[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

On the way home, Imerton followed behind his husband with his head down, not knowing what he was hesitating about. Many times, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw Mr. With a slender back in a flowing robe, he didn't know what to say, and swallowed the words again.

It wasn't until he got home that his husband picked up the teapot and started making tea again, that Imerton couldn't help calling out, "Hello..."

"Huh?" The gentleman snorted casually.

"...Don't you have anything else to say?" Imerton muttered.

"Other? For example?"

"For example... For example, how did I obtain that ability, For example... How did I blame the two forces for fighting... After all, I am just a worthless brat..."

The work in Mr.'s hands stopped, and his gentle amber eyes were all on Imerton. "Do you consider yourself a worthless brat?"

"Of course not!" Emerton retorted immediately.

"That's enough." The gentleman nodded, "Don't worry, Imerton, I won't treat you differently just because I know you have abilities that are different from ordinary people. In fact, I have seen many miraculous things , whether it is a gift from the gods or a curse... so you don't have to hide anything."

Mr. stood up, grabbed a handful of yellow sand, walked up to Emerton, bent down/body slightly, and continued to him: "Show your palms, Imerton."

Emerton looked at Mr., muttered something in a low voice, then slowly and reluctantly stretched out his right hand, and honestly spread his right palm. God knows why he behaved so obediently and well-behaved in front of this man.

The gentleman put his left hand under Imerton's right hand, and slightly loosened his clenched right fist, and the fine golden sand slowly fell like an hourglass into Imerton's flattened palm, and then flowed along his The separated fingers slipped into Mr.'s left hand.

"Now close your fingertips and curl your palms."

Imerton obediently did it.The gentleman poured the sand from his left hand into Imerton's right hand again. This time, not a single grain of sand came out.

"Understood, Emerton?" The man put his cool hand on the boy's warm palm, and slowly pushed his fingertips, making the boy's half-open fist gradually clenched, "If you don't grasp it, It will slip away from your fingertips, as long as you hold it firmly, it will be yours."

"That's what your gift is. You don't need to resist it. Instead, you should embrace it, because it's yours, Imerton. Don't let what's at your disposal rule you because of your fear. Ability Riots are not terrible, but what is terrible is that you have surrendered to your own ability to riot." The gentleman patted Imerton on the head, looked at the young man's astonished eyes, smiled slightly, and straightened up.

"Suppress it, control it, dominate it, own it, Imerton, this is yours." Mr. touched Imerton's chest with his fingertips. For the first time, the always gentle Mr. used extremely Harsh tone.After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and his large white cuffs rolled up. He turned around and took his teapot and cup, and walked into the room.

Imerton stared blankly at the back of the man, not knowing whether it was because the man saw that he had a terrible ability and made a riot just now, or because of what the man said, or both.

It took a long time before Imerton lowered his head and slowly opened his tightly clenched fists. Some tiny grains of sand hurriedly left the cage that imprisoned him and fell to the ground.

Oppress it, control it, dominate it, own it...?Imerton looked at the dwindling yellow sand in his palm, this was his thing...

The trend of the yellow sand passing stopped suddenly, and the sand in the hand trembled slightly as if feeling some threat. Gradually, before the sand fell to the ground and regained its freedom, it was crushed by an unknown force before it could breathe a sigh of relief. The strength picked it up and gathered it in Imerton's palm again.The sand gathered more and more, and when it was as big as a child's head, it suddenly broke away from his palm and floated above his palm.

It turned out...it succeeded!He had never been able to do this before unless he had a riot of abilities!Young Emerton's childish nature came out, and he almost wanted to run to his husband immediately to show him his results, but a figure that could be called elegant and swift when he made a move suddenly flashed in his mind.

No matter what Mr. does, it seems to be so perfect, perfect like a nobleman's elegant speech and manner, easy to understand but often contains a reasonable way of speaking, a gentle and warm smile, amber eyes that only beasts have but without the sense of aggression of beasts , indifferent and gentle...

No, he's not good enough, he's not strong enough!Thinking of this, Imerton, who was originally in a state of excitement, calmed down instantly. He smashed the sand ball on the stone not far away as if venting his anger, and the stone remained motionless.

One day, he too can become as strong, perfect, and elegant as Mister, so... so...

So, so what?Imerton looked at his thin and small self, and gradually clenched his fists.

Before I knew it, three years had passed.

Imerton, who studied with his husband, finally got rid of the skinny appearance before, and grew into a good boy with balanced nutrition.His strange ability, also under his own hard training, has achieved a little success, at least, there will be no riots at every turn.

