[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

Ancient Egypt, Thebes.

The prosperous and prosperous royal capital is the first impression of every outsider who comes to Thebes.It seems that in Thebes, there is no such thing as poverty.

The nostrils moved slightly, and the dry and hot air slowly flowed into the lungs. Feeling the temperature that seemed to set his chest on fire, the young man remained expressionless, and slowly exhaled the air that had circled in his lungs.

This is the place where he was born, and he has already adapted to this climate and this seemingly prosperous and glamorous city.

He didn't look very old, only ten or so years old, but he was very thin, with only bones left, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his chapped lips were tightly pressed together, as if when a gust of wind came, he would go away with the gravel in the wind.He had nothing but a gray rag round his waist, and he sat leaning against the wall as if it were all his support.

But his pair of brown eyes were exceptionally sharp, like a desert goshawk locked on its prey, crossed the street with people coming and going, ignored the people coming and going, and stared straight at the man not far away.

The man was dressed like most foreign businessmen, with a long robe and a long turban covering half of his face. This attire could not only block the wind and sand, but also shade the sun.However, unlike other merchants, he was wearing a linen garment of good workmanship, which the young man could tell at a glance.

In ancient Egypt, clothing was actually a symbol of money and status.The young man stared at this man for two days. From the first day he entered Thebes until now when he was about to make a move, he was sure that this man must be a wealthy businessman, and he was a wealthy businessman alone.This morning, he saw with his own eyes that he came to the market with a large bag of gold coins.

This is a rare opportunity.

The teenager licked his chapped lips.He hadn't eaten for three days, and tomorrow was the day he handed in his "tribute". If he couldn't pay, he would definitely be beaten up and sold into slavery.But who needs a skinny teenager as a slave?

This is the tragedy of being an orphan.However, the teenager is already very satisfied, because at least now he still has a free body.

A gloomy look flashed across the young man's eyes. He leaned against the wall to stand up, aimed at the target, walked up quickly, bumped into the man's arm, and fell to the ground because of his weak body and improper force.He immediately prostrated himself at the man's feet, and said in a hoarse voice with trembling, "I'm sorry! My lord! I'm sorry! The dirty and humble villain stained your clothes..."

His voice was cowardly and contemptuous, but his eyes buried between his hands were as cold as ice, and there was no trace of cowardice.

Under normal circumstances, these high-ranking wealthy businessmen would only kick him a few times to show their magnanimity and noble character. The young man was also preparing for this, and even thought about protecting his fragile ribs with his arms for a while.However, to his surprise, the rich businessman didn't punch him.

"No, you didn't stain my clothes, but I knocked you down." A voice as gentle as jade sounded above his head, like a breeze blowing, blowing away the hot air, as if he had only just learned Egypt. Not long after speaking, the voice sounded a little slow, but unexpectedly comfortable.In the next second, a pair of cool hands grabbed his bony arms, and in a hurry, he could only quickly put the stolen money bag into his pants. "How is it? Are you okay? Where did you hurt?"

The young man who was gently lifted up by the man looked at his amber eyes in a daze. He really came from another place, because his eyes did not have deep sockets like the people here, but for some reason the young man felt that Those eyes still looked deep.He is sure that these eyes are the cleanest eyes he has ever seen. There is no contempt and ridicule from others, no coldness and greed that he has seen too much, only deep concern.

Pure, desireless...

After a long time, the boy came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head and said, "No...it's okay, I'm fine..."

"That's good." The man seemed to be smiling. The young man couldn't see his face under the veil clearly, but he could vaguely see that he was smiling from the man's slightly narrowed beautiful eyes.

"Kids, don't run around in the street, be careful." He still said slowly in that gentle voice, patted the boy's head lightly, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

child?Hmph, you mean those born with a golden key in their mouth.The young man snorted coldly. A child like him who grew up in the market had no childhood since he was born.Although the man was gentle and polite, he also explained in disguise that he hadn't seen much of the world. How could flowers growing in a greenhouse appreciate the darkness in the world?

The young man shook the purse, returned to the "tribute" place with satisfaction, and handed the purse directly to a subordinate who was running errands.He thought he would get a good amount of food this time, but instead he was beaten and kicked, and a money bag was thrown on his head—it contained no money at all, but pebbles one after another!

