Pharaoh

The sun is shining brightly, and the golden light shines on everything on the earth.

The royal palace in the center of the capital of Thebes stands like a majestic peak on the land of Egypt, and the gorgeous buildings that are connected together shine golden and beautiful under the sun.

At the end of the countless steps extending upwards, the white columns of the huge lotus pillars rise up like the sky, and the majestic palace hall overlooks the prosperous capital of Thebes in a condescending attitude.

At the end of the vast hall, a handsome young pharaoh sat on a huge golden throne, with light brown arms resting on the golden armrests on both sides.

The sunlight coming in from several skylights gathered on his body, and the golden Eye of Horus headdress on his forehead and the golden forehead hair reflected each other to reflect bright light.

In the crimson pupils that are as clear as red gemstones, the stern eyes look down on the mortal beings crawling under his feet.

He sat proudly on the throne, like a god coming to the land of Egypt.

"The water in the lower reaches of the Nile has also receded, and the reclamation of cultivated land has been arranged in various coastal cities."

"The temple dedicated to the god Anubis in Natasha City has been completed."

"The wind and sand in the Finas Plain have suddenly intensified recently, and several villages and towns have been buried by yellow sand. It is necessary to arrange the relocation of the people to nearby cities as soon as possible."

"The envoys from Libya, Syria and other countries arrived yesterday to pay tribute to our country. When will they meet..."

"About the construction of the king's tomb..."

The palace hall, where nearly a hundred people were standing, was still extremely quiet at the moment. Only ministers or priests who were allowed to report on government affairs in turn dared to step forward and bow their heads cautiously.

They didn't dare to speak too loudly, but only one person's voice echoed in the huge hall, so everyone could hear clearly.

The rest of the people all lowered their heads quietly and did not dare to speak out.

The great priests who were regarded as the confidants of the Pharaoh held their respective golden artifacts and lined up on both sides of the steps leading to the throne, conveying the king's order for the Pharaoh on the seat.

Only those with their permission can come forward and report affairs.

After receiving a roll of papyrus from the attendant below, Seth quickly browsed it, and then walked up the steps to present it to the Pharaoh.

The crimson pupils flicked across the thin sheets of paper pinched between light brown fingers, and then handed them back to Seth.

The young Pharaoh raised his head slightly.

"Sita, you did a good job building the temple of Natasha City."

The pure golden beautiful forehead hair like the sun flashed a golden arc in the air with the young king's head raised. The young pharaoh opened his mouth to praise the minister who had completed the task smoothly and ahead of schedule.

Because of his gentle tone, that handsome face almost reflexively showed a very shallow smile of praise.

If this compliment and smile came from other people, even if it came from Seth, who has a face all year round, the minister named Sita would be ecstatic—to get a compliment from his superiors is what everyone dreams of things.

However, Egypt's supreme Pharaoh personally praised this minister who was over half a century old, his face turned pale, his body swayed, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground, his forehead stuck firmly on the bluestone ground, trembling for a long time. Not a word came out.

The others subconsciously held their breath and lowered their heads when their faces turned pale.

The atmosphere in the royal palace hall, which could only be regarded as solemn and quiet just now, suddenly froze, and the entire hall was completely silent, only the tense and rapid breathing of the crowd could be heard.

The current great Pharaoh of Egypt is known to be a demanding and severe man.

Under his high-handed way of governing, all the ministers and priests have become accustomed to high-intensity operation work-because it is a matter of course to complete the task, otherwise, even a slight error will incur extremely severe punishment.

Of course, although it is a high-handed government, those who successfully complete the tasks ahead of schedule can quickly be promoted to higher or better positions.

This shows that although the pharaoh did not express his position, he knew it in his heart, so those dissatisfied people remained calm under the shock of the powerful power of the young king.

However, no matter how well things are done, no one has ever received even a single word of appreciation from the Boy King.

The cold crimson pupils of the king of Egypt, who was rumored to be cruel by the outside world, were always stingy with giving his servants a little bit of emotion.

If the praise suddenly uttered by the young Pharaoh in the palace hall at this moment has made everyone gasp for breath in surprise, then the smile of admiration that the Pharaoh showed in the next second has already made everyone feel astonished. Everyone's hearts stopped in an instant——

The minister who bore the brunt was so over-stimulated that he plopped on the ground with a plop, sweating profusely, thinking that the Pharaoh was sneering and ironically saying that he would want him in the next second old life!

Suddenly, a very light cough sounded from the silent hall.

