Radiant Enemy

This is the Kingdom of Sands illuminated by the dazzling sun.

From the moment you enter the city gate, you can experience the strength and wealth of this country, which is different from other small countries.

The soldiers guarding the gate of the city held sharp weapons to guard against possible riots, while merchants with various goods on their heads led camels and horses to the market.

In the bazaar, you can buy expensive spices, silk as light as a cicada's wing, and various foods made from goat's and camel's milk.

Egypt, guarded by the Nile River, is a great country praised by its people and monarchs.

And in the center of the palace overlooking Upper and Lower Egypt, a brown-skinned little boy was running along the spacious corridors, and the men and women he met on the way quickly gave him a smooth path.

And behind him was a large group of panic-stricken maids and attendants, chasing this vigorous and very agile child mightily.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! His Royal Highness Ozman Diaz! Please slow down! Slow down! What if you fall down!" They wanted to catch up with him, but they didn't dare to really use their strength to avoid hurting Ozman. Zman Diaz.

"His Royal Highness Ozman Diaz, the envoys entering the city will not arrive so quickly, you don't have to be so impatient at all! If you hurt your precious body, what should you do!"

Ozyman Diaz was young, and his body was exceptionally flexible. Often the attendants caught up with him, and he dodged him under the armpit or by his side.

"Stop arguing, my prince won't fall down! Who would make such a low-level mistake!" The Egyptian crown prince with a round and childish face made a face at the noisy attendants and maids behind him.

"Besides, this prince is not just here to watch the excitement!" Ozyman Diaz has been a self-willed, willful and arrogant person since he was a child. After all, he is a noble person bred by people with the blood of gods in this country. In the future, he will inherit Upper and Lower Egypt and become the king of this land. He has the qualifications.

But it was hard for the maids and attendants who were in charge of serving him. For this mischievous crown prince, they were often punished by the king and queen.

If Ozyman Diaz hadn't generously given them monetary compensation, the compensation would have been more than enough to offset the punishment they received. I am afraid that the bedroom of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would become the last place the servants and slaves in the entire palace would not want to go. up.

The clear and crisp laughter echoed in the palace, causing Queen Stella, who was originally staying in the palace, to stop what she was doing, stood up and walked to the door.

And just when the queen came to the door, a warm little sun gently threw herself into her arms, and those golden bright eyes raised up to look at her: "Queen! Have you heard! Envoys from all countries are here today!" Come to Egypt, let's go and see together!"

"You child, I have said many times, don't run so fast, what if you fall?" The beautiful queen gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from Ozyman Diaz's face.

"Come here, bring coconut milk to quench my son's thirst." Queen Stella's voice was slightly raised, and soon a maid respectfully held a clay cup filled with sweet liquid.

Ozyman Diaz picked it up and drank it down. The fragrance and sweetness brought by the mixture of coconut milk and goat milk really moistened his thirsty throat when he was running just now.

The famous Sun King in the future is just a child who can still make trouble and act like a baby in his mother's arms: "Mother, you go too! Don't stay in the palace all the time, it will be boring!"

Ozyman Diaz, who racked his brains and wanted his mother to go out to get some fresh air, blinked and said softly.

"You child, didn't the queen mother say that she doesn't like that kind of noisy place?" The black-haired queen smiled and nodded Ozyman Diaz's forehead.

"Besides...that's nothing to look at." As if recalling some memory, the queen's voice also lowered.

But in the end, the queen still failed to hold back her child, and left her bedroom with Ozyman Diaz.

The hall of the main hall was already full of envoys who came, but Ozyman Diaz keenly discovered that beside those adults, there were more or less immature children sitting.

Most of the children's faces were filled with apprehension. Even though there was ample food in front of them, no one reached out to eat it.

Is it the children of the messengers?

Ozyman Diaz thought curiously.

However, he quickly dismissed this idea. After all, Egypt is a powerful country. How can an envoy from another country bring a child who is easy to make a fuss so blindly?And still almost every waiter brings?

Ozyman Diaz subconsciously ignored that he was only a child, too.

These envoys from Xitai, Hittite and other countries came to present gifts from their kings, and came to celebrate the harvest sacrifice of the Nile River with the current Egyptian monarch Seti I.

The Nile River Harvest Sacrifice is a grand ceremony held every five years, and those countries that are befriending Egypt on the surface, secretly fearing Egypt, or surrendering to Egypt will come to congratulate them.