"No! My lord, please! Don't sell me to the slave market. No one will want me. I will die, my lord!" The struggle of the thin child who hadn't eaten all day was nothing in the eyes of these two strong men, so he could only beg loudly, hoping that the "adult" he said could hear him.

"I promise... no, I swear to God Ra with my life, I will definitely give you the money that belongs to you today, no, double! I will pay double!"

"You haven't paid me enough protection fees for more than a month, where can you get double the money?" A man with a full beard came out of the room, beckoning to the two A man stopped and looked down at the teenager lying on the ground with a mocking face.

"The villain has his eyes on a foreign businessman. He is a rich businessman. Really, this morning the villain saw with his own eyes that he has a lot of gold coins. It's just that he is too cunning to prepare two money bags to confuse the villain." Seeing the gentle and caring look of the man just now, the young man gritted his teeth and wanted to tear him apart, "The key is that he is alone, probably the caravan encountered a sandstorm on the way, and only he survived. The villain stared at him for two days , Sir, you know the vision and intuition of the villain, he is really a fat sheep! As long as you are willing to forgive the villain generously, the villain will immediately take your hands to the residence of the fat sheep!"

The man raised his eyebrows, sneered, and pointed to the two men standing beside the young man, "Follow him, if he plays any tricks, kill him immediately."

Hearing the man's disdainful tone, a trace of sternness and forbearance flashed across his buried face. He gritted his teeth, immediately raised his head and put on a grateful expression, and crawled over to kiss the man's instep: "Thank you, my lord. The villain will take them there immediately!"

The young man who left his own life behind for the time being rushed to the residence. He swore that he must give that hypocritical and insidious fox a little bit of strength. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't be in the situation he is now.

The man's residence was a relatively remote farmer's house. If the young man hadn't stared at him for two days, he would never have noticed that the owner of this dilapidated house was a wealthy businessman.

"It's him..." The young man looked at the man in the yard with his back facing them, and said through gritted teeth.He will never forget this figure in a robe that looks like a fairy.

The two people glanced at each other, then strode forward, before they entered the yard, they heard a gentle and indifferent voice sounding slowly: "You are finally here, after walking for so long, come and have a cup of tea and rest first Bar."

The slender and bony fingers of his right hand hold a strangely shaped "flank jug", and his left hand slightly holds the wide cuff of his right hand. Golden liquid slowly pours out of the "flank jug", filling four small cups .Although the movement is very ordinary, it inadvertently reveals a graceful posture like flowing clouds and flowing water.

The two men were a little puzzled, but they did not forget their mission. One of them strode forward, waved his hand, and swept the cup on the stone table to the ground, spilling the golden liquid all over the floor. "I heard that you came from a long way to our Thebes to do business? I don't know if you know the rules..."

The boy hid not far away and looked at the white silhouette. The man was still wearing a face scarf, although he didn't know why he still wore a face scarf at home.He saw his beautiful eyes staring straight at the wet ground, his brows were slightly frowned, and he sighed softly in a language that the young man could not understand, probably because he was sorry for what he called "tea" on the ground. .

"Hey, I'm talking to you! What are you talking about?" Seeing that his words were not answered, the man who spoke was a little annoyed. He patted the man's head with his hand, and directly patted his scarf on the ground, revealing His original face.

The three Egyptians present were a little stunned, because although there were countless foreign businessmen who came to Thebes, they had never seen this kind of appearance-the slightly upturned sword eyebrows slanted/into the black hair hanging down from the temples , the long and dense brush-like eyelashes covered his clear but bottomless amber eyes, the lines of his face were soft but sharp, his thin lips were light in color, his skin was sickly pale, but It stands out against his face.

"You guys..." He sighed, the corners of his lips slightly raised. For some reason, the young man could read the helplessness of the elders towards the ignorant children from his smile and tone. "How much does it cost?" He bent down and picked up the turban on the ground, and his long black hair fell down from his shoulders.He seemed to succumb to the majesty of these two ferocious men, but his tone seemed to be accommodating and compromising to the crying and shameless child.

"..." The two men were slightly taken aback, the man's attitude caught them by surprise. "Take... take out all your property..."

