[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell
Chapter 3 Chapter 02
It was already evening when the man came back.
After tidying up a room for himself, Imerton sat on the stone chair in the yard and waited.He didn't think about digging out the man's money and ran away quickly, because he knew that if the villain knew that his subordinate was dead, he would definitely not let him go.
Imerton is much more mature than boys of the same age, which may have something to do with his childhood encounters.He doesn't wander around the men's room curiously, because he's not allowed to.He had been waiting patiently, although it occurred to him more than once that perhaps the rich merchant would not come back.
After all, who would take in a child who has never met?As for teaching students as a teacher... Only those rich and powerful officials or children of the royal family will have teachers.
Besides, you can become a priest if you want. Apart from hereditary, Pharaoh's designation and oracle, there is no fourth way. Can that "sir" really help him become a priest?
Imerton had no idea, but even if there was only a little bit of hope, he didn't want to give up.He would never live a life without tomorrow again, never again.
The evening wind made Imerton a bit cool. He rubbed his thin bamboo pole-like arms, looked up at the setting sun, and finally saw a vague shadow.
The man finally came back, his clothes and black hair fluttered in the wind, but his amber eyes were as peaceful as the Nile River in the setting sun.
Imerton didn't know what kind of environment and country could cultivate such a person, and he didn't know how to describe the feeling this man gave him at such a young age.It wasn't until many years later, when he saw him reading a book with his head slightly lowered, his slender eyelashes forming a faint silhouette on his face, and the occasional wind blowing gently across his long hair, that he suddenly remembered, perhaps what the world said Yes, the gods enshrined in the temple are mostly like this.
"Sir, why did you come back so late? Is it troublesome to dispose of the corpse?" Now Imerton can't control that much, he only knows that he has been waiting here all afternoon, hungry and bored, after all, he is only a child, so his tone A little impatient.
"Imorton, hold out your hand." The gentleman said without changing his tone. He didn't seem to care about the impatience in his tone. He just took off his turban, took out a bag of things from his wide opening, and put it in the Obediently stretched out his hand in the hands of Emerton.
Imerton unwrapped it and found it was a bag of clothes.
"Don't draw conclusions prematurely, Imerton, and don't just look at the superficial phenomena, maybe what you see is not all. Of course..." Mr. smiled, stretched out his index finger, and gently tapped on Imerton On the crease between the brows, "Don't show all your emotions on your face. To become a high priest is destined to make many enemies, including your pharaoh. You have to learn how to protect yourself, self-protection on various levels."
Imherton was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and nodded immediately. Just as he was about to bow down to his husband, he stretched out his hand to help him up. "Imorton, you are very smart, you know you can bend and stretch, but since you 'want' to be a high priest, you must have the strength of a high priest. Now, except for your gods, your pharaohs, and your superiors, you don't need Kneel to anyone who is not related, when you become a high priest, you don't have to kneel to anyone except the gods."
"...Sir, are you also an 'irrelevant person'?" Imerton wondered.
"I've never been related." Mr. smiled, patted Imerton on the head, and walked into the room, "Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat."
For some reason, Imerton felt that there was a bit of unexplained bitterness in the husband's smile, but before he could think about it, Imerton immediately answered "I'll help you" and ran away after hearing that the husband was going to cook. Entering the kitchen, I left the doubts behind me.
Imerton thought that this rich man who knew he didn't work much could not cook when his fingers were clean, but he found that he was wrong. His husband not only knew how to cook, but also made it very delicious. Dun can guarantee that he has never eaten such delicious bread.
Seeing Emerton gobbling it up, Mr. couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, there's still enough. You haven't eaten for several days, so it's not advisable to eat too greasy things these days. After these few days, I'll eat again." I'll make you some meat."
Imerton's mouth was so stuffed that he couldn't speak, so he could only nod wildly.When I looked up, I saw Mr.'s unhurried movements, as if every movement had been carefully trained and refined. I couldn't help imitating Mr., slowing down my movements, but I couldn't learn that kind of charm. It felt like learning to walk in Handan. .
Therefore, Mr.'s identity should not be just a wealthy foreign businessman... After all, this kind of education cannot be cultivated by people without a status.
Imerton peeked at the man opposite him, thinking to himself.
Imerton had never slept so peacefully before, so that when he woke up the next morning, he thought that everything yesterday was just a dream of his own. It was not until he saw Mr. that he felt a little relieved.
A week later, looking at Imerton who looked much better than a week ago, the husband said slowly while pouring tea, "Come out with me later."
