"Letters on the clay tablet?"

    Kiriman thought of the box in his room, which he always used as a pillow and found comfort in sleeping with it.

    As for the news of the imperial throne, mentioned by my eldest brother.

    Just listen to the joke. My father fourty thousand years ago was a bastard in human cognition rituals at least he was a person.

    Everyone has times when they talk nonsense or are loose-tongued.

    The skeleton and deity currently sitting high on the golden throne cannot escape their destiny.

    Kiriman rubbed his face, regaining his composure, often still the child of his adoptive parents on Macrae, following their arrangements.

    Now, he is the regent of the empire, the interdimensional journey has come to an end, and it is time to face the enemies behind the "victories" continually relayed in the dispatches.

    Those damned, bugs!

    Forty thousand years ago, Ancient Egypt, Helionopis. Also known as Eunu.

    It was the capital of the previous Egyptian dynasty.

    The North Eunu became the last bastion against Greek culture erosion, renamed after the Athenian-style name of the sun god, Helionopis.

    To avoid all of Egypt's gods being corresponded with Greek mythology, and to prevent the pharaoh's rule as the human Horus, the representative of divinity, from being maliciously misconstrued, Pharaoh Nic II established the capital further south in Saïs.

    Could this be considered the earliest measure taken by ancient civilizations to avoid the victory of foreign religions and cultures?

    Anyway, it's the same even two thousand years later.

    As the Egyptian elite prepared to ignite war, more and more people began to refer to the ancient name of Eunu.

    At least Aaron thinks it's good that each has its own characteristics, otherwise he would have to keep repeating those long names.

    The day before, after waking up, he found that they had arrived in Eunu. The city already had a lot of Athenian style, with walls that were quite tall for the moment and temples built with Doric columns.

    These are the oldest and simplest pillars, and it is said that some people in Asia Minor are studying ways to add more designs or change the style of these pillars to show their elegance.

    Even the Romans are considering building semicircular domes.

    Anyway, when there is no war, these architectural artists still prefer to create some wonders of grandeur and strength.

    Aaron's last memory of these pieces of knowledge was the impression of a building artist trying, just before his mother left, to secretly sketch his father's sleeping posture with his painter friend, planning to use this as a form for human pillars.

    To renovate the temple of the priestess mother using this image.

    Then they were beaten over by both mother and father.

    Mother probably disliked the fact that she could look up and see that old thing, while father was likely because he didn't want his sleeping posture to be seen by the world.

    Aaron walked the god, this time's experience of double dream made his thoughts still in multiple worlds, he had to concentrate to recover.

    So much so that the fish in the pot can still swim and bubble to this day. Damn, why was it thrown in without removing the scales and letting it bleed?

    He fumbled and grabbed the fish out, watching the poor little fish wriggle and squirm in his hands.

    Still, it was Marum who gently twisted off the fish head. He had seen some detestable fish mutants and heard from his elders about the heroic exploits of chopping fish for years on end on some alien planets.

    "Aaron, what are you hiding in there for! Let Marum deal with the fish, come quick and start the fire. This time we got some new ones; those market stall women won't even take my money. Haha, no more eating wild herbs and greens now."

    Andada is calling out to his son in the courtyard. He hasn't been taken care of these days, and his beard has grown another layer. In a few more days, he'll have to return to that disheveled appearance.

    Marum took over the chores by the hearth, whispering to Aaron before he left:

    "It was Master who threw a live fish in there when you weren't looking; don't doubt if you've lost some memories."

    Aaron suddenly concentrated his thoughts, angry and flustered as he rolled up his sleeves and ran outside.

    Outside, his father was setting up a barbecue rack, and using the craft of mixing mud, he made a stove shape.

    Aaron brought some wood and looked at this contraption:

    "Father, what is this? I thought you only made mud, smoothing, and carving. I didn't expect you to make a stove."

    "I only learned how to make mud boards from you, and you didn't teach me any other crafts."

    Andada patted the surface of the mud, smiling:

    "The only thing I taught you was these skills. At that time, I actually just wanted to see if you would squirt urine and play with the mud. But you never did it like that, and I had no interest in teaching you anything else."

    Aaron's face turned black, just as he was about to refute, he heard his father continue to say:

    "You were about four years old then. I bet with Elara that you wouldn't play in the mud, and obviously, I lost."

    "Then I had to make her a bracelet myself, actually it was a gold-plated iron one, but that woman wouldn't be able to tell, hehe."

    Aaron has no emotional fluctuations about the description of his parents' love.

    He just let out a breath of relief, good thing his mother wasn't an idiot and had taught him well as a child.

    "After it dries up a bit, we can start a fire. The rental house we're in is very close to the Eunu temple. In a few days, there will be a feast of Osiris, the god of wine. It's essentially pushing society to go mad and mobilizing the army."

    Andada talks about some strange truths, sometimes completely unrelated to his unreliable appearance.

    Aaron lit the fire, curious:

    "Father, can the feast of Osiris also push the war's pace? Why is the Athenian feast of Osiris all about having fun?"

    "As long as people here don't step on the fruit flesh with their feet."

    Andada continued to work in his hands, installing the frame outside the stove, rarely showing paternal affection towards his son and answering Aaron's doubts:

    "People are driven by desires and emotions, which is not necessarily bad; it just needs guidance. If a prosperous and peaceful region faces war, then you need to stir up the people's emotions. It's best to hold some bloody sacrificial ceremonies, duels, and so on."

    "Under intentional guidance, people will tend to obey orders and vent their emotions. Even though reason tells them that Egypt will face a coalition of Philip of Macedonia, Rome, and even the old enemy Persia."

    Aaron yawned and said, "I think it's best to lazily lie at home and do nothing. So you're going to the feast of Osiris? The Egyptian god of wine is different from the one in the north; they're not as wild."

    Andada laughed heartily, "Who even knows the difference between Dionysus and Osiris's variant, Iseris, anymore? The important thing is alcohol, my child; that's the key. It's always matter that determines the spirit and soul."

    Marum, who was cleaning fish in the kitchen, raised his head, seemingly originating from "The Truth of the Empire"?

    How many critical time points has he already recorded?

    Macedonia, Temple of the Sun God.

    Elara sneezed and looked at the weather, it wasn't even autumn yet. She looked at the bracelet on her arm, knowing it was fake, but she didn't care.

    As long as the bracelet represents that she has once won against Andada.

    However, because of this bracelet, it brought forth a sense of sentimentality.

    She remembered the time when she let her son go a whole day without drinking water. Children are resilient, it wasn't a big deal.