The young king, who had been staring at the minister who was kneeling on the ground and trembling badly, glanced sideways at Seth after hearing the high priest Seth standing below him cough.

Seth turned his back to the crowd, and from below it seemed that he was standing respectfully in front of the Pharaoh.

But looking down from the direction of the pharaoh, one can clearly see the young priest who raised his head slightly, staring at him fiercely with his blue pupils in an extremely presumptuous manner.

A look of amusement and helplessness flashed deep in the crimson pupils of the Pharaoh of Egypt. He raised his hand to let the minister below back down, and he didn't bother to talk to Seth.

Seeing the boy king regain his usual stern expression, Seth was relieved from the bottom of his heart, and retreated.

He returned to where he was standing, and exchanged glances with his colleagues across from him.

There was an invisible wry smile in Isis' eyes.

Mahart's dark face was clearly distressed.

Regardless of how entangled and guilty our great priests of Egypt are at the moment, as various government affairs have been dealt with one after another, the royal court meeting has finally come to an end.

On weekdays, you only need to deal with state affairs in the government affairs room. It will not be held until five days later to hold such a large court meeting to deal with non-urgent but important large-scale state affairs. This makes all the great priests breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally got through.

Thinking so, the great priests all focused their attention on the boy king standing up from the golden throne above.

The young pharaoh came down from the high steps, his flying red cloak covered everyone's sight, and his back quickly disappeared into the side door of the main hall.

Seth nodded at Isis, turned around and followed.

The young Pharaoh sat lazily on a soft recliner in the lounge on one side of the palace, and waved his hand to let the others back out.

A slender young female officer stepped forward, took up the red cloak that the boy king casually threw on the table, and hung it aside.

She held out her hand and offered a goblet of pure gold.

She was not very beautiful, and her hands were not soft, with thick calluses on her fingertips, obviously a pair of hands that were used to using long swords.

A few days ago, this dark-skinned young female official replaced the old female official who had been serving Pharaoh hard for five years amidst the suspicion of the crowd.

The expression of the young female officer suddenly changed slightly, she raised her head and looked towards the door, her eyes half covered by her long hair revealed a look of vigilance.

Just when she raised her head, the faint sound of footsteps came.

Soon, Priest Seth opened the door and walked in.

He entered the door and looked around. When he found that there was no one else in the room, he frowned, and then strode towards the Pharaoh who was lying lazily on the soft chair.

There was no respectful expression on his face, nor did the pharaoh salute, but his face was a bit ugly.

The young Pharaoh did not reprimand Seth for his offense, but just lay silently on his back, his light brown fingers constantly rubbing the smooth place where the jade inlaid on the rim of the pure gold goblet seemed to be thinking about something.

Instead, the female officer on the side took a step forward, blocking Seth with cold eyes.

Snapped.

There was an extremely slight sound, it was the sound of the young king straightening up and drinking the bright red wine in his hand and then casually placing it on the table.

He looked at his fingers, because the color on his skin faded a little because he rubbed the wine glass too hard just now, and he could vaguely see that it was much lighter than the surrounding light brown.

Looking up at the two people in front of him, he stretched out his hand to the female officer.

The young female officer saw the different shades of color on the finger, nodded and retreated.

It has been a few days, and the color dyed on the owner's skin is probably about to fade, and it needs to be dyed again.

Seth also saw that finger, and the expression on his handsome face became even more ugly.

Although magic can disguise a person's appearance, there are not a few priests and priests with powerful magic in the entire palace, and they can be easily seen through.

The slight magic power to change the color of the eyes can be covered up by the magic power of the protection magic of gold jewelry, but the large-scale body magic that changes the skin color cannot be covered up.

So in the end, it was only possible to temporarily dye the person's white skin into a light brown complexion.

What happened that night in the temple far away from the palace caught everyone by surprise.

The fact that the evil god chose the younger brother as the host and revived it was a big blow to the high priest Simon, because he thought it was his own responsibility for not noticing the matter in time, and Simon became seriously ill the next day.

The blow of the resurrected evil god before leaving could not help but destroy the entire temple, and easily defeated the two young kings.

The other one was fine, because he was only affected by the aftermath of the evil god's power, and he soon regained consciousness, and his injuries were not serious.

However, the Pharaoh of Egypt faced the attack of the evil god head-on. In addition, without the help of his brother, he used his magic power forcibly. The out-of-control magic power and serious injuries combined, and he never regained consciousness. He even stood up by force. The high priest Simon who came to think of a way could only shake his head and sigh.

