Pharaoh

The evening is the coolest time of the day, so it is also the busiest time in Thebes, the capital of the kingdom, and the streets are bustling with people.In the more remote corners of the city near the lake, there are also many idlers here to enjoy the coolness, and to dissipate the heat left on their bodies by the scorching sun in the afternoon.

Anyway, it’s just chatting to pass the time when there is nothing to do, and the capital of Thebes is a bustling city with people coming and going, so newcomers or families of foreign businessmen come to spend time with the locals and do daily chores. It's a regular occurrence, so it wouldn't be surprising to see some new faces every night.

A young man has been here for a long time. He has always been very patient. He smiled and chatted with some aunts who have broken mouths. He didn't think they were wordy. He always listened to them with a smile on his face There is no sign of impatience, and the occasional flattery or a few words of agreement make those aunts who love to gossip feel happy when they say it.

This man often appears here these days, he is probably a newcomer, he looks honest and can talk, and he soon became familiar. It's big and small things, just open your mouth without hiding it.

In the dead of night, the people chatting and enjoying the cool air gradually dispersed and went home. The young man turned left and right a few times, walked into an inconspicuous hotel in Wangcheng, greeted him with a smile, and went back to his room.

He wandered around in his small room a few times, checked carefully, and after confirming that there were no traces left by others, he dug out a small box from a hidden corner.He took off his clothes, frowned and tore off the bandage on his chest, revealing a hideous wound with deep bones visible from his left chest armpit.

The man endured the pain and cleaned the wound, applied medicine and tied a new bandage.

There was more than one scar that could kill him if he deviated a little. There were several wounds on his body that had just been scarred, and the criss-crossing scars made his upper body look terrifying at first glance.

He's not dead yet, that's enough.

Thinking of this, Raz let out a heavy breath.

Bearing the name of a traitor, he was scolded to pieces by everyone, but he could only grit his teeth and bury all the grievances in his stomach.His former colleagues and friends chased him like crazy along the way, and several times he felt that he was about to fail.

But thinking of his master, he finally gritted his teeth and rushed into the capital with one last breath.

After all, under the pharaoh's eyes, the group of people belonging to the rebel forces did not dare to mess around in the king's capital, so he was safer.

But the biggest problem now is how to convey his master's words to Pharaoh.

Not to mention that the old king didn't know about the existence of Lord Arden at all, even if he knew, he might not believe the news brought by his enemy.

Raz didn't expect the Pharaoh to save his master, but he must convey what the master entrusted to him, and he must make the Pharaoh believe it.

"If there is no other way, you can go to that town to find games."

His master told him so when he left.

This sentence made Raz startled for a moment, with a hesitant look on his face.

"But, it's not that the game master doesn't remember..."

At that moment, he saw Lord Arden laughing.

"It's not that he doesn't remember."

His master smiled and said, with a trace of softness and helplessness in his eyes, "Probably...he just doesn't want to remember."

"I didn't want to embarrass him at first, but if you really can't find a way to get close to Pharaoh, you can ask him for help."

He understood what the master meant, but he still hesitated.

Raz naturally knew that his master doted on that childish and cute cousin, but he didn't think that the young man who looked too soft and immature without the slightest threat, and even half-baked at swordsmanship, could do anything like this. Help me out.

He didn't dare to place this dangerous bet on the boy he couldn't trust.

Yaden noticed his hesitation.

At that time, the sound of the door opening had already sounded, and there was no more time left. His master looked at him with a relaxed smile on his face, and his dark pupils revealed the brightness and warmth of a newborn morning sun.

"I believe in games."

These were the last words left to him by his master.

"He has the same blood in his body as mine."

At this time, Raz was standing in front of the window of the room, looking at the huge and gorgeous royal palace that was brightly lit even in the dark at the center of this bustling royal city.The night wind blowing past the window blew his messy temple hair flying endlessly, he pursed his lips, and there was a struggling look in his eyes.

If this goes on, it is impossible for him to get close to the Pharaoh, let alone complete the mission of Lord Arden.

However, that younger brother...

He really didn't know if he could trust it.

Yi Rong lurked in the royal city for a while, and under his deliberate prying, he soon learned about the return of the Egyptian king's brother to the royal palace. After all, it was not a secret.

Naturally, he would not believe the folk rumors that the Pharaoh hid him to protect his critically ill king brother, but it is well known that the king brother returned to the pharaoh's side.

