The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

After passing the things in his hands to someone who could help to hand them over, the high priest who took the time to leave the temple did not intend to stay longer, put on the hood that covered his face again, and wanted to leave.

"You have come here all the time, don't you plan to go there yourself?"

Moses' voice sounded, wanting to keep him, but unfortunately he still failed. The high priest has made up his mind and will not change easily.

"No need." The boy whose eyelids were once again shrouded in darkness said, "It's just something I made on a whim, and I don't need to tell them that it was made by me."

"so……"

"Also, please don't use honorifics."

"Ah, I'm really sorry, because Tahir really made me respect, so I couldn't help it... I'll change it back."

This is the second time that Moses was directly pointed out about the title.

The first time was because of the first meeting plus identity issues, and the second time was what he called respect.

Moses was not embarrassed by this blunt and slightly indifferent tone. On the contrary, he felt that he had a better understanding of the high priest's temperament.

Tahir divided the distance between himself and others very clearly, even so clearly that Moses felt that it was unnecessary.

He seldom has unnecessary contact with other people. Even if he has come to the slums, near the homes of innocent men and women who just cleared their grievances a few days ago, his footsteps will only stop here.

The amulet made by the high priest of the Sun Temple was given to Moses by him. This item, which is hard to find abroad, was sent to the hands of the poor so casually, and they did not take any money.

Moses thought at first that the high priest, even if he did not want to show himself, should reveal to the two men who had gifted them such a precious gift.

But when the words came to his lips, he understood again.

The material of the two amulets touched by the hands is not good, they are just ordinary stones, which seem to be of little value on the surface.

But as long as you look closely, you can find that the creator carefully carved the statue of the young Horus for the two lucky people who survived death.

The juvenile god Horus represents the god of birth and has the meaning of revival of all things.

Get out of desperation and usher in a new life. Under the protection of God Horus, a brand new happy life will inevitably come—thinking about it, there is no more sincere blessing than this.

Moses felt joy from the bottom of his heart that innocent people could be reborn, and he couldn't help but be moved by the high priest's heart.

There is no need to let the two who have managed to escape from death feel that they have received great favors, Tahir does not need those gratitude.

Once the amulet is ready, it only needs to be handed over to the person concerned. Whether they know who the real giver is or whether they use it is not within the scope of Tahir's concern.

That's why he didn't want to go there in person.

"Ah, this is really..."

Moses sighed with emotion in a low voice, and covered the second half of the sentence "This is really a gentle heart that can't be concealed even if it is covered with ice cold".

"I just don't like being called that."

"Eh?"

Just as the white-haired boy who was still meditating raised his head in surprise, he met the piercing gaze cast by the high priest.

"I don't like looking at normal people and calling me too kind."

Moses (dumb): "Huh? Ah, ah...huh? Is that so?"

Tahir (calmly): "Yes."

Moses:"……"

Okay, I have deepened my understanding a little bit.

It is true that the high priest is gentle in nature, but the shell wrapped around "gentleness" is really hard.

It turns out that the reason why he doesn't like others being too polite to him is that he doesn't like to listen to it -- no, should he first rejoice that in the eyes of the high priest, he is still a "normal person"?

For a while, I really wanted to ask him who could be considered an "abnormal person".

Moses' mood was still a little delicate, but he still responded with a good temper, and expressed his willingness to accept the high priest's different treatment.

Tahir nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction with the boy's attitude.

He had achieved the main purpose of this trip, and he really didn't want to stay any longer, leaving very simply.

After a while, Moses, who was holding the amulet, could only see his distant figure under the robe, which was getting smaller and smaller as it walked on the rather uneven stone road.

In fact, there was one thing that Moses still didn't have time to tell Tahir.

Thinking about it later, even if he said it, Tahir probably wouldn't care.

That day, when he was entrusted by Tahir to help lead people to arrest the real criminals, he happened to bump into a few sneaky people hiding among the poor on the road.

Because the eyes of those people were too flickering and evasive, unlike the aborigines living here, they subconsciously lowered their heads when they bumped into the guards, trying to hide in the crowd and escape.

Moses felt a little strange, so he paid more attention and asked people to follow him to find out.

In this investigation, the spies that Ramses had mentioned before were sent by the enemy army to lurk in the city, so they directly hit the edge of the knife, and were captured in one fell swoop before they could do anything.

On the surface, catching the spy can only be regarded as an unexpected gain, and it has nothing to do with Tahir, but it is just luck.

But Moses did not forget that when they met for the first time, Tahir had said something vague about it.

Although there is no basis, nor any proof.

