The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

When night fell, there was a crackling sound outside the window, which immediately attracted the attention of the blond young man sitting behind the table.

The pages of the book in front of him were flattened, and the corners were slightly curled by the breeze. Tahir, who rested his head gently on his right hand, had already fallen asleep unconsciously.

The rumors from the outside world were not false. He was indeed a little tired today. After returning early, even if he sat down and rested for a while, he still couldn't cheer up.

The book could not be read.

I only write half of what I have to write.

From the time the sun rose in the morning to the time the sun set on the west bank of the Nile, the blond high priest was always a little restless.

The specific reason does not seem to be within the scope of eyes that can see the future.

He was gradually fascinated by the pitch-black sky painted outside the window until his consciousness became blurred, and at some point he was awakened by a small movement...

"..."

"Rameses?"

Before his spirit had fully recovered and his consciousness was still hazy, Tahir opened his eyes and blurted out the name.

It's not a prophet, but simply a habit of conditioned reflex formed during these years.

Last year, Ramses got an eagle.

The eagle first appeared in the mouth of the prince who liked to show off in front of his best friends, and it was a trophy.

The prince led the army to battle in person, not only defeated the enemy, killed the enemy general, but also harvested several large carts of spoils along the way, and this majestic war eagle was one of them.

Ramses wanted an eagle a long time ago, so he told his father and king, and kept it by his side.

There is no need to tame it. This eagle is born with a very human nature, and it obeys the prince as soon as it comes.

Even if the prince didn't let it go to the battlefield at all, but just used it as an errand tool to fly around with letters every day, it completely obeyed the instructions.

"Well, based on this alone, I am qualified to be my pet."

Ramses is very satisfied, because this is the main purpose of catching it.

At that time, he ran to the temple excitedly, and excitedly talked to Tahir, as if he was afraid that the audience would not be interested if he did not speak carefully enough, and described the whole process of himself on the battlefield vividly and wonderfully .

In the end, Ramses himself felt that he was really good enough, but when he turned his head, the person who should have responded responded flatly.

It may be because Tahir has been a high priest for a long time, and the "human" vitality in his body is becoming rarer and rarer. It seems that the only thing that can be seen from a distance is divinity... No, it should be that he thinks too much.

Ramses did not believe that this was Tahir's problem, and he felt that it was even less likely that he had a problem.

Then, the problem must lie in "time" and "space".

The newly acquired "pet" was entrusted with a heavy responsibility. Whenever Ramses was free, he would find a piece of papyrus, write on it flamboyantly, and then tie it into a roll for the witty pet to take along with him. Fly to the temple with the letter.

The eagle was deeply impressed by the residence of the high priest in the temple, and came and went countless times, just as familiar with its owner.

The high priest had reservations about the pair of master and servant who would come whenever they wanted to "harass" them. He didn't say he wasn't happy, and of course he didn't seem very happy.

There was nothing wrong with Ramses' intuition.

As the days passed, Tahir's feeling was indeed getting colder and colder.

The High Priest, who was still a teenager before, was still aloof and indifferent, not so tall that people couldn't help but look up to him and dare not approach him.

That time was the cold wind that sharpened this ice stone, and the frost that carved it transparent and lonely.

Obviously, the mundane things that have been done in these years are only a lot more than before, and there are many muddy and inexplicable factors...

This young man is also strange.

Not only did he not suffer from gaudyness and impetuosity, nor did he have the slightest stinky smell, but the breath of "god" added more.

The Karnak Temple has been completely controlled by the young high priest, and its sphere of influence has been extended outward without any disguise, becoming an extremely important part that cannot be ignored even above the court.

The people worshiped him, and their pursuit of him gradually became crazy.The pharaoh in his later years never interfered with him, as if he never regarded it as a threat.

He pursues power forcefully, and grasps everything he can get.I don’t know why it seems unattainable, like the snow lotus on the mountain that only exists in the imagination——

The high priest Tahir combined these two contradictory forms into one body, and still showed purity.He is such a strange character.

Ramses would feel that the distance between the two had widened, most likely because of Tahir's change in personality.

Although the high priest didn't like to talk to people before, but sometimes he would talk to people when he was annoyed, and occasionally he would reveal some cute little emotions such as anger or anger or anger.

But now he won't.

It's hard to say exactly what the situation is. In short...the direct victim, Prince Ramses, said, don't talk too much nonsense, anyway, you will know it after reading it!

Having said that, the High Priest has a strong style of acting now, and he is still relentless when offending people, but he has not abused his power in the name of the temple like his predecessors (referring to previous high priests).