After all, the young pharaoh attended several festivals and larger ceremonies, and many people saw the Egyptian king's brother following the king.Moreover, judging from the pharaoh's behavior, the king's love for the king's younger brother continued unabated. The latter point had to make Raz pay more attention.

After all, Wang Di and Pharaoh are real brothers, so he went to ask Wang Di for help. Raz really felt that he had no idea...

[I believe in games. 】

A gust of night wind suddenly hit, causing Raz's long hair hanging on his shoulders wrapped in snow-white bandages to fly up.

He clenched his hand on the window sill suddenly, and his eyes showed a look of determination.

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"His Royal Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

"Brother Wang..."

Several young and beautiful maids surrounded the bed, shouting softly with a girl's sweet voice.It's a pity that the young man surrounded by all the beauties ignorantly rolled himself up with the quilt into a ball, wrapped himself up completely, and nestled in the middle of the big bed, turning a deaf ear to the calls from all directions.

All the maids tried their best to get the sleepy Wang brother to get up from the bed, but made him curl up even tighter. They carefully glanced at the young king who was standing beside the bed without saying a word. Cold sweat seeped out.

The attendants on the side were also sweating coldly, but the high priest Isis who was standing outside the door turned her head away, and she could vaguely see the corners of her lips raised sharply.

Alas, ever since the younger brother who was said to have been sent out of the palace because of a serious injury and dying came back from injury, the pharaoh's love for the younger brother has intensified, and no matter what he does, he must take the younger brother with him.When it developed to the later stage, it turned out that every day to deal with the government affairs, he insisted on dragging the younger brother with him.

The younger brother who was born to the king also liked to sleep in bed, and he didn't want to get up in the morning. In addition, he didn't like to deal with political affairs with the Pharaoh, so it became the dumbfounding situation now.

The most tragic thing is still the thankless servants caught in the middle.

If you can't get up, you can't get up.

Even though the young Pharaoh's sharp eyes could almost penetrate the quilt that wrapped him and shot him coldly, the young prince still curled up on the bed and refused to get up.

A look of dissatisfaction flashed across the crimson pupils, and Atum waved his hand to make the sweaty maids back away.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the young Pharaoh lifted off the quilt wrapped around Wangdi's body and threw it aside casually.

He leaned over and hugged his younger brother directly.

"I don't mind taking you there like this."

He said that his bright red pupils were staring at the younger brother in his arms, speaking condescendingly and threateningly.

"...I'll get up right away!"

Even if the quilt was thrown off and picked up, he still huddled into a ball and closed his eyes, pretending to be sleepy, the younger brother immediately opened his eyes and answered.

The crimson eyes with obvious threats softened a little when they met his brother's eyes. The young pharaoh lowered his head, and put his lips on his brother's bai nen forehead, and then put it down.

The maids, who were relieved, rushed up immediately, and surrounded the reluctant Wang brother.

……

The Egyptian priestess stood aside with an uncontrollable smile on her lips.

Mahat stood in front of the young pharaoh, pointing at a map and talking non-stop, but occasionally he couldn't help but glance to the left of the pharaoh from the corner of his eyes, showing a very subtle look in his eyes.

The young Pharaoh listened very seriously, with his right hand resting on his cheek, and would occasionally ask Mahat a few words.

The young king brother sat on the left side of the young king, far away from the Pharaoh, turned his body sideways with most of his back to the Pharaoh, and turned his head high to one side.

"I'm very angry" was clearly written on Wang Di's immature face at this time.

When the priest of Seth in Egypt walked in, he saw such a strange situation.

As he walked towards Isis, he stared at Wang Di in confusion, and at this moment Wang Di's gaze also turned around and happened to meet him.

The game glanced at Seth, and quickly looked away, as if completely ignoring his existence.

Seth was taken aback, frowned, and walked quickly to Isis.

"what happened?"

It was rare to see Brother Wang showing such an obvious expression of displeasure. The reason Seth frowned was not so much anger as surprise.

"Because the king forcibly pulled over Wang brother who wanted to continue sleeping."

The beautiful priestess answered with a smile.

Seth was dumbfounded, and finally said after a long while, "Since brother Wang doesn't want to come, why does the king have to ask him to come?"

Regarding the habit of the young brother Wang who likes to lie in bed in the morning, the priests who often go to the door of the Pharaoh's bedroom to wait for the king to wake up are very clear.

His Royal Highness's anger at getting up made them, the great priests, shy away.

