From Concubine to Pharaoh [Transmigration Book]

Blulin, who went home by mistake, could only tell a lie to his wife: "Well, I came back early for tomorrow's Harvest Festival celebration."

The wife was considerate, and immediately cleaned up the bedroom for Brunin so that he could rest, but at the same time, she kept nagging about the expenses and arrangements at home—

This time the big river flooded and submerged all the land of the farm. It is expected that the harvest in the coming year will be good, but the tax to be paid will be very high.

She talked about how Brellin must remember to hire more common laborers for the farm, and at the same time, she mentioned that all the children in the neighbor's house were dressed in beautiful dyed tie-dyed linen clothes, and they were fed by Phoenician peddlers from thousands of miles away. The rare fruit that was trafficked, I heard that the eldest son of the neighbor will go to the temple of God Ra to learn to be a low-level priest.

She complained that her family was not enough, that the children of Brölin couldn't wear bright clothes, that they were short-sighted, and that they didn't know the rare treasures they saw—

To make matters worse, there is no opportunity for children to receive education at present, and there is always no way to enter the temple if they want to.

Brolin listened to his wife's nagging in silence, but never had an attack.

But suddenly he jumped up from the bed, put on a linen robe, walked out and said: "I suddenly forgot that there is still work to be done in the treasurer, go now. Tomorrow you will take the children to the god of Osiris." Harvest Festival celebration."

Brolin's wife was dumbfounded, but she could only nod in response.

In fact, Brelling went to the other side of Memphis, where his concubine—

That concubine always thought that she was the official wife of Bruin. Originally, Bruin had made an appointment to come home today, and the concubine was already impatient with the wait.

After finally waiting for Brolin to come back, the concubine immediately spoke out all the troubles at home like pouring peas.He even made a head-to-toe comparison with the wealthy household on the other side of the city.

Brooklyn: ...

Not long after, the royal treasurer's clerk found another excuse and left the house.

Facing the empty streets of Memphis in the early morning, Brolin's eyes were confused and his heart was terrified.

All he knew was that he was about to lose his position and salary as a clerk, and he would no longer have the opportunity to benefit from the coming and going of the property. He could no longer support two families at the same time——

However, what really weighed on my heart like a boulder was the fear of the future.

Changes are about to happen, new gods will come, old gods will fall, and those who cannot keep up with the times will be abandoned by the gods——

This kind of story that only happened in ancient legends seems likely to come true; and he is likely to be one of the abandoned people.

can not be like this……

Brolin thought to himself: It can't go on like this.

He casually took a pine torch from the door of his house, held it in his hand, clearly distinguished the road and direction, and hurried to the Temple of Osiris in Memphis.

There are still one or two hours before the start of the Harvest Festival celebration. People who are busy organizing the celebration must be resting at this time. He will have the opportunity to enter the temple of God Osiris and pray to the god himself——

Strictly speaking, Memphis was not a center of worship for the god Osiris.Therefore, the temple of Osiris in this city is not as grand and magnificent as the temple of the sun god Ra.It is not even as prosperous and full of believers as the temple of the goddess Isis.

But as the god in charge of the entire afterlife, Osiris has a supreme status in the hearts of every Egyptian-after all, it is impossible for everyone to avoid death, not even Pharaoh.

People will one day pray to the god Osiris.

In addition, the god Osiris is also in charge of the authority of the harvest.Commoners and farmers who live on the fields, as well as nobles and rich people who own vast fields and farms, as long as they depend on the land, they must maintain piety to the god Osiris.

Finally, Brellin arrived at the Temple of Osiris.He slowly stepped up the stairs and looked into the temple.

The temple of Osiris follows the unified regulations of most temples in Egypt: the front is an open-air courtyard with a well that can pump clear and sweet spring water, the middle is a multi-column hall, and the last is a temple dedicated to the god.

The process of going from the courtyard to the temple is usually a process from a bright open area to a dark and mysterious one.The Temple of Osiris is no exception.