Ozyman Diaz originally held such a grand ceremony, it must be very interesting, but in addition to the performances presented by the envoys from various countries at the beginning, it was a bit interesting, and the various official greetings afterwards were heard by Ozyman Diaz He lowered his head and yawned several times.

The black-haired and brown-skinned little prince waited for a while, and finally got something new.

Envoys from various countries sent their congratulatory gifts respectively, and Ozyman Diaz sat up and looked at the gifts with local characteristics.

But what caught his attention was not those expensive and gorgeous gifts.

The huge and golden bronze tripod sent by the West Terrace was indeed eye-catching, and many people gave out gasps of admiration.

But Ozyman Diaz's eyes fell on Hittite's envoy.

When the Hittite envoy appeared, there was another murmur.

Because the first one to come out was a boy who should be about the same age as Ozyman Diaz.

His skin is as fair as goat's milk, his eyes are as blue as the sky, and his hair is as soft and white as clouds.

The boy's gestures were generous, and although he was attracting the eyes of countless people in the main hall, he was not at all stage frightened, and the smile on the corner of his mouth easily reaped the favor of everyone.

The Hittite envoy stood behind the boy, making Ozyman Diaz think that the boy was a gift from Hittite, which made him frown displeased.

Although this boy is still immature, he can already see how handsome he will be in the future.

However, no matter whether the boy intends to dedicate it to Cervante I or Ozyman Diaz's mother, he is clearly malicious.

He turned his head to look at his father, and found that Seti I was staring at the child for a moment.

Ozyman Diaz flashed a lot of examples of "beauty misleading the country" learned in the royal course, and couldn't help but glared at the boy.

"Your Majesty the Pharaoh, Your Majesty the Beautiful Queen, this is a gift from Hittite - the kettle 'Lotus of the Nile'." People are envoys from all over the world with high status, and he is still calm and composed.

After the white-haired boy's voice fell to the ground, the Hittite waiter took a step forward, carefully placed the box in his hand on the table set by the attendants, and then opened it gently as if treating a rare beauty Box.

Ozyman Diaz knew that Hittite was a big country comparable to Egypt, but he had preconceived ideas and didn't think that there would be any rare and precious things worthy of admiration in such a small box.

——So Hittite really didn't care about drinking because he was a drunkard, and the "gift" he really wanted to give was actually this eloquent boy!

Ozyman Diaz doesn't want his father to have more such pets at all. His mother hasn't laughed much since Seti I accepted the side concubine. Adding a Hittite male pet , I don't know how sad Stella will be.

Ozyman Diaz, consciously standing on the mother's side, stared at the Hittite boy, trying to express his displeasure in his eyes.

The white-haired boy didn't seem to notice that His Royal Highness the crown prince sitting on the side of the throne harbored ill-feeling towards him. He just smiled and moved away, revealing the gift from Hittite to the eyes of the supreme ruler of Egypt.

"This is so beautiful——" The person who gave the first sigh of admiration was none other than Ozyman Diaz's mother, Stella, the concubine of the Egyptian Pharaoh.

Her eyes were involuntarily attracted to the gift, and she felt that her heart would be shocked by this soft and delicate beauty.

Even Seti I, who had seen many gorgeous and expensive treasures, couldn't help but stand up a little, so as to appreciate this gift in detail.

The envoys of each country are naturally people who know the goods. From the moment this banquet started, the intrigue and open and dark arrows of each country have already begun.

The preciousness of gifts and the ingenuity of ideas are all the criteria they use to compare national strength.

The golden tripod sent by the Xitai Kingdom just now is already very luxurious and gorgeous, but compared with the "Lotus of the Nile" before their eyes, it lacks a bit of breathtaking beauty and truth.

After all, the tripod was bulky and huge. If it was placed in the bedroom, it would always feel in the way, but the gift from Hittite was different.

This gift from Hittite is a water jug.

But this is no ordinary kettle.

There are lotus flowers blooming one after another on the smooth and graceful body of the pot. They are not painted or carved, but the petals are shyly stretched and curled up, and the pink petals protrude from the body of the pot.

The tip of the petals is the deepest red pink, and the lower part is a pale pink that gradually becomes lighter, until the bottom of the wide petals is a pale pink that is almost white.

Emerald green leaves grow under the lifelike petals. If you look closely, you can see crystal dew rolling on the leaves, about to drip down the rhizomes between the leaves.

"How on earth is this made--" Even Xitai Laishi, who thought that the gifts from his own country were overwhelming, couldn't help but admire.

This land already had pottery and even lacquerware, but in this ancient era, there was no such flourishing and colorful porcelain culture as that of another East Asian power.

