Pharaoh

The young Pharaoh looked a little bored, propped his face on the table with his left hand, and casually took a piece of papyrus from the pile of approved papyrus in the upper left corner of the table to read.

When the dazzling golden mist penetrated his body, he just closed his eyes so as not to be hurt by the golden light.When the High Priest Isis knelt down, he put down the papyrus in his right hand, looked at Isis with crimson pupils, and his eyes looked calm.

After listening to Isis's words, Atum was silent for a while, and then stood up with a faint hum in response, walked down from the throne, and walked outside over the two high priests below.

"Wait a minute... king?"

Mahat subconsciously stopped.

The young pharaoh who had reached the door stopped and glanced back at him.

"Just find out why."

He said that his speech was neither too fast nor too slow, and there was no trace of anxiety on that handsome face.

"You can leave."

The young king spoke lightly, but his confidant priest stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say for a while.

Isis, who had already stood up, frowned, and asked in place of Mahat, "Wang, has anything strange or special happened recently?"

A while ago, she was sent to Lower Egypt to deal with emergencies, and she just returned to the palace yesterday, so she couldn't figure out what happened.At this time, she was asking about the pharaoh, but she looked at the always honest Mahat beside her.

Mahat shook his head at her, and cast his worried eyes on the pharaoh again.

What happened that day was sealed by the king.

The few great priests who knew about it must not spread the matter to the outside world, even if it is the same great priest Isis.

Seeing Mahat shaking his head at him, Isis was skeptical, but he couldn't show his doubts, so he had to turn his eyes to the Pharaoh and wait for the king's answer.

She was thinking to herself, but she didn't know that her actions just now had been seen by the young Pharaoh.

Atum frowned in displeasure, and turned his head, too lazy to look at her again.

"It's nothing."

He replied that he was about to walk out.

"My lord, it's better to invite the high priest to take a look?" Mahat followed two steps away, lowering his head and said, "After all, you are now..."

Before he finished speaking, the young king interrupted him impatiently.

"It's just a small thing, don't make a fuss."

The young Pharaoh said that Mahat had strode away before he could say anything more.

The great priest who didn't have time to speak again could only watch the dark blue cloak flying away from him dumbfounded.

How can this kind of thing be called a trivial matter?

Mahart smiled wryly.

Thinking about it differently, if it was him, losing all his magic power would definitely make him restless, let alone a Pharaoh who had much stronger magic power than him.And because of that incident, Wang has been in poor health for the past few days, both physically and mentally. What if he is stimulated by this tragic fact and becomes even more ill?

When Isis opened his mouth just now, Mahat was startled. He raised his head and stared closely at the Pharaoh, fearing that the king would not be able to bear the excitement.

So at this moment, the young Pharaoh's indifferent expression made him a little overwhelmed.

Since he had served the Pharaoh since he was a child, Mahat could naturally see that the expression of indifference was not faked—it was precisely because of this that it made him even more dumbfounded.

Or... he should go to the Temple of the Sun God in private to find the high priest?

Priest Mahat was pondering in secret here, and Isis, who was quiet on the other side, was silent for a while, and the heavy look on his face gradually dissipated.

She was originally a woman with a careful mind and good at guessing the young king's mind, but she was too surprised just now to not react.At this time, she looked at the expression of the young pharaoh, and her mind quickly turned around.

Thinking through his mind, Isis couldn't help laughing at himself.

There were too many and chaotic things that happened during this time, she was dizzy from busy work, and her mind also became unconscious. It is impossible to continue like this.

She warned herself in this way, raised her head to comfort Mahat.

"Don't worry, Mahat. Although it's not a trivial matter like Wang said, it's true that we made too much fuss."

"Isis?"

"Because the king has possessed magical power that surpassed the pharaohs of all generations since he was a child, we take this for granted... In fact, when you think about it seriously, the power of magic has nothing to do with ruling Egypt. As long as the king still has wise decisions, there is no problem. What's more, protecting the pharaoh was originally the duty of our priests, because the king has always been too powerful, so we all subconsciously ignored our responsibilities."

Speaking of this, the priestess smiled, and she asked, "Mahat, if the king no longer has strong magic power, will you stop serving him?"

"how is this possible--"

Mahart categorically denies it.

