From Concubine to Pharaoh [Transmigration Book]

Alicia was woken up late at night, but she didn't complain.

Because praying to her and trying to establish a connection with her is a favored person who has always been taciturn—the servant Jangalai.

This favored person has a calm personality and is very measured in what he says and does.

If something very important hadn't happened, it would be impossible for this favored person to pray all night and disturb the gods.

Ailixi didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately established contact with Jan Galle.

She heard the heartfelt voice of the young servant: it was the pharaoh, who came late at night to inspect the construction site for his tomb.

Late night patrol?

Erich asked Jangalai to shrink behind her companions, and raised her head quietly.Erich followed Jangalai's binocular vision and quietly looked at the scene in front of her.

Indeed Tyros—

He wears a tall red crown and the full outfit of a pharaoh, with a dignified demeanor.But against the golden guard of honor, his face was pale and his brows were tightly furrowed. Compared with before, he looked more haggard and anxious.

Alicia remained calm, and hurriedly asked Jangalai to bow his head, lest he be punished for looking directly at the Pharaoh.

After a while, Jangalai secretly raised his head from behind and looked at the surrounding environment.

His gaze suddenly stopped on a gray-haired, bearded, slightly fat, wrinkled dignitary——

High Priest Dahor.

Jancale looked away immediately.

But just such a short stay also caught Dahool's attention.The great priest had always had a warm smile on his face, and his eyes swept over to Jangalai, turning around everyone.

Jan Galle lowered his head, allowing the vicious eyes to look him up and down.

Erich, who has established a relationship with Jan Galle, also felt her heart beat slightly faster when she saw this scene, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

After all, this Dahoor can now see her spirit body after passing through the Eye of Horus.

She didn't know if Jangalai, the one favored by Amon, and the unique Asut, could also avoid the scrutiny of the great priest.

Erich even had the urge to cut off contact with Jangalai in an instant.

But in the end she decided to take the risk - at worst, if Jangale was discovered, she immediately went to Giza as a spirit body and brought Jangalai back to Thebes directly.

In this way, at most she only exposed an eyeliner who had been placed in the militia in advance.

Fortunately, the High Priest Dahor's eyes swept over and over Jangalai and other minions, and finally moved away.

Alicia and Jangalai breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

There were shouts from the royal guards from all directions. It was the pharaoh's guards who were suppressing the various militia teams who were awakened by the sound of horseshoes in the middle of the night, ordering them to stay in the tent, and no one was allowed to go out to peep.

Seeing this situation, Erich recalled the scene she saw on the topographic map of Egypt last time, and quickly separated a little spirituality, and established a connection with Solan.

At this time Solan had returned to the border army.In leading troops outside, no matter how good he is, he always maintains the vigilance he should have.

Even in the middle of the night, she only fell into a very shallow sleep. When she heard Erich's voice, she woke up already, and immediately recited the honorable name of God Amon and listened to the oracle.

It turned out that the gods asked him the coordinates of the border army.

This is a required course for the leader of the army, and Solan immediately replied: He has sent several frontier army teams stationed in Nome in the west to the border with Numidia to help the Egyptian residents there evacuate.

And the frontier army starting from Mahalla is still three days away before arriving at Giza.

His army hoped to get some supplies from the militiamen who built the royal tomb in Giza.

Unbeknownst to Solan, the Pharaoh and his father the High Priest had arrived at Giza.

Erich didn't say much, but asked Solan to proceed carefully.

Solan couldn't help complaining in his heart for a while - if he had reached the border where he was fighting with the Numidians, he should be careful, why should he be careful in Egypt.

This god is also a real mother-in-law!

Erich could hear Soran complaining in her heart, but she was speechless for a while, and cut off the connection with Soran directly, and concentrated on Jangalai.

But Solan sat up from his temporary bedding in the simple tent.

His heart suddenly became clear: the god reminded him to be careful, it was Giza!Actually Giza!

Erich's attention returned to Jangalai.

Pharaoh Delos looked around and saw the densely packed camps of civilians extending to the distance, with no expression on his face.

There are [-] servants who built his mausoleum here, plus materials piled up everywhere—this pharaoh is pouring all the power of Egypt to build a mausoleum for himself at this moment.

But Delos didn't feel complacent at all. He just waited around for a week, and casually listened to the orders of the great priest Dahor around him, and set up a tent here for the Pharaoh to rest.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Suddenly, unexpectedly, the pharaoh asked the small group that Jancale was in.

He stood calmly in front of Jangalai with his hands behind his back, his voice naturally carried the majesty of a king.

This power was enough, and Jangalai and the servants around him felt their knees soften, and they all bowed down in front of the king in an instant.

The sound of teeth chattering could be heard all around Jangalai. Those who had gathered around the fire and talked loudly about the death of Pharaohs were almost out of their wits at this moment——

Who would have thought that the pharaoh they had just arranged would appear in the camp at such a time, appearing in front of their eyes.

"do not be afraid--"

Erich prompts Jan Galle.

Hearing the voice from the gods, Jangalai calmed down a bit, took two steps forward, and replied in a low voice: "If you want to return to the king, we were playing cards just now."

Not speaking ill of you.

For a moment, the people around Zengale nodded their heads like they were pounding garlic: "Yes, I'm playing cards——"

Delos is no stranger to playing cards, a game that originated among ordinary folk.