"Where are you going, sir?" Imerton carefully took a sip of the liquid that he called "tea" with the cup. It seemed to be brewed from the leaves of some plants. Even if Imerton drank so much of the bitter taste God, I still can't get used to it.I don't know how this gentleman can accept such things.
"Market." The gentleman spit out the word lightly.
Emerton's fingers snapped, and he raised his head, staring intently at the gentleman who was sipping tea leisurely.Vaguely, he seems to understand what the husband wants to do, or what the husband wants him to do.
"Are you afraid, Imerton?"
"No." Emerton shook his head, "I just feel that I am not capable..."
"You don't have to worry about this, I'll let them stand on the same level as you." The gentleman put down the teacup and stretched out his slender hand, "Let's go."
Imerton looked at the clean hand in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then handed his hand up.
If he wants to become the high priest, he must first get rid of those who might threaten him.Imerton has a dark past. If his identity as a thief is revealed, he will definitely be executed. Therefore, he must let those who know his past disappear from this world. Take advantage of this threat.
As if he knew where the villain was, he didn't need Imerton to lead the way. He led Imerton to a house in a short while.
The subordinate leaning against the door saw a man in a white robe that wrapped himself tightly, only revealing a pair of amber exotic eyes approaching, and immediately stood up straight.
"Excuse me, is Khafre there?" the man whispered, his eyes full of gentleness and friendliness.
"Who are you?" His subordinate didn't answer his question, he looked the man up and down, and said vigilantly.
The man smiled, as if he already knew the answer.He retracted his robe slightly, revealing the thin boy standing beside him that only reached his waist, and asked again: "Excuse me, have you seen him?"
The man frowned and glanced at the man, then moved his eyes to the boy, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "He..."
It's a pity that he can no longer say that sentence.The man didn't move too much. Imerton, who was hiding behind him, only saw him punch quickly, and the man's voice stopped abruptly. He clutched his neck in horror, as if it was in pain, and opened his mouth , but no sound came out.Imerton took a closer look, only to realize that a tiny needle had been inserted into the man's throat.
"It seems that you have seen him..." The gentleman said with a sigh of regret, "Then, can you please guide us? It seems too rude to go in and find Khafre."
The man nodded immediately, and ran in scrambling. Mr. chuckled lightly, patted Imerton on the back, and signaled him to walk ahead.
Maybe it's because there is a gentleman standing behind him. Imerton, who used to feel a little shudder every time he walked into this house, didn't feel any fear this time. He seemed to be able to smell the faint tea fragrance on his nose. Let him feel calm.When he walked into Khafre's room, Imerton was slightly taken aback——
Khafre and his subordinates all collapsed limply on the ground, unable to move!
He turned his head almost reflexively, looking at Mr.'s gentle amber eyes.
"Don't be too surprised, Imerton, it's just a trick. You and I took the antidote before we came here, so it doesn't have any effect." The gentleman explained patiently.
It turned out to be poisonous gas!But when did Mr. poison it, and why didn't he feel anything?Imerton turned his head to look at the man who led them in, at the thin needle on his Adam's apple, could it be this thing?
"As I said, I'll let them stand on the same level as you." The gentleman patted Emerton's shoulder, "They won't die, they'll just feel powerless, but the effect of this medicine may last for a while. It won't be too long. Imerton, let me ask you again, are you afraid?"
Fear?Afraid of killing?Or are you afraid of the consequences after killing?There was a sneer on the corner of Imerton's mouth. He looked at Mr. and shook his head again.
"Then, they'll leave it to you." The gentleman's eyes remained unchanged, with a hint of warmth.After leaving these words, he walked out of the room.
Not long after, Imerton walked out slowly with his hands worn out by bones.His face was pale, but still calm.
"They have something to do with the captain of the Pharaoh's bodyguard." This was Imerton's first sentence after he came out.
"But you still dealt with them." The gentleman said casually, playing with a bracelet on the street stall.
Emerton didn't reply, it was a tacit consent.
"How did you do it?" The gentleman put down the bracelet, took out two clean linen cloths from his pocket, and took Imerton's hand to bandage his wound.
Imerton looked at the wrapped hands, and said calmly: "I thought you knew, sir."
"No, Imerton, do you really think that I am a prophet from another country?" Mr. smiled and shook his head, "What I know is based on my experience and my observations. For example, I can hear from you from time to time. Move your eyes to the sand and speculate that you have a different perception of sand, but I can't tell from your wounded hands that you beat them to death and arranged the scene as a fight between two forces."
Emerton was slightly taken aback, and he opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say for a long time, so he lowered his head a little discouraged, moved his eyes away, and muttered: "Sir, you obviously said everything right. It's..."