He's done only one thing that qualifies as "abuse of power."

Nothing much, that is, in the name of repairing the temple, by the way, the stone house that was left alone in the open space was repaired to a decent appearance, and then no one else was allowed to borrow it, and it was just thrown there.

Other uninformed people couldn't understand the high priest's intentions, thinking that the high priest just couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes and wanted to leave no flaws in the temple, so even if the dilapidated stone house was not used in the end, it would They didn't care.

What they didn't know was that the stone house had been used a long time ago, and it was even a secret base for two teenagers to hide from others' sight.

Meeting with friends privately in the "secret base" should be the most thorough habit of Tahir.

——Now, the eagle drove the night to deliver the letter from that "friend".

Tahir lost all drowsiness just now, and immediately stood up to get the letter brought by Eagle Claw.

Today's letter is different from usual.

Not only did the material for writing the letter change from paper to cloth, but also the words written on it were so crooked that it would make people misunderstand that they had changed people.

"..."

With just one glance, Tahir's calm expression did not change significantly, but the color in his eyes dimmed slightly.

Of course he didn't sit back.

The wind from the corner of the robe swept over the table, turning the open paper book back to the front a few pages.

The high priest himself seemed to have turned into a gust of wind.

In just one minute, he brought the items he needed, picked up the lamp for going out, and in the process of striding away, he took off the crooked hair accessories on the sideburns and put them back on the table.

The wind blowing from the room turned half a circle, and when returning to the starting point, the high priest's snow-white clothes had disappeared outside the door.

The so-called vigorous and resolute action is nothing more than this.

Tahir did not light the lamp at first, after all, his residence was in the center of the temple, and the light could easily attract the attention of the guards.

For a long time, he walked through the darkness with no light at all.

The pitch-dark place seemed to be filled with coldness, unceremoniously swarming up, wrapping the young man who was walking alone, as if breathing would become difficult at this moment.

In such an environment, everything around can be attributed to obstacles on the way forward.

It may be a small section of steps that appeared unexpectedly, or it may be an inconspicuous gravel hidden on the road. If ordinary people cannot see clearly and are deterred by the dead darkness, they will easily trip over it and fall into the unknown. Hide in a pothole somewhere.

Once upon a time, these were the existences that Tahir feared the most. He tried to stay away from them and kept them at a respectful distance, never thinking that there would be a day when he would take the initiative to step into them in the future.

Now he may be used to it, or he may have already forgotten it - no, he won't care anymore.

Tahirdi broke into the darkness countless times, and even in the darkness, he could vaguely see his extremely sharp eyes.

The look revealed from it is invincible, enough to destroy all obstacles in front of him, of course including this mere darkness.

He didn't even give the slightest attention to the existence that he was particularly afraid of. He walked out of the range that needed a little attention based on his memory, then lit the lamp, and quickened his pace towards the destination.

Along the way, Tahir's mood has never been calm.

From the moment he received the letter, he was thinking how could something happen to Ramses.

Today is a holiday, because it is normal for there to be some turbulence due to the large number of people, but it will never be so chaotic that there will be casualties.

Ramses and the royal family walked together, even if there was chaos, it shouldn't hurt him... But, what happened to make Ramses suffer injuries that he could only turn to himself?

Is it—

……

The more I think about it, the more it doesn't make sense, and the more I think about it, the more illogical I feel. How could such a serious problem arise.

The high priest, who was surrounded by the night, lost his footsteps indistinctly. He was not disturbed by the darkness and fell down, but he was almost affected by his restlessness.

Although he quickly adjusted, but after thinking more and more, Tahir saw the stone house from a distance, and the walking speed under his feet was still faster than before.

He pushed open the door with an aura comparable to rushing in, his heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and he was completely unprepared for what kind of scarred Ramses he would see...

"........."

So I went in and found out.

A certain prince who ambiguously stated his situation in the letter and created a frightening effect for no reason was fine except for a broken hand.

Yes.

Ramses just felt that his arm was broken, but in fact it was not so serious at all, it was just a broken bone.

——It’s just a broken bone.

——It’s just a broken bone.

——It's just... [Broken Fracture]!

Ramses (suddenly felt a gust of cold wind rushing down his back): "!"

For some reason, the hair on the top of His Highness Prince's head that had just been stepped on by Lord Mejed was about to stand on end.

He will not understand.

He didn't understand at all that the high priest, who was calm on the surface, was actually extremely flustered in his heart, and made up thousands of possible conspiracies on the way.

But when I went to the place, I found that there was no conspiracy at all, and it was all because of the stupid Ramses——

"..."

