Pharaoh
Chapter 263
The young king of Egypt was standing in front of the table, a strand of sharp blond hair brushed past his handsome light brown cheek.
His hand holding the pen paused in the air for a moment, then fell down again.
The nib of the pen marked several places on the map laid out on the table.
Then, the young king raised his head and looked at his great priests. The ruby-like pupils that had been burned in the fire turned out to be ice-cold that was quickly frozen on the ice and snow after being burned.
The eyes of the great priests watching below were emotionless, unable to reveal the slightest emotion of the young king.
"Go on."
The young Pharaoh spoke calmly, lowered his head again, and pressed the slightly rolled edge of the map on the table with his left hand.
"It can infinitely expand the darkest ambitions and desires in the human heart, so that the person is controlled by negative emotions... That is actually the evil dark magic used by evil gods to control the host in ancient times."
"Most of the hosts chosen by the evil god went crazy and embarked on the path of self-destruction."
Mahat's voice was very low, but it was exceptionally clear in this empty and silent room.
"Wangdi will not be affected by this evil force, but for others, it is a fatal and irresistible temptation."
"Had was corrupted by this evil force."
He said, "According to what he said, it was not long ago that the messenger of the evil god came to see him on his own initiative and tempted him to say that as long as you get rid of you, he will be king."
Mahat thought for a while, then added, "There is also that woman, she also seems to have been corroded by evil forces, but it is not as serious as Hader."
"So, king, it is best to clean this city, because we are not sure how many people in this city have been corroded by the dark power of the evil god."
The young king of Egypt was silent and did not answer.
After pondering for a while, he rolled up the map on the table, and casually threw the pen in his right hand onto the table.
"Isis, I leave this matter to you."
He said the meaning was obvious.
It is better to kill the wrong than to let it go.
The remnants of this city must be washed with blood.
Then, he raised his hand and threw the rolled up map to Mahat.
"Send people to investigate these locations, and if there is no situation, let the army station as soon as possible, and arrange for the transfer of local residents."
After explaining everything, the young Pharaoh turned sideways and walked towards the bedroom beside him. The golden hair that swept up still made it difficult to see the expression on his face at the moment.
"I'm going to rest for half a day."
So, don't bother him if there is nothing important to do.
He strode towards the side door, the bright red cloak flying behind him like wings spreading behind him.
The gold earrings that shook violently due to the sudden turn around hit the gold ornaments on the light brown neck, making a crisp impact sound.
Isis and Mahat watched the young king leave, then looked at each other, and then looked away.
They left the room and walked out along the long corridor side by side.
The whole journey was silent, and both of them looked dispirited, each had their own concerns, and they didn't even have the desire to talk.
After a while, Mahat let out a long sigh, and finally couldn't help but speak first.
"I don't know what's going on with Brother Wang..."
He murmured a few words to himself, but saw Isis beside him frowning with his head down, and his face was full of thoughts.
"what happened to you?"
Mahat asked, he found it strange that Isis, who had always been resourceful and resourceful, looked so confused and anxious at this moment.
"Is there any problem that our wise priestess can't figure out? Cleaning up the remnants of the city is not very difficult for you, right?"
Probably wanting to ease the dull and uncomfortable atmosphere at the moment, Mahat tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible.
Ok……
In fact, Priest Mahat didn't know anything about the king's private actions without telling him, but Isis could guess this kind of thing, and he was somewhat dissatisfied. "I'm not thinking about that."
Obviously not in the mood to chat and laugh with Mahat at this moment, Isis still frowned tightly, and replied with a heavy heart, "I was just thinking... the current king of thieves is essentially a monster and is not suitable to be the king of humans. I can understand that the evil god wants to establish another puppet king."
When she said this, she paused for a while, and seemed to be a little hesitant, but she continued to speak after all.
"I just don't understand, why would the evil god choose someone like Hader?"
Why didn't the evil god choose an existence that was strong enough to oppose the pharaoh.
Do not……
If it's that person...the person who cares about Wang Di as much as Wang...
That person once said that he had no intention of taking the throne, and she believed that with that person's arrogance, she would not back down.
However, if the evil god threatened the younger brother, would that person...
Is it really good that the high priest Simon persuaded the king to hand over the military power of Lower Egypt to that person so easily?
Isis was worried here, but Mahat at the side didn't think so much, so he opened his mouth to express his thoughts.
