NOVEL SIMPLE The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 280 The King and His Subjects 2
Chapter 280 The King and His Subjects 2
The spirits transformed by Suer VII lived intermittently for more than 100 years.
For many years thereafter it was spent sometimes in the mausoleum, sometimes in the priest's temple, sometimes on the battlefield.
Whenever the Nile people need it, it will be awakened from the mausoleum by its priests and go to the battlefield.After fighting the enemy, it would return to the temple, where its priests would maintain, repair, and touch up the golden body, and then return to the mausoleum to wait for the next call.
Over the years, the priest holding the "Book of the Dead" has changed several times, ranging from calm elders to young youths, but it makes no difference to it, just as it doesn't care whether it sleeps in the tomb or who fights.
It seems to remember everything, and it seems to remember nothing.
Time goes by.
The young priest turned into a gray-haired old man, and when the old man met for the last time, he handed over his "Book of the Dead" to a young girl.
On that day, faint candles were lit in the tomb, like ancient lamps in the Styx.
The girl took the "Book of the Dead" nervously, turned around and accidentally knocked over the burning candlestick.After a lot of cleaning and apologizing, she finally walked in front of him anxiously, knelt down slowly, and touched the edge of its coffin with her forehead.
"Hello, Sir Su'er VII." The girl priest bowed her head quietly, like a devout believer, "From today onwards, I will be your priest."
silence.
"When I was ten years old, my tribe was destroyed by the dragon fire that fell from the sky. You killed the dragon and saved me from the dragon's claws." The girl priest confided in a low voice, "Since then, I So I decided to become your priest and spend the rest of my life with you."
silence.
"Now, my wish has finally come true." The young priestess showed a happy smile, "I beg Teacher, let me live in your tomb, so that I can see you when I open my eyes."
silence.
The spirits did not respond to the girl's words.
It should be a corpse and a coffin in the mausoleum, and neither the corpse nor the coffin can speak or think.
The maiden priest is perhaps the most diligent, patient, and devout of all priests.
Since she became its priest, she has been in the tomb every day, wiping, cleaning, and maintaining it, which is silent and motionless.
In the beginning, she was still a little cautious in front of the spirits transformed by the former Pharaoh, but as time passed, the spirits became as quiet as the murals on the wall, and she gradually lost her formality.
Sometimes, she would talk to herself while cleaning.
"Today I saw an old woman begging in the market. She was so skinny and pitiful. I gave her the meatloaf I just bought."
"The priests in the temple are holding an event again, saying that it is to celebrate the autumn harvest... What is there to celebrate in the autumn harvest? We all know that the season is the result of the planet's revolution, and has nothing to do with the priest, so I won't go."
"On the street today, someone blatantly slandered the deceased. I was so angry that I almost rushed up to fight him. Later, this person was taken away by the guards. Haha, he deserved it."
"I'm sorry, I'm late today... I saw a beautiful golden kitten on the side of the road, it's so cute. It's a pity I can't bring it back, otherwise it will scratch the wall of the tomb, and your coffin board. But it's really cute!"
The spirit listened silently.
As time went by, the young priestess gradually let go in the uninhabited tomb, revealing her hidden and lively nature.
"Master Su Er VII... Ouch, we have known each other for so long, can I change to a more friendly address? Master VII? Little Seven? Hahaha, just kidding~"
"Thump, thump, guess what this is? It is rosin oil bought from a merchant in Tianzhou! I heard that rosin oil is the best way to maintain coffins, so I will use it for you! I promise to wipe you clean Bright!"
"I heard that there is another war in the south. This time, it is to compete with the Maurya Dynasty for a secret realm full of aura. Ah! The bald third prince with peacock feathers is really annoying! I really want to beat him to the teeth! "
Silence, eternal silence.
"Alas...you can't speak...if only you could speak." The girl priest whispered, "The high priest said that the dead can return, but returning is not resurrection. Every dead is a hero and hero of Nero. Guardian, but only not a 'living person'.
"But, but, how I hope you can really be resurrected and become a real person.
