From Concubine to Pharaoh [Transmigration Book]

Erich guessed Senmut's intentions a little bit, and at the moment she was amused and slightly sympathetic: I have never heard of anyone who was enlightened in this regard through the way of perceiving others.

At this moment, Senmut sat curled up on the deck of the king's ship, his shoulders trembled slightly, his cheeks were red to the tips of his ears, his eyes were closed as much as possible, and he didn't dare to look at Elyse.

"So where are you going after that?"

Alixi had no choice but to add another question to divert the high priest's thinking, lest he cry out on the spot in embarrassment.

However, even with his eyes tightly closed, Senmut's body still involuntarily leaned slightly in Erich's direction——

Because she is too stable, as stable as the ice wall she built with her own hands, it seems to be able to cut off all enthusiasm.At times like this, Senmut couldn't help letting himself rely on her as an anchor.

Finally, the high priest's mood gradually stabilized, and he opened his eyes again, but he just looked at the boat plank under his feet and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

Because of his loyalty to the Egyptian pharaoh, the high priest could not choose to follow Erich - as a priest of Tut, he should be the guardian of the Egyptians.

But... Judging from the situation just now, is that Pharaoh worth following?

In fact, even the guards and attendants who followed Pharaoh here could fully see the king's cowardice and indifference, but they were used to looking up, and they all found reasons to defend Pharaoh in their hearts.

At this moment, Senmut could only answer in a low voice: "I don't know."

"But I think I'll try to leave you..." he began hesitantly.

Alixi immediately responded decisively: "Okay!"

Senmut raised his head in surprise, and looked directly into Erich's eyes again.

The woman's answer was too direct and straightforward, causing a small thorn in the man's heart more or less.

But Erich thinks that since Senmut is unwilling, she doesn't intend to force it.

Senmut has a superb personality and outstanding abilities, but Erich thinks she is not yet able to control him.

Since you can't use it for me, then don't keep it by your side -- just in case it makes trouble.Saying goodbye to each other at this point in time is a good choice for both of you.

"But you lost your evasion, what can I make up for?"

Alicia rolled her eyes, remembering this.

"Princess, thank you for your kindness, you don't need to be too concerned about this matter."

Senmut lowered his eyes modestly, "Before I was underground, I discussed with Karam several times, and he thought there was a way to repair the evasion that was broken in two. Although the effect will be less, but... But after being with you During these days together, I think, I am no longer the me who was easily influenced by others in the past."

"After you leave, I think I will stay here for a while. First, I will be with Kalam and wait for him to help me repair the evasion. Second, I will try to repair the Saqqara palace, at least to properly seal the queen's tomb."

Before leaving Saqqara Palace, Senmut and Erich made a consensus decision: in order not to disturb the peace of the female pharaoh Nitocris.Apart from the original and the other two forks in the hall, they didn't plan to explore any more, nor would they covet the wealth and items with divine power left behind by the Queen.

But now, the tomb of the female pharaoh Nitocris is now located under the original mound, and has lost the disguise of the Saqqara palace, which may attract people with ulterior motives to spy here.

With Senmut's ability, it is not difficult to seal the underground tomb to a certain extent.

Erich expressed her gratitude to Senmut in advance, and affirmed Senmut's knowledge of himself.

"Master High Priest, in my opinion, the time has come for you to leave my anchor and try to use your spiritual power independently."

"Although I can't say that you don't need to avoid it at all from now on. But I can assert that you already have a preliminary part of the ability to control yourself and influence other people's emotions."

"I sincerely hope that you will be able to use this power properly in the future."

Ailixi recalled every bit of the past ten days, and felt that the wave of coming to Saqqara was really not a loss.

This period of time passed without any danger, and she had a preliminary understanding of the essence of the spell——

Conjuration, the Law of Resemblance, and the Law of Contact, and the ability to apply the Law of Resemblance to create spells with their own imprint.

In addition, she also figured out the way Asut is promoted, the conditions required for each promotion, and the consequences of being promoted to a god envoy.

She also preliminarily tamed the rune Ymir, which existed in the world since before the Great Chaos.This rune will undoubtedly be an important source of information on her future path.

But in contrast to Senmut, the high priest's harvest is by no means small——

Although he damaged the protection of the amulet bestowed by God Tut, after training with Anchor for a period of time, Senmut no longer just blindly accepts the influence of other people's emotions on him, but is gradually able to influence others and even manipulate them Emotions.