"Maybe that's not what the evil god meant, but the so-called messenger made his own claim?"
"Perhaps so."
Isis replied lightly, but still frowned tightly, obviously not agreeing with Mahat's answer.
It's just that she couldn't come to a conclusion after thinking hard for a long time, so she could only sigh and put it behind her mind.
After all, there are still many things that need to be busy now, and there is no room for her to slack off.
Since both the king and the high priest trust that person and the military power has been handed over, she has no other choice but to hope that person will not betray their trust...
Exhaling deeply, Isis expelled all those wild thoughts from his mind.
On the light brown slender neck with graceful lines, the gold jewelry in the shape of the Eye of Horus clinging to the soft skin shone with pure golden light in the sun, illuminating her cheeks.
The heavy look on Priestess's beautiful face dissipated, and she became as calm and indifferent as usual.
The end of the corridor was just ahead, and her subordinates were waiting outside.
In front of those people, she will always be and must be a calm and fearless great priest.
A figure hurriedly appeared at the door of the corridor, and both Mahat and Isis subconsciously stopped.
And the person who was running towards this side slowed down after noticing the two of them, and finally stopped in front of them.
After a night, the face of the great priest with sky-colored pupils became even colder.
He turned his head to look at Mahat and the others, with a blank expression, just nodded slightly as a signal, and then took another big step to pass the two of them.
"Seth." Mahat stopped Seth, who was going to go forward, and asked, "Are you going to see the king?"
Seth stopped, looked sideways, and nodded.
"The flood of the Nile washed away the road, and there was a problem with the transportation of grain and grass in the rear."
He frowned and said, "We must ask the king to send more soldiers to repair the washed-out road as soon as possible."
"I can decide to allow this kind of thing."
Isis on the side said, "Seth, you don't need to report to the king, you just go back and make arrangements."
She still wanted to speak and tell Seth what happened last night, but was interrupted by Seth.
"Although Isis, you have the right to make decisions about this matter, I have the obligation to report all matters related to military affairs to the king."
Seth replied with a cold face, then turned around and wanted to leave again.
"Set!"
Only this time, Mahat, who was standing beside him, reached out and stopped him again.
Mahat said disapprovingly, "I told you that you don't need to see the king."
He said, "And the king is not here now."
As soon as these words came out, the face of the great priest Seth changed, and the eyes were filled with a faint and forcibly suppressed anger.
"……not here?"
He approached Mahat and asked in an almost questioning tone.
"So where is the king now?!"
Oh, by the way, Seth hasn't been notified of what happened last night.
Mahat suddenly remembered this and replied casually: "Wang didn't sleep all night, just went back to rest..."
"Too outrageous!"
Seth, who could no longer suppress his anger after only listening to Mahat's half a sentence, suddenly became furious, interrupting what Mahat wanted to explain to him about the city lord Hader.
Mahat looked at Seth with a livid face in surprise, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say because he couldn't react.
Seth stared at them with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.
"The war is just around the corner, and it's still so lewd! Is the king going to let Egypt die? Are you just letting him mess around like this?—"
"You surpass Seth!"
Set's rambunctious swearing was interrupted by a sharp rebuke filled with anger.
The slender priestess stood alone with a solemn expression, and her eyes staring at Seth were even more chilly.
At this moment, a beautiful face seemed to be coming under pressure, exuding a frightening courage, making people shy away.
Seth paused, as if he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he held back and didn't speak again.
But even though he kept his mouth shut, there was an obvious expression of reluctance on his face.
"... Mrs. Wang let me down."
He said, snorted heavily, ignored Mahat and the others, turned around and strode away, and his back quickly disappeared from Mahat's sight.
"Seth is getting impatient."
Watching Seth leave, Mahat couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"Although everyone is a little restless in the current situation, but he is not like this..."
He complained so much, and looked back at Isis, "Let Seth calm down by himself first, and I will tell him about Hader at noon."
Isis hesitated for a moment, remembering that today he and Mahat still had some important tasks assigned by the pharaoh to do quickly, so he nodded, said goodbye to Mahat, turned around and left in a hurry.
-
When the scorching sun shines on the land of Egypt, the dazzling sunlight falls into the bedroom of the young pharaoh through the half-open skylight, filling the whole room with exceptional brightness.
In the closed room, only the boy king was there.
The pure gold building blocks lay on the head of the bed, reflecting the sunlight and shining golden light.