The High Priest was expressionless and silent, still looking so indifferent and noble.

But Ramses obviously noticed that the atmosphere was subtly and very wrong.

The blond young man put the eagle and the lamp away, and even Mr. Mejed took it down and put it on the small upholstered chair, and even wiped the dusty table.

After finishing this series of things, he bowed his head and gave Ramses a straight look without any ups and downs.

Ramses felt the powerful "oppression" from this deep sea-like eyes.

"... Tahir?"

Obviously, His Royal Highness still didn't realize how much trouble his "best friend" was caused by his sudden whim like a cramp in his head.

He was only aware of Tahir's approach again.

It's different from the previous one, which progressed too fast and was quite comic.

The firelight cast by the lotus lantern stretched the shadow of the blond youth long and narrow.

When Ramses came in earlier, he sat in the dark on the only small bed left in the house.

And Tahir came too fast, with unexpectedly overwhelming momentum, so that the brown-haired youth forgot to stand up for a moment - if he stood up straight, he would definitely be much taller than Tahir.

Therefore, at this time, he could only sit on the edge of the bed a little stiffly, allowing his pupils to be imprinted on the figure that was getting closer.

The slender fingers that had almost touched him before were also magnified wherever they could see.

Tahir once again extended his hand to Ramses, who had a slightly dazed look on his face.

The blond youth's expression couldn't be more solemn at this time.

It seems that all the thoughts that were regarded as distracting thoughts before have been restrained, and the body left in the world is not only beautiful, but also covered with a layer of holiness that cannot be played with.

Ramses suddenly had a wonderful idea while he was in a daze.

That is, Tahir's appearance should only be seen by "gods" at ordinary times.

He is so solemn when facing the gods he enshrines, how can ordinary people who are thousands of miles away have a chance to see it, at most they can only get lucky and see an untouchable back.

But at this moment, I, who still belongs to the category of mortals, is the only lucky person who can see it.Moreover, you can see slight differences that even the gods cannot see.

How can I describe this sudden and complicated mood.

Probably, like...

A person you feel a little awkward about, and feels distant and cold, actually still cares about you deep down in your heart-after you really confirm this point, joy naturally arises in your heart.

At the same time, it is inevitable to have some indescribable sense of superiority.

The flawless fingertips of the blond young man first touched Ramses' arm that was so painful that he lost consciousness.

As if a clear spring poured in in an instant, the coolness swept away the burning pain buried in the bones, bringing healing like a gentle breeze.

Immediately afterwards, he wanted to pinch Ramses's arm, which was swollen after all, but the prince, who was the subject of quality, subconsciously withdrew his hand for some reason.

—It was a reflex, really.

Ramses didn't even realize that he made such an obvious evasive action.

Because (in hindsight) for no reason at all, the pair of blue eyes that could see more and more clearly silently turned into a swirling pool, and his body and mind were unconsciously dragged into it, unable to leave for a while.

It seems that the person who has been thinking wildly all day is not alone.

At least at this moment the prince is deeply involved again.

During the day, he was thinking about Tahir, who seemed to be far away from him. At night, when Tahir came to such a close place, there was no reason not to think about him.

There is no reason at all, no basis at all, in short, it is completely without any reason!

Shunping's mind, which had only been enlightened by Moses before, began to fluctuate again, and suddenly broke free from the shackles of reason, and ran wildly in the heart of the young man!

'How is this going? '

'Is the distance near or far? '

Because the previous subconscious action was too obvious, Ramses noticed that the blond young man who walked up to him lowered his eyes and looked over. There seemed to be a slight frown in his expression. Immediately, his body couldn't help becoming more rigid.

Then, feeling as if he had done something wrong, he took the initiative to hand over the arm that he had covered for a long time.

Tahir's hands held the slightly dislocated elbow and wrapped it in his palm.

The high priest's palms were delicate, with softness everywhere.

The prince has been trained on the battlefield for a long time, not only his skin is darker than when he was a child, but it is also a little rough.

The muscles on the injured arm were tense and bulging. They were supposed to be as hard as iron, but when they were covered by the cold temperature, they uncontrollably—and relaxed in a shameless manner.

Ramses (suddenly embarrassed): "...Hmph, cough."

He quietly raised his eyelids, wanting to sweep away the shame of lowering his eyes and turning his head in shock a moment ago, to observe Tahir's expression.

To observe is to observe.

Although it was only for a short second like a guilty conscience.

The unsteady heartstrings of the prince stirred again, and all the distracting thoughts of running away gathered at this moment, and they kept slamming into the high wall erected in front of his heart, with a bang, bang, and ringing in the ears.

