Radiant Enemy

Even Hilgner, who was so thought-provoking by the recent events, couldn't help laughing when he saw this family letter.

Doesn't his good mother think that no matter how he treats him, Hilgner will not resent her?

Let him borrow troops from Osman Diaz to help his younger brother fight for the throne. Is this what a mother would say?

The concubine who has been pampered and pampered, can't she think that if Hilgner really does what she said, will it cause conflicts between Hittite and Egypt, which will lead to a big war?

And Hilgna, who brought Egyptian soldiers into Hittite, would also become a sinner for the outbreak of war and the displacement of countless people.

But when Hilgner looked at the second letter from home, he knew that his mother probably didn't think of this.

But it's no wonder that, although very beautiful, Hilgna's mother didn't have much ink in her belly, and she was able to become a side concubine because Hilgna advised her after her birth and consolidated her position in the heart of the Hittite emperor.

I'm afraid it's because she is worried that other princes will be buried after they ascend to the throne. For her who has occupied the emperor's favor for so many years, no matter which prince ascends to the throne, she may die.

"Forget it, let's go over and have a look." Silgner knew the size of his brothers, and the things his mother worried about would happen in all likelihood.

It just happened to let Hilgna relax and think about what to do in the future.

When he knew that Hilgna was about to leave, Osman Diaz frowned, and a trace of reluctance flashed through his pupils: "I know."

But he didn't keep him. Although Osman Diaz was arrogant and arrogant, he was really frank and considerate to those who cared about him.

In terms of himself and others, as a filial son, Osman Diaz will not detain Hilgna by his side and prevent him from going to the funeral.

"However, the road from Egypt to Hittite is very dangerous, and I will let thousands of soldiers escort you to go together."

Osman Diaz did not use 'back' but 'go', which also means that he does not consider Hittite to be Hilgna's home.

"Yu is here, waiting for you to return, bring your experiences and stories!" Osman Diaz laughed loudly, and ordered the soldiers to immediately gather the soldiers and prepare the dry food and supplies needed for the journey.

"I'll stop by to take a look at the West Terrace at that time, do you have anything to tell Senasa?" Hilgner asked.

"Well, then tell him this: 'If the West Terrace can't accommodate you, Egypt will always welcome you!'" Osman Diaz said generously.

"Yu's command just happens to lack a few brave warriors."

"I will bring it." Hilgna nodded.

As expected of Osman Diaz, he was able to recruit people of insight regardless of his status or nationality. It was no wonder that Egypt would become such a powerful country.

The time for parting came soon, and Osman Diaz personally sent Hilgna to the gate of Thebes, letting the ministers of the court and the people of Upper and Lower Egypt know how much their pharaoh valued this white man. Son of Hittite.

Such honor and great love made the ministers who were still evaluating and picking on Hilgna's background and value restrain their minds.

In any case, as long as Hilgna does not cause irreversible events, one day Ramses II is around, his position in Egypt will never fall.

Osman Diaz looked at Hilgna who was wearing a cloak to protect himself from the sun, hugged his friend vigorously, and whispered: "Come back soon."

"I will try my best." Facing Osman Diaz's words, Hilgna could only smile and nod, but did not give a definite affirmative answer.

Although he himself did not ask Osman Diaz for soldiers to guard him, the Pharaoh thought of it one step ahead and sent more than enough troops.

It was clearly saying to Hilgner silently, Yu knows why you went this time, don't be polite to Yu, use them to your heart's content.

The team heading for Hittite left Egypt, and Hilgna looked back from the carriage he was sitting in, and could vaguely see the figure of Osman Diaz still standing there without leaving.

"Brother Pharaoh is really loyal. With so many elite soldiers, I'm afraid it's more than enough to take down a few towns." Arash was also in the accompanying team this time - after all, he was actually Hilgna's familiar, so of course he had to follow master go.

"Yeah, he was so kind to me." Hilgner sighed, "It's so nice that I feel a little guilty."

He was even thinking about shaking the foundation of Osman Diaz's rule. In comparison, Hilgna, a friend, was not considered competent.

Arash was keenly aware of Hilgner's uneasy mood, so he changed the subject with a smile and said, "Going back to Hittite this time can just relax your mind, Master. useful."

