[Comprehensive] Yaomeier, your pot

. He clenched his fists tightly, and a firm light could be vaguely seen in his ruby-like eyes.

"Why do you want to be strong?" the girl asked with a smile.

Why?Why ask why?Isn't this a matter of course? ! "I will become the future pharaoh of Egypt." I will become the most powerful existence in this country, and then lead Egypt to prosperity.

There was no expression of comprehension on the boy's small face. The girl jumped down from the tree and landed smoothly, with an unpredictable smile on her face: "Yatum, the strength of a person, It's not really powerful." The black curly hair hung on her shoulders, and the golden pendant on her head showed the girl's extraordinary nobility.

"Bastet, you have said these words to me many times." His Royal Highness, who was called Yatum, put his hand on the sword at his waist unconsciously. , If you are not strong, you will die. "Since I was born, there has been no one I can trust in this world."

"Then, let's change the question." The girl standing under the sunlight ran and danced around the Egyptian prince with a smile, came behind him, bent down, and leaned into his ear: "You, have you ever become a pharaoh?" Are you aware?"

"This kind of thing is not..."

Before the boy finished speaking, the girl sealed her lips with her index finger.His bright red pupils reflected the girl's expression as if she was watching a joke, and the girl's brisk voice came from his ears: "It's not just the realization of becoming a pharaoh, but also the light and darkness of the whole of Egypt, the past and the future, the glory and disgrace. The realization that rise and fall are carried together."

"You can't do it yet." The girl stood up straight, looked up at the blue sky, narrowed her eyes slightly, felt the dry wind blowing across her cheeks, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind, "Because you still don't understand , the so-called human heart."

In the next second, the girl transformed into several shining light spots hovering in the air, circling the little boy.

Atum stretched out his hand, and the pad of his index finger just touched the surface of the light spot.Following the young man's dark skin, a feeling full of majesty but not losing warmth slowly gushed out from his heart.

The light spots left the boy's fingertips, gathered together again, and transformed into a pitch-black cat on the ground.

The young Yatum looked helplessly at the cat lying on the ground with a lazy and yawning face, tilted his head and sighed: "It's like this every time..." It was obviously such a serious preaching, but why did it end up like this? appearance. "I said you, Bastet, why don't you show yourself in front of your father and the great priests?"

"Who wants to show up in front of those old men?" The black cat opened its mouth. Although it sounds like a meowing sound to outsiders, the black cat's mouth is indeed speaking human language: "I am God." The black cat licked its paws, and its golden pupils fixed on Yatum who was standing in front of him: "It's time for a rest, go practice your sword. Next time you check your sword skills, I'll give you an answer." Set your ass on fire."

What a capricious god this is... Atum raised his head, and saw that there was not even a single bird in the blue sky, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

***

"Bastet, it's so late, what are you doing...?" The boy who was forced to get up from the bed rubbed his misty eyes and looked at the black-haired girl who was leaning against the window to blow the cold wind.

"I can't sleep, I'm here to harass you." In a word, the Egyptian prince fell back into the bedding again.

It’s okay to keep testing me with swordsmanship during the day and make me tense, but how can I sing this at night? !

"Just kidding, don't be so serious." The girl glanced at the young prince curled into a ball on the bed without reflection, and then looked at the starry night: "Hey, Yatum, born in the royal family, Can't you really feel any affection?"

The body of the young prince covered in the quilt was shocked at first, and then he replied vaguely: "Of course. Since the day I was born, the queen mother has always warned me about this. The Wang family has no brothers, let alone family ties." The Pharaoh, the most sacred being in Egypt, is not allowed to be hindered by any emotion."

"But, Atum, I hope you can understand people's hearts." The girl said, closing her eyes and putting her hands on her chest, she couldn't hear the beating heartbeat in her body, "It's selfish to say that, but, thousands Over the past year, I have watched the pharaohs ascend to the throne one by one, guarding them, and watching the development of Egypt. I found that they have pushed themselves to the point of no intention."

"That throne is too cold. Under the throne is a mountain of corpses, which will obliterate the pharaoh's feelings as a person. I have asked several pharaohs what is the human heart, and they can't answer me."