People entering the temple need to get used to the dark environment in front of them little by little.

But today is different. In front of Brulin, whether it is the courtyard or the temple, they are all shrouded in deep night, and there is boundless darkness everywhere.

Brelin held up the pine torch in his hand, walked through the courtyard alone, and entered the multi-pillared hall. The bright light of the torch drew long black shadows one after another outside the hall.

He stretched out his hand to push the tall bronze door of the temple, and with a creak, the heavy bronze door was opened a crack.

The priests and priests all went to rest, and no one stopped Brelin from entering the closed temple.

Brunin closed the gate, put the pine torch in his hand into the specially designed stone trough on the wall, and then walked towards the center of the temple.

The statue of Osiris is enshrined there-a mummy with green skin, wearing a crown, holding a scepter and flail, sitting on the throne, with compassionate eyes, looking at every believer who enters the temple.

Brolin knelt down in front of the statue piously, and told all about his experience in the royal treasurer yesterday and the doubts in his heart.

Thoroughly pouring out gave Brelin a moment of relaxation, full of reverence, he raised his head to look at the statue in front of him.

The idol remained motionless, and the two black gemstone eyes seemed to be looking at Bruin. Upon closer inspection, the pair of eyes were dull and dull. The statue did not respond to what Bruin was pouring out.

Yes, even a god statue is just a lifeless wooden sculpture.

Driven by some emotion, Brelin suddenly got up and asked the statue in front of him loudly: "Such an important matter, such a terrible omen...why don't you respond, why don't you respond!"

"It's useless for me to offer sacrifices to you once every three days, and it's useless for me to rush to pray to you as soon as I have doubts in my heart——"

"Why don't you respond, why don't you respond!"

His voice collided back and forth on the walls of the temple, becoming echoes, overlapping and repeating.

However, the statue remained silent in front of Bruin. Facing Bruin's questioning, it didn't give any feedback—it was just a statue.

Brolin's yelling vented the depression in his heart, but once the depression was vented, people immediately became panicked.

Brelin immediately knelt down and begged in front of the idol: "Great Osiris, ruler of the world of the dead, just and selfless judge of death, a god who wishes to bring abundance to the earth... Humble Brelin really No intention to offend..."

It is said that before the great turmoil, the gods occasionally answered the prayers of the believers.But to this day, there are very few human beings who have the honor to receive the response of the gods.

What kind of big man is he, and what right does he have to make noise in this quiet temple?

Gradually, the echo disappeared, and the entire temple returned to its previous dead silence.

Brolin's panic and fear gradually disappeared, and disappointment and frustration gradually filled his heart——

Since these gods never answered people's prayers, why should he be so devout to them?

Finally, Brunin raised his head listlessly and looked around the temple.

His eyes jumped, and he suddenly discovered something——

Probably for the sake of celebrating the Harvest Festival, the curtains that had been hanging on the walls of the temple all year round have been lifted, revealing the huge murals painted on the walls.

The colors of these murals are full and bright, and the paint seems to protrude slightly from the walls. I don't know if they were repainted specially for the celebration.

Brolin glanced at it casually. This is the story of Osiris—this god is the god of fertility and the god of the underworld at the same time, and he once bore the roughest and most tragic fate among the gods.

Osiris, the eldest son of Geb, the god of the earth, and Nut, the goddess of the sky, was a wise and benevolent ruler of Egypt.

But killed by his brother Seth, his body was divided into 14 pieces and thrown into the Nile.

Isis, the wife of Osiris, wept and retrieved all her husband's corpses, and with the help of the god Anubis, put Osiris' body together with linen cloth, and with the help of the god Tut, made Osiris Reese resurrected for one night.

In just one night, Isis conceived his son Horus, and tried every means to avoid Seth's pursuit, gave birth to little Horus, and raised him up.

When Horus became an adult, he avenged his father and killed Seth, becoming the first pharaoh of Egypt.

