The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

It wasn’t until he walked far away with a smile on his face that Ozymandias said to Tahir: “I said something serious just now, in fact, there are still some people who have always supported you, and I can tell by the look in their eyes gone."

"What's the matter, are you still worried that I'm sad because no one understands?"

Tahir was already used to the prudence that the pharaoh always displayed the most vividly at such times, not to mention that the things he was worried about had never happened before.

"I know."

It wasn’t when he walked proudly through the crowds side by side with the king. Earlier, Tahir knew that in this country where most people regarded him as a sinner, there was still a minority group who always trusted him .

They are the people he has helped.

Although only in the temple, do your duty as the high priest.

However, no one can deny that during the years when the high priest of the Karnak Temple was Tahir, countless poor people received relief from the temple, food and clothing, and did not have to wait for death when they got sick. , Come to the temple, you can also get the most precious treatment.

Among these people are residents of the slums. Tahir often went to the slums when he was young, and many people have seen him.

There are also slaves with the lowest status in Egypt. They can take to the streets on the day of annual celebrations, that is, at that time they can witness the demeanor of the high priest on the holy ship.

Those who will always remember the high priest and be grateful to the high priest are just such a group.

Therefore, when they learned that the "high priest" had reappeared in Thebes, they could bravely come out to rescue him and take him to avoid the pursuit of the soldiers.

"them……"

The Pharaoh stretched out his arms to embrace his lover who had suffered a lot at a moment he didn't know. After a few pauses, he took a deep breath: "In this way, you will be worthy of being the rest of your subjects."

"Is there anything else that bothers you? Let me see. The Lion King is horrible, I must—"

"It has been cured by another you, don't look at it."

Tahir did it on purpose—no, he just said it casually.

Then counted for three seconds, and waited for the expected blow from Wang: "Tahir! Don't mention that guy!"

Ozymandias temporarily skipped the topic of the Lion King because his heart was filled with sourness again, and angrily dragged Tahir to the solar ship to check his injuries. He was worried if he didn't take a look for himself.

Tahir, of course—wouldn't spoil him with such meaningless trifles.

The high priest suppressed the pharaoh with a look, and then it became like the two of them sat on the solar boat cuddling together as they did when they were playing around in the last world, overlooking the familiar things that had been separated for thousands of years.

Looking down at the height where the sun travels, the view you get is unique.

Not only can you have a panoramic view of thousands of miles of scenery at a glance, but at this moment, you can also feel a sense of enlightenment pouring into your heart.

From ancient times to the present, this is the scenery that only the king (the sun) can enjoy.

"Now, you can finally watch it with me."

Wang's deep but unmistakable gentle voice sounded beside his ears, and the blazing warmth like the sun also hit at the same time, submerging the cold heart that was close at hand.

Tahir held the hand that Ozymandias extended to caress his cheek. Although he stopped this move, he took the initiative to put the man's hot hand on his chest, facing where the heart is.

"The Egypt that appeared in the singularity is quite different from the real Egypt." He slowly closed his eyes in the warmth, but said truthfully.

"That's what I said." Ozymandias didn't take it seriously: "We're just watching. What happens here has nothing to do with us."

"yes."

"Of course—the group of mortals who want to restore human reason are here! If you don't do your job well, you still let you worry about them."

The pharaoh hummed bitterly. Obviously, the princess was seriously injured indirectly because of this singularity, and he couldn't get over it, and his narrow-mindedness broke out again.

Tahir: "You."

But he didn't say anything anymore, before the time to make a move, in the leisure time before that, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Your courtiers don't care?"

"in spite of."

"What about the riot caused by you?"

"Hmph, someone will take care of it!"

As for "which person" is "that person", there is no need to say it clearly, because it would be a spoiler to say so.

"just looking around?"

"it is good."

"But, before that..."

Wang suddenly paused.

"Tahir, I have to go to another place."

He still didn't say where he wanted to go, but Tahir had already guessed it.

"This is the singularity, Ramses."

I reminded it again, but Ozymandias still shook his head: "I understand that nothing will change if I do this, but... I still have to go, otherwise, I will never be able to forgive myself."

When Wang said this, Tahir naturally couldn't object anymore.

Only a sigh came from his mouth.

"Go."

So the solar ship stalled somewhere and landed on the ground.

The dilapidated temple is at the end of the line of sight.

The old priest was in the temple every day and every night, wearing a thick and dark shadow, dedicating his body and mind to the only "God" in his heart.

The same is true today.

The accident that broke in not long ago didn't seem to affect him at all, and the noon ceremony was carried out in an extremely oppressive silence as usual.

He fetched a basin of water from the lake that was about to dry up, because every moment his body was decaying, every movement seemed stiff, and his steps were even more faltering.

The unspeakable pain was hidden in these little details, but the old priest still endured it silently.

Even if the lake dries up, he will still do it.

Even if no one understands, he still does it.

Even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, he still has to do this thing.

In the countless long years, the stars have changed, the sun has risen countless times, and it has passed over the ruined temple, but not once has it kindly given light to this person who has long lost all light.

No one knew what he was thinking during this period of torture.

Is he waiting for something?

But in this place, nothing will come.

No need, even the snake who was forced to be trapped with him gave up speculating about his thoughts.

No matter what the old priest looked like in the past, now he is boring, sad, and skinny... It seems that all the ugly images have gathered together.

He has even given up on himself, how can others interfere?In the end, I can only continue like this, and continue the meaningless behavior endlessly.

The water is here.

Next, the old priest would walk into the deepest altar of the temple, kneel in front of the statue, and wipe the statue little by little.

His eyes are invisible, and his movements will be very slow. Fortunately, he has walked the road from the outside of the temple to the altar so many times that he can't make mistakes.

One step after another.

Without the sound of footsteps, this pitch-black shadow really looked like a ghost that had lost its life.

However, at the moment when he was about to walk into the altar.

--boom.

There was a sound that broke all the silence extremely abruptly.

The old priest did not pause, the arrival of this intruder was not important to him, and he also...

"and many more."

Suddenly, the old priest's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the air also solidified, no longer flowing.

--do not speak.

— There can be no more sound.

The stability that has been maintained for many years is about to be broken by this voice, this person that should never appear... What kind of terrible thing will happen?

do not know.

So no sound can come out.

Don't, don't—

"Turn around and look at me."

But the intruder must speak.

"Even if it's not now, I'll always find you, Tahir."

"Come on."

"I desperately want to hold you in my arms," ​​he said.

……

……

The old priest tremblingly held the sacrifice in his hand, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

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