"That way, I could have a friend.
"Ha—I'm probably delusional.
"When you were still alive, you were also a pharaoh with a high status. How could you become friends with me, a pariah, and listen to my ramblings here?"
The young priest leaned on the spotless stone platform and the gleaming golden coffin as her pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.
The tomb fell into silence again.
In a place she couldn't see, there seemed to be a strange fluctuation in the spirit's will. At that moment, she wanted to get rid of the "dead" status endowed by the people's prayer, to say something, to do something.
Thoughts that have never been thought of before are like sprouts, emerging from the dry river bed, but as soon as the sprouts sprouted, they bumped into the heavy shackles called "Praying", and were instantly choked and withered .
——You are the dead, you are the guardian of Nile, and you are the strongest combat weapon.
—You are dead, but you will continue to fight for us.
——You will come back from the resurrection and become the sharp sword of Nero, killing all enemies who covet Nero.
The "prayer" from the people of Nile was so hopeful in the year that Surr VII toured the country after his death.
So it became what they wanted it to be.
It is the dead, it is a hero, it is a weapon, it is a sharp sword, but it is not itself.
But this is the reason why it became the root of the dead, the root that no dead can violate.
In the end, the spirits still lay there quietly, without saying or doing anything.
The days passed day by day, and decades flew by.
The girl priest who accompanied the spirits also grew up day by day, from a girl to a woman, and from a woman to an old woman.
She is no longer young, lively, or escaping, but she still comes to its tomb on crutches every day, and wipes every corner of the coffin carefully for it.
In this life, they have experienced dozens of wars, big and small, and every time she held the "Book of the Dead" to wake it up from silence, took it to the battlefield, and led it back to the battlefield after the war. The burial chamber, for which the damaged coffins were repaired.
The spirit remained silent as always, as if the wave of will many years ago had never existed, as if she, like all the priests in the past, was like a passing cloud in its long life.
Until the year 2 when Sur VII woke up as a spirit in the coffin, until the No.70 year when the young priestess began to wipe the coffin for him.
The gods descended, and the aura was cut off.
(End of this chapter)
The spirits transformed by Suer VII lived intermittently for more than 100 years.
For many years thereafter it was spent sometimes in the mausoleum, sometimes in the priest's temple, sometimes on the battlefield.
Whenever the Nile people need it, it will be awakened from the mausoleum by its priests and go to the battlefield.After fighting the enemy, it would return to the temple, where its priests would maintain, repair, and touch up the golden body, and then return to the mausoleum to wait for the next call.
Over the years, the priest holding the "Book of the Dead" has changed several times, ranging from calm elders to young youths, but it makes no difference to it, just as it doesn't care whether it sleeps in the tomb or who fights.
It seems to remember everything, and it seems to remember nothing.
Time goes by.
The young priest turned into a gray-haired old man, and when the old man met for the last time, he handed over his "Book of the Dead" to a young girl.
On that day, faint candles were lit in the tomb, like ancient lamps in the Styx.
The girl took the "Book of the Dead" nervously, turned around and accidentally knocked over the burning candlestick.After a lot of cleaning and apologizing, she finally walked in front of him anxiously, knelt down slowly, and touched the edge of its coffin with her forehead.
"Hello, Sir Su'er VII." The girl priest bowed her head quietly, like a devout believer, "From today onwards, I will be your priest."
silence.
"When I was ten years old, my tribe was destroyed by the dragon fire that fell from the sky. You killed the dragon and saved me from the dragon's claws." The girl priest confided in a low voice, "Since then, I So I decided to become your priest and spend the rest of my life with you."
silence.
"Now, my wish has finally come true." The young priestess showed a happy smile, "I beg Teacher, let me live in your tomb, so that I can see you when I open my eyes."
silence.
The spirits did not respond to the girl's words.
It should be a corpse and a coffin in the mausoleum, and neither the corpse nor the coffin can speak or think.
The maiden priest is perhaps the most diligent, patient, and devout of all priests.
Since she became its priest, she has been in the tomb every day, wiping, cleaning, and maintaining it, which is silent and motionless.
