"Am I sounding pretty pedantic?"
Anda realized he had rambled on too much.
Marum was taken aback, "No, sir, this is quite good. Sometimes, I suspect that being sent here might be a burden to you."
Anda laughed heartily:
"And I wonder why you, these extreme warriors, always worry about causing trouble? You should learn from those Space Wolves, they don't like to wear helmets. Just like the big pup, always with nothing in their mind, free as a bird."
Marum lowered his head and listened attentively to the Emperor's teachings, following close behind the King.
He whispered a reminder: "Sir, we didn't bring any money when we left. It's all at home."
Anda confidently said, "Money? In your era, life was my currency. To me now, what is money!"
About half an hour later, Marum was holding the items he had bought.
The pillow and the shield were free, the emperor has paid with his face.
Only the papyrus and quills sold by the Hebrew merchants could barely be discounted even with the emperor's face.
Helpless, the emperor could only turn his head and find a rich girl passing by to use his face. It took several minutes for him to come back.
It is said that one of these people's descendants was named Judah.
"As they walked out of the market, the emperor's face looked a bit uneasy. He muttered to himself: "It's not worth it."
"More than six hundred years ago, I should not have divided the sea for them."
Marum suggested, "You could directly alter their wills."
Anda stared at him with wide eyes, shaking his head quickly.
"That won't do, it took me a considerable amount of time to accept my passive abilities. Unless it's to avoid massive spiritual pollution, I won't actively go into the minds of mortals. That's a two-way process for me, and I don't want to study why they are so obsessed with money."
For someone who has never spent money, this thing indeed holds no meaning.
"Alright, we've walked around the entire market. Have you found the source of your intuitive sense?"
Marum whispered, "Sir, that feeling is a bit mysterious, I can't explain it very well. Often we call it your intuitive guidance in the shadows, but you obviously avoid these topics."
"Please forgive me, sir. That was a hairbreadth moment, and now the evil has slipped away."
Anda laughed loudly, "Hahaha, that's right, no danger then? When are you going to change your speaking tone?"
He took two bananas from the fruit stand and ate them while walking. The Astates group was puzzled by his lack of romance and intended to give Marum some of the bananas as well.
This stuff has been around in Egypt for over four thousand years, and thankfully it hasn't been developed into any strange uses.
They circled the whole Temple of the Sun several times, but they didn't find anything abnormal.
With so many people coming and going, Anda always had a carefree attitude. Perhaps he would just stay home and wait for trouble to find him, right?
As they were preparing to leave the market, they saw the Pharaoh's guard passing by.
The Pharaoh himself was in Sais, this was his guard on tour visiting different cities. The priests were responsible for their religious duties, while the guard ensured political stability.
Especially military and political power.
Now, driven by conspiracy, Egypt is about to ignite the next war, and the symbols of the Pharaoh himself are appearing with increasing frequency.
Some local artisans are being taken away, probably to build some kind of war machine. These technical talents would be in high demand in any age, and even more so after 40,000 years.
"Aaron, we're back. Today's your turn to be taken care of, so let's have some vegetarian food. We didn't buy much meat."
Anda pushed open the door with his knee, calling out loudly to his son, exuding an air of self-satisfaction on his face.
"Look, my son, I have prepared myself to lose some hair. Give this pillow to Kirillian, papyrus to Loja, and the Trojan Horse toy to Jochidai."
"While I am also curious, even though the Trojan Horse brought destruction to Troy, people still like to name these souvenirs with the name of Troy."
This father is trying to make himself more human, carrying out his plan.
"Ah, Marum, why is he crying so bitterly? Is it because he's not getting used to it?"
Marum looked at Aaron lying in front of the table and the fifth son, whose mouth had some yellow grass residue, and said warily:
"Sir, Aaron may have just completed a replacement."
At this moment, Aaron just got up from the chair, with a pitiful expression, took the things in Marum's arms:
"Now that we're here, let's have some food first, and talk while we eat."
He and Marum began cooking, and in no time, the three of them looked at each other, unsure of how to start a conversation.
Anda became a bit anxious, took the shield with the Horus Eye symbol, and didn't need to personally give the other three sons their gifts.
The gift for Aaron, however, had to be given in person, and it felt rather uncomfortable for him.
"That... that, Aaron, you've always been missing a shield. This is for you. Although it's like your wooden sword, a toy weapon, I bless this sword and this shield. Nothing can withstand the attack of this sword, nothing can break the defense of this shield."
Marum, adhering to the rigor of an extreme warrior, asked, "Sir, what would happen if this sword were to attack this shield?"
Anda's face turned dark: "Nothing would happen, it depends on the material strength and the strength of the user. I'm just going through the process, saying nice words. It's not like my mouth, what I say is what it is. So many people asking for blessings from gods, but none of them have succeeded."
Marum felt he had spoken out of turn and quickly changed the subject:
"Aaron, it seems you've met with General Jochidai again? I'm sorry, if there's drowsiness during the day, it's a sign of poor health."
Aaron's face was sullen, holding the Trojan Horse toy he had bought, swaying back and forth:
"Anda continued, "I mentioned earlier that the only time I dreamed of Jochidai, he was four years old but was taming a wild horse to prove he could take on the responsibilities of adulthood in his tribe."
"Today -" pointing to the fifth son, Aaron said, "I might have swapped the wild horse named White Scars with Jochidai. If that happened, the four-year-old Jochidai would ride on that donkey. I'm worried that if he was being ridiculed for it at that time, being only four years old, he would feel very uncomfortable in his heart."
"So I was thinking, is there any way to make up for it and apologize. It's obvious to me that this wooden horse won't be very effective."
He shook the toy in his hand.
Anda chuckled, "That's mine, you figure it out yourself."
He thought that taking care of children's mental health was so complicated. What kind of psychological pressure can a four-year-old child have?
Indeed, it's best to leave everything to Aaron.
"Oh, by the way, Marum!" Aaron's eyes brightened up: "You know a lot, can you tell me what kind of things does Jochidai like in your historical records?"
Marum thought carefully: "General Jochidai, whom we also call Khan, leads an army known as White Scars. I believe this is due to the existence of a powerful wild horse named White Scars."
"I'm sorry, Aaron, there are very few records of White Scars in the empire. They do not participate in frontal combat. I can only suggest that you try to make a powered motorcycle, a type of future riding vehicle. If it's faster than the wild horse, it should be able to comfort the young Khan's heart."