The white-haired boy still thanked silently in his heart.

But, having said that... Could it be an illusion?

The face of the High Priest, who had just glanced at him briefly, seemed paler than when he first saw him, and his lips were a little less bloody.

……

Regardless of what Moses was thinking, at this time, Tahir had already walked out of the slums.

It's still a bit strange to say.

The High Priest now has his own prestige and reputation, and has regained some control over the temple with complex roots, but he still seems a bit scruples about leaving the temple.

He just doesn't like going out with a lot of fanfare, and he doesn't like people noticing what he really wants to do.

At this point, the number of people who can find out that a high priest has evaporated from the temple out of thin air is completely zero.

No one can control him, no one can control him, the second time Tahir took Master Mejed away, it was much smoother than the first time.

There was still a little time before noon when we had to go back.

The young man wrapped himself in gray cloth, and Lord Mejed just held him in his arms. This outfit looked more low-key and simple.

The bazaar on the field was at its busiest time, people shuttled back and forth with items for exchange, and the cloth placed on the nearest stall was brightly colored and full of variety.

Originally, he would never be attracted by these foreign objects, and it was even more inadvisable to waste time for things he was not interested in, so he was about to leave the city.

However, who would have known that something wrong would happen at this moment.

Tahir in the crowd took two steps forward without looking sideways, and the weight in his hands suddenly became lighter.

He subconsciously wanted to fish for it, and needless to say, he still got nothing.

Without showing the slightest sign, Master Mejed jumped down and ran away!

Tahir: "!"

Although it is not uncommon for Mr. Mejed to run away suddenly (instead of many times), it is the first time that he ran into the crowd unexpectedly like today.

"plum--"

The first word came out, and the following words were abruptly held back by the young man who realized something was wrong.

This is on a street where people come and go, and it is taboo to shout out the name of the gods rudely.Besides, it's useless to call.

Tahir lowered his head for the first time, trying to let his eyes pass through the staggered footsteps of pedestrians, digging out the white shadow with difficulty.

His eyesight has always been very good, which has something to do with the magic power he is constantly practicing and refining.

But at this moment, maybe it was due to exhaustion or some other reason, but after not watching for a long time, my eyes felt a little numb, and the scene that fell into my field of vision suddenly became blurred for a short time.

"……Well."

The young man frowned slightly, and opened his mouth very imperceptibly.

In the next second, his figure began to shake, as if he had swept away the previous pause with a decisive step.

Tahir directly gave up the stupid idea of ​​looking for Lord Mejed below where he couldn't see clearly.

He chose the direction completely opposite to where he wanted to go, turned his back to the gate of the city, and was carried by the crowded crowd from behind, getting further and further away from the gate of the city.

As for where Lord Mejed might go, calm down and think about it, Tahir actually has a clue.

There is no need to use the eyes that can penetrate the future. In the process of being carried forward by the flow of people, the boy speculated that it is very likely that Mr. Mejed is "over there".

It should be said that as long as there is no accident, it will be there 100%!

It's true to let go of my heart a little bit, and it's true that if I don't know him well, I can't see that he is still flustered.

Lord Mejed has stayed by his side these years, and it has long become a habit.

Tahir is not afraid that Lord Mejed will get lost, and it will come back if it is lost.

However, Lord Mejed just walked from the altar to the room where he lived, which already made Tahir feel distressed.

This time, if Lord Mejed walks from the city to the temple step by step...

No, it's just imagination, and I feel unbearable.

Lord Mejed must be found as soon as possible.

The blond boy finally showed a slight flaw in his gestures. He quickened his pace and almost exhausted all his strength to squeeze out from the crowd of people who gathered more and more.

When he was able to get away, he was so tired that the hood was almost pulled off again, but fortunately, his hands pulled it tightly, which only made the cloth become wrinkled again.

"……All right."

"That's where it is."

A few days ago, when he was led by Moses to the slums, he happened to pass by here.

At the entrance of the alley not far ahead, there is a small stall selling fruits.

Holding the huge doubt of "the temple also has fruits to worship, why does Lord Mejed insist on staying here", Tahir approached silently.

The sound of his footsteps disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the city, and his figure became light because of his concentration and care.

Lord Shenming, who is always so wise, appeared from the back, right on the stall full of fruits.

With a youthful disposition that appeared at some point in time, and which he was completely unaware of.

Tahir got closer and closer, and at the same time stretched out his hand, moving forward little by little.

All right.

hug to...

Didn't get it!

The arms that were stretched forward were completely thrown into the air, and Master Mejed disappeared out of thin air again.

However, not all [all] are gone.

