[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

Maybe it was Imerton's words that made him feel puzzled, Mr. frowned slightly, and looked at the man in front of him who suddenly became angry with some doubts. "Why? Because there is no need for me to stay in Egypt anymore."

"Then why did you come back after you disappeared?" Imerton took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions before asking calmly.

"Just passing by, I just didn't expect you to become the high priest. I thought it would take you a few years to reach this position, but it seems that you have studied well." The gentleman smiled lightly.Looking at his gentle smiling face, Imerton felt restless.Why can he always face everything in this state?He can't understand his current mood at all, he doesn't understand anything!

"Because I have a good teacher." Although he was extremely angry in his heart, Imerton still had a calm and refined expression on his face.This is what Mr. taught him, and it is also the best armor and mask for him to face countless dark theocratic struggles over the years. "You don't want to stay in Egypt, is it because you want to go to the countries you mentioned outside of Egypt? Or is it because of the arrogant request of that humble slave?"

His tone was still calm and he could even be said to be careless, but if the monks standing in front of him, or other priests in the temple, would understand that the High Priest was already in a state of rage.However, standing in front of him is a man who changed his life, a man who will always live outside the mystery and the world.

The gentleman was not surprised that Imerton had already understood the conversation he had with Tiyabuka just now, he just said indifferently: "The destination is not important."

That is to say, he doesn't care where he goes, that is to say, as long as the slave wants to go, he will agree... Emerton suddenly frowned, smiled, and clapped his hands, Tiab got stuck between the two monks. He came in under the escort, and knelt down on the ground with a "plop", with two knives crossed and pressed on his neck.

The gentleman frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Emerton walked slowly to Tiabka.Not knowing whether it was because his life was threatened, or because of Imerton's invisible coercion, or because of this sacred and indifferent temple, Tiyabuka's body trembled slightly, and his head was buried on the ground. "You are his slave Tiyabuka, huh?" A casual voice sounded above his head, and Tiyabuka couldn't help shaking.

"Yes, Your Honorable High Priest."

"Head up."

Imerton's irresistible voice made Tiyabuka raise his head cautiously. The next second, he was pinched by a strong palm. Imerton sized him up as if picking a piece of fat. He raised his eyebrows, and his tone was as elegant and gentle as ever, but what he said was different: "As a man, he does have a face that pleases the master. No wonder Joel, the rich merchant, would like it."

These words really hit Tiyabuka's sore spot, and he almost stared angrily and disrespectfully at the seemingly sacred and solemn high priest.

"This kind of look is disrespectful to the gods." Imerton looked at Tiyabuka who was kneeling on the ground, and shook his face away with some disgust.Those two monks were worthy of being Imerton's confidantes. They realized what Imerton wanted to do almost in a second, and at the same time raised the long knife in their hands.

Tiyabuka closed his eyes reflexively. After waiting for a long time, he realized that his head was still growing on his neck, and opened his eyes cautiously. What he saw was a white robe—the one who had been standing just now. Beside the high priest, a black-haired man who could tell from his appearance that he was not an Egyptian actually clasped the monk's wrist with both hands at the same time, leaving him dead.

Tiyabuka stared at him blankly.The man's long black hair, which is more beautiful than Egyptian women's, almost reaches his waist, but what is surprising is that this long hair not only doesn't look masculine, but has a kind of elegance that Tiyabuka can't describe.Although that face is not common, there is a special kind of handsomeness when all the features are put together, the neat slender eyebrows, the amber eyes that only beasts have bottomless eyes, as if a sandstorm is brewing, the thin lips are tightly pursed, and the whole body Man appears as inviolable as a wrathful emperor.

Amber eyes... Tiabka finally realized that the person who dared to prevent his monks from doing anything in front of the supreme high priest and saved his life was his master, Mr. Fisherlila!

The two monks who were stopped didn't dare to take other actions for the time being, because they could vaguely feel that their high priest, who looked like a god, seemed to be very concerned about this man who came from the distant and mysterious east.

"You want to save him?" Imerton looked at Mr., smiling instead of anger, "You care about him? A slave? You have never cared about me like this before."

"I just don't want another life to be indirect in my hands." The majesty and inviolability just now seemed to be an illusion, and the husband returned to his original calmness. He shook his head gently and let go With both hands clutching the monk's wrists, he stood in front of Imerton, between him and Tiyabuka.

Imherton smiled, but the warm smile on the corner of his mouth could not conceal the gloom and anger in his eyes.Don't want to indirectly take another life?Don't be kidding, he has seen how you kill people without mercy and without hesitation. You even told him not to kill people softly before, but now you pretend to be a pacifist and cherish life. Who would believe it?

"Very good, as long as you care about him, it will be easy." Imerton slowly raised his hand, and his two monks fell to their knees with a "plop" as if they understood what was going to happen. He was muttering something silently, not daring to raise his head.The gentleman suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, turned sideways slightly, and saw that the sand that had gathered at no time appeared in the shape of a hand, strangled Tiyabuka's neck tightly, and lifted him into the air!

