Valthor's consciousness is lodged within his messenger, a exquisite demon soul-created hybrid of gilded mannequins.
The doll floats beneath the resplendent starry sky of the highest dream, facing the changed heaven.
At least here, it's not as revolting as the other three families. Valthor has already been contemplating how to manage his domain once it is fully upgraded.
He needs to take the position of a chess player, and he has to push down the person who is occupying the toilet without showing up for a while.
Valthor's voice is composed of countless encrypted bytes, of course, do not worry that gianqi can not understand: "our territory has overlapping parts, we are equally cunning."
"It is wisdom," Gianqi corrected, "You would be so repulsive as to sign expensive debts with demons, that's a coercive method, but my wisdom will guide them to the end."
Valthor's puppet shines: "I have no intention of arguing with you, and even if we cooperate, we cannot send a stronger demon. Even during the human era, the Dark King was so powerful that demons could not withstand him."
The invisible Gianqi catches a timeline from the resplendent starry sky:
"But there is a war, although the overall situation is settled, it is happening in the past."
Horus and the Emperor's disclosure of the Vengeful Soul began, this war became part of the Emperor's time.
"We only need to guide Horus to strike the Emperor, and we can heavily injure him."
"Look here, right now, there's a Horus right here. And you too are questioning whether you're worthy to stand alongside us. You didn't get to participate in the plan against Horus before. Now, you join us as well, becoming the ancient one, number five. Oh, or should I say six? After all, sometimes we even consider Him as one of us."
Gianqi's voice almost completely convinced Valthor. The biggest layout of Egypt that He made was Nicholas II, the Pharaoh, "Living Horus."
And Valthor couldn't participate in Horus's corruption before, now he also had the opportunity to intervene.
This is exactly the manifestation that shows Valthor's future promotion.
Valthor's puppet was satisfied with the answer, accompanied by the pitiful screams of the demon, the explosion dispersed.
He will not leave any trace in the hands of Gianqi.
And the Lord of Change has finally changed from a lying to a sitting position, his arms, if one could call them that, entwined together with those of Gianqi.
"It's really fascinating. An unchanging toilet, some big rocks or even gunpowder has to be thrown in. Otherwise, the person sitting on the toilet will definitely be disgusted and jump up."
He does not hesitate to be metaphorically vile and contemptible. He knows all the wisdom in the world!
As for whether he really needed to help Valthor skip the queue, Gianqi pondered seriously.
Then forget it. He just likes his body, and the parts of those poisonous techniques that overlap with himself.
600 BC, Euno, the City of the Sun.
Early the next morning, Aaron got up to cook, a salad of local vegetables and fruits, and his own freshly squeezed juice.
There's no need to eat so savory in the morning, mainly because Aaron wants to see if his dad's mouth will be less smelly when he eats vegetarian.
Finally, after a peaceful breakfast, he was ready to head out.
The fifth son bit his bridle and approached Andra, he has recently had too many good days, that walking out has become a way to relax himself.
Andra casually tugged the rein and tossed it to Aaron:
"We need to conduct dangerous intelligence work. You take the fifth son, cough cough, you even gave it a title. The name you gave it, you take care of it yourself."
Aaron took the rein, sighing: "All you have to do is open your eyes and look, as your eyes shine with gold, you know everything. Why do you need to probe intelligence?"
Andra didn't explain, but instead left with Malrum, as if they were engaged in a strange role-playing game.
Or just the father's playful heart.
Aaron patted the neck of the fifth son and led him out, heading in another direction, towards the location of Euno's chariot arena.
Humans always have a desire for competition.
From throwing things far and running fast, people always compete with something.
As the only faster tool that humans have mastered so far, chariots naturally become a form of competition.
At least no one would bring a donkey cart or a bullock cart to compete for speed.
Because the injury rate is much higher than running sports, and it's also an excellent opportunity for people during peaceful times to witness battlefield scenes.
Chariot racing is almost a must-have for every big city.
This is very popular in the regions of Macedonia, Rome, and Egypt.
In this regard, even Egypt, which is about to stop the invasion of Greek mythology, will gladly accept it because it can also represent their Horus, which is a sport dedicated to the highest god.
There's also a reason for charging tickets.
After all, not everyone enjoys watching drama performances, but certainly more people would like to watch chariot races.
Aaron leads the fifth son, walking through the densely populated streets. There are many people with similar skin color around him, which would not attract attention.
After all, the northern caravans will not miss Euno this big city, and it's inevitable that spies or even small troops will mix in.
The Pharaoh naturally wants to control this trade route, even at the expense of starting a war.
Aaron looked with interest at the street vendors and markets, feeling quite happy in his heart. For the first time in his life, he was facing such a life scene by himself.
Euno is much more prosperous than Thebes.
A man wearing a hat struggled to push his way closer to Aaron, who showed a vigilant expression. It was the first time he had encountered a businessman who approached him proactively since wearing a hat.
This indirectly led to him selling his father.
This time there is definitely no good news.
"Jodvin of Sais, I belong to a caravan personally signed by Pharaoh Horus. Please do not worry."
Jodvin took off his hat and bowed, finally managing to squeeze himself close to Aaron.
"Phew, phew——there are so many people today, I'm sorry, I'm here to invite you to a race."
"There's a single-horse chariot race today, just for warming up, but we're short on participants. No one likes to watch the opening performance; everyone's waiting for the four-horse chariots to come out. But someone has set up a betting line, and I've placed a bet. If we can't get enough racers, I'll lose out. I'll split twenty deben of copper with you no matter the finish, how about it?"
Later, Jodvin's gaze finally shifted to the old donkey with soft fur and lively spirit that Aaron was holding in his hand.
As if seeing a terrifying scene, his eyes bulged and he stammered:
"Hold on, wait, this, this is a donkey! Above Horus, this is still a donkey! How can it be a donkey!"
Aaron thinks these merchants must be all idiots, opening his mouth and saying:
"What is this if it's not a donkey?"
Jodvin's odd behavior caused the people around him to instinctively move aside, giving this raging merchant some space to act out.
Jodvin bit his hat, his eyes staring so ferociously that it seemed he would tear it apart.
"You, why are you taking such good care of a donkey! From a distance, it looks like a majestic young horse waiting for the high-level competitive race to hone its skills."
"And it turns out to be a donkey!"
The fifth son extended his tongue and flicked it at Jodvin's hat, making a gurgling sound to express his dissatisfaction.
Disrespectful! Another human who dares to show disrespect!