Yatum lay sideways on the bed, his right hand bent sideways to support his head.
The sharp gaze from the crimson pupils looked at the empty front, but it seemed to be looking at a distant place through the air.
Although my body was exhausted from the sleepless days and I decided to come back to rest for a while, but now I couldn't fall asleep again and again for some reason.
Unconsciously, Atum groped towards his chest with his left hand.
The slender fingertips rubbed and caressed the gold ring hanging on the light brown skin of the chest exposed by taking off the gold jewelry almost habitually.
The golden ring that has been reforged several times after being burned in the fire still hangs quietly around his neck.
In the next second, the young king suddenly realized what his fingers were doing unconsciously.
He was slightly taken aback, seemed a little puzzled, a little troubled, and a little bit unwilling.
He let go of his hand abruptly, allowing the golden ring that Ben was playing with in his fingers to fall down again, and half fell into the soft bed in front of him.
The young pharaoh got down on his knees, buried most of his face on the pillow in a fit of anger, and closed his eyes not to look at the ring.
He closed his eyes and breathed evenly.
He was lying on his side, his body motionless, only the slender eyelashes were slightly shaken by the breeze occasionally.
The room was very quiet, and the Boy King seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The golden forehead hair was scattered on the light brown handsome face, and the brows were slightly frowned, as if he didn't sleep very comfortably.
In front of him lying on his side, the golden ring that was half buried in the soft bed quilt refracted the sun's rays, and a bright light flashed on the edge.
Not long after, conversations rang out from outside the room.
Then there was the sound of a very soft door being pushed open.
Someone came in from the outside, turned and closed the door.
The man's movements were very gentle, as if he was worried that the noise would wake up the sleeping Pharaoh.
In this silent room, only two low breathing sounds of different frequencies could be heard for a long time.
Then finally, the man made a move.
He walked towards the young king, and when he reached the edge of the bed, he bent down slightly.
He looks like he's trying to wake up a sleeping pharaoh.
It was a hand that was suddenly raised high——
The cold light of a cold blade flashed across the air——
The sharp blade pierced down fiercely, and the entire blade didn't penetrate——
The snow-white quilt was thrown up abruptly, wrapping its soft body around the face of the man holding the dagger.
The boy Wang, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the bed, turned over vigorously the moment he threw the sheet at the assassin.
He reached out and grabbed the sharp dagger that had been hidden under the pillow, and pulled it out abruptly.
The short sword that was stabbing at him was suddenly slanted because its owner was caught off guard, and stabbed from the place where the young king who had turned up was almost in front of the eyelashes, and the entire blade of the sword fell into the bed .
And the moment the young king leaned over to the bedside and grasped the dagger under the pillow, he took advantage of the situation and ruthlessly kicked the assassin away.
Then the young pharaoh leaped out of bed, the muscles in his shoulders tensed and ready to explode.
An invisible force radiated from his body, almost suffocating.
With a wave of his hand, the sharp dagger in his hand slashed open the cloth curtain that was hanging in front of his eyes and blocked his sight. His pupils that were burning like flames stared at the assassin leaning against the wall without blinking.
The unpleasant noise in the room caused the keen guards outside the door to break in immediately reflexively.
Followed by the intrusion was the great priest Mahat who had just finished the task assigned by the pharaoh and came here waiting to report to him.
He hurried in worriedly, with undisguised anger on his face.
But when he raised his eyes, the panic, worry and anger in Mahat's eyes turned into astonishment.
He stared blankly at the assassin, his face turned pale in an instant.
The assassin was kicked out by the Boy King, and his back hit the wall and shook.
In the next second, he had stabilized his body and threw off the snow-white sheet that blocked his sight.
The man raised his head, and it was a face that was extremely familiar to everyone present but unbelievable.
King's loyal servant.
Great priest of Egypt.
The holder of the golden scepter chosen by the gods.
"Seth—?!"
Ignoring the people who shouted their names in astonishment, the young priest who had just intended to kill the pharaoh just stared straight at the pharaoh who was staring at him expressionlessly.
In the depths of the blue pupils in the sky, strange, invisible black flames were burning faintly.
"You are not enough to rule Egypt, I can't watch you lead Egypt to destruction."
He said that there was a ferocious look on his handsome cheeks, and the blade of the black dagger in his hand shone with a cold brilliance in the darkness.
"If you can't do it, let me do it."
Seth stared at the young Pharaoh with a proud face, cold eyes, and a cold tone.
