Pharaoh

Chapter 171

In the dark night, the fires in the capital located on the beautiful Nile River were extinguished little by little, so the stars above the night sky seemed brighter and brighter.

The city quiets down in the middle of the night, and the extinguished lights are like its slowly closing eyes, indicating that it is gradually entering a peaceful sleep.

It was the city of the living, the vibrant city of gold.

In the direction where the sun sets, the City of the Dead faces it across the Nile River that runs through the capital.

This is the sacred place where the great pharaohs of Egypt are buried.

The majestic and solemn Valley of the Kings is hidden in the shadow of the night, making it difficult to see clearly. The wide Nile River even isolates people on the other side from peeping and exploring this sacred place.

However, this night was different from the gloom in the usual dark night, there was a faint flame flickering in the depths of the Valley of the Kings.

The gorgeous golden coffin reflects the deserted moonlight falling from the sky, as if it is integrated with the soft moonlight surrounding it, shining faintly with a faint brilliance.

As if melting into the moonlight, it should be as faint as the moonlight, but for some reason it appears strangely dazzling and bright. Its strong sense of presence makes everyone unable to help but focus their attention on it.

The great king Ahmose, admired by the people of Egypt, slept in it.

The high priest of the sun god Ra led the high priests holding golden artifacts to kneel down devoutly on the ground.

Then, after the solemn ceremony, which was hidden in the night and only watched by the full moon standing high in the sky, ended, High Priest Simon stood up.

He raised the gorgeous scepter made of the purest gold in his hand, motioned to the dozens of young guards kneeling below to step forward, carefully lifted the golden coffin, and sent it into the huge bronze coffin in the open underground palace. inside the door.

Simon watched the dazzling golden coffin being carried into the underground palace, and then he turned his head.

The young and handsome Pharaoh of Egypt stood on the altar in front of the underground palace, staring at the golden coffin moving away from him in front of him, his crimson pupils were so bright that they seemed to be able to emit light in the dark night.

Noticing Simon's gaze below, the Young King turned his head and nodded to Simon.

Then, he strode forward, and the crimson cloak as bright as his crimson pupils flew up after his vigorous posture, like the wings of an eagle.

As soon as the young Pharaoh moved, the boy with violet pupils who had been standing quietly behind him also moved.

The golden headdress that reflected the soft moonlight illuminated his cheeks, making his soft white complexion different from that of the pharaoh more conspicuous, and the golden bracelet carved with exquisite and gorgeous patterns shone on his arm.

He turned around and looked at Simon.

The old high priest showed him a gentle smile on his wrinkled face, and immediately a bright smile appeared on his slightly childish immature face.

He took another look at the several great priests who were still kneeling on the ground, turned his head, and quickened his pace to catch up with Atum.

The underground tomb of Ahmose was tightly sealed.

The excavation of the tomb and the secret visit to the Valley of the Kings today are all the few guards who devoted their lives to the Pharaoh, so naturally they will not reveal what happened today.

People in the world have always believed that King Ahmose rested in the Valley of the Kings like the Pharaohs of all dynasties, but they did not know that he had another tomb.

Since the underground tomb of Ahmose can no longer be repaired, the remains of King Ahmose and the sacrificial objects were simply sent back to the well-known underground palace of Ahmose in the Valley of the Kings.

At the beginning, in order to deceive people, the magnificence and luxury of this vacant underground palace was absolutely no less than that of the underground tomb in the belly of the cliff.

King Ahmose fought all his life in the south and north, and searched for a lot of wealth from other countries, but he didn't leave much to his heirs, because most of them were buried in these two underground tombs.

Because it is far away and must be kept secret, his coffin and the most precious sacrificial objects can only be sent to the underground palace in the Valley of the Kings. As for the rest of the underground tomb on the cliff, it can be slowly dug out. The great priest of Seth unceremoniously took over half of the wealth in Egypt on the grounds that the turmoil in Egypt three years ago seriously hurt his vitality and used it to fill his finances. Anyway, it was written in the will of King Ahmose, as long as it is his descendants, he can take his wealth and use it to rule Egypt.