"Why don't you call me Hill?" Hilgner raised his eyebrows and caught the end of Arash's words.

Since Arash was summoned by him, he basically called Hilgna as the "Master", and Hilgna also knew from Arash's mouth the battle between the Holy Grail War and the Seven Knights of Heroic Spirits, so he naturally deduced that The master who came out of Arash is probably not just me.

"Ah, because we are the relationship between the heroic spirit and the master, right? You have to show respect to you, the master." Arash scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, I allow you." Silgner said quietly.

Arash's clairvoyance ability, which hadn't worked much on Hilgna, seems to have recovered its original effect at this moment: "Master, do you want me to call your name?"

The sturdy Yingling smiled brightly, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes became more lively because of his joy.

"Yes, I want you to call my name as I call you." Hilgna replied directly.

"Do you know that a name is a spell? When you call me, I can answer your call from thousands of people. This is a bond and a contract."

Hilgner paused here and did not continue, and then changed the topic and said: "Now you are just a ghost on the Heroic Throne, right? The body above is not you who get along with me day and night, nor is it that you have made an appointment with me. You who made the contract. There is no imprint on his heart that I engraved on you, and Arash, who only has memory but no emotion, will not allow me to engrave it on him."

Hilgner knew that although Arash was extremely generous and easy to talk to, it was simply impossible for a strange and unknown person to cast a spell on his heart.

"So to me, you are my 'Arash', and on the other hand, I am also your Hilgna."

"..." Arash was completely stunned.

He has always known how eloquent and charming his master is, but when he himself really heard such touching words from that soft tongue and lips, he has always been calm in dealing with things and not in danger. The transformed Persian hero couldn't help his ears burning red and his heart speeding up suddenly.

"Oops...please don't look at me now! My expression must be out of control, so please..." Arash covered his face, turned to the side of the wall of the carriage, and stretched out his other hand in front of him, preventing Hilgna is likely to approach.

His wheat-colored skin is much darker, because the speed of blood circulation is accelerated, making the blood rush.

If it weren't for the fact that this land was always hot, I'm afraid he could still see white steam rising from his head.

Hilgner waited patiently for a while, until Arash calmed down, and then asked, "Are you willing to sign this contract with me?"

It is not a Heroic Spirit and a Master, not a Master and a Servant, but a simple contract between Hilgna and Arash.

"Of course I am willing...!" Arash originally thought that as a heroic spirit, the greatest happiness he could get was to protect Hilgna with all his life, but Hilgna's martial arts and mind made Arash almost useless. In practical use, most of the work done is probing and other work.

But Hilgner said that he wanted to make a contract with him that only belonged to Arash and Hilgner.

——How could he not agree?

"I'm very happy, Hill." After the heat on Arash's face finally dissipated, he looked at Hilgna, and the joy in his heart overflowed, dripping down to the corner of his mouth.

"Then I'll remove the spell on your heart right now." Hilgner wanted to do this a long time ago, but it was delayed until now due to various unexpected results.

After finally finding the opportunity to be honest, Hilgna didn't want such a dangerous technique to stay in Arash's heart for a moment.

But Arash's hand held Hilgna's hand covering his chest, preventing Hilgna from using his magic power.

"No, there's no need." The black-haired man refused with a smile.

"Why?" Hilgna frowned and asked inexplicably.

"Because I want to keep it." Arash said, "I want to keep this mark you engraved on my heart. Please also satisfy my little willfulness."

"...If that's the case, let's keep it." Hilgna paused, and then stopped insisting.

The journey from Egypt to Hittite took them more than half a month. Before entering the desert, the carriage was abandoned and replaced with camels that were convenient for walking in the desert.

"This land is too barren." Hilgna murmured.

Maybe passing through this desert can lead to a fertile land, but with the current human power, entering the desert will only end with thirst and death.

It's no wonder that if the humans trapped here want to get more oases and territories, they have to go to war with other countries.

And so many people who built the temple were also captives captured from wars and conquests.

And these slaves, whose numbers are much larger than the residents of Egypt itself, began to multiply, and the food shortage and population explosion caused by this would be another big problem.

On the way, Hilgna saw many towns that were afraid to hide when they saw the army passing by. From the side, it also showed that this very Egyptian-style team was also feared by the people nearby.