It is the blood of the Egyptian gods that make these great priests serve devoutly. The so-called magic power is just the ability attached to the blood of the gods.

The pharaohs of the past dynasties are not without low magic power, but who dares to deny their absolute kingship?

"Wang is right, there is no need to be shaken by this kind of thing."

After all, she also felt that the innate strength cannot disappear for no reason, and there will always be a way to restore it.

What's more...

[Too strong power will eventually lead to self-destruction. Perhaps, a king who is too strong and proud of his own power is not a good thing for Egypt. 】What the high priest said once again flashed in Priestess's mind. She pondered for a while and closed her eyes.

If everything is God's will, then all they can do is wait.

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The wide green lotus leaves cover half of the pond together, and occasionally the water waves refract light and leak out from the gaps in the leaves, which seems to cast a layer of light on the edges of the green leaves.

The pink and tender lotus leans delicately on the leaves, and the petals that are so tender that they seem to be able to reveal pink juice occasionally tremble with the breeze that blows, as if scratching at the heart of a person.

The young brother Wang sat on the stone table next to the lotus pond, resting his chin with his hands, staring at the tender lotus blooming in the pond boredly.

He tried to find a white one among the countless pink lotus flowers, but he couldn't find it.

Well, he sure is boring.

Giving up on his boring behavior, You You sat up straight and raised his head to look at the sky.

Above the boundless light blue sky, a scorching sun hangs high above it, and the golden light shines directly on the land of Egypt.

The sunlight that fell into his eyes made him squint his eyes subconsciously, which made his immature face show a little lazy look.

"His Royal Highness..."

An extremely low voice came from beside him, and the black-haired guard came over and leaned over to him.

"I went to inquire, and the security situation over the temple is still the same as before."

Ke Ya whispered that that day he watched the high priest take away the gold box and bring it back to the Temple of the Sun God.After confirming that the younger brother who was sent back was all right, he heaved a sigh of relief, and secretly went there to inquire a few times.

The violet pupils glanced at him, and the young Wangdi was silent for a moment.

"Kaya, stop thinking about the gold box." He said, "I never thought about getting it back."

There is only one chance, there will be no second time.

"So, you don't need to go out to find out anything."

After this time, I am afraid that someone has been watching Ke Ya's every move, and there is really no need to do that kind of futile move.

"Huh?" Ke Ya was taken aback, "But, you..."

"Forget it, Keya."

The young Wangdi lowered his head, the shadow of his golden forehead fell into his light purple eyes, and the corners of his lips barely curved upward.

"I'm not a person who doesn't know what to do. The high priest is highly respected. Most of what he said is true... It's just that I was very unwilling to learn about such a thing when it was already at the last moment, so I held my breath and ignored it." It’s all about fighting.”

"Looking back now, I was really too impulsive at that time."

Yugi sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I still want to go back and meet my relatives and friends. However, if the result of my going back is to let them watch me die... If it makes them sad, it's better not to see me."

The young Wangdi raised his head and smiled at Ke Ya.

"I'm sorry, Ke Ya, you gave me a new life with all your efforts, but I wanted to give it up just out of anger."

He said, "I'm sorry."

I'm fine as long as it's your decision...

These words swirled in Keya's throat, and he swallowed again.He was silent for a long time, his lips moved for a while, and finally hesitantly, it was quite difficult to utter a word.

"I want you to live forever."

He has always believed that he does not need his own ideas, as long as he obeys the orders of his master.

But now, as it was his only waywardness, he wanted to say this.

Perhaps it was the first time he heard Keya confess his thoughts in front of him, the young Wangdi was taken aback, and looked at Keya with wide eyes in surprise.

The black-haired guard lowered his head and said nothing, his panicked look like a child who got into trouble made Wang Di laugh for a moment.

"it is good."

He smiled and said, looking at the black-haired guard with warm eyes, and the big violet glasses curved into the arc of a crescent moon.

In fact, even if Ke Ya didn't say anything, the game who had calmed down and thought about it a lot would no longer casually joke about his own life.After all, it's a foregone conclusion that he won't be able to go back, and it's useless to be upset and sad. With the skill of hurting the spring and autumn, he might as well think more about what to do next.

Since you want to stay in ancient Egypt, then...

