On the third day, the sound of Nile River had filled the ears of the three men and one donkey with splashing water.
They were lucky, as it was a low tide at the moment, and all over the alluvial plain were farmers and slaves planting wheat.
In fact, the people here have not very dark skin, and their lips are not thick. They can even be said to have a unique charm.
The men work barefoot in the mud while the women wear long dresses and carry pots or clay jars on their heads.
For the people here, the fertile land that follows the Nile's fury brings them abundant food.
Therefore, there is enough extra food to be used for brewing.
In regions with longer day length, the wine and fruit beverages brewed are truly remarkable.
The people in the fields by the roadside curiously gazed at the few individuals coming from the north.
In order not to disturb the people, they walked instead of being carried by Marrum as they had been before.
Only the old donkey liked to be carried by Marrum. After all, it had worked all its life, and after becoming old, it could still be served.
They arrived at a small town called Raswet, where they planned to rest for a while.
Raswet is already within Egypt, and the local customs and scenery have undergone significant changes. Local officials' guards can be seen patrolling everywhere, as the city is scattered in various suitable residential areas.
As long as no large-scale warfare is encountered, security issues are easily controlled.
Despite the differences in the attire of the people around and the types of buildings.
However, Aaron can still find factors brought by Atene and other Northern cultures wherever he goes, which have become an integral part of Egyptian culture.
They were selecting their residence and buying some supplies before heading to the capital city of Egypt, Saes.
Only then did Aaron help to dismount the donkey, and a merchant dressed like that of the Babylonian kingdom came over, looking at this old donkey, took off a hat made of a pile of scarves, and smiled saying:
“Ainoa of Babylon, greetings to the several lords. This donkey must be carried by people, and it is so old. I think it will be sold in the market or taken by a butcher to be slaughtered.”
Now, Egypt is under the rule of Seti II of the 19th Dynasty, and five years ago, Egypt had just ended the war with the Neo-Assyrian Empire over the control of Karkemish.
Nowadays, with the recovery of the country, traders from both places have naturally completed the construction of trade routes and began to exchange goods, which is a natural instinct of humans.
Anda was silent, while Marum didn't know how to communicate with ordinary people.
Therefore, Aaron became the communication object of Ainoa, after all, tricks to deceive these young people and earn some small money are still not eliminated even after more than 2000 years.
Ainoa leaned over to Aaron, and there was a strange fragrance on his body, which meant that these merchants really had sacrificed too much for their business.
He continued to say:
"By coincidence, I know a few local traders, and for just a little Drachma or even one-tenth of a Dekan, you can sell them well. Or you can exchange them for the bread and beer you need on your journey."
"I highly recommend the beer from the Barkir family, which is delicious and sweet. Even Horus would praise it."
"Eh--Ah! Lord, spare my life! Lord, spare my life!"
Before Aaron could react, Marum grabbed the front of Ainoa's shirt and lifted him up, and with a slight shift in direction of the illusionary arm, the head of this merchant would roll like a watermelon and hit the ground.
"Shut up! Human, that filthy name is not something you can bring up!"
For all Astartes, "Horus" is a keyword that triggers PTSD symptoms.
Even though Marum was not a warrior who fought during the 30K period, their gene seed, inherited from their ancestors, still transmitted the anger and regret from a thousand years ago.
This anger is more pronounced in the Blood Angels.
That is to say, Marum is a Leman Russ, an Astrategt with the most stable gene seed among the Astartes.
Otherwise, Ainoa might have been crushed by the skull at this time, bitten on the neck and had her blood drained.
Anda only straightened up at this time, indifferently checking their luggage, muttering:
"All right, Marum, that didn't happen yet. Let the poor guy go. We have no intention of selling the donkey."
Only then did Marum let go of his hand, allowing Ainoa to roll onto the ground.
Ainoa crawled away in terror, crawled a little distance before he dared to stand up, shouting hastily:
"Cursed be the gods upon you! You rude savages!"
"Get out of Raswet! Wait, you hate the names of the gods and call them impurities! Heathens! Heathens!"
"Horus will kill you!"
That's quite interesting. A merchant who was from an enemy country five years ago has the audacity to call others heathens.
Finally, Aaron caught up with Marum's reaction and stood in front of him, so that this poor person wouldn't die on the spot because of something he said.
He was very clever and realized the name that made Marum furious.
"Marum, is there something wrong with the name 'Horus'? He is the grandson of Amun and the son of Osiris. He represents the cycle of sunrise and sunset, symbolizing order over chaos."
Marum's eyes were tightly closed, his veins were filled with violent anger, and many of the Astartes' organs entered full operation.
"I think he was just referring to the Pharaoh using the name of Horus, as every Pharaoh has claimed to be the incarnation of Horus in human form. It's called 'The Living Horus'."
Marum's fist tightened, and the bones of the Astartes cracked.
"Calm down, every place has its own mythology."
Aaron looked maliciously at his father and moved on to say:
"Unless the main gods of each mythology are all one person, right, Father? There was a time when the gods of other places couldn't find their father, only because this father had run off to another place."
Aaron's words are like jumping back and forth on the edge of Marum's mental breakdown.
Listen, what's called sunrise and sunset, what's called order over chaos!
Three million years later, everything is wrong!
The sun was struck down, and chaos ravaged the Empire.
Emperor, has human history, dating back before the Gregorian calendar, already predicted the future?
Marum remained silent, bowing his head towards Anda, who was checking their luggage.
Anda turned his head, somewhat agitated, and looked at Marum.
"Don't look at me, it's got nothing to do with me. What you said just now might cause a lot of local priests to come and bother us, they'll think we disrespect the gods."
"In Athens, you'd be hanged. In Egypt, you'd have to spend some money, give some atonement coins. Here, metal weight serves as currency, and to buy foreign treasures, you'd have to exchange for money."
Again, my father talked a little too much, didn't realize it was about money. This old guy isn't serious at all, even wants to see some fun.
Just as he finished speaking, several guards walked over in the distance, with Ainoa, who was knocked to the ground just now, at the head of them.
The merchant had a different demeanor:
"Gorget Captain, I mentioned the name of Horus, the symbol of the Pharaoh, and those from other places called it impure. They got angry and beat me! That's disrespecting the Pharaoh. We need to teach them a lesson and arrest them, put them in a water dungeon to feed crocodiles!"
