To Four Thousand Years Later

Three months passed in a flash.

The scattered flames have gathered, and the sea of ​​flames soaking through the crowd is overflowing.

"Father, I've heard some bad voices recently..."

Neferet said softly to Psusenais II: "It's a word spread among the people."

As Pharaoh's youngest daughter, she was not very pleased with him in ordinary times. Because her bloodline is not pure—compared with her brothers, Amon's bloodline is not even more than half in her body.

This means that she is an "unclean person" and cannot further purify her blood by intermarrying with her brothers or her father. Therefore, she can only intermarry with foreigners, and her children will not be able to become high-ranking priests in the future.

But just three months ago, she was recruited by Pharaoh, and she was often brought with her to teach.

So she probably understood... She should be married off.

And the person who wants to marry him may, probably, maybe... be that King Solomon.

"Oh? What words?"

Psuscenes II asked with great interest.

"That's...someone said you were going to assassinate King Solomon."

She hesitated and asked Pharaoh: "Is there such a thing, father?"

"Nonsense."

Psuscenes II said flatly.

He looked at his skeptical daughter, and sighed helplessly: "You can't let your mind be held back by these people who don't understand anything, Neferet."

"Hey?"

Neferet looked bewildered.

Psuscenes II shook his head, feeling a little sad.

None of his children possessed extraordinary wisdom... Then who will he pass on the position of Pharaoh in the future?

"Listen up, Neferet. You have to have your own opinion, your own thoughts... Remember, you are the daughter of Pharaoh, the child of God Amon, and you must not be deceived by others."

Psuscenes II said in an old and distant voice: "Think carefully, if I really want to kill King Solomon, what am I doing?"

"...for the purpose of weakening the State of Israel?"

Neferet asked tentatively.

Psuscenes II paused and said, "To be precise, it is to allow Egypt to gain an advantage over Israel...to make the nation of Israel leaderless."

"Then let me ask you again, if King Solomon was assassinated and died while visiting Egypt, what would the Israelites think of Egypt?"

"Will... be an enemy."

Neferet replied.

Psusennes II nodded in satisfaction: "That's right. King Solomon has no heirs, so once he dies, the country of Israel will be in chaos because of the issue of heirs. This is the fault of the king having no heirs."

"However, the nation of Israel will have a common enemy, and that is...Egypt who killed their beloved King Solomon."

Psuscenes II said flatly: "In this case, revenge against Egypt will become an important bargaining chip in determining the new king's throne. The nail I planted in Israel is the prophet Nathan...he is compared with the marshal who controls the entire army. Compared with Yaya, it will definitely gain a disadvantage in military operations."

"And once Marshal Benaiah wins the throne, he will eliminate the prophet Nathan. In this case, I will completely lose control of Israel. And Benaiah is loyal to King Solomon, and he will definitely launch a long-term attack on Egypt. The revenge offensive of the Chinese government ... at the same time, this offensive can still get domestic support."

"So, do you understand, Neferet? Not only can I not assassinate King Solomon, but I also have to protect him from being assassinated."

Psuscenes II closed his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "If I form an alliance with King Solomon, it will be good for both countries; if I kill King Solomon, it will be bad for both countries. But my fundamental purpose is Revitalize Egypt for the sake of Amun...not suppress Israel."

"So, it is absolutely impossible for you to assassinate King Solomon..."

Neferet suddenly realized.

But immediately she had a new question in her mind: "Then what should we do? It's not a good thing to let them continue to spread rumors..."

"No need to do anything, just a group of civilians. They don't have weapons, and they don't have the courage to resist God's law, so what can they do?"

Psuscenes II shook his head: "I see that the priests, nobles, and army are all stable, and that's enough. You have to know how to choose...you can't satisfy everyone. I will send someone to warn you later. Circle the priests and nobles, let them step up their investigation of spies and assassins."

"Since the rumors have spread to you, it's useless to say more at this time. As long as King Solomon can leave safely, time will tell everything."

The corner of Pharaoh's mouth was raised in a rare way: "The common people are forgetful and selfish. They don't worry about the king of other countries for too long...they always think about themselves."

"So, who could have done this?"

Neferet asked: "This rumor can't be spontaneous, can it, father?"

"It can also be spontaneous. People like to think wildly."

Psuscenes II narrowed his eyes slightly: "But if someone did it on purpose... think about it, Neferet. If Egypt and Israel form an alliance, who will have the most headaches?"

"Are... Assyrians?"

Neferet was startled suddenly.

The aging pharaoh squinted his eyes and nodded: "Well. It can only be them."

"Remember, Neferet. Whether it's a smart person or a stupid person, they are all for their own good. The difference is that a stupid person's vision is short, while a smart person's vision is long."

Pharaoh said calmly: "So, if you want to judge who will benefit in the short term, it is the conspiracy of foolish people. In the long run, it is often the strategy of smart people to judge who will benefit the most."

"Your wisdom is still so dazzling, like the brilliance of the Great God Amon."

Neferet was convinced by her father.

It was the first time he had spoken so much to himself, and it was also the first time he had taught himself these concepts.

But Pharaoh just shook his head again: "Remember, this wisdom cannot be shared with others. Rare wisdom is like a copper mine. The more people know it, the less wealth everyone enjoys... Solomon is too young to Understand this truth, just want people's admiration."

He paused the staff in his hand, opened his eyes and looked at Neferet: "What you have to do is to snuggle up to his couch, steal his wisdom from Solomon, and bring him back to Egypt after he dies."

"...die?"

Neferet looked at Pharaoh blankly.

Pharaoh nodded and sneered: "Four years ago, Solomon was only in his teens. Now he looks like he is thirty... This shows that he violated a taboo."

"Taboo?"

Psusennes II nodded, and said in a deep voice: "As a mortal, I made a contract with the demon god, sacrificing my own life in exchange for strength... His miracle of not burning in the ashes is probably because he violated taboos and had a relationship with Barbara. The **** of strength signed the contract. So he must not live as long as you, and sooner or later he will be sucked away by the **** of Baal."

"Just wait for him to die, and then run back with his wisdom, the books he wrote, and his strategy for governing the country. I will arrange someone to pick you up."

Pharaoh said softly: "Of course...it would be even better if he could bring his child back with him. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, father."

Neferet nodded respectfully.