"Okay." The man replied indifferently, but the boy knew that it wasn't because he was afraid of them.

"...Also," the other man narrowed his eyes and stared at his face up and down, "You also come with us."

No one has ever seen his face before, and those elders who have a special collection habit will definitely like such a slave.

Finally, there was a wave of fluctuation on the man's calm face. He looked at the two people with a smile on his face, but no one would think that he was in a good mood now, because those eyes were clearly like a beast, surging like a beast. When the Nile River floods, there is also a terrifying undercurrent.

"Hey, it's been another 100 years..." He spoke a language that no one could understand. His tone seemed to be helpless, but his expression didn't seem to care at all.

In the next second, blood stained the ground red.

The boy's eyes widened, and he looked in disbelief at a slender weapon suddenly protruding from the man's hand. It seemed to come out of his waist. The boy had never seen such a soft silver weapon.His movements were fast and flowing, and with a wave of his wide white cuffs, the silver sharp weapon mercilessly slashed across the throats of the two men like a beautiful dance, splashing blood all over the ground, while he was still standing upright in white. , the silver blade was spotless, and he took it back to his waist.

"Come out." He said lightly, put his hands in his cuffs facing each other, stood with his hands crossed, and looked at the sand pile not far away with a gentle smile on his face.

The young man gritted his teeth, looked at the four small cups on the ground, and walked up to the man with a gentle and gentle smile on his face, but raised his head without any cowardice or flinching in his eyes.

"The man was indeed brought by me. If you want to kill or scrape, it's up to you." He stared fiercely at the man whose expression was still gentle and polite.He was indeed afraid of death, like all ordinary people, but so what about running away?Not to mention how skilled this man is, even if he escapes back, he will still be killed by the owners of these two corpses.

At this point, the only option is to go all out... The young man's wolf-like eyes looked at his enemy coldly, as if he was ready to risk his life anytime.

Seeing the young man's fierce look, the man thought of something, and suddenly laughed: "Son, what do you think I will do to you? You have done a good job in order to survive."

The young man was slightly taken aback.

The man looked at him carefully, his watery eyes couldn't see any trace of the sharp taste just now, suddenly, as if inspired, he said slowly: "Even if I let you go back, you will die, right?" .”

The boy didn't speak.

"Stay with me, how about it? I will teach you how to read and write, and I will teach you knowledge and the principles of life."

"...Then what about your skill just now?"

The man looked at the boy and patted his head as he did on the street before: "I will teach you everything you need. But you have to tell me, apart from self-defense and survival, what kind of person do you want to be?"

The young man lowered his unyielding eyes slightly, and the grand picture that he was lucky to see before flashed through his mind. He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at the man's bottomless eyes: "I don't want to be someone's lackey, I don't want to To bow down to someone, I don't want others to boss me around, I don't want anyone to look down on me. I want to let those who looked down on me, despised me, ridiculed me, hurt me, and spurned me, all Kneel down and kiss my toes, I will become the high priest of Egypt, the spokesperson of God!"

"I want", not "I want to"... The man smiled, what an ambitious wolf.

"Very well, I will teach you, and I will tell you how to do it." The man patted the young man's thin shoulder, "Tell me, your name."

"Immorton, my name is Imerton."

"Imorton? That's a good name." The man nodded, "Then, first pick up the cups and teapots on the ground and rinse them, then tidy up the room for yourself, and I'll deal with the two corpses."

"...Wait, what about you? You haven't told me your name yet..." Imerton saw the man dragging two corpses and was about to leave, and immediately called out.

"My name? Name..." The man's originally slow voice became even slower. Seeing this, Imerton hurriedly added: "Your real name, I know you are going to tell me a fake name casually!"

Imerton finally saw an expression other than a smile on the man's face this time, but the daze was only for a moment, and the next second, the gentle and refined smile appeared on the man's face again: "Okay, my real Name...let me think...name...hey, sorry Immorton, I haven't used that name for so long now that I can't remember what my name is, you call me 'Sir' for now, etc. When I think about it in the future, I will definitely let you know.”

Looking at his back, Imerton couldn't help muttering - didn't he just want to tell him his name, why would he make such an excuse that no one would believe...