Pharaoh

When a strong wind blew past, the cloud-like canopy of the tree shook with it.

It passed high above the bushes, making a rustling sound, and then it rushed towards the people standing in the open space at the edge of the bushes, and the dilapidated house made a slight creaking sound of being overwhelmed.

The off-white hair scattered messily on the dark brown cheeks flew up wildly with the sudden strong wind, and the hideous scar on the left cheek was looming under the white hair fluttering in an arrogant manner. It seems ambiguous, but for some reason it is unusually conspicuous.

The pupils that should have been dark brown at the moment took on a strange black-red tone because of the extremely bright red light that emerged at this moment, which made the boy's already wild dark brown face even more apparent. Sharp as a blade and fierce as a poisonous snake.

The slightly raised lips have distinct water chestnut angles, giving people a sense of firmness.

Because it looked extremely thin, the upward arc brought a bit of coldness, making his face faintly show a cold and ruthless tone.

"Brother of Egypt, why can you guess?"

Bakula has always been confident.

Playing with everyone in the applause, and hiding in the darkness to control everything.

This is what he should and is doing now.

He has always believed that this Egyptian king's younger brother is a turtle in an urn and cannot escape from his grasp.

Because of this, he was not in a hurry.

Or it should be said that it is useless even if he is anxious, because he cannot control his body as he wants.

He stared at the opposite side of him, while the strong wind passed by his side, it also caused the corners of the light blue robes of the young man and girl standing opposite him to fly high.

The pupils with light red light shrank slightly for a moment, as if a red streamer flashed past his eyes.

The boy who emerged from the gap between the youth and the girl still had the same fair face as when he first saw it, and that didn't just refer to the skin color.

Those clear violet pupils stared at him without blinking, and there was a strange and complex expression surging deep in the eyes that he couldn't understand.

The king of Egypt did not answer his question.

Bakula suddenly felt that he was a bit unable to see through this younger brother who he once thought was easy to deal with.

If you want to escape from the hands of an ordinary person, even if you can't use monsters, there must be many ways for this Egyptian prince to do it.

But Brother Wang has been very quiet and did not act. Instead, he must wait until he can summon the monsters before tearing apart the mystery that hides each other's identities.

There is only one possibility that Brother Wang must act like this——

Brother Wang guessed that he is also the owner of the golden artifact that can summon monsters, so even if he is pretending to be stupid, he has to wait until he can summon monsters before confronting him.

Bakula couldn't figure it out.

Just saw him for the first time... no, not even how the 'meeting him' brother figured it out.

Although curious, but...

The current situation seems to be somewhat unfavorable to him.

At the beginning, he planned to use the opportunity of Diabondo and Wang Di to meet him by chance to try to lure Wang Di into a desperate situation.Unexpectedly, Brother Wang actually saw him through from the very beginning-this has led to him being in a weak situation that he dislikes the most.

Almost all the monsters he could control were low-level monsters, and he didn't have any high-level monsters that could confront Wang Di's two powerful humanoid monsters.Moreover, he had tried just now, and the golden key that he relied on to control people's hearts didn't seem to work on Wang Di.Brother Wang's heart is extremely tough, he can't find any gaps.

Maybe he could use the power of the golden key to die with his brother if he tried his best, but Bakula didn't have such a foolish idea.

He likes to kill his enemies, but that doesn't mean he likes to take his own life.

He cherishes his life more than anyone else.

Bakula moved his gaze away from the two humanoid monsters, and once again landed on the face of the Egyptian prince behind him.

His gaze was fixed on that slightly immature face for a long time, and then his eyes narrowed little by little, as if he was smiling, but it added a bit of coldness.

He moved his eyes down, glanced at Yuyu's bandaged foot, and suddenly raised his finger to point to that foot.

"There is also intentional?"

He said that it seemed to be a question sentence, but it was already affirmative in his mouth.

Yugi still didn't answer, just looked at Bakula without blinking, his eyes full of vigilance.

For the past few days, he has been walking with a limp.In fact, although the pain was still painful, his foot injury was not so exaggerated that it made him a limp.

He always thought that Bakula was taking him back to the capital as an excuse to coax him to go to some dangerous place or where a trap was set up, so he pretended to have a serious foot injury to delay time.

At first, when he fell down the hill, his ankle was only slightly sprained, which was not a problem at all.

He took advantage of Bakula's impatience to drag his body over to make his body lose balance, and at the same time deliberately sprained his foot heavily, otherwise Bakula would have noticed the slight sprain immediately.

Yugi didn't say a word here, but Bakula suddenly asked a question after being silent for a while.

"Brother Wang, are you going to kill me?"

He asked, speaking bluntly and straight to the point.

Yugi was startled, and before he could answer, Bakula took the initiative to answer his own question instead.

He said, "You won't."

Bakula laughed, wildly.