For Imerton, his teacher was an enigma.Although he looks small, he knows a lot of knowledge, from astronomy to geography to history, literature and mathematics, as if he has experienced the evolution of all civilizations. In Imerton's eyes, the most knowledgeable people in Egypt, except This gentleman, he will never find another person.

He has never seen the husband in business, nor has he seen a treasury at home, but the husband seems to be able to conjure magic, and he can always conjure some change when he goes to the street.

On this day, Imerton, who had just returned home from exercising in the deserted sandy land not far away, rarely saw Mr. Sitting in the yard drinking tea and looking at the clay tablet.Maybe it's on the street, Imerton thought, walked into the house, and glanced at Mr.'s room calmly, pretending to be very indifferent.

As the saying goes, you don’t know if you don’t see it, and you are shocked when you see it.It was this glance that made Imerton stunned in place——

He actually saw a woman in the husband's room, a woman lying on the husband's bed!Not to mention the bed, Mr. has never let him step into his room!Now, Mr. actually let a strange woman into his room, still lying on his bed? !

Imerton felt a sudden unexplainable fire in his heart. This fire burned out what he had learned from his husband, and he didn't know which nerve in his brain was wrong. In short, Imerton strode directly into Mr. Room.

The gentleman didn't seem to hear the footsteps he made on purpose, he didn't even look at him, instead wet a piece of linen, with gentle eyes that would never appear to him, gently, for fear of waking the woman up In general, wiped her cheeks for her!

"Sir, who is this woman? Could it be the student you picked up to accept again?" Imerton heard his own voice, with a trace of questioning and ridicule.

"First, Emerton, I don't think this girl who is less than ten years old is not a woman. Second, I have never picked up any students. Emerton, you are my first and only one student." Mr. seems to have not heard Imerton's rude tone. In fact, Imorton replaced "you" with "you" at some point, but Mr. didn't care about it and didn't say a word about it. .

Imerton looked at the gentleman still gently helping the child wipe the stains on the face, as if she was the only one in his eyes, and his heart did not calm down because of what the husband said just now, but became more and more irritable, and finally returned to calm.

"Oh, is it?" Imerton said slowly with his arms crossed in a strange tone, "Well, if she isn't your new student, what else could she be? Her age seems a bit young to you Ah, or do you just like this one?"

Mr.'s hand finally stopped.He turned around and looked at Imerton who was angry for some reason, and frowned slightly: "Imorton, I have taught you for three years, is this the result?"

"Why, do you think my words are vulgar?" Imerton, who was in the rebellious stage, called out to Mr. directly, "I'm sorry, sir, since I was a child, I have lived in a dirty market and been a thief for seven years. I really can't learn from you. The hypocrisy of the upper class! Don't you just treat me as a plaything, my lord? So you won't even tell me your name. There is no home at home. Don't think I'm too stupid to see that you are always ready If you get tired of playing, abandon my posture of disappearing forever!"

With Imerton's roar, the grains of sand on the ground began to tremble.

The gentleman pursed his lips and looked at the rebellious Imerton. The gentle smile that always hung on his face disappeared. The frown made his complex eyes look very dangerous, but Imerton could not move from his face. There was no trace of anger on the serious face.

Angry!Why not be angry!Emerton gritted his teeth, the look in his eyes made him look like a child who was throwing a tantrum.Damn it, he's not a kid!

There was a sudden "pop".

Imerton touched his blushing face in disbelief.

"I hit you because I still regard you as my student." The sighing voice of Mr. Emerton slowly appeared in Imerton's ear, "How many times have I told you, Imerton, don't be impulsive, don't let yourself It is too easy to be understood by others, this is the most important reliance for you to survive in the cruel competition in the temple."

The teacher's teaching tone made Imerton feel a little sad. He lowered his head slowly, and in the next second, he fell into a warm chest.

"I'm sorry, Imerton." The gentleman's gentle voice sounded in his ears, and he stroked Imerton's rough brown hair. Before Imerton recovered from the sudden first hug, he Let go of him.

"Come on, Imerton, let me introduce you..." Mr. pushed Imerton, who was a little dazed, to the bed, looked at the sleeping girl on the bed, and gently stretched out his hand to put the hair on her face. behind her ear, "This is Nafidiri, the daughter of the Pharaoh, the tool to make you a priest."

...The honorable Egyptian princess actually appeared here, or was he a tool to become a priest?If it's just a tool... Imerton looked at the girl on the bed, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a lot better.