Even weapons are still at the stage of bronze smelting, and iron farm tools have not appeared, let alone used as weapons.

"Yu is very satisfied with your gift, and so is Yu's queen," Seti I said.

"Report your name, child. Since you offered it, not someone behind you, you must be related to this beautiful kettle."

"My name is Hilgna, just as your Majesty said, this pot was researched and fired by me." Hilgna nodded and raised his head.

"If you can win the favor of you and the queen, the 'Lotus of the Nile' must also be very happy."

The white-haired Hittite boy said with a smile.

As Hilgner expected, the porcelain crafted by him did win the favor of the Egyptian royal family, which also means that his plan was half successful.

As a Hittite citizen, Hilgna appeared here not because of anything else, but because he was about to spend a long time in this country.

If you want to ask why, you have to go back to a few months ago, when he had not come to Egypt and was still in the Hittite palace——

"According to the covenant between Egypt and Hittite, we have to send a prince to Egypt." When Silgner heard his mother say this to himself, he was soaking in the royal library, looking through various Hittite books. history and information.

The paper used in the books here is made of a kind of sedge, which is yellow and soft and brittle, and can only be used for short-term records. Therefore, the carriers used to record major events are clay tablets.

Hilgner, whose hands were sore from holding the clay tablet, planned to wait until he grew up a bit and had people and money on hand, before he could make paper that was harder and easier to write on.

Hearing what his mother said, Hilgner poked his head out from the bookshelf he was sitting on, with a calm expression: "I did see this covenant regulation a while ago, so did they choose me?"

The woman with the same hair color and eye color as Hilgna showed a sad and guilty look: "It hasn't been decided yet, but I'm afraid it's very possible... Hill, I'm sorry, mother can't protect you."

"It's not surprising to me." Hilgna said calmly.

"The crown prince of Egypt is now ten years old. Since the covenant needs to be strengthened, it is the best choice to send the prince and princess of the right age. Among the Hittites, there are not many concubines who have children, but there are children, but there are no children." A powerful mother clan, without the support of the Senate, is only you, my mother."

"You have two children, one is me, the eldest son, and my younger brother is three years younger than me. Although it is barely within the scope of this choice, but..."

Hilgner laughed, and his smile made his mother take a step back involuntarily: "You can't bear him."

"I'm really sorry, but Hill, if you go to Egypt, you will be able to live a good life!" Hilgna's mother hurriedly explained, her right hand involuntarily grasped her skirt, facing Looking at this child who has been weird since he was born, and who is so intelligent that he can read people's hearts, even if it is her own flesh and blood, she can't help being afraid.

"So, Hill...can you take the initiative to propose to His Majesty and the Senate to go to Egypt?" She looked at her child expectantly.

If it is voluntary, His Majesty will definitely look up to her a few times, and she can take the opportunity to consolidate His Majesty's love for her!

"Of course." Silgner put aside the clay tablet in his hand, put his feet off the bookshelf, and dangled in the air.

"But I have conditions. Since I'm going to be a hostage, there should be compensation for me, right?"

"As the prince of Hittite, going to Egypt represents the face of Hittite. Presumably His Majesty and the Senate will not be stingy with money and servants."

His mother breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone was loving and caring, trying to reassure Hilgna.

"Of course I have to give these to me, but I'm not only talking about these." Hilgner jumped off the high shelf and landed lightly on the ground.

The white-haired child was covered with very light cotton gauze around the waist, and his upper body was only a short jacket, which was fastened at the front with a strange twist button.

Hittite's favorite concubine knew that her child made it herself, and it was very convenient to wear without being too hot. It was also popular in Hittite for a while.

"What I want is the command authority and contact methods of Hittite spies lurking in Egypt-don't tell me that Hittite, who is comparable to Egypt, did not send spies. Of course, there is also a map of the entire Egypt and nearby oases. "

The chill hit Hittite's favorite concubine's brain in this instant.

Although she knew that her child was indeed as smart as an adult's soul lived in this small body, after knowing that she was about to go to Egypt and become a proton in Egypt that could be flattened and rounded at will, Hilgna unexpectedly quickly Thinking of these...

It's terrifying.

But this also confirmed that she was right. Compared with her second son who was only seven years old, Hilgna had a better chance of going to Egypt and living a better life.

"But Hill, you also have to know that those are state secrets, how could he be willing to tell you? What if..."

If Hilghner, in order to please the Egyptian rulers, wiped out all the spies they managed to infiltrate, then Hittites would suffer a heavy loss.