The gray-white hair was messily scattered around his dark brown cheeks, stretched out abruptly with his laughter, a little arrogant, a little presumptuous, but it gave this young man an unbridled so vivid that people couldn't look away. attitude.

He seems to have determined the game and grasped the weakness of the game.

He said, "You can't do it."

The game looked at him, frowned, but still didn't answer.

The silent swordsman and magician hovered in front of the game, and they were still just vigilantly aiming their weapons at the gray-haired boy who gave them a great sense of threat and oppression.

Other than that, they do nothing.

Because their master didn't give them any order to attack, they clearly felt the master's hesitation for some reason from their master's silence.

Bakula continued to speak on his own in this almost deadly atmosphere.

"I think it's about time you figured it out."

He raised his hand and poked his thumb in the direction of his chest.

He stared at the game with a gloomy and cold face, but there was a half-smile in his eyes.

"I'm not him."

He laughed loudly, "And you, brother Wang, your hypocritical kindness that is only for self-satisfaction makes you unable to lay hands on him."

Bakula just stood there laughing, and suddenly closed his eyes while laughing and fell to the ground without a sound.

The game was startled, and subconsciously couldn't help but wanted to run over to check, but the silent swordsman standing in front of him stretched out his hand and stopped him.He raised his head and saw the silent swordsman shaking his head cautiously at him.

The silent swordsman stopped him, and looked back at Bakula, who seemed lifeless. His eyes were still full of vigilance, and even faintly revealed a bit of hatred that belonged to human emotions.

Yugi hesitated for a moment, then, he raised his hand and placed it on the arm of the silent swordsman blocking him.

"nothing."

He smiled at his guardian, and pushed down the hand that was blocking him.

The loyal guardian hesitated for a while, but in the face of his master's insistence, the silent swordsman finally chose to obey.

The dark brown-skinned boy was lying on the ground, breathing steadily, and it didn't look like he was in a coma but was in a deep sleep.

Perhaps because of the deep sleep, the shadow of the thick eyelashes fell lightly, making the face less hostile and appearing a lot more peaceful, even the deep scar on the left cheek was not as usual. It looks so hideous.

Yu Yu, who was kneeling beside him, turned his body over with some difficulty, hesitated for a moment, and carefully stretched out his hand towards his neck.

The very thin bronze chain on the dark brown neck was pulled out bit by bit by the game, so a mysterious object hidden under the boy's clothes was finally exposed to the sun.

The blinding golden light it refracted pierced deeply into the depths of the violet pupils.

—Golden Key—

really……

Holding the only gold artifact that was lost outside, Yu Yu's hands trembled.

He violently squeezed the golden key in his hand, his knuckles were so hard that they were faintly white, he almost had the urge to immediately pull the golden key off this man's neck.

The remaining rationality made him grit his teeth, and slowly, seemingly with difficulty, let go of his hand.

The game stayed there for a while, returning the golden key to where it used to be.Then, his eyes fell on the face of the boy who was still in a light sleep.

He tried to find out from this face the appearance of his friend in this world, but no matter how long he looked at it, he couldn't find out what he wanted from the dark brown face that exuded a wild and sharp charm. The shadow of that tender friend to be found.

You Yu stretched out his hand in some disappointment, the seemingly messy and sharp white hair felt extremely soft when it touched his fingers, and it felt a little itchy when it slid across his palm.

Bakula, the king of thieves 3000 years ago.

He is the only survivor of the village that Atum's uncle, Akhnadine, slaughtered to forge the seven golden artifacts.

The child who lost all his relatives was shrouded in the shadow of his childhood and gradually became ferocious, and finally walked on a twisted path.

He killed Mahat and took the golden wheel, trying to summon the evil god to destroy Egypt, but was finally sealed in the golden wheel.But perhaps it should be said that his madness also allowed him to realize part of his wish-because of him, Pharaoh Atum died, and Egypt fell into a slump from then on, and was finally annihilated in the long river of history by foreign enemies.

3000 years later, Bakula boarded on the body of his friend Tapiriao who got the golden wheel game by chance. He controlled Tapirang's body and wanted to revive the evil god sealed in the golden building blocks by the Pharaoh again...

This is the game's memory of Bakula.

But now everything was different from his memory.

The other one went back more than 3000 years ago, gave seven golden artifacts to King Ahmos, and then passed them down from generation to generation.

It stands to reason that Akhnadin should not have massacred the village in order to forge a golden artifact, and there should be no thief king born of hatred.

But now Bakula appeared in front of him again.

This time, what Bakula held was not the golden wheel but the golden key.

wrong……

Yu Yu frowned, and his hand stroked the dark brown cheek of the sleeping teenager.Without the sinister look in his eyes when looking at people, this face has a little more childishness that a teenager should have.

Yu Yu looked at the boy with a puzzled look on his face.

