The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

——It turns out that all the previous ones were just random thoughts, what I really want is just...

——I don't want to lose Tahir!

This idea popped into my head at a certain moment, all because of all that happened in just a few minutes.

There was no need to look for evidence to prove it anymore, Ramses was sure of it the moment it jumped out from the deepest part of his heart.

It's incredible.

He didn't realize it at all before.

The reason why the minds of young people who have been dull until now are speeding up at this moment, reaching the correct answer at a speed faster than the sum of the previous ten years... a little bit next to it, thanks to this (his unilateral thought) life and death crisis.

Ramses has always believed that his growing desire in recent years for his best friend who does not seem to need his care - perhaps it can be called "protective desire" - only comes from the deep friendship between the two .

Is it friendship?

After all, they knew each other when they were five or six years old. Since then, even though they haven't seen each other often, their hearts have never been separated.

Hmm...it feels a little worse.

If friendship still can't be interpreted, is it the family relationship that he immediately thought of?

There seemed to be some truth in what Moses said to him, but Ramses thought privately that this reason was not enough to fully convince him.

The concubine mother said whether he was on the edge of the horns and was obsessed with the problem that as long as he relaxed and thought about it, it would not be a problem. Ramses thought to himself, and couldn't help being very unconvinced.

On the surface, he seemed to be fine, as if he was completely convinced by the reason of friendship or family affection.

But deep in my heart, there is always a voice persistently saying: No, you are no longer a child, but an adult who has long been able to be independent, how can you be deceived by the simplest blindfold.

Wanting to protect someone important from harm—whether it’s a friend or family member fits the bill.

But the feelings he gradually had towards Tahir seemed to be unable to completely match, and he always had to discover one or two differences from time to time.

For example, Ramses found that as long as he was free, he liked to stare at Tahir.

Tahir is indeed good-looking, yes, he knew it ten years ago-no, the point is not whether Tahir is good-looking or not!

If it is a disease to keep staring at a close friend who is "just very good-looking", then he must have been ill in recent days.

In the past, the two sat opposite each other across a table, and the prince had nothing to do but stare at his best friend in a daze.

This is also reasonable, after all, he doesn't like to read and doesn't want to sleep, looking at the face of his best friend is much more interesting than looking at other things.

However, this strange disease showed a tendency to aggravate sharply, and the obvious time point of the change was the two days when he was in close contact with Tahir.

It is no longer just a time to sit face to face alone, even when two people are walking together, or when they are sitting on some important business, Ramses can't help being distracted, and his thoughts drift to the "best friend" next to him. "On the body.

He always wanted to see him. If it wasn't for the fact that he would be interrupted more often, he might not want to do anything along the way, and he would be unable to do anything.

Logically speaking, such a situation should not occur.

Because Ramses is not one of those mortals who are easily fooled by the high priest's astonishing appearance, even though he always seems to be watching without getting tired, what he really sees is not just superficial.

It's more like out of greed, insisting on keeping this person in his eyes completely, without revealing half of it.

The only thing that can leak from those golden pupils staring in the same direction is the softness that the owner of the pupils has not yet noticed——

There are still a few traces that are not so soft, on the contrary, they appear to be inexplicably determined to win.

In fact, as the voice in my heart reminded me, the "truth" is hidden in these details that can be seen everywhere, and as long as I look for it a little bit, I can easily wake up.

For friends and family members, the idea of ​​"too thin and want to hug him tightly" will not occur in a trance.

But Ramses looked at the back of the blond young man, and felt that he was too slender for a moment.

The young man is so thin that he can easily hold it with one hand, and he is so close that he only needs to take half a step forward to touch it.If you can just hug him like this, then definitely...

—— Physical and mental comfort.At the same time, I can bring my own warmth to him... Maybe?

For friends and family members, of course, there will not be the almost radical idea of ​​"I must be the person who knows him best, the person closest to him".

Excessively manifested now, Ramses realized belatedly that he could not tolerate anyone else getting closer to Tahir than himself.

It's no longer jealous to the extent that his best "friend" has a "friend" who is closer than himself. This real desire for exclusiveness has eroded his heart silently.

Ramses was gratified that the blond high priest was always on top, and could only be looked up to by everyone. Even if the idlers were delusional, it was impossible for him to approach him.

