Pharaoh

The room is extremely quiet.

The handsome boy Wang Duan with fiery crimson pupils sat on the seat, with a cold face, which naturally gave people a sense of coercion.From time to time, priests or officials stepped forward, bent down, whispered something to him quickly, or respectfully handed over the rolled paper in their hands.

The young pharaoh listened to his subordinates with a blank face, and always gave instructions quickly after a little thought.And everyone who received the instructions retreated respectfully without any objection, and only turned around and left here quickly after retreating a sufficient distance.

No one dared to run here, but all were swinging their legs so fast that they walked faster than they could run.

Come like the wind, go like the wind.

There are countless people here.

In addition to the guards and maids, only the three great priests, Mahat, Isis and Seth, have been staying here.

They were also surrounded by a lot of people, and a large part of those people withdrew after receiving the instructions from the priests, and a small number of them could only approach the young pharaoh after getting permission from the priests.

Apparently, most of the trivial matters were handled by a few high priests who were reused by the pharaoh.What they can't decide can be further submitted to the Pharaoh for decision.

Even so, there was a long line of people waiting to speak to the Pharaoh, and it showed no signs of abating.

Although it seemed to be extremely quiet, only occasionally the voice of the priest giving orders or reprimanding his subordinates could be heard in a low voice.

But as long as you take a step inside, you can completely feel the taut strings in the air in the room.

Wow--

The young brother Wang, who came to this place for the first time, sighed silently in his heart.

This is the legendary battlefield without gunpowder.

He also wanted to take a closer look at this central place that ruled Egypt.

However, just as he took a step forward, his feet froze in place in the suddenly silent room.

That seemed to be a second of time pause. The crowd who were rushing to and fro stopped in the same place as if they had made an appointment, and their eyes were all focused on him.

The great priest with azure pupils, who was standing with Isis and discussing something in a low voice, frowned and walked towards him aggressively.

Uh... at this time, it's better to retreat first, right?

Standing at the door and gathering everyone's attention, the young Egyptian prince thought so.

If it wasn't for the female officer who served him, she said that the Pharaoh told him to come here when it was close to noon...

To be honest, he really didn't adapt to this environment.

"Brother Wang, are you lost?"

The young priest with thorns in his words and ice in his eyes was already standing in front of him.

His tall body stood in front of the king of Egypt like a mountain, blocking his way forward.

"This is not a place for you to play, why don't you go back to your room first?"

The implication is that you can't come in this place, where do you come and go, we are so busy here that we don't have time to play with you.

I didn't want to come at all.

Resisting the urge to curl his lips and roll his eyes, the young king of Egypt raised his right hand to signal Seth to shut up.

"I'll leave right now."

he said, taking a step back.

Take another step back and you can step out of this room.

"come over."

Two words that were clear, decisive and resolute came from above.

While successfully cutting off the young prince's thoughts of trying to take the best policy, he also successfully turned the face of the high priest Seth, who had just begun to improve, to black again.

However, after a little hesitation, he finally gritted his teeth and turned sideways to get out of the way.

The words of the Pharaoh of Egypt cannot be disobeyed by anyone.

Seth stepped aside, so the young brother's line of sight was unobstructed.

On the high throne, the young pharaoh with crimson pupils sat.

"come over."

He repeated it again, staring at his brother with flaming eyes, ignoring the others.

The young king of Egypt walked forward, and the crowd subconsciously made way for him to go straight to his brother.

He was a little helpless.

Because I can still feel the piercing gaze of someone behind me.

Even if he didn't look back, he would know who sent that gaze.

Although he has long been used to Seth's temper, he doesn't care...

But he would also find it annoying to always look at Seth's face of dying, okay?

Walking up the steps and approaching the throne, he wisely stopped about a foot away from his brother.

Going forward is not a place he can enter.

There is a long table with papyrus files and books between him and his brother.

He thought, this distance is just right.

The young Pharaoh, who was still sitting, glanced at him, and a light brown hand suddenly stretched out in his direction.

You Yu was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to hold the light brown hand that was stretched out to him.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to be infected by the tense atmosphere in this space and became strangely serious.

It seems...too exaggerated...

Thinking of this, the young Wangdi couldn't help laughing.

Facing the cold crimson pupils, his big light purple eyes were bent into the arc of the moon.

This sudden smile caused nearly a hundred eyes of everyone around to focus on the two of them.