After tidying up a room for himself, Imerton sat on the stone chair in the yard and waited.He didn't think about digging out the man's money and ran away quickly, because he knew that if the villain knew that his subordinate was dead, he would definitely not let him go.
Imerton is much more mature than boys of the same age, which may have something to do with his childhood encounters.He doesn't wander around the men's room curiously, because he's not allowed to.He had been waiting patiently, although it occurred to him more than once that perhaps the rich merchant would not come back.
After all, who would take in a child who has never met?As for teaching students as a teacher... Only those rich and powerful officials or children of the royal family will have teachers.
Besides, you can become a priest if you want. Apart from hereditary, Pharaoh's designation and oracle, there is no fourth way. Can that "sir" really help him become a priest?
Imerton had no idea, but even if there was only a little bit of hope, he didn't want to give up.He would never live a life without tomorrow again, never again.
The evening wind made Imerton a bit cool. He rubbed his thin bamboo pole-like arms, looked up at the setting sun, and finally saw a vague shadow.
The man finally came back, his clothes and black hair fluttered in the wind, but his amber eyes were as peaceful as the Nile River in the setting sun.
Imerton didn't know what kind of environment and country could cultivate such a person, and he didn't know how to describe the feeling this man gave him at such a young age.It wasn't until many years later, when he saw him reading a book with his head slightly lowered, his slender eyelashes forming a faint silhouette on his face, and the occasional wind blowing gently across his long hair, that he suddenly remembered, perhaps what the world said Yes, the gods enshrined in the temple are mostly like this.
"Sir, why did you come back so late? Is it troublesome to dispose of the corpse?" Now Imerton can't control that much, he only knows that he has been waiting here all afternoon, hungry and bored, after all, he is only a child, so his tone A little impatient.
"Imorton, hold out your hand." The gentleman said without changing his tone. He didn't seem to care about the impatience in his tone. He just took off his turban, took out a bag of things from his wide opening, and put it in the Obediently stretched out his hand in the hands of Emerton.
Imerton unwrapped it and found it was a bag of clothes.
"Don't draw conclusions prematurely, Imerton, and don't just look at the superficial phenomena, maybe what you see is not all. Of course..." Mr. smiled, stretched out his index finger, and gently tapped on Imerton On the crease between the brows, "Don't show all your emotions on your face. To become a high priest is destined to make many enemies, including your pharaoh. You have to learn how to protect yourself, self-protection on various levels."
Imherton was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and nodded immediately. Just as he was about to bow down to his husband, he stretched out his hand to help him up. "Imorton, you are very smart, you know you can bend and stretch, but since you 'want' to be a high priest, you must have the strength of a high priest. Now, except for your gods, your pharaohs, and your superiors, you don't need Kneel to anyone who is not related, when you become a high priest, you don't have to kneel to anyone except the gods."
"...Sir, are you also an 'irrelevant person'?" Imerton wondered.
"I've never been related." Mr. smiled, patted Imerton on the head, and walked into the room, "Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat."
For some reason, Imerton felt that there was a bit of unexplained bitterness in the husband's smile, but before he could think about it, Imerton immediately answered "I'll help you" and ran away after hearing that the husband was going to cook. Entering the kitchen, I left the doubts behind me.
Imerton thought that this rich man who knew he didn't work much could not cook when his fingers were clean, but he found that he was wrong. His husband not only knew how to cook, but also made it very delicious. Dun can guarantee that he has never eaten such delicious bread.
Seeing Emerton gobbling it up, Mr. couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, there's still enough. You haven't eaten for several days, so it's not advisable to eat too greasy things these days. After these few days, I'll eat again." I'll make you some meat."
Imerton's mouth was so stuffed that he couldn't speak, so he could only nod wildly.When I looked up, I saw Mr.'s unhurried movements, as if every movement had been carefully trained and refined. I couldn't help imitating Mr., slowing down my movements, but I couldn't learn that kind of charm. It felt like learning to walk in Handan. .
Therefore, Mr.'s identity should not be just a wealthy foreign businessman... After all, this kind of education cannot be cultivated by people without a status.
Imerton peeked at the man opposite him, thinking to himself.
Imerton had never slept so peacefully before, so that when he woke up the next morning, he thought that everything yesterday was just a dream of his own. It was not until he saw Mr. that he felt a little relieved.
A week later, looking at Imerton who looked much better than a week ago, the husband said slowly while pouring tea, "Come out with me later."