At the same moment, another person who appeared behind Tahir successfully embraced his friend and smiled triumphantly: "Hahaha, you didn't notice this time."

For Ramses, this is a "victory" finally obtained after long planning.

Even His Royal Highness, who is already capable of being alone, sometimes clings to a purpose that sounds very naive.

He wanted to scare him, but also wanted to hug him.

However, at the moment of hugging her, her heart beat faster than ever before.

The prince lowered his head subconsciously and smelled a faint fragrance.

……

Tahir's eyes can't see all the future, and sometimes loopholes will naturally appear.

It seems that the biggest "loophole" happened at this moment.

Tahir couldn't see Ramses, and when he was suddenly hugged from behind, his whole body froze instantly.

He almost jumped up on the spot—no, such an exaggerated movement is not in line with the status of a high priest, let alone something that an arrogant, indifferent and reserved high priest would do.

So, it's just a little bit stiffer than normal... When the High Priest spoke, his voice was relatively steady: "Childish."

Ignoring objective factors, he only said these two words.

cold.

Very nonchalant.

Very nonchalant!

It was so cold that His Royal Highness, who was still inexplicably hot in his chest, also became stiff, and his scorching hot heart suddenly became colder.

Although Ramses would never admit it on the surface: "Tahir, you almost jumped up just now, right? It's okay to say that you were scared, it's really a shame."

Sure enough, Tahir did not disappoint him: "You read it wrong, no."

Ramses: "I saw it, I just saw it."

Tahir: "Oh, then please pay more attention to your body."

Ramses: "...how can you be so easily dazzled by the sun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had fallen into a "trap" again.

The most common method used by Tahir to change the topic is to first provoke the "opponent" to fight with a rough tone, and then wait for the opponent who has fallen into the trap to reveal himself when he is excited.

Tahir has used this method countless times.

Ramses has also been fooled countless times.

It's odd enough that the same cliché should be ineffective after a few uses.

Repeatedly using the same trick/falling on the same trick, it really seems that both parties who are actually smart are not smart.

Perhaps this can only show that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer——

wrong!

"I'm naive, aren't you naive too?"

Ramses decided that from now on, he would completely break out of the vicious circle he had become accustomed to, and refute in the most direct way.

He intends to establish an image of "I'm already very reliable, and I'm not the same as the young kid before".

There is an urgent need for the state of "maturity" among half-grown teenagers, but it seems that there are still some special factors related to personal emotions.

"Okay, let's not talk about this first."

The prince, who wanted to be more mature, seemed to have thought of something extra, his consciousness drifted, and he quickly retracted, saying, "Tahir, what are you doing here?"

"you……"

"what?"

"..."

"Speak up, why didn't you speak all of a sudden?"

"……you."

It took Tahir a long while before he seemed to be able to utter the pronunciation of the words with some reluctance.

"It's hot, Ramses, can you take your hand away."

Ramses (caught off guard and in disbelief): "What?!"

The movements of the high priest, whose face was still covered by the hood so that he could not see his expression clearly, were still very easy to understand.

He turned his head farther away from the shocked Prince, and expressed his disgust in his heart: "Your sweat is all on my clothes."

After all, he is a person who takes baths at least three times a day. The High Priest has always been obsessed with cleanliness, but he doesn't want to say it.

In the current 15-year-old life, the times that Tahir made himself the dirtiest, except for the first time, the other times were all because of Ramses.

Disgusting about a dunce prince with shirtless brown skin glistening with sweat makes perfect sense for a high priest who likes something crisp, right?

Ramses, who was hit hard, felt the same way, so he didn't notice another loophole in Tahir's words.

That is, when he was covered in mud and gray in the past, Tahir did not express his disgust so bluntly, telling him to let go and walk away.

Why are you so determined now?

Miss key details and regrettably miss key information.

When Ramses shrank his hands in silence as if struck by lightning, Tahir turned his face further away, and retracted his gaze from the right side of the brown-haired boy's face just beyond the corner of his eyes.

He lifted his fingertips curled up under his sleeves slightly, but he didn't really lift them up.

The uneasiness of subconsciously wanting to pull the hood lower was suppressed as if nothing had happened, and the blond boy stood a little further away without any trace, preventing Ramses from hearing the thumping sound from his chest.

No matter how close Ramses was, he couldn't hear him.

He also didn't want his golden pupils to have a temperature that could burn everything, piercing through his inexplicably flawed heart because of this embrace.

"..."

"..."

One is because I feel uncomfortable and guilty because I am suddenly rejected, and the other is because I am in a restless mood and urgently need to avoid it.