The young Pharaoh, who had long been used to seeing everyone as nothing, only looked at his younger brother standing in front of him with a tender smile in his crimson eyes.

It's just that this kind of situation made the young Wangdi a little uncomfortable.

Although the game was once known as the Duel King, and had the experience of being the focus of attention, but for some reason, he seemed to be unable to get used to it by nature, and even rejected this kind of scene.

So, he let go of his brother Wang's hand and took it back.

The young Pharaoh did not stop him, but let go of his hand in obedience to his will.

However, in the next second, the young king suddenly stood up from the throne.

Stretching his hands under his arms, he lifted him high in the air at once.

"Wang, brother Wang—?"

The sudden weightlessness of being lifted into the air made him subconsciously lean forward.

He waved his hand helplessly in the air a few times, and put it on the young king's shoulder, using it to stabilize the balance of his body suspended in the air.

The young king who lifted him up suddenly carried him in from outside the table and put him beside him.

Looking at the lavender eyes that looked at him wide with a little fright, the young pharaoh stroked his brother's soft hair.

"Sit here and wait."

Said the young Pharaoh, raising his hand to signal to the maid behind him to bring a small plate of cut fruit and put it in front of his king brother.

Then he turned away and continued to deal with the affairs of Egypt.

As the first person who was lucky enough to eat fruit in the Pharaoh's administration room, the young king didn't think he was lucky at all.

The eyes of the High Priest Seth below were breathing fire at him.

While looking around boredly, he stuffed the fresh and sweet pulp into his mouth.

The room returned to the bustling scene before he came in, but when everyone came to the young pharaoh's side, they would sneak a glance at him unconsciously.

What's good about me is not two heads and six hands.

Feeling that he was being regarded as a rare animal and watched by others, the young Wangdi curled his lips and began to feel uncomfortable.

It was boring to stay here, and he has no interest in the busy things of those people.

He tilted his head and gently tugged on his brother Wang's dark blue cloak.

The young pharaoh is confessing something to an official.

Although he felt movement behind him, he didn't look back.

As he continued to talk, he put down the paper roll he was holding in his left hand, stretched it out backwards, and grabbed the white-skinned hand that was tugging at the corner of his clothes restlessly.

His light brown hand squeezed his brother's hand hard as a warning, signaling him to be quiet.

So the hand that was grabbed by him let him hold it obediently, and didn't move anymore.

After the order given to the officials was over, the young Pharaoh turned his head, silently inquiring with his crimson pupils, and looking expectantly at his brother with his big violet-toned eyes.

"Brother Wang, can I go first..."

He had only spoken half of what he had said and was interrupted neatly.

"Sit."

Two words, categorically.

How many of the young princes who started to understand the alter ego of his character now as Pharaoh started to have a headache.

The young king's expression at this moment clearly has no room for change, and it is estimated that no matter how hard he is, it will be useless.

But sitting here is really boring.

And Seth's eyes are really stinging...

Just thinking about it, he saw Seth walking forward.

It looked like he couldn't take it anymore.

The young Wangdi squinted his eyes and thought.

That's fine, let Seth have a big fight and he can just use this to get away.

However, in this way, Seth seems to be in bad luck again...

Isis suddenly stepped forward, blocking Seth's direction.

The beautiful priestess bowed respectfully to the young pharaoh with her usual calm and composed posture.

Noticing her actions, the boy king nodded and motioned for her to speak.

"The only people who can handle Egypt's internal affairs are members of the Egyptian royal family who have the blood of God."

Priestess started with such a sentence, and most people looked at her blankly.

They didn't understand why this priestess known for her wisdom would say such nonsense.

"For a long time, the only direct bloodline of the Wang family is Wang alone."

"Therefore, when the king leaves the royal city to inspect the territory of Egypt, or when a sudden riot or a neighboring country's invasion requires the king to go out in person, the royal city remains vacant."

"There is no one from the royal family who sits in the king's city. Even if he is a great priest who should assist the king in handling government affairs, he has no right to issue orders."

"At times like this, there will be problems where government affairs are concentrated in the royal city and cannot be dealt with as soon as possible."

Said the priestess with beautiful eyes like an oasis.

"Please order the king to allow His Royal Highness to assist you in handling Egypt's internal affairs from today on."

"If the king leaves the royal city, His Royal Highness will sit in the palace with the assistance of the great priests."