After placing the coffin of King Ahmose, the dozens of loyal guards withdrew immediately.

Their status is low and they are not qualified to stay here for a long time.

The brightly lit underground palace was extremely quiet, and even the occasional sound of sparks exploding from the burning torch could be heard.

Although the gold headdress was gorgeous, it was heavy to wear on the forehead, and it felt a bit dazzling under the firelight. The young Wangdi raised his hand unaccustomed to touching the cold metal ornament, looking a little uncomfortable.

Then he turned his head and looked up at the person standing beside him.

He saw the bright flame flickering on the hazel cheeks of the young pharaoh, making the light dance on it, dimming and brightening.

There was no expression on that handsome face, but he could feel that Atum seemed unhappy at the moment.

Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed Atum's right hand hanging by his side.

"Brother Wang..."

The boy king, who was awakened from his contemplation, looked at him sideways, and the sharp crimson pupils fell into the light-colored firelight the moment he turned around. After a little softness marks.

Atum rubbed his head, didn't say anything, just turned around, took his hand and walked out.

Although the huge and empty hall was extremely bright because of the countless lights, it still felt a little gloomy.

You Yu heard the footsteps of the two of them resounding in this spacious hall, which was extremely clear and deserted.

No matter how magnificent and luxurious the appearance, this place is just a cemetery for the dead.

He didn't really like being here.

The hand that was holding him tightened slightly, and then slowly loosened.

Yugi saw Atum's right hand grasping the golden building block dangling in his chest, holding it tightly.

"I want to take back those two golden artifacts."

The young king's deep and sharp voice echoed in the empty hall, and his tight lips showed his displeasure at the moment.

The voice is not loud, but it clearly shows its master's determination,

It's because I'm unhappy...

The game was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't help laughing.

He smiled and said, "Brother Wang's words will definitely be taken back soon."

He paused, blinked his eyes, and continued, "After all, that is what Brother Wang's favorite father created and left for Brother Wang~~"

The young Pharaoh paused, and bumped head-on with the young king who was behind him.

No pain?

You subconsciously raised his hand to rub his forehead that hit it but didn't feel much pain, but what his fingers touched was a hard and cold metal ornament.

... Although this gold headdress is a bit heavy and uncomfortable to wear, it is still beneficial.

Brother Wang was thinking this, when he suddenly noticed that his brother Wang turned around, staring at him with crimson pupils and frowning.

Hey?

Could it be that he was upset because he was teased by himself that he liked his father the most?

"what are you saying."

This is not a question but a question of accusation.

The young king, who had no idea what was going on in Wang Di's mind, frowned and looked at his Wang Di, with a hint of helplessness rather than anger in the depths of his beautiful pupils.

Even this most basic common sense is wrong... Yatum felt that he was helpless to the point of powerlessness.

"The golden artifact was forged by the gods of Egypt, and sent envoys to King Ahmose—did you really take the class seriously?"

After reprimanding his younger brother, Atum's words suddenly froze.

……

It seems that except for the first ten days when I first came to Egypt, and then things became more and more chaotic, and in the end, I completely forgot to let Wang Di go to class to study and so on...

Well, even though I didn’t grow up in Egypt, it’s okay not to have this kind of common sense.

Yatum frowned and wondered if it was necessary to rearrange the younger brother's knowledge of Egypt, and tried to use this excuse to prevent the younger brother from thinking about going out of the palace because he was bored.

He was still thinking about it, but he didn't see Yu Yu who heard that sentence suddenly stay where he was.

The seven golden artifacts were handed down by King Ahmose?

Yugi stared at Atum with wide eyes, astonished.

wrong……

He clearly remembered that the golden artifact was made by Akhnadine by sacrificing the lives of all the people in a village, and then handed over to Atum's father, and then passed on to Atum.

Yatum turned around again and walked forward, and the game was held by the hand and had to lift his heels to follow in Atum's footsteps.

He felt that his mind was a little confused, so he subconsciously pulled out the hand that was being held, and pressed hard on his aching temple.