At the same time, the mummy of Osiris was resurrected and became the god of the underworld, in charge of the afterlife world①.

This story is well-known throughout Egypt, and Brellin can almost know it by heart.

However, now, in this empty Osiris Temple, and seeing those scenes that should be very familiar, Brulin is getting more and more restless, even surging.

At this moment, he has completely forgotten the original intention of coming to the temple and the content of praying to the gods.

His heart was filled with unprecedented emotions. For him, this emotion was a blind spot, an unprecedented cognition, something he had never thought of in the 29 years he lived in this world.

A voice shouted frantically from the bottom of his heart: "Second son, second son again...why the second son..."

Acknowledging fate, forbearance, bowing one's knees... begging in every possible way for the little benefit revealed between the fingers of the eldest son, is this the fate of the second son?

On the mural, the green-skinned Osiris looks particularly frail.On the contrary, Seth was strong and brave, and his every move was full of strength and authority.He lifted Osiris high and killed him effortlessly—

If the second son is stronger than the elder brother, does he also have to surrender and accept the arrangement of fate?

Brellin dare not call himself Bisset, the god of desert and chaos, who symbolizes the power of violence and the ability to destroy everything——

But Brolin thinks he has a smart head, rational and quick thinking, deceptive lies and the ability to balance the interests of all parties.

Why is he not as good as his brother?

Obviously the difference between him and his elder brother lies in the identity of the mother and the moment of birth.

The stories that I have been familiar with for many years now appear on the murals, but they give Brülin a completely different interpretation—perhaps because of different paints and different drawing techniques.

In short, these extremely small differences reverse all stereotypes and open new doors.

Instead of praying to the silent statue, Brolin fell to his knees with a plop in front of the bright mural on the wall.

Under the light of the pine torches, the surface of the mural seems to glow, and it is clearly reflected in the eyes of Brunin.

The god Seth, who murdered his brother Osiris, held up the sharp blade in his hand, and the sharp red liquid dripped from the tip of the blade.

Suddenly, there was a light click in the silent temple.

The surface of the mural has changed—

The red liquid dripping from the mural suddenly began to flow, falling drop by drop, dripping onto the limestone-paved temple floor.

These few drops of blood seemed to drip into Bruin's eyes at the same time, and as a roar that didn't sound like a human voice resounded through the entire temple, Bruin's eyes were already blood red.

After Erich woke up, she heard the report from her personal maid, Urania——

"Harvest festival celebration?"

She knew very well that just after the flooding of the big river, the farming season came one after another. Before people started farming, they would naturally offer sacrifices to the gods and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.

Egypt is another civilization that attaches such great importance to farming that large-scale prayer ceremonies are transformed into large-scale celebrations, allowing everyone on this land to participate in person.

"It stands to reason that the pharaoh is not here, so you should attend this celebration..."

Urania hesitated to speak.

She knew that Alicia had been particularly lethargic recently, so she was very hesitant.

"No..." Ailixi shook her hand and closed her eyes again, "Send me a message to the great priest, let him attend on my behalf."

She thought to herself: Compared with her brother Solan, her advantage is that she is polite, at least she will not call the great priest Dahor an old man.

Urania breathed a sigh of relief and happily agreed yes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the door, she was called back by Alicia.

"There is no need to invite the great priest, I will go by myself."

Alicia's eyes were open, her mind was clear, and she never seemed to be bothered by pregnancy narcolepsy.

The reason why she made such a decision was because the first princess was the highest-ranking person under the pharaoh, and she could act as the pharaoh's duties in Memphis.

She didn't want the High Priest to take advantage of any loopholes.

Besides—she had a hunch...she should go.

Alixi looked up at the mummy of the cat god standing in the corner of the bedroom.

With the sun rising three poles, the pupils of the mummy's eyes turned into date pits again.