For the time being, bury their inner doubts in their hearts, they have arrived in the Hittite territory.

From here to the capital of the Hittites, it will be much smoother. Both the supplies and the food will become more abundant. Unlike the previous time in the desert and the oasis when we were on a diet, Hilgna also generously gave these Escort the gold and silver of your soldiers and let them make a good repair.

The money is moving, and these thousands of elite Egyptian soldiers are also more enthusiastic about Hilgna.

Hilgner and Arash were drinking ale in the nearby tavern. When the Hittite soldiers surrounded him, Hilgner was willing to look up from the wine to see who was so excited.

When Hilgner saw the man who separated from the soldiers and stood in front of him, he didn't need any proof, he knew that the man was his blood relative.

The same white hair, the same blue eyes, the only difference is that he did not inherit his mother's white skin.

However, the wheat-colored appearance is an advantage for him, at least from the appearance, he and the Hittite royal family are the same.

"Ah, isn't this Wyatt, you have grown into a man too." Hilgner put down the wine glass in his hand and greeted with a light smile.

"Brother Hill." Wyatt nodded to Hilgner, "It's been a long time, but you are still as admirable as ever."

What Vyatt was probably referring to was that when Hilgna returned to his own country, he was actually escorted by elite soldiers personally appointed by the Pharaoh, which was enough to show how comfortable he was in Egypt.

On the other hand, Violet herself, her mother was of little help and weak, she was the most ordinary one among the princes vying for the throne.

Vijat heard a lot of rumors and anecdotes about Osman Diaz and Hilgna in Hittite. No matter who he is, he would envy Hilghner for being able to get the friendship and protection of the Pharaoh, and there are many people who want to replace him.

Vierat once complained about his mother. If he was the one who went to Egypt, maybe he would not have to worry about having no one in his hands now, and he could directly borrow troops from Egypt to help him ascend to the throne.

But when he grows up, he doesn't think so anymore.

The person who went to Egypt as a proton has naturally lost the possibility of inheriting the throne, and Villet and Hilgna are brothers from the same mother. If they can win over this

Pharaoh's friend, isn't it the same as borrowing someone for nothing?

Villart also knew that this was not an ideal place for conversation, so he invited Hilgna to live in his palace.

The leader of the army and Arash looked at Hilgna, waiting for his decision.

Hilgner replied quickly: "It's okay to go and have a look, but it's free to stay here."

Villart looked at his brother whom he hadn't seen for several years and smiled as if he had seen through him: "It's for your own good too."

Vyatt, who wanted to use the power of Egypt to ascend to the throne, did not think about whether his actions would make the Senate think that he was colluding with foreign enemies, thus cutting off the possibility of his succession.

Wyatt is certainly Hilgner's younger brother, but if he doesn't have the ability to be a king, Hilgner will never support him. At most, he will take him and his mother away so that they will not fall into an embarrassing situation .

Villat didn't insist either, after all, when he saw his biological brother who had been to Egypt since he was seven years old, his first reaction was to be on guard.

He also understood why his mother said that if Hilgna had gone to Egypt, he would have survived and lived better. He also understood that after Hilgna left, he had secretly felt that if Hilgna hadn't been a proton In other words, maybe Hittite's next king has already been decided.

But Villet was not reconciled.

Even though Hilgna has been away from Hittite for so long, and even though he has a good reputation, Hilgna's shadow still hangs over his head and lingers for a long time.

However, Vyart is very good at patience, as long as Hilgna can help him, Vyart can always be respectful and respectful.

Hilgner saw her mother in the palace, she had aged a lot, maybe she was worried that she would be dragged to be buried with her sooner or later, she was obviously haggard.

But she is still beautiful and charming. When she saw Hilgna, her eyes filled with tears, she greeted Hilgna and hugged him tightly: "Hil... Hill! You are finally back, come back Just don't go and live with Mom and Will!"

Hilgner sighed inaudibly, and then hugged his mother who was already much shorter than him.

"I can help Vyatt fight for the throne, but I can't involve Egypt. This is my bottom line."

Hilgner's words directly tore open the fig leaf of tenderness, making Vyart and the mother in his arms stiff.