"Now, Atum, can you tell me what the human heart is like."

"Is it really cold? Is it really full of intrigue? Is it really unreliable?"

The young Egyptian prince was bored in the quilt, silent.He couldn't answer the question.Because he has never experienced the feeling of being betrayed, and he has never really tried to get close to other people's hearts.

He kept telling himself that he was the future Pharaoh.Just stick to a cold, tough style all the time.However, the god beside him has been confused, even shaking his mind.

Since he was born, he can see this god appearing beside him from time to time.Whether it is to eliminate disasters for him, or teach him magic and sword skills, protect him and teach him.For Atum, besides being his patron saint, Bastet is more like his teacher and friend.

Although he also has Mahat as a friend, his natural sense of royal glory and Mahat's natural sense of obedience have never made him regard Mahat as a friend he can confide in his heart.

As early as when he was young, his queen mother told him that in this palace, no one is trustworthy, and no one can confide in him.He obeyed this sentence and walked all the way to the present.He has no hatred towards those who betray him; he has no anger towards those who want to kill him; he has no love for those who are close to him.He took all this for granted, but Bastet unexpectedly overturned his thoughts.

He lifted the quilt, and there was no girl by the original window.

Outside the window is the bright moon and twinkling starry sky, and the surroundings are extremely quiet.

The young Egyptian prince wondered for the first time, what is human heart?

***

"No, no, it's right on the left!"

The sword edge swept across, and the black-haired girl jumped to the other side lightly, and she was able to teach a certain boy who was looking towards her with ease: "It's wrong again, it's on the right." A little prince with strong self-esteem: "Hey, Yatum, if you can't do it, just admit defeat. How about it, no one will know anyway."

"Tch." The young man frowned unwillingly, and slashed down with his sword again.This guy is completely playing himself.

"Why are you so unwilling to give up? I'm not responsible for falling down from exhaustion." As he spoke, he nimbly dodged the boy's sword again.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the black-haired god jumped ahead of the little Egyptian prince's attack, tapped his fingertips, and directly flicked the saber in his hand: "Oh, I don't want to play anymore, I'm with you every day!" It’s so boring to play together.”

"..." The Egyptian prince who was being played around glared at the foolish god floating in mid-air in dissatisfaction, but he couldn't do anything about her.

"By the way, time is rare. Let me introduce you to my new apprentice." The girl spun in the air and flew to the corridor not far from the courtyard, and pulled out a shivering girl from behind a tall pillar, " It is she, Aetos!"

"..." The girl bit her lips nervously, she didn't dare to look at the boy standing in the courtyard, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to make a sound.

"What's the matter, Aitos, you seem to be very afraid of Atum." Bastet, who was floating in the air, put his hands on the girl's shoulders, still looking at the show, and turned to look at Atum. m.On the other hand, Yatum looked at him with a straight face. Years of study had gradually given him a bit of domineering aura. Aura: "What, I thought the two of you would become friends. Hey, Atum, what about you, don't make such a face, be careful you won't have any other expressions in the future."

"Who is she, Bastet." Atum was very upset.Obviously he is the heir of the Pharaoh and the person Bast should protect, so why is there such a thing about this girl.

"Speaking of..." Bast pinched her chin and thought, "Aitos is still your sister! Ah! Aitos, don't you say hello to your brother?"

In a word, the frightened girl named Aitos took another step back in horror.

younger sister?Yatum's expression didn't change much, and there was no emotion on his face.In this huge palace, he wished someone would give birth to a younger sister every few days.He is the only prince in Egypt, the only heir to the pharaoh, who has the spare time to care about how many younger sisters he has.Besides, some of the younger sisters born to these so-called concubines were not of pure blood, and Atum simply dismissed them.

"Bastet, do you want to practice your sword again?" Atum walked a few steps, picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and looked at Bastet, with a bit of impatience in his tone.

"Ah, are you angry?" The surprise on Bastet's face flashed, and then the smile resumed: "Of course you practice sword." She said and flew to the middle of the courtyard: "Hey, Aitos, come here