He said, "Let me be the pharaoh!"
His hand holding the pen paused in the air for a moment, then fell down again.
The nib of the pen marked several places on the map laid out on the table.
Then, the young king raised his head and looked at his great priests. The ruby-like pupils that had been burned in the fire turned out to be ice-cold that was quickly frozen on the ice and snow after being burned.
The eyes of the great priests watching below were emotionless, unable to reveal the slightest emotion of the young king.
"Go on."
The young Pharaoh spoke calmly, lowered his head again, and pressed the slightly rolled edge of the map on the table with his left hand.
"It can infinitely expand the darkest ambitions and desires in the human heart, so that the person is controlled by negative emotions... That is actually the evil dark magic used by evil gods to control the host in ancient times."
"Most of the hosts chosen by the evil god went crazy and embarked on the path of self-destruction."
Mahat's voice was very low, but it was exceptionally clear in this empty and silent room.
"Wangdi will not be affected by this evil force, but for others, it is a fatal and irresistible temptation."
"Had was corrupted by this evil force."
He said, "According to what he said, it was not long ago that the messenger of the evil god came to see him on his own initiative and tempted him to say that as long as you get rid of you, he will be king."
Mahat thought for a while, then added, "There is also that woman, she also seems to have been corroded by evil forces, but it is not as serious as Hader."
"So, king, it is best to clean this city, because we are not sure how many people in this city have been corroded by the dark power of the evil god."
The young king of Egypt was silent and did not answer.
After pondering for a while, he rolled up the map on the table, and casually threw the pen in his right hand onto the table.
"Isis, I leave this matter to you."
He said the meaning was obvious.
It is better to kill the wrong than to let it go.
The remnants of this city must be washed with blood.
Then, he raised his hand and threw the rolled up map to Mahat.
"Send people to investigate these locations, and if there is no situation, let the army station as soon as possible, and arrange for the transfer of local residents."
After explaining everything, the young Pharaoh turned sideways and walked towards the bedroom beside him. The golden hair that swept up still made it difficult to see the expression on his face at the moment.
"I'm going to rest for half a day."
So, don't bother him if there is nothing important to do.
He strode towards the side door, the bright red cloak flying behind him like wings spreading behind him.
The gold earrings that shook violently due to the sudden turn around hit the gold ornaments on the light brown neck, making a crisp impact sound.
Isis and Mahat watched the young king leave, then looked at each other, and then looked away.
They left the room and walked out along the long corridor side by side.
The whole journey was silent, and both of them looked dispirited, each had their own concerns, and they didn't even have the desire to talk.
After a while, Mahat let out a long sigh, and finally couldn't help but speak first.
"I don't know what's going on with Brother Wang..."
He murmured a few words to himself, but saw Isis beside him frowning with his head down, and his face was full of thoughts.
"what happened to you?"
Mahat asked, he found it strange that Isis, who had always been resourceful and resourceful, looked so confused and anxious at this moment.
"Is there any problem that our wise priestess can't figure out? Cleaning up the remnants of the city is not very difficult for you, right?"
Probably wanting to ease the dull and uncomfortable atmosphere at the moment, Mahat tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible.
Ok……
In fact, Priest Mahat didn't know anything about the king's private actions without telling him, but Isis could guess this kind of thing, and he was somewhat dissatisfied. "I'm not thinking about that."
Obviously not in the mood to chat and laugh with Mahat at this moment, Isis still frowned tightly, and replied with a heavy heart, "I was just thinking... the current king of thieves is essentially a monster and is not suitable to be the king of humans. I can understand that the evil god wants to establish another puppet king."
When she said this, she paused for a while, and seemed to be a little hesitant, but she continued to speak after all.
"I just don't understand, why would the evil god choose someone like Hader?"
Why didn't the evil god choose an existence that was strong enough to oppose the pharaoh.
Do not……
If it's that person...the person who cares about Wang Di as much as Wang...
That person once said that he had no intention of taking the throne, and she believed that with that person's arrogance, she would not back down.
However, if the evil god threatened the younger brother, would that person...
Is it really good that the high priest Simon persuaded the king to hand over the military power of Lower Egypt to that person so easily?
Isis was worried here, but Mahat at the side didn't think so much, so he opened his mouth to express his thoughts.
"Maybe that's not what the evil god meant, but the so-called messenger made his own claim?"
"Perhaps so."