It was because the face of the blond young man was a little closer to him, as beautiful as a divine light.

Moreover, the half of the temple hair that was not imprisoned by the hair ornament hung down from the young man's ear, twisted and twisted, and the end of the hair touched Ramses's upturned palm.

"..."

There is no imperfection in the composition that catches the eyes at this moment, even the tingling feeling coming from the palm.

"Ta... Tahir."

Ramses heard his own voice in a trance.

"……how?"

It took a while for Tahir to reply, after all, he was concentrating on dealing with the injury on Ramses' arm.

It was just the tragic imagination when he came here, the injury Ramses suffered can only be regarded as a "minor injury".

Ke Tahir had difficulty describing his mood.

It's mostly rejoicing, relaxed, mixed with some fear and...unexplainable annoyance.

He thought that he didn't need to vent his anger on Ramses, but judging from his actual behavior, he still leaked the meaning of venting his anger.

The fact that he took so long to heal the idiot with magic power just now proved it, but it was also strange, now that he was exhausted, he began to regret the delay again.

Because Ramses, who always talked a lot, suddenly stopped talking, and he was so abnormal that he didn't look like him at all.

Is it too painful?

No matter how minor an injury is deliberately delayed for so long, it can become serious.

It was his fault for not thinking of this question in time.

Tahir couldn't help but pursed the lip line into a tight straight arc to hide the uneasiness in his heart, and only wanted to heal Ramses' arm quickly.

As for what Ramses called him and what he said, Tahir didn't pay too much attention to listening, anyway, it must be important...

"it's wired."

Ramses has already traveled thousands of miles, but it is also because of this that the words blurted out from him are the truest thoughts in his heart, and will not be affected by any scruples:

"We're not too far away, and we're not too close... Or, in fact, we're already very close, but I just feel somehow that I want to get closer to you?"

"What is near and far?"

It was something that he didn’t quite understand. Tahir just replied absent-mindedly, and then he heard Ramses continue to say: “I see, what Moses said makes sense, but it’s not completely right!”

It dawned on me.

Don't need to think about it any more, at this point, it has suddenly become clear!

The trouble that has been bothering me recently, and I can't solve it all the time——

After thousands of thoughts exploded in his mind, Ramses suddenly flashed a bright light representing a clue.

"Tahir!"

All of a sudden, the brown-haired prince stood up, stretched out his pain-free arm, and grasped the hand that his "best friend" hadn't had time to take back.

His face was full of surprise and excitement, but Tahir's gaze changed slightly, as if he had guessed something, and uncontrollable waves arose in his heart.

After standing up, he was indeed much taller than his "best friend", and Ramses couldn't help but grab the high priest who was so weak.

The very handsome prince poured out his aura that he really did not allow others to avoid, like a chain, locking Tahir.

This time, the person who was slightly stiff and unable to move was replaced.

Because the accident came too fast, Tahir had no time to react, so he could only stare straight at the shining golden eyes that approached him knowing that there was only a slight difference in front of him, and his heartbeat almost stopped——

"I don't want to hear your name from those who don't know you at all, I don't want those who don't know you to boast about you, because I am the one who knows you best and is closest to you! "

"I want to know all your thoughts, I want to govern the country with you, not only because of our promise when we were young, but also because..."

"You are my best friend, and I, Ramses, also believe that you are a brother whose blood is thicker than water!"

"..."

I don't know if he noticed it or not, but the expression of the high priest who was suddenly dubbed "brother" froze.

Here Ramses is still passionate: "Sure enough, we are not close friends enough, we need to get closer! You give me the feeling that you are more cordial than the former emperor brother. Well, Moses may mind a little bit, but after Explain it to him."

"Since we are brothers, then what I want to do most impulsively now can be reasonably explained. Tahir, I suddenly want to give you a hug—"

"........."

"Tahir? Tahir Tahir?"

"you."

Ramses didn't expect that instead of showing a smile to him, Tahir looked even more icy.

Just said this word.

Even the second half of the sentence is omitted.

The High Priest picked up the lamp, turned around and walked away with a very elegant and cold gesture.

Ramses was stunned: "Wait—"

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his hand subconsciously and caught the small box of things thrown by someone.

It's a wound medicine in a small round box.

And when Ramses took the medicine and tried to stop Tahir, he was gone.

he does not know.

When I fell into extremely strange resentment and depression for a moment, there was still a heavyweight existence in the stone house.

Lord Mejed, invisible to ordinary people, leaped into the air, stepped on the top of the stupid prince's head, and stomped fiercely.

After stepping on it, it jumped back to the ground and floated away dismissively.