At the beginning, he also thought that Bakula was pretending not to know him. Although he didn't understand that Bakula had to put on such a troublesome show to him who had no ability to resist at that time, he could only seize this chance and pretend to be a fool. Dazed, he didn't have the confidence until he could summon the monster again once the three-day limit passed.

However, the past few days of getting along has made the game confused.

He always felt that this young man who he thought was Bakula but called himself Diabondo was not acting... If he wanted to say why, he couldn't say it, he just had this feeling.

Although Diabondo is indeed the same as Bakula, they both give people a vicious and vicious feeling, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark and choosing people to eat.However, Diabondo lacked Bakula's strong dark aura that made people tremble all over, which was impenetrable even under the sun.

The oppressiveness of Bakula can almost take your breath away with fear.

Dia feels more like an ordinary person with a surly and sinister personality, or should I say, an ordinary bad guy.

Just now Bakula said, 'He's not him'.

Does it mean 'diabondo not bakula'?

In this body... are there two people?

The game is not sure.

He has also considered whether it is possible that Diabondo is the same as the original him and another him, and the soul of thousands of years ago resides in Diabondo's body.

But he quickly overturned this idea, because he was sure that Bakula was indeed born with Yatum 3000 years ago, and they were both people of the same period, so Bakula could not be sealed in The Wraith in the Golden Key.

Two different souls exist in the same body.

If you use modern vocabulary to describe it, it would be... dual personality?

……

The game is tangled.

Are you thinking a little too much?

Having said that, it seems that his era is still fiercely debating the issue of how the criminal law of dual personality should be judged.

……

It seems that I want to go off the road again and go to a strange place...

The more you think about the game here, the more confused you become, and you are so dizzy that you still can't think of a clue.As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Diabondo who was still breathing steadily and seemed to be sleeping very soundly, and immediately felt uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand in resentment, and clamped Diabondo's nose severely, preventing him from breathing.

As a result, the dark brown face of the boy who was sleeping comfortably turned red, and he shook his head vigorously from side to side, trying to shake off the game's hand.

But the game squeezed his nose very tightly. He was not very strong in his deep sleep, and he couldn't shake it off when he swayed left and right. They all trembled slightly.

He let out an uncomfortable muffled sound from his throat, and finally subconsciously raised his hand to grab Yu Yu's hand.

The game let go of his hand and dodged his hand.

So Diabondo, who was finally able to breathe smoothly, rubbed his nose indecently, and rubbed his face and neck carelessly for a long time, as if he was looking for the culprit who prevented him from sleeping.

After touching for a while, he found that the search was futile, he snorted, turned over and continued to sleep.

His childish attitude made him laugh when he stood up and looked down at his game.

With this smile, the lost and depressed look in You Yu's eyes disappeared.

He took a deep breath, and moved his head that was a little stiff because it had been lowered just now as if he wanted to relax his body.The sun fell on his milky white cheeks, and the translucent skin seemed to reflect light.

There happened to be a cloud in the sky that covered half of the sun, and the light shadow of the white cloud fell on his violet eyes, and after passing by, the pupils became clearer.

"Bakula, you are right."

The game speaks to the invisible man in the air.

He looked at the sky, and the sunlight falling into his big eyes made them shine even brighter.

He smiled at the sky, with a firm and decisive look on his face, no trace of gloom or hesitation could be seen anymore.

"I won't attack Dia."

The game has no intention of taking the golden key away.

Bakula is not a vengeful spirit residing in the golden key, so even if the golden key is taken away from Dia, it will be useless, and it may cause Bakula's violent rebound and lead to a worse situation.

What's more, he vaguely guessed something from Bakula's words just now that Bakula wanted to hide - Bakula seems to be unable to replace Diabon as he likes, and now this body is still in the form of Diabon Mostly.

The only thing he can do now is to stay by Diabondo's side, wait for the opportunity, and find a satisfactory solution to everything.

Maybe it really was just self-satisfied kindness that Bakula called false...

But, Bakula.

If you can't even achieve self-righteous satisfaction, then you will live too aggrieved and useless in this life, right?

Yu Yu once again took a deep breath, stretched his waist greatly, and let out all the stale air he had been holding back for the past few days in one breath.

He waved his arms, his face refreshed.

"Silent Swordsman, move him back to me!"

The young king of Egypt waved his hand as a pointing gesture, expressing his high spirits and denouncing Fang Qiu.

The goal of the current action is determined: try to abduct Dia, a local snake who often travels around the rivers and lakes, to accompany him to find another piece of his soul.

That's definitely more useful than this blind man who basically gets blind when he leaves the king's city.

The game is still here, thinking secretly, on the side, seeing that the alarm has been lifted, it seems that there is nothing he can do, so the silent magician who turned into a cute little loli with a snap, blinked his big watery eyes and made a serious expression to the master. her question.

"Master, do you want to raise him?"

"..."