Because a simple and easy-to-use number spread in Egypt, it has already spread throughout Upper and Lower Egypt.

Everyone in Memphis also knows that if you play a good hand of cards, you can learn to count well, and in the future you can go to a place like the royal treasurer to ask for a fat job.

It turned out to be a card addiction - Tilos nodded casually.

His eyes swept over the plain-looking man in front of him.But the neatly dressed young servant asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

After Jangalai answered honestly, Delos asked: "It happens that the king needs a guide, someone who can take the king around the camp and the construction site. Are you willing to serve the king for a few days?"

Jancale was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but want to look up at Delos.

He heard the scolding and reminder almost at the same time——

"Bold! How dare you look directly at the king?"

This is the royal guard next to Delos.

"Be careful, don't offend Pharaoh."

This is a reminder from the bottom of his heart, from God.

Jancale quickly lowered his head and responded with a trembling voice: "This is a great honor for the villain!"

He tried to explain the rash just now as being too excited after seeing the king.

"Why don't you go forward and salute the king?"

The royal guard next to him suddenly shouted.

The militiamen from various teams around Zengale showed jealous or envious eyes for a while.

Jangalai used both hands and feet, climbed up to the pharaoh, stretched out his hands, and held the pharaoh's right foot.

According to the customs of the Egyptians, for a high-ranking person like Pharaoh, he should prostrate in front of the other party, respectfully and devoutly kiss his feet.

But at this moment, a strong thought suddenly came to Jancale's mind: No——

This is not a pharaoh who is really worthy of respect.

He never showed any real concern for them, ordinary Egyptians, never brought them well-being.

He conscripted a hundred thousand Egyptians to build a tomb for himself, just for himself, his own eternal life.

Since pharaoh is also a human being, pharaoh will also die...why should he be so humble, as if worshiping his most believed god, to kiss the other person's feet devoutly?

He can't do it...

He believed that even a god would not force himself to be so obedient and submissive to Pharaoh.

The fact is indeed true, the reminders from God that appeared before did not appear again, and did not ask him to reach out and touch and kiss the king's feet in the most humble gesture.

Jangalai was also as calm as water in his heart. He was not worried at all about losing any good opportunities, and he was not even worried about losing his life because of annoying Pharaoh.

Unexpectedly, Pharaoh Delos took a slight step back, drew back his right foot, and softly repelled the guards around him.

"A toe-holding ceremony is enough."

"Take him to rest outside the king's tent. The king will see him tomorrow morning."

It was like a dream that Jangalai had transformed from an ordinary peasant into a guide to the Pharaoh.

He was taken into the Pharaoh's king's tent, and he was given fine texture, soft-touch new guard clothes, and lace-up soft shoes made of sheepskin.

He no longer needs to squeeze into a Chase bunk with more than 20 companions, but owns a bunk independently, which is something he never dared to think about in his life.

Therefore, Jangalai didn't sleep much that night. He didn't close his eyes in a daze until the color of the tent in the king's tent turned blue.

Unexpectedly, he was pushed hard by someone.

"Hey……"

Calling him mercilessly, it seems that he doesn't even bother to call his name.

Jangalai woke up instantly, rubbed his eyes, and saw Pharaoh Delos standing in front of him.

This Delos was dressed very differently from last night—he no longer wore a high crown, and was covered with golden jewelry all over his body.What he was wearing was just an ordinary robe of a royal guard.

But Delos's eyes were still dark and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was haunted by unresolved depression.

Seeing Jangalai waking up, he immediately said in an orderly tone, "Take the king to look around."

Jangarai hurriedly turned over and sat up, said yes, and hurriedly tied the lace-up soft shoes that he only learned how to tie last night on his feet.

But Tilos whispered to the only guard beside him: "Don't disturb other people. The king just asked this guide to take the king to see...the ordinary people here, the most ordinary people."

The young pharaoh still had trouble in his eyes.But finally there was some firmness in his tone, he turned his head to look at Jan Galle, raised a pair of long eyebrows, and repeated the address to Jan Galle: "Hello?"

Jangalle immediately understood, he quickly responded, and his steps immediately became brisk.

He had already figured out where to take Pharaoh—

He wanted to take the pharaoh to several villages that were in charge of preparing logistics for the peasants, and to see the disabled team there. They were all people who had accidents and were unfortunately disabled when they were building the royal tomb for the pharaoh.

Those who have lost limbs and cannot even take care of themselves.Now we gather together, relying on the sympathy of the former workers, taking care of them, giving them a little food...

There are also some old people who have destroyed their health due to years of heavy physical labor and can no longer bear the heavy labor, so they can only help take care of the logistics.Although it is the name, the people in that team are only in their early thirties...

If the pharaoh is willing, Jan Galle will also take the pharaoh to see the women's teams.

The women there took on the important task of providing rations for [-] peasants, and the peasants could rest every day.

But these women are working almost twelve hours a day, baking bread, washing and mending clothes, and they can't stop at all...

People die every day, injured, sick, exhausted...

They will not enjoy the treatment of eternal life, they will not be mummified by the hands of embalmers, they will only be thrown in mass graves.

Even some people who died of illness, they would think that they were possessed by evil spirits, and burn their bones clean with a fire.

They are the real passers-by in this world. After experiencing the pain of life, they leave this world in a hurry.

Jancale believed none of these pharaohs would understand.

But since the other party proposed, he would take Pharaoh to walk around as promised to see the real world!