Isis replied lightly, but still frowned tightly, obviously not agreeing with Mahat's answer.
It's just that she couldn't come to a conclusion after thinking hard for a long time, so she could only sigh and put it behind her mind.
After all, there are still many things that need to be busy now, and there is no room for her to slack off.
Since both the king and the high priest trust that person and the military power has been handed over, she has no other choice but to hope that person will not betray their trust...
Exhaling deeply, Isis expelled all those wild thoughts from his mind.
On the light brown slender neck with graceful lines, the gold jewelry in the shape of the Eye of Horus clinging to the soft skin shone with pure golden light in the sun, illuminating her cheeks.
The heavy look on Priestess's beautiful face dissipated, and she became as calm and indifferent as usual.
The end of the corridor was just ahead, and her subordinates were waiting outside.
In front of those people, she will always be and must be a calm and fearless great priest.
A figure hurriedly appeared at the door of the corridor, and both Mahat and Isis subconsciously stopped.
And the person who was running towards this side slowed down after noticing the two of them, and finally stopped in front of them.
After a night, the face of the great priest with sky-colored pupils became even colder.
He turned his head to look at Mahat and the others, with a blank expression, just nodded slightly as a signal, and then took another big step to pass the two of them.
"Seth." Mahat stopped Seth, who was going to go forward, and asked, "Are you going to see the king?"
Seth stopped, looked sideways, and nodded.
"The flood of the Nile washed away the road, and there was a problem with the transportation of grain and grass in the rear."
He frowned and said, "We must ask the king to send more soldiers to repair the washed-out road as soon as possible."
"I can decide to allow this kind of thing."
Isis on the side said, "Seth, you don't need to report to the king, you just go back and make arrangements."
She still wanted to speak and tell Seth what happened last night, but was interrupted by Seth.
"Although Isis, you have the right to make decisions about this matter, I have the obligation to report all matters related to military affairs to the king."
Seth replied with a cold face, then turned around and wanted to leave again.
"Set!"
Only this time, Mahat, who was standing beside him, reached out and stopped him again.
Mahat said disapprovingly, "I told you that you don't need to see the king."
He said, "And the king is not here now."
As soon as these words came out, the face of the great priest Seth changed, and the eyes were filled with a faint and forcibly suppressed anger.
"……not here?"
He approached Mahat and asked in an almost questioning tone.
"So where is the king now?!"
Oh, by the way, Seth hasn't been notified of what happened last night.
Mahat suddenly remembered this and replied casually: "Wang didn't sleep all night, just went back to rest..."
"Too outrageous!"
Seth, who could no longer suppress his anger after only listening to Mahat's half a sentence, suddenly became furious, interrupting what Mahat wanted to explain to him about the city lord Hader.
Mahat looked at Seth with a livid face in surprise, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say because he couldn't react.
Seth stared at them with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.
"The war is just around the corner, and it's still so lewd! Is the king going to let Egypt die? Are you just letting him mess around like this?—"
"You surpass Seth!"
Set's rambunctious swearing was interrupted by a sharp rebuke filled with anger.
The slender priestess stood alone with a solemn expression, and her eyes staring at Seth were even more chilly.
At this moment, a beautiful face seemed to be coming under pressure, exuding a frightening courage, making people shy away.
Seth paused, as if he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he held back and didn't speak again.
But even though he kept his mouth shut, there was an obvious expression of reluctance on his face.
"... Mrs. Wang let me down."
He said, snorted heavily, ignored Mahat and the others, turned around and strode away, and his back quickly disappeared from Mahat's sight.
"Seth is getting impatient."
Watching Seth leave, Mahat couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"Although everyone is a little restless in the current situation, but he is not like this..."
He complained so much, and looked back at Isis, "Let Seth calm down by himself first, and I will tell him about Hader at noon."
Isis hesitated for a moment, remembering that today he and Mahat still had some important tasks assigned by the pharaoh to do quickly, so he nodded, said goodbye to Mahat, turned around and left in a hurry.
-
When the scorching sun shines on the land of Egypt, the dazzling sunlight falls into the bedroom of the young pharaoh through the half-open skylight, filling the whole room with exceptional brightness.
In the closed room, only the boy king was there.
The pure gold building blocks lay on the head of the bed, reflecting the sunlight and shining golden light.
Yatum lay sideways on the bed, his right hand bent sideways to support his head.
