even in death he's just a fool!"

"You are so disrespectful, Seth."

Priestess Isis raised the corners of her lips, as if she was going to smile to ease the atmosphere.But the raised corners of his lips were too difficult, too forced, and it didn't look like he was smiling.

So she stopped trying to smile, her long eyelashes drooping down, half covering her eyes.

"A man so foolish as to let himself die doesn't deserve my respect."

Seth replied, his azure pupils were so cold.

"Even if you are dead, you still have to do such an extremely ridiculous thing."

He seemed to want to swear a few more words, but he opened his lips and pursed them again.

The thin lips were tightly pursed, as if trying to suppress the slight twitch.

His throat trembled, and the two repeated pronunciations were still forced out from between his clenched teeth.

"Stupid—"

"Set!"

Angry to the extreme, Ke Ya glared at the young priest who insulted his master.

He stared at him, calling his name without fear.

"You are not qualified to insult His Royal Highness!"

The sky-colored pupils glanced at the other party coldly, and the young high priest looked down at the black-haired guard with condescending eyes.

"There are such stupid servants as there are stupid masters!"

He said the words were sharp and merciless.

"Okay, Seth, give him back the things and let him go."

Isis on the side said that her voice was very low and she seemed a little tired.

Seth glanced at her, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly tightened his fingers holding the clay box.

click-

The cylindrical clay box was torn apart in his hands, revealing the rolled papyrus.

Seth shook it and unfolded it in the air.

The roar that was about to explode was choked in his throat, and the black-haired guard froze in place.

His eyes were wide open, fixed on the unfolded paper.

The faint firelight swayed on his pale cheeks, making his face take on a strange and terrifying tone.

There was a blank space on the papyrus that spread out in the air and swayed gently with the wind.

It doesn't have a word on it.

"The characteristics mentioned by Wang Di are very common in Egypt... In one year or two years, you can always find a woman who matches the characteristics, and treat her as the person you are looking for."

Isis's voice was very soft, as if sighing.

"Yeah...you will take care of her according to Wang Di's order, you will be together, get married, have children, until you die..."

The young high priest let go of his hand.

The empty paper unfolded its soft body, fluttered in the air, and slowly fell from Keya's eyes.

He reached out and grasped the paper tightly.

Like the last straw seen by a drowning man, his fingers clenched so tightly that he crumpled the paper violently.

Holding the crumpled paper tightly with both hands, he buried his head in the paper, and his curled up body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He tried his best to suppress it, but there was still a faint whimper, which came out vaguely.

The third thing, is a lie.

It was a lie created just for him.

Brother Wang used this piece of paper to give him a reason so that he could live with peace of mind...

Seth was silent, turned and left without saying a word, Isis sighed softly, and followed behind Seth.

Sisi stood up and took two steps aside, bent down and silently picked up the long sword he had thrown aside.He glanced at Ke Ya who was curled up and kneeling on the ground again, then turned his head and quickly chased in the direction his master left.

The crimson flame has burned to the end, it seems to be gradually swallowed by the darkness, and disappears under the night sky without a sound.

Then everything dimmed.

Ke Ya knelt for a long time in despair, finally, he raised his head.

Kneeling and crawling a few steps forward, he pulled out the broken sword stuck in the ground.

The edge of the broken sharp weapon still faintly shone with a frightening cold light.

The dark-haired guard stabbed it to his own throat.

A streak of blood splashed again under the night sky——

It was already late at night, and there was a gap in the thick clouds, through which a ray of white moonlight fell into the land of Egypt.

In the winding corridor, the young high priest walked quickly.

The slanted reflection formed by the moonlight shining on the stone pillar quickly passed by that young and handsome face, his hand was tightly clutching the golden scepter in his hand, and the tight knuckles were bent as if they would break with.

As if he wanted to vent his stagnant anger, he kept walking forward.

The reflections of the dense bushes fell on him, and then retreated one after another, flashing past him without interruption.

After a long time, Seth finally slowed down.

His chest was still heaving violently, and he couldn't restrain his anger towards someone surging from inside his body.