"But brother, we are weak. If there is no help from Egypt, how could the senate choose us?" Villart said in an intimate tone, trying to dissuade Hilgna's decision with a bit of coquettish younger brother to elder brother, but hidden in the The anxiety in his voice betrayed his true thoughts.

"Do you want to be the king of the Hittites, or a puppet of Egypt?"

Hilgna said lightly.

"The Senate will not allow a prince who has borrowed from a powerful enemy country to ascend to the throne—and you don't have enough cards."

The first prince is a eunuch, and the eldest son has no ability to inherit the throne, which naturally makes the other princes ambitious.

"Then Hill, what should you do with your younger brother?" After Silgner came back, the princess, who knew how capable her eldest son was, tightly held Silgner's arm, hoping that he could help her second son. .

"Also ask my brother to teach me how to do it." Vyatt made a decisive decision, bowed respectfully to Hilgna, and said earnestly.

"Conquering most of the Senate and making them work for you is the fastest way."

"That's impossible!" Wyatt retorted, "The elders of the Senate have no shortage of gold, silver, or power. Even if I can really subdue them, how can I make them seek refuge with me from the prince?"

"Rely on wisdom." Hilgna said lightly.

"If you want to become the king of Hittite, you will spend a long time dealing with the old and cunning Senate. If you can't subdue them, even if I push you to the throne, you will only be at the mercy of them."

"I can tell you the method, but how to do it is up to you. I won't interfere."

Villat looked at Hilgner, his mind was underestimated by Hilgner, as if subduing those slippery Senate was just a matter of hand.

"I do—please tell me how!"

Hilgna didn't hide his secrets. During the days he was in Egypt, those spies were used by him a lot. A lot of news about other countries and Hittites was learned by Hilgna from these spies.

Of course, how he got the relevant information out of their mouths is another secret.

Who knows those secrets better than these intelligence spies who have been immersed for many years?

Hilgner handed over the general method and the weaknesses and secrets of the Senate to Vyatt.

He didn't stay in Hittite for long, and then turned to the West Terrace.

Hilgna had no intention of being king, and there was no need to stay and get involved in the battle for the throne. After paying homage to his father and queen in this world, he simply bid farewell and left.

However, he still left dozens of elite soldiers to protect his mother. If Vijat failed to fight for the throne, he would take them away from Hittite and go to Egypt.

Xitai became different from before. When Senasa came to greet him with a smile, Kailu, the next heir of Xitai, was also there, with a black-haired girl beside him.

As the prince of the Hittites and also an important minister of Egypt, Hilgna received the highest treatment naturally.

At the banquet, so many dancers with slender waists and watery eyes didn't catch Hilgner's gaze. Instead, they looked at the black-haired girl who was not plump or slender enough from the corner of her eye from time to time.

Arash was sitting next to him, and Xitai also gave him the same respectful treatment, and the clear-eyed Heroic Spirit noticed something was wrong with the Master.

"Is there something wrong with that girl?" he asked.

"It may be my illusion." Hilgner shook his head and retracted his gaze.

That black-haired girl is not from this land. Judging from her body shape and appearance, she looks like a compatriot in Hilgner's previous world.

However, ships that can sail long distances have not yet been created in this era, and Hilgna, who has this ability, has not been able to find a qualified forest for him to cut down. Then how did the girls in East Asia cross the vast open land and appear in the On the land of West Asia?

"That's the incarnation of Ishtar, the goddess of war, and her name is Xili." Senasa didn't know what Hilgna was thinking, but instead introduced him.

"She suddenly appeared from the pool one day and brought all kinds of benefits and blessings to the people of Xitai. Now she is my brother's side concubine. They look very loving, don't they?"

"Yeah, it's a good match." Silgner held the wine glass, concealed the fluctuations in his eyes, and said indifferently.

"Senash, can I ask you something?" Hilgna asked.

"Of course, you and I are close friends, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you!" Sai Nasha firmly said.

"I'm very curious about the goddess of war, Ms. Xi Li, can you let me talk to her face to face? Please rest assured, if I am worried about her reputation, I will only stand far away and never approach her Half a step."

Surprised, Senasa quickly waved his hand and said, "No need to do that, I'll go and talk to Xili, but I don't know if she is willing."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Hilgna nodded in thanks.

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This chapter of Pharaoh is a bit long, so I will write it under a different title, after all Arash is really cute

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