In the beginning, she was still a little cautious in front of the spirits transformed by the former Pharaoh, but as time passed, the spirits became as quiet as the murals on the wall, and she gradually lost her formality.
Sometimes, she would talk to herself while cleaning.
"Today I saw an old woman begging in the market. She was so skinny and pitiful. I gave her the meatloaf I just bought."
"The priests in the temple are holding an event again, saying that it is to celebrate the autumn harvest... What is there to celebrate in the autumn harvest? We all know that the season is the result of the planet's revolution, and has nothing to do with the priest, so I won't go."
"On the street today, someone blatantly slandered the deceased. I was so angry that I almost rushed up to fight him. Later, this person was taken away by the guards. Haha, he deserved it."
"I'm sorry, I'm late today... I saw a beautiful golden kitten on the side of the road, it's so cute. It's a pity I can't bring it back, otherwise it will scratch the wall of the tomb, and your coffin board. But it's really cute!"
The spirit listened silently.
As time went by, the young priestess gradually let go in the uninhabited tomb, revealing her hidden and lively nature.
"Master Su Er VII... Ouch, we have known each other for so long, can I change to a more friendly address? Master VII? Little Seven? Hahaha, just kidding~"
"Thump, thump, guess what this is? It is rosin oil bought from a merchant in Tianzhou! I heard that rosin oil is the best way to maintain coffins, so I will use it for you! I promise to wipe you clean Bright!"
"I heard that there is another war in the south. This time, it is to compete with the Maurya Dynasty for a secret realm full of aura. Ah! The bald third prince with peacock feathers is really annoying! I really want to beat him to the teeth! "
Silence, eternal silence.
"Alas...you can't speak...if only you could speak." The girl priest whispered, "The high priest said that the dead can return, but returning is not resurrection. Every dead is a hero and hero of Nero. Guardian, but only not a 'living person'.
"But, but, how I hope you can really be resurrected and become a real person.
"That way, I could have a friend.
"Ha—I'm probably delusional.
"When you were still alive, you were also a pharaoh with a high status. How could you become friends with me, a pariah, and listen to my ramblings here?"
The young priest leaned on the spotless stone platform and the gleaming golden coffin as her pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.
The tomb fell into silence again.
In a place she couldn't see, there seemed to be a strange fluctuation in the spirit's will. At that moment, she wanted to get rid of the "dead" status endowed by the people's prayer, to say something, to do something.
Thoughts that have never been thought of before are like sprouts, emerging from the dry river bed, but as soon as the sprouts sprouted, they bumped into the heavy shackles called "Praying", and were instantly choked and withered .
——You are the dead, you are the guardian of Nile, and you are the strongest combat weapon.
—You are dead, but you will continue to fight for us.
——You will come back from the resurrection and become the sharp sword of Nero, killing all enemies who covet Nero.
The "prayer" from the people of Nile was so hopeful in the year that Surr VII toured the country after his death.
So it became what they wanted it to be.
It is the dead, it is a hero, it is a weapon, it is a sharp sword, but it is not itself.
But this is the reason why it became the root of the dead, the root that no dead can violate.
In the end, the spirits still lay there quietly, without saying or doing anything.
The days passed day by day, and decades flew by.
The girl priest who accompanied the spirits also grew up day by day, from a girl to a woman, and from a woman to an old woman.
She is no longer young, lively, or escaping, but she still comes to its tomb on crutches every day, and wipes every corner of the coffin carefully for it.
In this life, they have experienced dozens of wars, big and small, and every time she held the "Book of the Dead" to wake it up from silence, took it to the battlefield, and led it back to the battlefield after the war. The burial chamber, for which the damaged coffins were repaired.
The spirit remained silent as always, as if the wave of will many years ago had never existed, as if she, like all the priests in the past, was like a passing cloud in its long life.
Until the year 2 when Sur VII woke up as a spirit in the coffin, until the No.70 year when the young priestess began to wipe the coffin for him.
The gods descended, and the aura was cut off.
(End of this chapter)
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