The two teenagers stood apart, with a distance of one meter between them.

When they both felt that they had recovered, they could completely accept the test of each other's eyes—they turned their eyes back so confidently, and collided with each other very coincidentally.

Swish it.

Needless to say, the eyes of the two seemed to be electrified, piercing each other's pain, and the next moment they quickly staggered away.

Ramses looked at the ground, while Tahir looked up, looking at the head of the brown-haired boy with special skill.

"Master Mejed, what did I do wrong that made you angry?"

Tahir forcibly suppressed the unreasonable throbbing of the previous moment, and sincerely asked Ramses' head, feeling a little hurt in his heart.

Lord Mejed refused to speak.

It slumped down on Ramses' stupid hair, its wise eyes were sharper, and the two slender eyebrows above the eyes were raised sharply.

That's right, the gods are also angry, not to mention that the gods have endured for too long and can't bear it anymore. They just want to show their breeders—no, believers, a firm appearance of never cooperating until they achieve their goals.

This time, Tahir really felt a headache.

He discovered that Lord Mejed had an unprecedented attachment to the fruit stalls he passed by, but he didn't understand why Lord Mejed was still so obsessed with the food outside that was not a tribute even though he offered tribute to Lord Mejed every day. Huai, never forget?

Of course, there is a huge gap between the fruits that common people can eat and the tribute dedicated to gods.

"If you want, I will prepare the freshest and most delicious fruit for you when I go back, just like before..."

"!"

Mejed-sama stood up awkwardly.

Then it sat down angrily again.

Tahir was surprised, and felt a bit empty in his heart: "You don't like the offerings in the temple? Or, could it be that it's the way I serve—"

"!"

Lord Mejed stood up again!

This time, it didn't sit angrily on His Royal Highness's dumbfounded hair, but stood tenaciously, and the sharpness in its eyes seemed to turn into a shining trace of expectation...

Inexplicably, Ramses felt his head sinking: "Wait a minute, are you talking to Lord Mejed? Where is it? What's going on?"

In order to protect His Royal Highness's heart that only ignorance can make him happy, Tahir still didn't tell him where Lord Mejed was staying, and only answered the last question.

Lord Mejed suddenly lost his temper and ran to the fruit stand, as if he wanted to eat fruit very much, but he refused to accept the tribute from the temple.

Tahir (depressed): "Alas."

Ramses: "..."

"I must be not pious enough..."

"Well, Tahir, can I ask, how did you give the tribute to Lord Mejed...?"

Tahir stared at him for three seconds.

"Send the carefully selected tribute and place it quietly in front of the adults."

"and then?"

"It's time for the next rotation of sacrifices—the previous sacrifice, which I will eat with gratitude."

Ramses: "..."

Tahir: "What's the matter, isn't that the way to worship the gods?"

Is Ramses questioning his attitude and level as a priest?

This kind of suspicion is too hurtful, even if he is as cold as Tahir, he will feel unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

He has taken over the daily rituals held in the deepest part of the temple since he was six years old, and he is familiar with every step and every content to an unforgettable level, even if he closes his eyes, he will not make mistakes.

Serving Lord Mejed is also a very important daily task. Of course Tahir will not relax, let alone reduce his respect for Lord Mejed just because he spends time with Lord Mejed day and night.

Ramses: "...No. I just suddenly thought that a god who can run, move and jump should be different from a statue who can't move?"

Tahir: "..."

Ramses: "Lord Mejed, you should be able to eat by yourself."

Tahir: "..."

Ramses: "Could it be, it really wants to eat the tribute you prepared for him, but it just can't eat it, because—"

——It was all eaten by you with great sincerity.

——Still face to face, looking at the food with his own eyes, without leaving a single bite.

Tahir: "......!!!"

This, this is an astonishing big mistake that cannot be justified!

Just like Taher was a little stunned by the sudden blow, his eyes were blank, and he was so dull that he couldn't say a word.

The true voice of the heart was uttered by the witty Prince Ramses. The aggrieved Lord Mejed seemed to have been in the dark for a long time, until now he finally had a glimpse of the sky, and he was also extremely excited at this time.

It jumped violently on the top of His Royal Highness the prince, expressing his grief over the difficult years he has really had.

How can a believer treat God like this, forgetting to eat something delicious, and eating it in front of God!After eating, I feel that this is the success of the consecration!

If Lord Mejed hadn't liked this little believer very much, the divine punishment would have come down long ago, instead of holding back his saliva and waiting until today.

boom! boom! boom!

Ramses, who was used as a springboard (eating pain): "Ah! My head is suddenly healed—it hurts!"