When he came back to life and learned from Ke Ya that Aden was Akhnadin's child, he stayed there for a long time.

Because he clearly remembered that Seth was the illegitimate son of Atum's father's elder brother, Akhnadine, and was of royal blood.

Later, when he returned to the palace, he asked Mahat, and Mahat gave him a definite answer - Seth was indeed born in a commoner family, and his parents were still alive, so there was nothing suspicious about his origin.

He struggled with this question for a long time.

Could it be another one I'm remembering wrong?

Although Atum finally recovered his memory, after all, it has been more than 3000 years and he has forgotten it for a long time. It is not impossible to get one or two things wrong...

At that time, he was thinking this way, and the series of troublesome things that happened immediately after him made him flustered, so he put this matter behind him.

Even if he occasionally thought of it later, he just wondered for a while in private, because after all, he couldn't make a decision to go and ask Atum 'Sett is Akhnadine's child, is it possible to admit his mistake or swap bags with Adun?' stupid thing.

Now, he learned another fact from Yatum that surprised him even more.

The seven golden artifacts were handed down from King Ahmose, not from the generation of King Atum's father.

This fact is completely different from the cognition of the game.

As he walked out, he thought about it blankly, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

He shook his head vigorously, a ray of moonlight fell on his cheek, he raised his head, and saw the exit of the underground palace in front of him, the bronze gate hung high above it, and the high priest Simon and the high priests were all standing at the gate waiting for them to come out .

This is the world 3000 years ago.

The other he is now the Pharaoh of Egypt.

But this past world has a key difference from the past in his memory.

What is the reason for the difference?

It was another memory error of his after 3000 years.

It was his memory that had holes.

[Or, is it possible that this so-called world 3000 years ago was actually fake at all...] ​​"What are you still doing in it!"

"Wow--!"

Walking absent-mindedly while suddenly being frightened and waking up, and the stone steps are too narrow and there is a protrusion, the final ending can only be a staggering fall on the stone steps.

The young prince looked up, only to realize that he had slowed down because of thinking about things and fell behind. Atum, who was walking in front, had already left the gate and was talking to High Priest Simon standing in front of him.

Probably because he felt that he was dawdling too slowly, Yatum turned around and raised his voice and said something to him.

The young Pharaoh seemed displeased to see him fall.

"Why do you fall down here?"

Yatum said in a reprimanding tone, then turned around and walked towards the game, with obvious displeasure on his face, but his body had already bent down slightly, and his hand was stretched out.

Yu Yu stared blankly at the light brown hand stretched out towards him.

Then, he raised his head, and his eyes fell on the handsome and arrogant familiar face of the owner of the hand.

The expression on the young king's face seemed to be reproachful, but those bright crimson pupils looked at him without blinking, displeased but focused on him.

The brain that had been messed up into a mess slowly stretched and calmed down, and even the rapidly beating heart that was frightened by his own guesses calmed down a little bit and felt relieved.

He reached out to the light brown hand, and his light purple pupils curved into the arc of a crescent moon.

This person is here, standing in front of him.

The breath and the heat of the hands were more real than anything.

...It's because he thinks too much...

Standing outside the door, the young Pharaoh bent slightly and held out his hand to his brother.

The young Wangdi sat inside the door on the stone steps where he tripped and wanted to grab the hand that was stretched out to him.

The fingertips at the front seemed to be able to feel the temperature of the other party.

boom--!

The thick bronze door fell from the sky, and under the eyes of two astonished eyes, it slammed down between the two hands that were about to hold each other.

The ground seemed to shake when it hit the ground, and the fine dust flew up under the shock.

That was the moment when he didn't even have time to take a breath. You opened his eyes wide and looked at the giant bronze door in front of him. With his outstretched hand, he could only feel the unique coldness of metal.

He tried his best to calm himself down and let out a breath slowly, but for some reason, he became more flustered.

It was as if something terrible was going to happen that would upend the life he was now familiar with, but he didn't know it...

A door separates the two.

Inside and outside the door, I wonder if there will be two worlds from now on.