A few passing maids bowed to him and were stared at by his stern and impatient eyes. They immediately backed away in fear. Isis, who followed, stepped forward to comfort them and waved them back. down.

"Why expose that, Seth."

Walking behind Seth, the Egyptian priestess asked in a low voice.

"Brother Wang wants that guard to leave the capital to live, so why not follow his last wish?"

"How can a servant who can't even protect his own master live brazenly!"

Sethben just stood quietly, but Isis's words seemed to have stabbed him sorely.

He clenched his teeth, forced a sound from between his teeth, and slammed his raised fist heavily on the stone pillar beside him.

"I can't stand it! That kind of stupid lie, who does that guy think he can fool!"

"There is no need to deceive anyone, as long as the guard is loyal enough to him."

The corners of Isis' lips rose slightly, with a hint of bitterness.

"That guy is always self-righteous and self-righteous! What else is his hypocritical behavior but ridiculous?"

"Yeah, it's ridiculous. Seth, you always find it annoying. In fact, it's not just you, I also find it ridiculous sometimes."

Isis said softly, "But, Seth, no matter how much you dislike the things that Wangdi did, you never said that what he did was wrong, did you?"

"You said he was ridiculous, you said he was stupid, but you didn't say he was wrong."

The beautiful priestess smiled.

"This time, you opened your mouth to expose his lies. If Brother Wang met his servant in the underworld so soon, he would definitely complain to you a lot, right?"

"What else does he dare to do besides complaining?"

Seth snorted coldly, his face was still icy, but his eyes dimmed.

"That useless guy, if no one follows him to take care of him, maybe he can't even find his way to the underworld!"

The conversation between the two ended here, and each other became quiet.

Isis's words that wanted to lighten the atmosphere seemed to make the atmosphere even heavier.

The two great priests were relatively speechless. They were silent, and they became more and more depressed with each other.

Finally, Set spoke to break the silence.

"Isis."

"Ok?"

"...Why didn't he say it?"

Under the moonlight, the gold jewelry on the goddess's neck shone with beautiful golden light.

She didn't answer right away, but just pressed her slender fingers lightly on the gold jewelry on her neck that reflected the golden light.

"The curse is in Wangdi's body. It failed to affect Wangdi. Instead, it expanded our inner darkness..."

She said, closing her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Because of it, we all jumped to conclusions in our own right."

"No one believes in Brother Wang, no one..."

Isis said softly, and she suddenly remembered that on the temple of the sun god Ra, which was filled with bright sunlight, the violet pupils of the young prince passed by their bodies one by one.

There was a faint trace of expectation in his eyes, trying to find something in their eyes.

She knew what he was looking for, and she knew he couldn't find it.

All the while, no one believed him, not a single one.

She watched something invisible disappear from the depths of Wang Di's pupils.

It disappeared quietly and without a sound.

she thinks

It's not that he can't say it, he just doesn't want to.

He probably just gave up.

He still chose to be willful one last time.

……

If the pharaoh hadn't been so tough, he wouldn't have attacked the king's brother so simply.

If Brother Wang hadn't been so stubborn, he wouldn't have been silent and refused to speak.

Without that curse, no one would have easily convicted Wang Di.

The king loves his younger brother too much, so he can't forgive his betrayal, even the slightest.

Brother Wang trusted Wang too much, so he finally made a decision that was more decisive than anyone else when he was touched to the bottom line that could not be tolerated.

Too much accident and necessity have brought things to this point of no return.

Everything is overwhelmed.

"Brother Wang was willful in the end."

"He traded his life for our future..."

The Egyptian priestess left with a sigh. She didn't finish her sentence, perhaps because she didn't want to continue this topic anymore.

The night was very quiet, and occasionally only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves could be heard.

The young high priest lowered his head, he opened his left hand, and his eyes stayed on the empty palm for a long time.

Then, he clenched his left hand a little bit.

The fingernails pierced deeply into his palm.

The night wind blew his clothes, Seth stood silently under the night sky for a long time.

[As long as you are still in Egypt, I will protect you. 】

He still failed to keep his promise after all.