"Where are you going, sir?" Imerton carefully took a sip of the liquid that he called "tea" with the cup. It seemed to be brewed from the leaves of some plants. Even if Imerton drank so much of the bitter taste God, I still can't get used to it.I don't know how this gentleman can accept such things.
"Market." The gentleman spit out the word lightly.
Emerton's fingers snapped, and he raised his head, staring intently at the gentleman who was sipping tea leisurely.Vaguely, he seems to understand what the husband wants to do, or what the husband wants him to do.
"Are you afraid, Imerton?"
"No." Emerton shook his head, "I just feel that I am not capable..."
"You don't have to worry about this, I'll let them stand on the same level as you." The gentleman put down the teacup and stretched out his slender hand, "Let's go."
Imerton looked at the clean hand in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then handed his hand up.
If he wants to become the high priest, he must first get rid of those who might threaten him.Imerton has a dark past. If his identity as a thief is revealed, he will definitely be executed. Therefore, he must let those who know his past disappear from this world. Take advantage of this threat.
As if he knew where the villain was, he didn't need Imerton to lead the way. He led Imerton to a house in a short while.
The subordinate leaning against the door saw a man in a white robe that wrapped himself tightly, only revealing a pair of amber exotic eyes approaching, and immediately stood up straight.
"Excuse me, is Khafre there?" the man whispered, his eyes full of gentleness and friendliness.
"Who are you?" His subordinate didn't answer his question, he looked the man up and down, and said vigilantly.
The man smiled, as if he already knew the answer.He retracted his robe slightly, revealing the thin boy standing beside him that only reached his waist, and asked again: "Excuse me, have you seen him?"
The man frowned and glanced at the man, then moved his eyes to the boy, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "He..."
It's a pity that he can no longer say that sentence.The man didn't move too much. Imerton, who was hiding behind him, only saw him punch quickly, and the man's voice stopped abruptly. He clutched his neck in horror, as if it was in pain, and opened his mouth , but no sound came out.Imerton took a closer look, only to realize that a tiny needle had been inserted into the man's throat.
"It seems that you have seen him..." The gentleman said with a sigh of regret, "Then, can you please guide us? It seems too rude to go in and find Khafre."
The man nodded immediately, and ran in scrambling. Mr. chuckled lightly, patted Imerton on the back, and signaled him to walk ahead.
Maybe it's because there is a gentleman standing behind him. Imerton, who used to feel a little shudder every time he walked into this house, didn't feel any fear this time. He seemed to be able to smell the faint tea fragrance on his nose. Let him feel calm.When he walked into Khafre's room, Imerton was slightly taken aback——
Khafre and his subordinates all collapsed limply on the ground, unable to move!
He turned his head almost reflexively, looking at Mr.'s gentle amber eyes.
"Don't be too surprised, Imerton, it's just a trick. You and I took the antidote before we came here, so it doesn't have any effect." The gentleman explained patiently.
It turned out to be poisonous gas!But when did Mr. poison it, and why didn't he feel anything?Imerton turned his head to look at the man who led them in, at the thin needle on his Adam's apple, could it be this thing?
"As I said, I'll let them stand on the same level as you." The gentleman patted Emerton's shoulder, "They won't die, they'll just feel powerless, but the effect of this medicine may last for a while. It won't be too long. Imerton, let me ask you again, are you afraid?"
Fear?Afraid of killing?Or are you afraid of the consequences after killing?There was a sneer on the corner of Imerton's mouth. He looked at Mr. and shook his head again.
"Then, they'll leave it to you." The gentleman's eyes remained unchanged, with a hint of warmth.After leaving these words, he walked out of the room.
Not long after, Imerton walked out slowly with his hands worn out by bones.His face was pale, but still calm.
"They have something to do with the captain of the Pharaoh's bodyguard." This was Imerton's first sentence after he came out.
"But you still dealt with them." The gentleman said casually, playing with a bracelet on the street stall.
Emerton didn't reply, it was a tacit consent.
"How did you do it?" The gentleman put down the bracelet, took out two clean linen cloths from his pocket, and took Imerton's hand to bandage his wound.
Imerton looked at the wrapped hands, and said calmly: "I thought you knew, sir."
"No, Imerton, do you really think that I am a prophet from another country?" Mr. smiled and shook his head, "What I know is based on my experience and my observations. For example, I can hear from you from time to time. Move your eyes to the sand and speculate that you have a different perception of sand, but I can't tell from your wounded hands that you beat them to death and arranged the scene as a fight between two forces."
Emerton was slightly taken aback, and he opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say for a long time, so he lowered his head a little discouraged, moved his eyes away, and muttered: "Sir, you obviously said everything right. It's..."
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