Obviously the Pharaoh used to be very laissez-faire with his younger brother, never caring when he got up, why now...

"Ah, this is..."

Isis was only halfway through her answer when the movement above interrupted her conversation with Seth.

The two great priests subconsciously looked up.

The young brother Wang who was sitting just now stood up at some point, and seemed to want to get down, but his wrist was tightly grasped by the light brown hand of the young king.

"where are you going?"

asked the young Pharaoh, staring unblinkingly at his brother with crimson pupils.

"Go outside for a walk..."

"No."

"Just a moment."

"No."

"Brother Wang..."

"Sit down."

With a strong left hand, the young pharaoh easily pulled back his brother who was trying to shake off his hand.He gently rubbed Yuyu's head, and whispered, "It will be fine soon."

Seeing Youyou lowered his head and did not speak, Atum touched his cheek again as if coaxing someone, then turned around and continued the discussion with Mahat, who had a bit of a dumbfounding look in his eyes.

When he turned his head back, Yu You, who had lowered his head, suddenly raised his head to look at him, his violet pupils flickered, then lowered his head again, his golden hair hanging down, covering the expression in his eyes.

"You know why, Seth."

The corners of the lips of the Egyptian priestess, who were already slightly raised, rose even more violently at this moment.

Beside her, the young high priest answered her with a cold snort, then reached out and handed her the ceramic document in his hand.Isis glanced at Seth, and took it, the smile on his lips gradually faded, and his face became serious.

She looked up and saw that Mahat had retreated from the front, so she stepped forward and handed the thick and hard ceramic document to the Pharaoh.

"My lord, this is a letter from the high priest of Osiris in Lower Egypt."

Isis lowered his head and said, seeing the young king took the ceramic document, he withdrew his hand.

"It says that the high priest is old, but he still hasn't found a suitable successor."

The young pharaoh pondered for a moment, then looked at his priestess.

"Isis, I remember that you were chosen as the successor of Osiris' high priest."

"Yes."

Isis replied, "I was chosen as the heir of the high priest since I was born, but when I came to the capital with the high priest more than ten years ago, I was suddenly selected by the artifact gold jewelry, so I became the high priest and stayed in the king's palace." The high priest had no choice but to return to Lower Egypt alone to find another heir... But now it seems that the high priest still hasn't found a suitable candidate."

"Why can't the great priest become the high priest?"

It probably sounded interesting, but Wang Di, who was sitting silently at the side, suddenly interrupted and asked.

Isis smiled at Wangdi.

"Your Royal Highness, the high priest is the king's priest and must serve the king by his side, while the high priest is the servant of the god and must serve the god wholeheartedly."

She said, "Master Simon is the high priest of the sun god Ra, so he usually stays in Ra's temple."

"But isn't the temple of Osiris right next to the temple of Ra? Why is the high priest in Lower Egypt?"

"The temple of Osiris in the king's capital is only one of the many temples of Hades. The main temple of Ra, the sun god, is in the king's capital, while the main temple of Osiris, the god of Hades, is located in Lower Egypt. The high priest must stay in the god's main temple. Temple, unless there are special circumstances, it is not easy to leave the main temple."

"...In other words, if Isis becomes the high priest of Osiris, he must stay in Lower Egypt?"

"Yes." Isis replied, "So the High Priest cannot become the High Priest."

"It's a little tricky."

Seth frowned and said, "The heir of the high priest must first have a noble blood, and must also have the magic power to communicate with the gods, even those with bad intentions..."

Most importantly, the high priest must serve the gods wholeheartedly, so he must not have the slightest concern for secular rights, especially royal power.For a long time, the heirs of the high priest have been brought up by the high priest, in order to prevent them from being infected with secular rights during their growth.

Therefore, the successor of the high priest must not be easily decided, as can be seen from the failure of the high priest of Osiris to find a satisfactory successor after ten years of selection.

Seeing that he was getting older and older, the high priest of Osiris had no choice but to send this question to the pharaoh.

Atum looked at the exquisitely carved ceramic document, but did not speak.

He couldn't think of any good solution in such a short period of time, so he casually put the ceramic document on the table.

He said, "It will take a few days..."

"Brother Wang."

The words of the young pharaoh were suddenly interrupted.

Subconsciously, he looked sideways.

His younger brother was smiling at him, his violet pupils were bright, but because they were too bright, people couldn't see the color of the eyes clearly.

"Brother Wang, I want to go to Egypt...to succeed Osiris as High Priest."