"As long as you stay, the slave you care about is safe, sir. I hope you can accept my threats, because I don't want to force you to do it to you, although I can do it now. I hope you can understand this .” Imerton looked at Mister with a smile on his face.

In fact, Imerton didn't have much confidence in his heart.In his memory, this seemingly gentle and polite man was actually a completely ruthless person.He has nothing he cares about, not even his own life.But Imerton decided to take a gamble, he didn't want to lose this most important person to him.

"Alas..." The gentleman sighed suddenly, the helplessness and complexity in his eyes were the same as that of the awkward young man before, but he seemed to be sighing, "Let him go, Emerton. I promise You, Emerton, I will stay, stay in Egypt, as your teacher, watching you step forward, watching you gradually take over the kingship, until you die, if this is what you want me to you If you are responsible."

These words were a bit suspicious, but Imerton didn't think too much about them at all. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh about his husband's agreement.Should he be troubled that this lowly slave has such a big place in his teacher's heart?Or should he be happy, as Mr. said, "until death"?

Emerton smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.In any case, this slave, he absolutely cannot let him live for too long.

In fact, Imerton was wrong. For Mr. who has lived for countless years and has a life that is almost immortal, he has already looked down on these human emotions, and he has already seen separation. In other words, he has already seen indifferently. Understand why humans become obsessed with certain relationships or emotions.He could no longer understand why he had helped Emerton become the high priest, and he still couldn't forget himself as a teacher. He couldn't understand Emerton's persistence, and he couldn't appreciate Tiyabuka's easy life-saving to him. Gratitude from benefactors.

Therefore, he was a little helpless, just like treating a coquettish and awkward child, but he never remembered that it was he who insisted on going back to Egypt and Thebes again, although he didn't understand why he did this.

Imerton personally vacated a luxurious and spacious room for Mr. to live in.The gentleman seemed to have noticed Imerton's murderous intentions towards Tiyabuka, so he insisted on keeping him by his side.Seeing that he had made up his mind, Imerton took a step back. In addition to letting Tiabka continue to follow his husband, he also specially sent several monks and priestesses to take care of his daily life.

In the temple, as the high priest, Imerton is like the king here, and the monks and priests under him are all his people.As a slave, Tiyabuka has no human rights or respect here. After the incident just now, he has been silently following behind his husband, doing his duty as a slave.

Standing in the resplendent and resplendent room, his master thought of something, and there was a wry smile on his face.Thinking that he was laughing at himself and turned into a prisoner, Tiyabuka comforted: "Mr. Fisherlila, don't worry, you will always find a chance to get out. Although Tiyabuka is useless, he will still try his best Help you escape from the hands of the high priest."

The gentleman looked at Tiyabuka, because he had been suppressed too hard before, and there were wounds on his neck.He shook his head with a smile, and patted Tiyabuka's head: "No, I'm not worried about losing my freedom. Even if I lose it, it's only a few decades at most. Don't think too much, find the medicine yourself Take care of your wounds."

The gentleman's warm fingers lightly touched Tiyabuka's wound that had begun to scab. The feeling like an electric shock was something Tiyabuka had never experienced before.His cheeks were slightly red, and he shook his head vigorously: "No...no need, it's just a minor injury, Tiabka, who is a slave, doesn't need any treatment at all..."

"He is quite self-aware, but you, sir, when will you change your temper of always worrying about useless people?" Imerton came outside the door as early as Tiyabuka proposed to let the husband escape. , It's just that he wanted to see how daring this slave is, but he didn't expect to have already started to seduce his master publicly... He sneered and strode into the room.

Tiabka's body trembled visibly.Seeing it in his eyes, the gentleman didn't pay much attention to it. He just folded his hands and said indifferently: "The high priest's work doesn't seem to be as busy as I imagined. What's the matter, Emerton?"

"Eat." Imerton said succinctly. As soon as the words fell, a group of priestesses came in with various dishes, set up the table, and placed it in the center of the room. "Let's all go down." He waved his hand, and a group of priests withdrew. Tiabka glanced at Mr. and found that he did not object, and also left the room.

Only Mr. and Imerton were left in the room.

"Did the journey go well?" The gentleman asked softly, looking at the large table of food in front of him.

"Not very well." Imerton replied.

"Where's the enemy?"

"Give it all to Anubis."

"That's good." The gentleman finally started, "hold the entire religious belief in Egypt firmly in the palm of your hand, and soon, even if the old man wants to weaken your real power, he will have nothing to do with you."

Imerton quietly looked at the gentleman who stopped talking. It was his habit and a kind of self-cultivation not to eat or sleep.He picked up the fruits and vegetables slowly, with the same elegant and calm demeanor as Mr.

When... will he stop treating him as just a student or a child...