Chapter 280 King and Subjects 2

Author: Guiyin

Chapter 280 King and Subjects 2

The spirits transformed by Sur VII lived intermittently for more than a hundred years.

In the years that followed, he sometimes spent time in tombs, sometimes in priests' temples, and sometimes on battlefields.

Whenever the Nile people are in need, it will be awakened from the tomb by its priests and rush to the battlefield. After fighting with the enemy, it will return to the temple and its golden body will be maintained and repaired by its priests.

, touch up the paint, and then return to the mausoleum to wait for the next call.

Over the years, the priest holding the "Book of the Dead" has changed several times, ranging from a calm elder to a young boy, but there is no difference to it, as if it doesn't care whether it sleeps in the tomb or for...

Who fights.

It seems to remember everything, and it seems to remember nothing.

Time passes.

The young priest turned into a gray-haired old man, and when the old man met for the last time, he handed his "Book of the Dead" into the hands of a young girl.

That day there were dim candles burning in the tomb, like ancient lamps in the River Styx.

The girl nervously took the "Book of the Dead", turned around and accidentally knocked over the burning candlestick. After some hurried cleaning and apologies, she finally walked to him uneasily, knelt down slowly, and raised her head with her forehead.

Touch the edge of its coffin.

"Hello, Lord Sur VII." The young priest bowed her head quietly, like a devout believer, "From today on, I am your priest."

silence.

"When I was ten years old, my tribe was destroyed by dragon fire that fell from the sky. It was you who killed the dragon and saved me from the dragon's claws." The young priest confided in a low voice, "From then on, I

I am determined to become your priest and stay by your side for the rest of my life.”

silence.

"Now, my wish has finally come true." The young priestess showed a happy smile, "I beg the teacher to let me live in your tomb, so that I can see you as soon as I open my eyes."

silence.

The spirit creature did not respond to the girl's words.

It should be a corpse and a coffin in the mausoleum, and both the corpse and the coffin cannot speak or think.

The Maiden Priest is perhaps the most diligent, patient, and pious of all priests.

Since she became its priest, she would be in the tomb every day, wiping, cleaning and maintaining it, which remained silent and motionless.

At first, she was a little reserved in front of the spirit transformed by the former Pharaoh, but as time went by, the spirit became as quiet as the mural on the wall, and she slowly became less formal.

Sometimes, she talks to herself while cleaning.

"Today I saw an old woman begging in the market. She was so thin and pitiful. I gave her the meat pie I just bought."

"The priests in the temple are holding an event again, saying it is to celebrate the autumn harvest... What is there to celebrate about the autumn harvest? We all know that seasons are the result of the revolution of the planet and have nothing to do with the priests, so I won't go."

"Today on the street, someone openly slandered the deceased. I was so angry that I almost rushed to fight him. Later, the man was taken away by the guards, haha, he deserved it."

"I'm sorry, I'm late today... I saw a beautiful golden kitten on the roadside. It's so cute. It's a pity that I can't bring it back, otherwise it will scratch the walls of the tomb and your coffin.

Board. But it’s really cute!”

The spirits listened quietly.

As time passed, the young priest gradually let go in the deserted tomb, revealing her hidden lively nature.

"Lord Su'er VII... Oops, we have known each other for so long, can I change the title to something more affectionate? Lord Seventh Generation? Xiaoqi? Hahaha, just kidding~"

"Hmm, huh, huh~ What do you think this is? It's the rosin oil I bought from the Tianzhou merchant! I heard that using rosin oil to maintain the coffin is the best, I will use it for you right now! I promise to wipe you clean.

Bright!"

"I heard that there is another war in the south. This time it is to compete with the Mauryan Dynasty for a secret place full of spiritual energy. Ah! That bald third prince with peacock feathers is so annoying! I really want to beat him to pieces!

"

Silence, eternal silence.

"Alas... you can't speak... it would be great if you could speak." The young priestess murmured in a low voice, "The high priest said that the dead can return, but return is not resurrection. Every dead person is a hero and hero of Nile.

Guardian, but not a 'living person'.

"But, but, how much I hope you can truly be resurrected and become a real person.

"That way, I can have a friend.

"Ha-I'm probably just wishful thinking.

"When you were still alive, you were also a respected Pharaoh. How could you be friends with me, a pariah, and listen to my rants here?"

The young priest leaned on the spotless stone platform, pillowed on the glittering coffin, and fell into a deep sleep.

The tomb fell silent again.

In a place that she couldn't see, the spirit's will seemed to have some strange fluctuations. At that moment, it wanted to get rid of the "dead" status given by the prayers of all people, and say something and do something.

Ideas that I have never had before are like buds, popping up from the dry river bed, but as soon as the buds emerge, they hit the heavy shackles called "prayer" and are instantly snuffed out and die.

.

——You are the dead, you are the guardian of Nero, and you are the most powerful combat weapon.

——You are dead, but you will still continue to fight for us.

——You will be resurrected and come back to become Nero's sharp sword, killing all enemies who covet Nero.

In the year when Sur VII toured the country after his death, the "prayer" from the Nile people was so hopeful.

So it became what they wanted it to be.

It is the dead, it is a hero, it is a weapon, it is a sharp sword, but it is not itself.

But this is the reason why it became the dead, and the root that all the dead cannot violate.

In the end, the spirit lay there quietly, saying nothing and doing nothing.

The days passed by, and decades passed by in a blink of an eye.

The girl priest who accompanied the spirit also grew up day by day, from a girl to a woman, and from a woman to an old woman.

She is no longer young, lively, and out-of-the-box, but she still comes to its tomb with a cane every day and carefully wipes every corner of its coffin.

In this life, they have experienced dozens of wars, large and small. Each time, she held the "Book of the Dead" to wake it up from silence, took it to the battlefield, and led it back after the war.

Tomb chamber, repairing its damaged coffin.

The spirit remained silent as always, as if the fluctuation of will many years ago had never existed, as if she, like all the previous priests, had been like a passing cloud of smoke in its long life.

Until the 201st year when Surr VII woke up as a spirit in his coffin, and until the 70th year when the original girl priest began to clean his coffin.

The gods descended and the spiritual energy was cut off.
Chapter completed!