In addition, he also understood the nature of the spell.

This high priest knew all the spells currently in use in Lower Egypt.The understanding of the law of similarity and contact must be even more powerful for this priest.

Since both parties have gained something, the time spent together in the past is meaningful and worthwhile.

Erich bid farewell to Senmut with a happy mood.

"You...where are you going?"

Senmut finally asked, a suspicious blush on his face.

Aili Xi imagined the other party's question: Is there any place for the first princess, who was abandoned by the pharaoh behind her and never cared about her life and death, to go now?

The answer is yes.

"You're going back to Memphis?"

Even though Senmut has always been more self-cultivated, he couldn't hide his astonishment at this moment, and asked back.

Alicia smiled happily.

She didn't even hide her pride in front of Senmut.

She has absolute certainty——

Back in Memphis, Pharaoh Delos will find that the foreign girl Viola, who he regards as the light of salvation in life, has quietly escaped from his royal court.

In desperation, Delos would chase after him desperately, leaving Memphis, the capital of Lower Egypt, completely empty.

She happened to go back and take a good look at the most important political and economic city in Lower Egypt.

So Alixie left the royal ship and began to order arrangements for returning to Memphis.Sitting on the deck of the boat, Senmut heard the woman ask in a rather pleasant voice: "Everyone, how is your four mixed arithmetic learning?"

Sinai Peninsula, Mahalla, camp of Egyptian troops.

The camp was built near an oasis in the desert, from which several streams gushed merrily, until near the camp they drained completely into the aquifer below.

Therefore, the vicinity of the camp seemed to be dry and there was no water source, but the wells dug into the ground were accurate, and there was sufficient clean water to supply military supplies.

Outside the oasis, there is a complete desert scene. Looking around, there are rolling sand dunes everywhere, and in the distance, there are desolate mountains with almost the same sandy color.

Simple tents set up with linen and reed mats can be seen everywhere.Sentinels in waistcoats and breastplates carried spears and quiveres and were responsible for guarding around the camp.

This place is not far from the coast of the Red Sea, across the sea from the vast and fertile delta of Lower Egypt.Egyptian soldiers stationed here can obtain a steady stream of supplies from the west bank of the Red Sea.

Another group of hunting soldiers has just returned with a full load and is throwing the hunted antelope, wildebeest and wild boar from the backs of camels and horses.

As each piece of prey landed, there was cheering everywhere in the camp, and everyone knew that it would be another good meal tonight.

The sound of horseshoes on the road leading to the coast of the Red Sea at this moment dilutes the joyful mood in the camp.

People looked at the clothes of the people who came from a distance, and whispered to each other, guessing quietly.

"It appears to be a messenger from Memphis."

"Has the king made up his mind to go to war with the Hittites?"

The horse rushed to the camp, and the rider on the horse turned over and dismounted, without stopping a step, he trotted all the way into the camp, leaving the panting horse to the care of the groom.

"General, general... an urgent letter from the great priest."

The curtains between the tents were lifted one by one, guiding the messenger to the general's tent.

Before the last curtain was lifted, a voice coughed heavily.

The surroundings were suddenly completely silent, as if a needle dropped on the ground could be heard clearly.The messenger stopped in his tracks immediately, and even desperately tried to calm his breathing, so as not to disturb the tranquility here with his heavy breathing.

After about ten heartbeats, a voice finally came from inside the curtain: "Is it a letter from the old man?"

The poor messenger suddenly didn't know how to answer: ——he didn't have the guts to call the powerful priest an old man.

"Send it in and have a look!" The person in the tent said with a smile.

The Messenger felt relieved.

Unexpectedly, instead of asking him to deliver the letter, two guards stepped forward immediately.One caught the messenger, the other took the letter, raised the curtain, and walked into the tent.

In the tent, a young man with black hair and dark eyes was leaning lazily on a high-backed chair covered with animal skins, his body was leaning on a wooden low table, his elbows rested on the low table, and his feet were high. The ground is tilted, the soles of the shoes are directed at the person coming.

He was dressed in a rough and casual manner, only wearing leather clothing. Among his shoulders, only the left shoulder was covered with shoulder armor, and his right shoulder and upper body were completely exposed.

His black hair was neatly pressed by a gold press hair inlaid with an eagle's head, and the ends of the hair naturally hung down on his shoulders and back.