The sharp gaze from the crimson pupils looked at the empty front, but it seemed to be looking at a distant place through the air.
Although my body was exhausted from the sleepless days and I decided to come back to rest for a while, but now I couldn't fall asleep again and again for some reason.
Unconsciously, Atum groped towards his chest with his left hand.
The slender fingertips rubbed and caressed the gold ring hanging on the light brown skin of the chest exposed by taking off the gold jewelry almost habitually.
The golden ring that has been reforged several times after being burned in the fire still hangs quietly around his neck.
In the next second, the young king suddenly realized what his fingers were doing unconsciously.
He was slightly taken aback, seemed a little puzzled, a little troubled, and a little bit unwilling.
He let go of his hand abruptly, allowing the golden ring that Ben was playing with in his fingers to fall down again, and half fell into the soft bed in front of him.
The young pharaoh got down on his knees, buried most of his face on the pillow in a fit of anger, and closed his eyes not to look at the ring.
He closed his eyes and breathed evenly.
He was lying on his side, his body motionless, only the slender eyelashes were slightly shaken by the breeze occasionally.
The room was very quiet, and the Boy King seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The golden forehead hair was scattered on the light brown handsome face, and the brows were slightly frowned, as if he didn't sleep very comfortably.
In front of him lying on his side, the golden ring that was half buried in the soft bed quilt refracted the sun's rays, and a bright light flashed on the edge.
Not long after, conversations rang out from outside the room.
Then there was the sound of a very soft door being pushed open.
Someone came in from the outside, turned and closed the door.
The man's movements were very gentle, as if he was worried that the noise would wake up the sleeping Pharaoh.
In this silent room, only two low breathing sounds of different frequencies could be heard for a long time.
Then finally, the man made a move.
He walked towards the young king, and when he reached the edge of the bed, he bent down slightly.
He looks like he's trying to wake up a sleeping pharaoh.
It was a hand that was suddenly raised high——
The cold light of a cold blade flashed across the air——
The sharp blade pierced down fiercely, and the entire blade didn't penetrate——
The snow-white quilt was thrown up abruptly, wrapping its soft body around the face of the man holding the dagger.
The boy Wang, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the bed, turned over vigorously the moment he threw the sheet at the assassin.
He reached out and grabbed the sharp dagger that had been hidden under the pillow, and pulled it out abruptly.
The short sword that was stabbing at him was suddenly slanted because its owner was caught off guard, and stabbed from the place where the young king who had turned up was almost in front of the eyelashes, and the entire blade of the sword fell into the bed .
And the moment the young king leaned over to the bedside and grasped the dagger under the pillow, he took advantage of the situation and ruthlessly kicked the assassin away.
Then the young pharaoh leaped out of bed, the muscles in his shoulders tensed and ready to explode.
An invisible force radiated from his body, almost suffocating.
With a wave of his hand, the sharp dagger in his hand slashed open the cloth curtain that was hanging in front of his eyes and blocked his sight. His pupils that were burning like flames stared at the assassin leaning against the wall without blinking.
The unpleasant noise in the room caused the keen guards outside the door to break in immediately reflexively.
Followed by the intrusion was the great priest Mahat who had just finished the task assigned by the pharaoh and came here waiting to report to him.
He hurried in worriedly, with undisguised anger on his face.
But when he raised his eyes, the panic, worry and anger in Mahat's eyes turned into astonishment.
He stared blankly at the assassin, his face turned pale in an instant.
The assassin was kicked out by the Boy King, and his back hit the wall and shook.
In the next second, he had stabilized his body and threw off the snow-white sheet that blocked his sight.
The man raised his head, and it was a face that was extremely familiar to everyone present but unbelievable.
King's loyal servant.
Great priest of Egypt.
The holder of the golden scepter chosen by the gods.
"Seth—?!"
Ignoring the people who shouted their names in astonishment, the young priest who had just intended to kill the pharaoh just stared straight at the pharaoh who was staring at him expressionlessly.
In the depths of the blue pupils in the sky, strange, invisible black flames were burning faintly.
"You are not enough to rule Egypt, I can't watch you lead Egypt to destruction."
He said that there was a ferocious look on his handsome cheeks, and the blade of the black dagger in his hand shone with a cold brilliance in the darkness.
"If you can't do it, let me do it."
Seth stared at the young Pharaoh with a proud face, cold eyes, and a cold tone.
He said, "Let me be the pharaoh!"
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