"I will persuade the Senate and the father and the king, mother, you only need to let me see them."

Hilgner replied that the princes who are not adults cannot get access to the Senate. Perhaps this is another kind of struggle between the royal family and these power ministers, to prevent the princes who have not yet judged by the Senate and make the imperial power fall aside.

"By the way, I remember that the proton went with the envoys who participated in the Nile Harvest Ceremony, right? Mother, please tell my father that I have a better gift for the pharaohs of Egypt—they are worrying about what to give. If the mother solves this trouble for the father, he must love you even more."

Even as a favorite concubine, she didn't know the information Hilgner said, but she didn't dare to refute or refuse.

Because since Hilgna can speak, he has not missed what he said, and he has also made many useful suggestions for her, which has strengthened His Majesty's favor for her a lot.

But since Hilgna is willing to go to Egypt, more than half of the pressure on her heart has been resolved, and it doesn't matter if she meets her child's request within her ability.

In this way, in the tenth year of his reincarnation in this hot land, Hilgna became a proton and came to another strange country.

In fact, it is the same for him in any country.

Hilgna lowered his head, and twitched the corners of his mouth after hearing the Egyptian Pharaoh's happy laughter.

The ending in Ireland made Hilgner lazy.

In that battle, they paid a heavy price, and finally repelled the heroic spirit Cu Chulainn.

But Arthur eventually disappeared in that earth-shattering battle, and Hilgna also paid the price of a damaged arm and internal organs, and Cu Chulainn lost both legs.

Because of the serious injury, Hilgner died suddenly without making it past a few years.

Although the once intense emotions subsided a lot when reincarnated, and occasionally Hilgner could comment from the perspective of a bystander that some parts of himself were too emotional, but in the end, the country that was built with painstaking efforts failed to see the harvest. At that moment, Hilgner still regretted it very much.

What's more, if he goes too far in this world and leads to existences like 'Heroic Spirit Cu Chulainn', it will be even more troublesome.

Hilgner didn't want to see familiar faces in this place.

So he decided that if he could ascend the Hittite throne smoothly, Hilgna would naturally manage the country well, but if he did not become king, then he would assist the new king well.

If the new king can't accommodate him, then Hilgna will travel and wander, and there will always be a place that can accommodate him.

Hilgner didn't realize how lonely his thoughts were, and he didn't realize how out of place his breath and expression were when he stood aside and didn't speak, as if he was separated from the world, and everything in this world was nothing to him. in this way.

It's no wonder that the people in the palace, including his mother, are vaguely afraid of him.

Human beings always have fear and hostility towards abnormal people, which is also a helpless instinct.

This is why Hilgna stood on the land of Egypt and offered gifts to the Pharaoh.

Since it is to be a proton, of course it is better to be a proton who can be appreciated by the pharaoh and show his own value.

Whether it was for the pharaoh to show the big country's favor to the protons, or to win over him who is valuable, Hilgna will not be too sad in Egypt after his appearance this time.

If Egypt and Hittite were to go to war, Egypt would use his proton as a blood sacrifice, and Hilgna would have a way to escape smoothly.

There were only two spies from the Senate and the King of Hittite, but Hilgner was also very satisfied, and having two was enough for him.

He needs eyes, hands and feet outside the palace, and these two spies are essential for his life as a salted fish where he can sleep until he wakes up naturally in the future.

And in order to ensure that his own life would not be lost in advance in various dangers and possible emergencies, Hilgner also came up with an insurance policy.

When saluting and returning to his seat, Hilgna held the cup on the table, used it as a cover, and gently moved his lips: "Arash, have you memorized the terrain of the palace?"

Hilgner could feel a warmth from behind him, and the calm and gentle voice belonging to the familiar also sounded directly in his mind: "I have written it down, and I can draw it for you later. "

This humanoid familiar named Arash was the last insurance that Hilgna made for himself—although what he wanted to summon at the beginning was not an existence like Arash at all, but I don’t know if those high-dimensional beings are in To make trouble, after Hilgna summoned Arash for the first time, he always failed to summon other familiars.

In the end, because he had no choice but to set off, Hilgna took Arash with him while pinching his nose—even if he didn't bring the familiar, Arash could still follow his breath to find him.

Besides, Arash's power is strong, so Hilgner can only find a way to maximize the benefits.

"And Master, I suggest you drink more goat milk, don't just take a sip, for boys of this age, you are really a bit short - the Egyptian princes over there are all taller than you Half a head."

"shut up."

"Yes Yes."