[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

The Opiet Festival in ancient Egypt is a sacred and grand festival. In ancient Egypt, where the monarchy was granted by gods, the pharaoh would have sex with the statue of Amon, and wave after wave of ancient Egyptian people followed devoutly like all nations. After their great pharaohs, from the temple of Karnak all the way to the temple of Luxor, and then the monks re-transported the statue of Amun back to Karnak.

In fact, this festival is just a religious means for the Pharaohs to strengthen their divine ruling power. Nowadays, people foolishly believe in their own kings and so-called gods.

"It's really lively..." The foreign man in a windproof suit looked at the grand occasion in front of him, and sighed softly and inexplicably.

"This is our Opit Day, respected Mr. Fisherlila." The Egyptian beside the man introduced it warmly and respectfully. "Our noble and great pharaoh has left, but the festival is not over. It may last until the evening, and the people of Thebes will ask our holy high priest for divination."

"I know." Fisherlila, who covered his face, nodded gracefully and politely at the man, "Thank you for your warm introduction, Tiyabuka."

"Do you know? Have you been to Egypt before and experienced this festival?" The Egyptian with wheat-colored skin seemed to respect Fischer Lila beside him, and he seemed cautious even if he had questions.

"Well... more than once. The first time... it wasn't so grand..." Fisherlila seemed to be caught in some memories, but he recovered quickly and turned his head to look at the people around him. Tiyabuka, "Now, who is the high priest of Egypt?"

In Tiyabuka's memory, the Opit Festival seems to have always been so grand... But he didn't dare to ask any more questions. When Mr. Fisherlila bought him from the slave trader, he was his Master, as a slave, he doesn't dare to ask nonsense.

"It's the envoy of the holy Seth, the great Lord Emerton, sir..." Although it might sound rude to call you sir instead of master, Tiyabuka didn't dare to resist the man's request, and answered unaccustomed road.

"He only took the position of high priest last year?" Fisherlila asked casually.

Tiyabuka quickly glanced around, and found that no one noticed, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to his master: "Mr. Fisherlila, for your safety, please You'd better not talk casually about our honorable High Priest, the High Priest possesses divine power, if he knows about it..."

"What? In the eyes of you civilians, the High Priest is a terrifying and brutal existence?" The man frowned slightly, his clear and warm amber eyes filled with strange emotions.

"No, the high priest is a holy and gentle person. He is very concerned about our lives, but he is blessed by Seth, and he will never show mercy to the enemies of Egypt. We love him very much." Tiyabuka hurriedly explained , as if worried that he would be punished by God.

Fisherlila looked at Tiyabuka who was about to shrink himself up, smiled slightly, and patted his head comfortingly. "I know what you're afraid of, Tiyabuka. Well, now let's go home."

"...Yes." Tiyabuka nodded, and didn't ask him why he left so early, nor where his so-called "home" was.

In the eyes of Tiyabuka, this Mr. Fisherlila has always been a mysterious existence.He never knew where he came from, only that he said he came from the far east.He seldom becomes interested in something, but he just wants to see this year's Opie Festival, and wants to leave after staying for a while.He always covers most of his face, but he doesn't feel hot, his beautiful eyes are as clear as the Nile River under the sun, but Tiyabuka can never figure out what he is thinking.

He met this mysterious oriental visitor in the slave market.At that time, Tiyabuka was desperate for everything in life. The debts owed by his deceased parents were all on him. A wealthy businessman with distasteful hobbies takes a fancy to him.

Mr. Fisher Rilla saves him from the clutches of his life.Although he just said that he was dissatisfied with the behavior of the rich businessman after passing through this place, so he rescued him, but Tiyabuka is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, and he is more willing to be the slave of this mysterious oriental man than the rich businessman.

Fisherlila let Tiyabuka continue to use his previous name and reluctantly let him stay with him, the only condition was not to ask too many questions.

Everyone has their own secrets, and what Mr. Fisherlila doesn't want to say, Tiyabuka will never ask.

Tiyabuka followed his master to a hut surrounded by desert.This should be the "home" Mr. Fisherlila called, Tiabuka thought, but it was not what he had imagined.In his impression, although Mr. Fisher Lila is not a big spender, he can be regarded as a member of the ranks of the rich. Living in such a dilapidated house seems a bit...

Fisherlila suddenly frowned, looked at the cleaned room, sighed suddenly, turned to Tiabka and said: "It seems that we can't stay in Thebes for too long , let’s find a hotel tonight and leave here tomorrow morning.”