"Miss--"

This time it was Nanna who pushed the door and came in, and the expression of the God of War's favored person was extremely awkward at the moment.Because she was wearing a close-fitting long skirt that Elyse often wears, and an inverted triangle corset with a small waist exposed, and a headdress from Elyse's jewelry box on her head.

This dress clearly outlines Nanna's beautiful figure, and even Elich couldn't help admiring it when she saw it.

But Nanna's gestures are still her stalwart martial posture, full of restraint and discomfort, this Valkyrie suddenly blushed when she saw Alicia's smile, and said: "Miss, Nanna looks like you looks like?"

Alicia nodded and smiled, "Like!"

In addition to the fact that the voice is not quite similar, Nanna's outfit can score 90 points.

Nanna was overjoyed: "Then don't go out today, let Nanna appear instead of you, and go to the Harvest Festival celebration."

Alicia pursed her lips: As soon as she saw Nanna's outfit, she guessed what the Blessed One was thinking.Nanna intends to become her stand-in to face the crisis predicted by the cat god Buster instead.

After all, the cat god predicted that the coming crisis would not be resolved by Nanna's force, so the great headmaid had the spirit of self-sacrifice and planned to bear this fatal attack instead of Elyse.

Alicia looked at Nanna with a smile: "What if someone comes to attack me in the palace after you go out?"

Nanna seemed to be gagged by a cork, staring and unable to speak.

This is also very possible, after all, the cat god has never predicted that the crisis facing Ailixi is outside the palace.

Nanna thought for a while and said, "Then I will dress like this and go out with the young lady. If the enemy comes, he will come at me—"

Alicia responded with a smile: "But in case the enemy recognizes you and me and wants to hurt me, can you find your bow and arrow and weapons?"

Nanna looked around her and fell silent for a moment.

Of course, this dress perfectly outlined Nanna's graceful figure.But it doesn't look like they can hide weapons anywhere.

Alicia took Nanna's hand and sat down, softly said: "Do you still remember what the high priest said back then, that you can't divination your own destiny?"

Nanna, who clearly remembered, nodded blankly.

"My idea is that we shouldn't make any immature attempts just because we can predict the future, which may be self-defeating."

The real reason is: Erich can't accept Nanna treating each other as a person, sacrificing herself for her.

But Nanna recalled Senmut's words and firmly believed Erich's words.

"That's right!" The God of War favored stared down at the tight tube skirt on himself, imagining that he couldn't fight at all.

"The words of the high priest are really unforgettable..." Nanna commented, "Miss, you must miss him very much, right?"

"Remember?"

Alicia nearly laughed.

Yes, I do miss him a little bit, about his ability, IQ and personality.

In addition, he was thinking about the evasion that he owed him at the beginning, and the debt was not actually repaid.

Erich is such a person, she has no specific attachment to specific people around her.But the general idea is don't get in debt, don't leave a bond.

It was also because of this that she didn't want to let Nanna act as a stand-in to attend the Harvest Festival celebration instead. She didn't want to owe Nanna for it—it was just the head maid, and there was no need to sacrifice so much for her as a princess.

But she wasn't completely unprepared.

When the attendants and maids packed up Alicia's guard of honor and were about to go out, Nanna stared blankly at the pale young man in the team.

"Miss...Miss, you plan to take him out? Why? What if he is suddenly stimulated during the celebration and remembers... having a disease, what should we do?"

Alixi didn't speak, she just sat on the tall sedan chair and waved her hands casually, expressing that it was decided and would not be changed.

Nanna was stunned by the princess's decision, she managed to regain her composure, and glared at the pale boy, only to see that the boy's dark eyes were extremely pure, and a big smile bloomed on his face.He called Nanna affectionately: "Sister Nanna!"

Nanna: ...

Erich sat on the sedan chair, with the solemn cat mummy beside her.

She didn't forget to reach out and scratch Mao Mao's chin all the time.The cat's face, painstakingly painted on linen, seemed to soften a little.