However, misfortunes never come singly.

While the young king was still in a coma, news of instability came one after another from the kings without the pharaoh in charge.

For a while, although the great priests were very anxious, they were still helpless.

After being ill and discussing with another Egyptian prince for a night, High Priest Simon suggested that the Egyptian prince temporarily pretend to be a pharaoh and go back to stabilize the capital.

Mahart objected emotionally.

Isis and Setben also opposed it at first, but they changed their opinions after pondering for a long time under the words of the other party.

In desperation, Mahat had no choice but to follow everyone's wishes and returned to the capital by the side of the fake Egyptian king.

"If he dies, I will take the throne as a matter of course. If he can wake up... Are you doubting that your king can't take back the throne from me?"

At that time, the boy king with purple pupils said these words with a smile, which left the great priests speechless for a moment.

Mahat groaned for a while, but finally replied unconvinced.

"We only recognize the king's younger brother as the successor of Pharaoh, he is the king's designated successor..."

The remaining half of the sentence was choked back into the throat.

The boy king with purple pupils still had a smile on his lips, but Mahat's back shivered when he cast his gaze over him.

"Mahat, and others, I will only say the following sentence once."

He said that the speed of speech was neither fast nor slow, but it was word by word, making people afraid to refute half a word.

"I'm not going to make the game Pharaoh."

The tone of his words was very gentle and flat, but no one doubted it.

[Even if the blood of this generation of royal family is cut off. 】

All the high priests present, whose faces became extremely ugly in an instant, heard the subtext. Only High Priest Simon, who still had a sick face, did not change his complexion, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his complicated eyes.

……

Next, the fake pharaoh successfully returned to the royal capital and contained all the forces that were about to move in Egypt.

The Pharaoh, who was still in a coma, was left alone in this hidden small city. In order to avoid being suspected, all the high priests and high priests had to follow the 'Pharaoh' back to the capital.

They originally planned to rush back to the capital as soon as possible to stabilize the situation, and then immediately send someone to pick up the Pharaoh who was hiding in the small town.

But before the people they sent had time to rush over, this small city was suddenly attacked by thousands of horse thieves for some reason. Almost became a ruin.

And the news that the great priests almost went berserk quickly spread back—the Pharaoh was killed and missing in this attack!

The great priests responded immediately, blocked the news, and sent a large number of people to track down the traces of the horse thief.

The only thing that can reassure the great priests now is the various performances of this fake pharaoh sitting in the capital of Thebes.

Not to mention that the identical appearance did not arouse anyone's suspicion, even the means of handling government affairs and state affairs are not inferior to anyone at all, and it is even said that the current king who knows how to play both soft and hard The king still has to go one step further—but this is what worries the priests.

The current king seems to be more capable of controlling the emotions of his servants and manipulating people's hearts than the previous one.

And the thing that scares them the most is...

"Wang, this is the fresh fruit that was just delivered."

The young maid who opened the door lowered her head and brought the fresh fruit on a gold plate to the boy king, and said softly as she put it down.

Then he picked up the jug on the side and carefully poured wine into the empty glass.

Probably because of being too nervous, the bright red wine accidentally splashed a drop onto the light brown index finger of the Pharaoh who was reaching out to pick up the wine glass.

The maid's body trembled, and she knelt on the ground with a plop, trembling and desperately begging for mercy.

This cruel and stern king is famous for his distaste for his servants getting his body dirty. If the king brother were here, he might have escaped with his life, but now the king brother is said to be following the seriously ill elder brother in the temple. Priests study—

"Forget it, get back."

The maid who thought she was going to die raised her head in astonishment, and looked stupidly at the boy king who was just waving at her impatiently.

And the young Pharaoh didn't seem to care about her anymore, but his eyes fell on the man who was pushed in by several guards with his hands bound.

Was it because the king wanted to punish the assassin that he escaped unharmed?

Strange, it doesn't look like Wang's character?

The confused maid stood up and was about to retreat.

"Where is the companion who assassinated me with you last night?"

The crimson eyes of the young Pharaoh narrowed slightly, but the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees.

The assassin gritted his teeth and did not answer, but the guards who came in with the assassin looked at each other in dismay.

According to the past practice, Wang has always been impatient to interrogate the assassin, and he directly called the high priest Mahat to search the memory directly from the assassin's soul.

It's just that it will cripple the soul and make it difficult to get useful and coherent information.

Facing the assassin who refused to cooperate, the young pharaoh's crimson pupils, which were slender because they were slightly squinted, curved slightly, revealing a bit of laziness.