The young man's facial features were sharp and handsome, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth added a bit of cynicism to him.

If it is not in the desert where there are only garrisons, but in grasslands, villages, and metropolises, this young man is destined to gain countless favors and hearts.

His brow bone was slightly high, and his two long eyebrows were thick and strong, arching over his dark eyes. In addition, his eyes were wild and unrestrained, which added a bit of vigor to his overly handsome features.

It's just that the pair of thin lips were pressed hard all the time, as if to express disdain, but also as if they were unwilling to confide after being hurt, and would rather suffer in silence alone.

The messenger has been in Memphis all year round and has seen Princess Erich more than once. He naturally recognizes this young man who looks similar to the current first princess. He is the brother of the princess's mother and the general Solan who is stationed at the east gate of the kingdom.

Suo Lansu had the nickname of General Madness.It is said that this is because since he took over the post of general, he has led the frontier army in hundreds of battles without losing a single one.

The general has always taken the lead on the battlefield, is invincible, and never retreats half a step-so he has the right to be crazy.

But if it wasn't for sending the letter, the messenger would not know that he was so crazy.

The young man took the letter with his hand, opened the cover that was also made of papyrus, and complained as he opened it: "Damn old man, send this papyrus letter again if there is nothing to do, don't tell him to send someone to deliver the letter." Is it? What's the matter!"

The messenger suddenly felt terrified, and every word caught his ears, as if reducing his incomparable loyalty and admiration for the great priest: "Dead...dead old man?"

Solan took the letter lazily, took out an amulet decorated with an eagle's head from the leather bag beside him, and silently activated the spell. A letter from afar.

This is a way for nobles to read letters, and the messenger has seen it before—for nobles who don’t read words often, amulets and spells are a must, otherwise, no matter how noble their status is, they will not be able to understand the papyrus letters. Text.

Therefore, it is extremely safe to transmit by letter, unlike the possibility of leaking information or distorting the meaning by the sender.

But the vast majority of nobles cherish this ability extremely.Therefore, Solan is the only person in this world who can criticize the great priest so straightforwardly, saying that he is troublesome and unnecessary.

The messenger silently explained for the great priest: send the letter in this way.Regardless of any secrets, only the sender and the recipient know.

Unexpectedly, Solan yelled loudly in the next moment: "What? Pharaoh wants to kill my sister?"

The shout was so loud that it could be heard in several nearby camps.

The messenger's face froze, and he thought to himself: My lord, why are you yelling about everything?

"My sister has such a bad temper, if you kill her, kill her!"

Solan casually threw the papyrus letter aside.

The letter was written in monk script, even if Solan threw it out, no one in the entire camp could understand it.

But the messenger just listened to this sentence, and he was already dumbfounded: ... the first princess... kill it if you kill it?

Is this what my brother can say?

But no one was surprised by the guards in Solan's tent, as if they knew that their general was merciless.

Who knows that this is not the most damaging and cruel thing that Solan can say.

"However, based on Pharaoh's limp personality, there is absolutely no way for him to watch my sister die—he will send my sister to a dead end first, and then rescue her crying and shouting..."

The messenger has long been dumbfounded.

How can you evaluate His Majesty the decisive Pharaoh like this?

Soft personality...crying and shouting to save people?

The messenger had the urge to put his hands over his ears.

The general claims to be unparalleled in bravery, but he is so outspoken?

Sure enough, he is still young and frivolous!

As expected of the mad general Solan.

The atmosphere in the entire camp was completely nonchalant, as if Memphis had never sent any urgent letters, and no bad news had ever reached the general's ears.

Solan immediately ordered someone to place a messenger and take care of him with food and drink.

However, after the messenger left, Soran ordered his attendants to pick up the papyrus letter, and then left himself alone in the camp.

This military general, who was born in a superior family and held most of the military power in Lower Egypt, looked at the oil lamp on the table in front of him, staring at the swaying flame of the wick, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Alich...the king of the two thrones, the pharaoh of upper and lower Egypt...hahaha, interesting, interesting..."

"My good sister, your fate is really strange!"

Solan thought of this, lit the papyrus letter with an oil lamp, and watched the hieroglyphs that few people could recognize on the yellow paper slowly disappear into the flames.

"It seems that the distance between me and Memphis is indeed farther, and the time has been longer. It's time to get a better understanding of the situation in the capital."

"But...where should we start?"

Soran thought: Looks like he needs an opportunity.

