Indeed, he has appeared again, the unique charm of the father!
Moreover, this time there are no limits to gender!
Aaron couldn't help but exclaim, fortunately, he covered his mouth in time and didn't make any noise.
Dalitt's tone was completely distinct from that of an ordinary man, his upper eyelids blackened and blinking, his tongue just a hair's breadth from extending to lap at Ando.
Aaron was somewhat excited, not because of any strange fetish, but because he felt that his previous guess had finally been confirmed.
But how to save his father from this pervert bald priest devil?
He moved closer to his father and asked in a low voice:
"Can your abilities be freely controlled?"
He was very afraid that this was not just the priest in front being bewitched, but also his father's one-sided wish.
Dad deliberately wanted to do something thrilling; he could freely control and unleash his abilities.
If that were true, Aaron felt that he had no face to face his mother, and even felt that it was an incredibly correct decision for her to leave her father.
Ando looked at his son with a retarded expression and felt painful about the double IQ of his future sons:
"You idiot, if I could control this ability, would I be reduced to the point of being on the verge of beggary?"
"I could just ask who the devil responsible for starting the war directly, wouldn't that be better?"
Dalitt elegantly twirled his fingers and pointed them at his own lips:
"Speak no northern tongues, spies. There were signs last year; Rome, the offspring of the she-wolf, is biding its time, eager to rip apart enough prey to feed on."
"It seems their spy training is not good; they're as annoying as a noisy sparrow. I give you an opportunity, join our country and become my slave. Otherwise, remove their insides and offer them to Saehmeet."
The priests' guards stepped forward, using specially made skin-stripping curved swords, a finer version of the serkwa curved blades soldiers are equipped with, not destroying the integrity of the chest and abdominal skin.
"Sehmet, I've heard that name three times now. What is it? Your god?"
Aaron switched back to the language of Memphis, which, strictly speaking, belongs to the upper part of Egypt.
He was preparing to drag some time, his father had said that they should try to lure the war demon to appear or obtain information.
Which identity and background would be more likely to provoke war and incite conflict.
If things go well, they should be able to obtain intelligence.
Instead of sacrificing Ando and lying on this bald priest's bed, then whispering into his ear to find out.
This is something neither father nor son can accept.
Oh, not mentioning Marum is because Kiriman teaches well, making the obedient maxwells completely incapable of thinking of this scene.
"You foreigners, didn't you learn about our customs before becoming spies?"
Dalitt laughed heartily, his voice like that of an eunuch who had been castrated, so as to maintain a beautiful singing voice even during the stage of change in voice.
He sat up from the bed and praised loudly:
"Sehmet, the goddess with the lion's head!"
"War began with you! Plague began with you! Fire began with you!"
"Only the sweetness of blood wine can quench your fury!"
Marum finally understood the words he could comprehend, the astat's vocal chamber allowing precise control over the frequency and direction of sound, he murmured:
"It sounds like a local culture's god, bringing about war, war causing pestilence, and then needing to clean the battlefield with fire. To be honest, among my countless experiences in battle, such civilization gods are rare. Generally, people don't link war and pestilence."
Ando said casually, "Unless it's in the early days of civilization, when everything is still chaotic, faith sometimes mixes together."
This old guy looked at Aaron and indicated that he should ask more questions, maybe he could find out who is the mastermind behind the outbreak of war directly.
Aaron coughed a few times and silently cursed in his heart. This old guy turned into a very resistant and reluctant to communicate when encountering things, as if he had completely lost social skills.
This family is all on me!
He tried to speak in a calmer tone and continued to ask:
"So it is Sehmet who has some prophecy come to pass? We are not spies but from Memphis. There are Roman troops there already, we came to avoid trouble."
Dalitt frowned, spread his arms and looked around, the servants kneeling on both sides of his body, draped him in a sheer garment:
"Stupid, you can't even come up with an excuse to put on. Or is this some Roman trick, sending over a few idiots to make us relax our vigilance?"
"Let me be very clear, we have known for a long time that Rome will attack Memphis and will send us messengers to inform us. Rome just needs Memphis as a hub for commercial trade, making it even more prosperous."
"And so, step by step—"
Dalitt slowly descended the steps, the sheer garment of his body scraping against the ground, as if truly creating a sound like scales being dragged across it.
"Stealing inch by inch our territory."
He had already crossed the Aaron, who asked questions, to the silence Ando.
With just a slight twist of his finger lifted lightly, he could lift Ando's chin.
Aaron sighed helplessly and turned around quickly to ask, trying to attract Dalitt's attention.
"So you are going to retaliate? You want to recapture Memphis?"
Dalitt turned around, saying with a puzzled expression:
"That's right, kid. Don't use such low-intelligence remarks to catch my attention!"
He started to speak out his righteousness, refusing:
"I'm not interested in you like that. Compared to him," Dalitt turned to point at Ando, "you expose all the defects of the human body!"
"Don't delude yourself into thinking you can get my attention in exchange for the chance to survive!"
"Guards! Drag this arrogant young man down!"
At this moment, Anda couldn't stand by anymore and shouted urgently:
"Wait, that... that's my son."
Dalitt was stunned for an instant, his hands crossed in front of his body, the smile on his face full of meaning, with too many emotions mixed in his voice:
"Oh~"
"I understand, I understand. Your Rome calls this relationship between father and son to avoid the world's gaze."
"Fine then, spare his life. I myself am not a pro-war faction, and I still prefer to listen to the will of the gods and contemplate life."
Aaron, however, sensed a bit of something sinister in Dalitt's tone.
This old guy, knowing their father-son relationship, seemed even more excited! Even the prayer position of rigorous training was necessary to restrain the body's tremors.
Damn it, why is my observation so sharp?
"All right, I don't really believe that Roman spies would be so childish and unprepared. What is your name?"
Dalitt looked at Aaron.
"Aaron Will, what are you going to do?"
Dalitt covered his mouth and chuckled: "Nothing much, I'll buy your father. Then both of you will be my personal guards. Another priest will arrive the day after tomorrow, Crocodile-Esther, a volatile fellow always thinking about war and loot."
"I have to take care of the procedural issues before he arrives, so you won't fall into his hands."
"Oh, damn it, I can't accompany you for a few days. I need to concentrate on preparing the ceremony so that I won't fall behind in Esther's eyes. He, after all, is one of the priests of Sehmet. Every time we meet, he always challenges my servants to duel."
"I wouldn't want my real servants to get injured."
"If you can survive, it will be thanks to the blessings of the gods. If you die, it will be a worthy death. At least your father won't have to face death."
Well, it seems that the potential target has been found.
Dalitt watched Andat with longing and affection, his hands lifting and lowering, reluctant to touch his body.
Aaron couldn't help but feel sickened, that gaze was too terrible.
"That—wait a minute!"
Dalitt's eyes were cold and stern:
"Hm, are you going to refuse this only chance of survival?"
Anda looked up as well, his eyes filled with emotion. Good son!
"No, first give me the money. The currency that is widely used in Egypt, no need to exchange repeatedly."
Anda clenched his fists, damn son!