Ramses was lost because sometimes even he couldn't see through the high priest's heart, only knowing that the ice blue eyes made the gems he had given to the high priest overshadowed.

He wanted to swim in this clear sea, but couldn't help being immersed in it, and it was difficult to wake up.

In addition, it seems that there are more details...

They are all integrated into daily life, and it is too difficult to count them all at once.

Regarding this trip to the abandoned capital that sounded particularly dangerous—in fact, it was extremely dangerous, Ramses was more active than Tahir, who was still defined as a "best friend" at that time.

It wasn't that he didn't fully understand the urgency of the situation, nor was he lacking a sense of nerve, that he didn't have any sense of tension in his heart.

What are you going to do, what kind of danger you will probably face, maybe you will find that the crisis is several times more exaggerated than you imagined when you actually arrive at the place...

Ramses has seriously considered all these things.

There are many reasons for this result, including the unconditional trust in Tahir and his own firm determination.

It was precisely because Tahir was going that he had to go.

Whether or not he could be helpful—no, he had to be—the prince who was otherwise resourceful would only suddenly become reckless and reckless when it came to a person.

No matter what kind of "consequences" you might think of, you don't have to worry about it when it falls in front of Tahir...

——As a result, it was under such "recklessness".

Ramesses realized his innocence only at the moment when he suffered the blow called reality.

Fearless courage and unyielding persistence alone cannot [protect] anyone.

The previous process was fairly safe and sound, but in the end, when he faced the "Idol" that looked like the god Ra descended into the world, Ramses could never erase his embarrassing reaction at that time.

Yes.

No matter how long the past has passed, he cannot forget this "shame".

The statue has a majesty that has never been seen before. Once the face comes into view, it is like a heavy weight falling down, weighing heavily on the heart.

Ramses has not escaped from the mortal body yet, so he will also be oppressed by the power of the gods, and he cannot have the idea of ​​disrespecting or even confronting the gods in his heart.

This is why he froze in place for a short period of time at the beginning and did not move for a long time.

But he still moved after a while.

Still fighting like a decisive gesture, the brown-haired youth suddenly broke free from the invisible shackles at that moment, and the bloodshot eyes were faintly visible in his wide-eyed eyes.

He seemed to be still shouting: "Ta—"

— Tahir! ! !

It was at this moment that Ramses regretted and suddenly came to his senses.

He didn't know if the idol was real or not, and he didn't know if Tahir was capable of dealing with it.

He only knew that in the face of the coercion that all small human beings would bow their heads to surrender, there was one person who had never shown the slightest fear.

It was still the same figure, indifferent, arrogant, as thin and slender as ever, only superficially unchanged.

The blond-haired high priest stood behind him, facing the "God" alone, as if using Ramses' thin body to protect him behind him.

The heart of the High Priest is more indestructible than this mortal body.

It can be seen from this that Ramses received a huge stimulus comparable to a thunderbolt falling on the top of his head.

In the blink of an eye, countless distracting thoughts flashed from my heart, and the taste that came out swayed in my heart, and all I tasted were bitterness and resentment.

"I... how can I slow down this step!"

When he rushed forward and blocked the ferocious gaze of the "God" with his back, the brown-haired young man gritted his teeth heavily, and his expression was obscured by his forehead hair.

"No matter what, it's impossible to..."

Don't talk about "escape" and "surrender", Ramses no longer thinks about anything, only thinks that Tahir may suffer God's punishment, and he must protect him.

Even if that is "God".

Even his actions can undoubtedly be attributed to the provocation of the gods.

To have a high priest who dared to hurt the "God" was already a rare miracle in the world.

But I don't want to have another idiot who is even more stupid to the extreme. Not only did he not retreat, but he rushed forward regardless of his own body and joined the struggle against "God".

No.

Of course not.

This idiot who was stamped with a seal of conviction had no intention of repenting from the beginning to the end. He still thought in his heart that fortunately his hands and feet could move at critical moments. If he really froze in place, he would be ashamed to see Tahir in his life. .

Fortunately, it was moving, and it was fortunate that it was not too late to wake up.

The idiot sat up in a daze, paused, and suddenly thought, this impulse was worth it.

This reckless pounce made him understand what he really wanted from his "best friend".