"...Where are you going? Sir?" Tiyabuka asked cautiously.

"The destination doesn't matter. Where do you want to go, Tiyabuka? This world is always bigger than you think, except Egypt, Assyria, Hittite, Babylon, there are more countries on the other side of the ocean. But , if you want to stay in Egypt, I can give you some money and let you leave." Speaking of places other than Egypt, a gleam of light suddenly appeared in Fisherlila's eyes, which Tiyabuka could clearly feel, His owner seems to be keen on traveling.

"...Can I...can you go to your country? The far east you mentioned?"

"There..." There was a trace of confusion in Fisher's eyes, and then he smiled slightly, "Yes."

Before Tiyabuka could be happy, a third voice cut in: "Sorry, both of you, you can't go anywhere."

Tiyabuka immediately stood in front of Fisherlila reflexively, looked at the person coming vigilantly, and couldn't help but froze when he saw the person clearly—it was the monk next to the high priest!

Fisher Rilla sighed helplessly, shook his head, as if he had long been aware of this situation, and said slowly: "He asked you to stay here."

"Yes, my lord, after the high priest learned that you had already left Egypt, he ordered us to guard here at all times, and when you return, we will bring you to him at any cost. We hope you can cooperate. "The two monks who regarded the high priest they were talking about as gods said respectfully.

"What else?" Fisher Rilla shrugged indifferently, and patted the shoulder of Tiyabuka who had already been stunned in place, "It will be fine, Tiyabuka, I misunderstood Emerton .”

Tiyabuka came back to his senses, looked at Fisherlila's slender back, and couldn't help frowning with some doubts.Could it be that the "Imorton" he just mentioned is the high priest of Egypt?It seems that the relationship between Mr. Fisherlila and the high priest is not normal... Tiyabuka thought, under the half-threat and half-invitation of the two monks, he quickly caught up with his master.

He walked into the temple without any obstacles along the way. Although Fisherlila said that nothing would happen, Tiyabuka still followed closely beside him tremblingly, as if leaving Fisherlila, he would Like being taken to hell by Anubis.

He couldn't help but glance at the man beside him.Walking in the resplendent and majestic temple, Fisher Lila looked calm and relaxed.He followed the two monks as easily as if he was taking a stroll in the garden, and his wide white robe swayed gently with his steps. Tiyabuka had never even seen this kind of temperament in the pharaoh.

This place, this place of splendor and sanctity, seemed to have been built for Mr. Fisher-Rilla.This idea suddenly flashed into Tiyabuka's mind, and he shook his head hastily to drive the terrible thought out of his head.

When they came to a room, the monk stopped Tiyabuka and only let Fisherlila go in alone.He gave Tiyabuka a reassuring look, pushed open the door, and walked in silently, the huge door closed behind him again.

The room was very spacious, but without too many decorations, a huge statue of a god stood upright, gazing at the visitors coldly.A bald priest wearing a luxurious black robe faced the door with his back facing the door. The golden pattern on the black robe showed his superior status.He knelt in front of the statue, muttering something in his mouth, with a pious and holy demeanor.

Fischer Rilla stood not far from him, quietly waiting for him to finish his prayers.

"I've been waiting for you, sir." Soon, the man suddenly said, his voice was slightly deep and thick, but unusually gentle, "When I climbed to this position, the first thing I did was to find you, but, you already left."

He slowly opened his eyes, his dark brown eyes were bottomless.He stood up, turned around and walked in front of Fisher Rilla, his black robe dragging on the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

The thin boy in the past has now grown into a tall and handsome young man with an elegant demeanor. He lowered his head and looked at the man who was half his head shorter than him. Those amber eyes were still as clear and gentle as he remembered, but they were always elusive. through.He slowly stretched out his hand, and pulled off the hood and veil on the man's face, and his long black hair fell down.

More than ten years have passed, time seems to be unable to leave any marks on his face.He smiled, and gently hugged the man's waist, just like when he was a child: "Fortunately... Fortunately, you are finally back, sir, I pray to God Amon and God Seth every day to let you come back .”

"I don't care about leaving without saying goodbye. I hope you can stay now, stay in Egypt, stay by my side. You made me who I am today, and I will show you everything I can do."

"Immorton..." Mr. sighed, "I have no reason to stay any longer."

Emerton hugged Mr.'s body and paused slightly.He raised his head and looked at his eyes that were always gentle but without any emotion. His brown eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a cold face, he almost paused, "Why?"