The young brother Wang was still pondering in private when he suddenly heard the sound of extremely fast footsteps from outside.The familiar feeling made his hands on the stone table subconsciously clenched and then loosened, with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

He shook his head, shook off all the messy things in his mind, and stood up angrily.

As soon as he turned around, the golden light refracted from the bright Horus gold headdress under the golden hair of the young pharaoh approaching him made his eyes hurt a little. Unknown look.

When the young Pharaoh just walked up to his younger brother, someone suddenly came over and kneeled and presented a sealed ceramic box the size of a child's fist.The young Pharaoh picked it up and smashed the outer pottery layer with his fingers, and glanced at the Egyptian characters sealed inside.

Probably thinking that it wasn't such an important matter, Yatum directly called a personal guard beside him and asked him to send it to Priest Xia Da for processing, and asked him to pass along his orders.

Before he had time to say a word to Yatum, Yugi's eyes drifted around at the beginning because he didn't want to meet him, but standing beside him and listening to him deal with things felt very boring.

He wanted to walk away, but Yatum noticed him as soon as he moved.

The young Pharaoh stretched out his hand, grabbed his brother's right hand, and held on tightly.

The young Wangdi raised his head and stared at him unhappily, but as soon as his eyes fell on Yatum's face, he subconsciously looked twice more, revealing a little hesitation in his eyes.

After the young king nodded to signal the guard to leave, he lowered his head to look at his younger brother.

But he just happened to see his younger brother looking up at him sideways. Although there was a little hesitation on that immature face, the outstretched hand carefully touched his right cheek.

When Mingming looked over at the beginning, the light purple eyes were filled with resentment, and the worry in his eyes at the moment made the young Pharaoh Wang Yanhong's pupils warmed by the sunlight that fell in.

The warm touch on his cheek moved his heart, he raised his right hand subconsciously, covered the back of the white porcelain hand that was about to retract, pressed it down, and let it rest on his cheek superior.

The left hand that was tightly gripping the opponent's wrist also loosened unconsciously.

"Is your body... still not in good shape?"

The young Wangdi whispered, his tone softened a little.

At that time, although he fell into a coma for a while, he didn't suffer any harm, and just woke up after sleeping all night.Mahat told him all the things that happened later.

Only two days later, he learned from Isis that Atum had lost his magic power.

Although he didn't think it was all his fault, he couldn't justly say that he was not at fault.

On weekdays, although the proud boy king showed a nonchalant look in front of others and himself, Yu You knew that it was just pretending.

At night, the game will always wake up, it is forced.

It was probably at that time that he had fallen into sleep and could no longer control his expression. Yatum frowned tightly, and there was a hint of pain in the corners of his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and did not utter a slight moan.

He held his shoulder and clenched his fingers very hard. It was this kind of pain that made the game wake up again and again.

The game thought about the situation when he was backlashed by Gondola, and compared the gap between the three gods and Gondola...

Uh, this...well he really can't imagine...

Every time this happened, the young Wangdi was very thankful that he had still mastered a little magic.

It worked, at least in times like this, to ease Atum's pain and allow him to sleep more peacefully.

Yatum held his younger brother's hand, turned around and sat down on the bluestone chair beside him, exhaled lightly, and a trace of tiredness flashed across his eyes.

Pulled by his action, You You took a step forward, and suddenly came back to his senses, subconsciously shrank his hand, and broke free, but when he lowered his head to meet the crimson pupils of the Young King who was frowning and staring up at him, he couldn't bear it again. I can't help feeling a little guilty.

Just out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tia approaching from not far away to pick up the fruit, so he subconsciously wanted to walk towards her.

But as soon as You Yu turned around and took a step, the boy king's hand stretched out from behind to grab his hand, and with a hard tug, his body immediately lost balance and fell into the boy king's arms.

A pair of light brown arms hugged him tightly, even tighter and harder.

The warm cheek of the young Pharaoh lightly pressed against the back of his neck, and the golden hair tickled his neck.

"Brother Wang?"

"..."

"Well, let me go for a while?" It was too tight and I couldn't breathe.

"No."

"I just want to go to Tia to get an apple..."

"No."

"How about... I can help you get one too?"

"No."

……

Are you coaxing disobedient children in kindergarten, you bastard!