The upward arc of the corners of the lips made the supposedly stern face look more handsome, without the cold oppressive feeling, but for some reason there was a little more dangerous aura that made people tremble.

"Prime Minister Vido has handed over your family to me."

"Impossible, my wife is—"

The conversation stopped abruptly in the middle, and the deceived assassin stared at the boy king who was smiling more calmly with a terrified expression.

"Raz, just arranged for his companions to pass by outside... Did you hear clearly?"

"Yes, Wang, I arranged for the guards to push him past the window, and the assassin could hear him clearly."

Following the answer from the female officer who walked in from outside the room, the face of the assassin kneeling inside was extremely ugly for a moment.

However, the young king's next words made his face completely pale.

"Raz, find a chance to let that man escape."

I was accidentally deceived by this cunning Pharaoh and exposed my master's identity. Once the companion who heard the conversation returned, the wife who the master promised to take good care of would definitely be—

The face of the assassin kneeling in the room changed from blue to white, and then from white to black, changing several times, and finally crawled to the feet of the young king with a pale face, expressing his willingness to tell everything he knew, and trembling Swear that he is willing to testify against the master behind him.

Priest Seth's heavy cough woke up the whole room, who were dumbfounded and stared at the young Pharaoh's unexplainable smile.

Under Seth's scolding, they retreated in a daze full of doubts.

The king is smiling, he is actually smiling, he is not smiling at the king's brother, but at the assassin! ! !

...Although that smile made me feel chills for some reason.

Are we dreaming, or are we dreaming, or are we dreaming——

The Pharaoh, who habitually used his own means to deal with the matter and returned from the underworld, also came to his senses amid Seth's heavy coughing.

Suffered, subconsciously——

The boy king with purple pupils pressed his head.

Unknowingly--

"king……"

Priest Seth's hand trembled because his extreme patience was on the verge of breaking out, and trembled again.

If it wasn't for the fear that people outside would hear him trying his best to lower his voice, his roar might shake the whole room.

"Please don't behave in ways that are completely different from what you 'used' to do. Don't you understand! How many times do we have to say that!"

The young king continued to press his head, and turned his head to the side, completely ignoring the angry scolding of the big priest with a livid face.

He also has a headache.

He vaguely remembers that 3000 years ago, he used the coercion of power in a straightforward way to exercise the kingship. After all, he was immature at the time, and he was such a tough personality who didn't know how to turn around when he was indoctrinated to be a king.

In fact, Yatum's mind is no worse than anyone else's. It's just that as a pharaoh, he had absolute power and was too lazy to move his mind and got used to being tough and straightforward.

However, in the underworld, I fought with the dark-bellied guy Osiris, the god of the underworld, for more than ten years, and then spent 300 years in ancient Egypt with those pharaohs who always doubted his origin, and finally lost his memory. Three years of tossing and tossing with those so-called elders who deceived him and wanted him to be a puppet——

Well, he has been thoroughly tempered, he is thoroughly mature, he knows that he has fully mastered it, and he is completely used to making people unable to guess his own mind, and he is good at using a slap and a sweet date to reward and punish, and to control people in applause in various ways... …

It is impossible for him to return to his previous personality now.

Although he did have the memory of being a pharaoh, it was all many years ago, and at most he only had a vague memory. How could he remember his actions at that time so clearly.

This is as difficult as trying to change a twenty-year-old man back to his ten-year-old personality.

"There is no need to reward the subordinates."

"..."

"No false color to anyone."

"..."

"Kill anyone who tries to get close to you."

"..."

"In short, all you need to do is show your face and show your temper to others!"

The future boy king pressed his head again.

What a tangled personality you were 3000 years ago...

The palace on this side is still in chaos, and on the other side, in the underground slave field of the palace of the evil god.

Accidentally woke up when the horse thief destroyed the city, but lost his memory because of the serious injury, and finally sold here as slaves with other young men in the city, but accidentally met the young pharaoh who met his own brother standing in the blood, with cold eyes Make everyone shudder.

Blood dripped to the ground along a short dagger in his hand.

The game that rushed to see Yatum surrounded by the crowd in the snow, and the people lying on the ground moaning in pain, immediately wanted to rush over anxiously.

"Kaya, don't go there!"

The girl on the side grabbed his hand with a shocked expression on her face.

"Although he is your brother, he doesn't recognize you anymore, does he? He will kill whoever gets close to him now, and you will definitely be killed by him in the past!"