Care and love for him—or all the other words that can be added in a format, all for the same purpose.

"I……"

and so.

After waking up from the trance that was probably the rest of his life, he said it bluntly:

"What distance is close and far away, it is false to want to be your family."

What friends, what family members, there is no position that is easier to debunk and deceive than these two rhetoric.

What I want is two steps more than "friends".

What I want is more than "family", a deeper desire that is more difficult to study thoroughly.

It's hard to explain how complicated his mood is at the moment, Ramses can only comply with his strongest desire at the moment, and hug the blond young man who is no longer his "best friend" tightly again.

"What I'm most afraid of is losing you!"

The possibility of narrowly losing Tahir terrifies the fearless future sun like never before.

It was this fear that made him overcome his awe of God's punishment.

"..."

"Are you really an idiot, Ramses?"

Prince Ramses' mental journey is too rich for those who don't know it to guess.

This led to the fact that after all the dust settled, the High Priest, who temporarily changed from the attacker to the protected person, endured and endured, and still couldn't help but question him.

After Tahir was almost vomited blood by the sudden pounce of the idiot prince, he was almost crushed by this powerful embrace and broke his internal injuries.

knew.Already known, Ramses was thrilled.

If he was still in good spirits, Tahir would have heard the shocking declaration made by the foolish prince who seemed to be serious. Apart from being speechless, he should be able to cooperate with him appropriately, so as not to disappoint him if he didn't get the desired reaction.

But it was also quite unfortunate that after barely recovering from the predation of the beast—well, it was more like being coquettish—the blond high priest took a breath, and the tone of the words he said slowly was very calm, and he also learned from it. There was a tiredness that could not be ignored.

Inevitably, he was tired.

The last blow to defeat the wraith seemed to be done without much effort, but only the high priest himself knew how much it actually cost.

The snake staff has been in his hands for so long, and it consumes his energy, and the price he needs to pay will not be discounted at all.

Of course, there is more to this exhaustion than that.

The most huge loss is spent in the previous moment...

"Tahir, I have something very important and urgent to tell you!"

It is indeed because there are the most important things rushing out of the tray, and Ramses doesn't mind being called a fool anymore.

As he opened his mouth, he felt the roar of drums in his chest, and felt that the blood converging to his heart was also hot, and everything became a powerful boost to turn his supposedly hardest place into the softest place.

But the timing wasn't right.

Suddenly, the passionate young man was halfway through speaking, and before he blurted out the most crucial sentence, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"You want to listen to me...Tahir?"

Just as he let go of his arms a little, before he could tighten them any more, there was suddenly more weight belonging to others in his arms.

Ramses' eyes moved down, just in time to catch the tail of hair falling from his eyes.

His golden pupils shrank suddenly at the same time, apart from surprise, there was also a hint of panic uncontrollably.

"Ta... Tahir?"

For a moment, Ramses didn't even dare to raise his hand, and justifiably clasped Tahir's back.

It turned out that the blond high priest who had just said a word to him suddenly closed his eyes silently, and his body, which was barely sitting upright, could no longer hold on, and slowly softened, and fell in front of Ramses.

Ramses' solid shoulders caught Tahir's head, and the high priest's long hair slid down in front of his chest, leaving a few long traces of rubbing down.

This seemingly ambiguous contact did not bring any erratic reverie to the young man who was just in love. Instead, it left a deep shadow because of something in front of him, which directly scared him enough.

After shouting several times without answering, Ramses was about to lose his mind.

Seeing him flustered to the point where he couldn't even stabilize his expression, the man who fell down suddenly opened his mouth slightly before he completely deformed, and said rather reluctantly: "It's... nothing... I just... need to rest."

"Really all right? Great!"

Ramses was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it because of this! You patronize me to sleep during the day, what about yourself? If I'm not wrong^...you haven't slept all night, have you?"

"Well……"

Not denying is tantamount to acquiescing.

With Tahir's character, it is really possible to stay up for several days in order to find clues.In this respect, the two of them are exactly alike.

Ramses, who thought he had found the reason, let go of his raised heart again, and now he doesn't care about any "important and urgent things", and he wants to urge Tahir to go to bed quickly instead.

"Go to sleep, I'll follow you. Oh, I almost forgot, there shouldn't be anything else to do here, right? As long as it's safe, I'll take you back right away."