Pharaoh Delos hurried back to Memphis from Saqqara.

Of course, it was impossible for him to know how he was evaluated by Solan—he didn't even know what to do when he saw the princess' family.

Because after Kong Si the Killer launched the attack that day, he left behind his wife and unborn child, and left in a hurry, saying that it was for the stability and prosperity of Egypt as a whole.

Since then, he didn't even have the guts to send someone back to find out about Ailixi, whether she is alive or dead...

He really left the concubine behind like this, and he didn't deal with it at all, and he didn't ask questions at all—not because of hatred, but because of timidity.

On the boat back to Memphis, Delos' heart sank all the way to the bottom.It seemed that everything he saw along the way reminded him how anxious he was on the way here, and how embarrassed he is now.

Fortunately, the pharaoh's self-cultivation is still there. Once Delos shows up with his gloomy and solemn demeanor, he can somewhat stabilize the hearts of the people around him.

The entourage and guards all believed that although the princess did not return with the pharaoh, but the pharaoh was there and the order was in place, Egypt would still follow Ma'at's instructions and be a peaceful and prosperous country.

Memphis Pier is such a place that advocates order.

When the king ship of Pharaoh Delos docked, the water level near the pier had dropped to the normal level during the flood season of the big river, and most of the markings marking the channel were above the water.Ships come and go, all methodically following the correct course.

At this time, the shipping on the big river has resumed by [-]% to [-]%.

Large quantities of barley and wheat were brought out of the granaries and loaded onto grain ships for the various Nomes.This is the life-saving food of each Nome during the flood season, and it is also the means for the royal family to control Lower Egypt.

The fishermen have resumed fishing with nets on the big river, and now they are sending baskets of river fish with the smell of natural water to the shore.

Merchant ships going to various places stopped sailing for a while when the flood was high, but now they have basically recovered.

The ship carried a dizzying amount of goods: bolts of linen, primary colors, dyed in various colors... Papyrus, fruit, honey, a specialty of Egypt, ivory and gold from Nubia... one after another. One, leaving the port in an orderly manner.

When the king ship of Tyros arrived, the pier naturally stopped everything entering and leaving the port.Under the command of the port management officials, the ship made way for the king's ship.

At the same time, whether on shore or on board.Whether it was a native Egyptian boatman or a businessman from a foreign country, they all knelt on one knee on the spot, bowed their heads to avoid the pharaoh's sight, and avoided any rude direct gaze.

Like a silent statue, Delos stood motionless at the bow of the ship, allowing his long black hair to be curled up by the steamy wind and flying in the air with them.

When the king's ship reached the shore and Tylos stood firmly on the shore along the springboard, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Tylos was not a showy person. He stood on the bank with his hands behind his back, turned around, and looked up the river with awe-inspiring eyes.

On the shore is a row of cargo ships that have not yet left the port.All the people on the boat respectfully saluted in the direction of the Pharaoh.

The wind on the big river also frizzed people's hair and blew away the scarves they used to protect themselves from the sun and keep warm.

Even so, in front of Pharaoh, no one dared to make the slightest movement. People could only let their hair blown away. Even if their headscarves flew into the water, they would just lie on the boat planks, follow the boat, follow the rhythm of the waves on the big river, Together.

Delos didn't notice anything unusual, and snorted coldly, and was escorted by the royal guards, and rushed back to the Pharaoh's court.

In the king's court, Delos finally didn't stop for the acacia flower garden - the matter has come to this point, and there is no point in indulging in the past.

However, near the empty courtyard, there was a court maid praying for First Princess Elyse.

So I lit up Elyse's favorite incense—a kind of incense specially made with essential oils of flowers and herbs, which is completely different from the heavy spices commonly used in balms by the Egyptians.

At the moment when he was infested by the scent of incense, Delos suddenly froze on the spot.

He knew something was wrong.

At the Memphis wharf, when he disembarked from the king's boat, there was a faint, characteristic fresh aroma in the steamy and fishy wind on the river.

But it was only at this moment that Delos connected the scent that once touched his heartstrings with the soft long golden hair and the emerald green eyes full of curiosity and self-esteem.

Delos immediately turned around, and quickly asked the attendants around him about the detention situation of a certain female prisoner——

At this moment, he was in great pain: during his trip to Saqqara, he not only lost his pharaoh's dignity in front of his unforgettable old man, but also missed a rare treasure that could save him from now on.