"Being not……"

"Then don't care."

From the perspective of a third person, the two of them are completely immersed in their own world, and they have no sense of being in a weird place and risking their lives and deaths 10 minutes ago.

The vengeful spirit pretending to be a god dissipated unwillingly, without getting even a look from the duo involved.

And when the Wraith disappeared, the glorious temple they had seen before also revealed the essence of a false setting.

The golden clothes were scattered and peeled off, the sorghum beams were shattered and collapsed, and when they hit the ground, they turned into a puddle of pitch-black powder as if decayed by time.

All the virtual images returned to their original shapes in just a few seconds, and they were no longer as bright as they were seen along the way.

Not only that, the ground they were on was not flat ground, but a slope piled up with black mud mixed with something, and the air was filled with a rotten smell.

You'd be suffocated after just one more sniff, let alone one more second in this damn place.

Ramses really solemnly caught Tahir, who insisted on making sure that he was safe, because he didn't want the noble high priest to come into contact with such filth, he simply picked him up with both hands, and stepped on the sticky black mud Backtrack.

Because Tahir fell asleep, Ramses didn't have time to say a lot, just like the way he came here was miserable.

But this time, because he had figured out a major event, instead of feeling depressed, he was inexplicably refreshed.

When he was about to leave, he temporarily remembered the snake staff that Tahir used as a weapon.

Ramses will never have a good impression of the snake rod, so after searching around and not finding the shadow of the snake rod near the original place, he logically stopped looking for it and only thought it was lost. .

The next thing he did was to heroically find the horse that almost ran away, and take Tahir to get on the horse and drive back.

To return to the temple before dawn, Tahir had said so before.

But now that there was no convenient magic spell, and he didn't know how long it would be until dawn, Ramses could only cheer up and urge the horse to go forward bravely, speed up and hurry back, and must catch up.

But let's be honest.

Ramses didn't want to be so fast in his heart.

The blond high priest was wrapped around his waist with one hand and fixed in front of his body, so as to avoid ups and downs when riding a horse.

The people sitting in front would always lean on him, and he had a legitimate reason to keep them close to each other. By the way, he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers that he used to smell, which seemed to come from the hair of the blond young man.

The moon replaced the sun, and the moonlight and the night fell on the world together, making no other creatures awake in the middle of the night except for them who were still running.

The wind is also strong, blowing towards the face, in addition to bringing the coolness soaked into the skin, it will also blow away the voice that sounds at night, so that even if it sounds in someone's ear, it cannot really reach him in the ears.

What he did was probably this cautious unscrupulousness.

"Tahir—"

The prince called out this honey-like name flamboyantly on the ground. It was so sweet that he couldn't help laughing.

When he got to the key content, he lowered the volume a little, as if to prevent others from hearing it, but he still looked confident and radiant:

"When you walk past me, you take my heart away."

It is a love poem.

no doubt.

What?It seems that this line of poetry is a line from the so-and-so poetry collection that Tahir has read a thousand times?

What a joke!Only his prince Ramses, the future pharaoh Ramses, could write this wonderful text!

The prince could no longer remember the specific content of the collection of poems, and he firmly believed that the inexplicably familiar feeling must be an illusion.

Because this touching and affectionate words came to his heart spontaneously at this moment, without any impurities.

He wanted to compliment the blond hair of the man in his arms, his blue eyes, and even more his light-colored thin lips that were always pursed.Everything about this beautiful person is to be admired.

"I don't want to lose you...that is to say, I don't want you to leave my side."

The volume of this sentence became smaller unknowingly, it was the prince who whispered in the ear of the high priest.

After vaguely speaking this most meaningful sentence, it was like a flame burning from his heart to his whole body. The young man's heart was beating wildly, and the blood flowing all over his body was hot, and even the howling cold wind could not calm him down.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot one more thing.

"Is Master Mejed there? You... If you hear it, please don't tell Tahir."

I don't know if Lord Mejed is around, but Ramses still makes the request.

Said it was definitely meant to be said.

But he wants to tell him himself.

With a fiery mood, the high-spirited prince accelerated his horse again and rushed into the still thick night ahead.

When the sound of horseshoes crossed the river bank, there was finally a sign of the approaching twilight in the sky.

The sun is about to rise.