Chapter 13 Chapter Eleven

Shane gave himself up entirely to his nail beauticians, first-class experts trained by the royal school.Seti's eldest son is obsessed with appearance, and as a public figure and crown prince of a wealthy and powerful country, he is always refreshing.Isn't it a characteristic of civilization to be particular about it?One of the most important principles is to pay attention to hygiene, fitness and body shaping.He cared a lot about the moment when someone took care of a statue and sprayed perfume on his body before the hairdresser arrived. The sound of wah wah wah disturbed the tranquility of the Memphis mansion, and Xie Na's eyes widened.

"What's going on? I can't—" Ramses broke into his luxurious bathing hall. "The truth, Shane. I need to know, now." The person being questioned dismissed the manicurist first. "Calm down, dear brother, what's the truth?" "You hired someone to murder me!" "What are you guessing about? Thoughts like that hurt my heart the worst." "Two accomplices...the first is dead, the whereabouts of the second are unknown." "Explain clearly? I beg you, have you forgotten that I am your brother?" "If you were the culprit, I would know."

"The culprit...do you know what word you're using now?" "During that desert safari you invited me to, someone tried to kill me." Shane grabs Ramses by the shoulders. "We are very different from each other, I admit, we don't appreciate each other at all, but why do we have to keep fighting, it is better to admit the facts and accept our fate, everything that is destined. I want you to go, it is true Yes, because I think your personality is incompatible with the demands of the palace. But I don't want to hurt you at all, and I hate violence. Believe me, please, I am not your enemy."

"Then, help me investigate and find out the carriage that led me into the trap." "You can count on me." Yameni took care of his writing utensils with a kind of fastidious care. He rinsed the paint tray with water, the brush was washed not once but twice, and the writing board had to be scraped until a completely smooth surface appeared. When he is not satisfied, he will replace it immediately.Although his position as secretary of the royal scribe brought him some convenience, he was still sparing with papyrus and used lime fragments as scratch paper.On an old tortoise shell, he mixed some mineral pigments to obtain vermilion and deep black pigments.

When Ramses finally appeared, Yamenes cried out with joy. "I knew you were safe! Otherwise, I would have felt. And I wasted no time...you'd be proud of me." "what have you found?" "Our administrative system is very complicated, there are many departments, and those chiefs are not easy to mess with... But your name and title let me open those doors easily. Maybe they don't like you, but they are afraid of you." Ramses' curiosity was activated. "Be clear." "In our country, ink sticks are a major raw material. Without them, there would be no writing, and without writing, there would be no culture!"

"How did you become preachy?" "As I assumed, the management is very strict. There is no ink stick that is not inspected before leaving the factory. It is impossible to fish in troubled waters." "so……" "So, it involves illegal trading, corruption and fraud." "Is the heavy work making you dizzy?" Amene was angry like a child. "You don't take my words seriously!" "I was forced to kill a man, otherwise he would kill me." Ramesses narrated the story of his death, and Yamenes kept his head down. "You think I'm funny, and my ink sticks...God bless you! He never gave up on you."

"I hope he hears what you say." Mild night fell over miscanthus huts, by the canal, close by, with the chirping of toads.Ramses decided to wait for Iser all night, and if she didn't come, he never wanted to see her again.He recalled that scene again, the moment when he slammed the groom against the spikes of the desert date palm trunk to save his life.He did this without thinking at all, and a fiery emotion took possession of him, greatly increasing his strength.Did he come from a mystical world, and did he represent the power of Seth, the god who bears his father's name?

Until then, Ramses had believed that he was the sole master of his own life, capable of challenging gods and men who emerged from all battles.But he forgot the price he had to pay and the prying eyes of death in which he had been a tool in the war of the dead.He has no regrets, and he thinks that this tragedy may end his nightmare or build him a barrier to the unknown world. A stray dingo is barking and someone approaches. Can Ramses not be alert?As long as the killer is not found, he will never be at peace.Perhaps the killer had followed the prince, who might have been armed, and decided to surprise him in this desolate and remote place.

Ramses realized that the enemy had appeared, and he could know how far away he was without having to see that person.He could picture the man's every movement, hear his silent footsteps.As soon as the man approached the door of the hut, the prince jumped out suddenly, and knocked the man to the ground. "How rude, my prince." "Esther! Why are you acting like a thief?" "Did you forget our agreement? Be careful." She embraced her lover in her arms, her lust revealed. "Keep attacking me, please." "Have you made a choice?" "Isn't my appearance the answer?"

"Have you seen Shane?" "Why are you chattering?" She was only covered by a loose robe, under which she was completely naked.She calmly accepts the comforts of the man she is madly in love with, even forgetting about her plans to marry the future king of Egypt.Ramesses's beauty was not enough to explain her enthusiasm. The young prince possessed a power that he was not aware of, which fascinated her so much that she lost her mind.How will Ramses deal with this power?Would he be happy to destroy?Shane will be in charge, but how old and obnoxious the future king looks!Esther was so absorbed in love and youth that she couldn't sleep for a long time.

They were still hugging at dawn, and Ramesses stroked his mistress's hair with uncanny tenderness. "It is rumored that you killed a man while hunting." "He wanted to silence me." "What reason?" "revenge." "Does he know that you are the king's son?" "He didn't know it at first, but my coachman paid him a high price." Esther sat up. "Have you caught him yet?" "Not yet, I have reported the case to the security unit, and the investigation team is looking for him." "but if……" "There was an accomplice, but Shane denied it, and I think he seemed sincere." "Be careful, he's cunning and clever." "Are you sure about your choice?" She kissed him with the heat of a newborn sun. Amene's office was empty, and he hadn't even left a word to explain his whereabouts.Ramses was sure that his secretary must investigate the illegal ink stick trade. Yameni was persistent and eloquent, and could not bear this kind of imperfection. He would not stop punishing the criminal until he found out the truth.Despite his diminutive size, Yameni is capable of impressive maneuvers to achieve his goals. Ramses went to visit the head of the police unit. Although the police department has been doing all it can to arrest the murderer, this is still an unsolved case with no results at all. The nasty coachman has long since passed away. Spread out, it is still hard to expect a day when the truth will come to light.Although the superior officer promised to continue to strengthen the investigation, the prince still couldn't hide his displeasure. Ramses was so disappointed that he decided to investigate on his own.He went deep into the barracks of Memphis, where chariots and chariots were assembled, and soldiers were continually called for questioning.As royal clerk, the prince asked to meet his fellow official who counts valuable carriages, hoping to find out whether the escaped carriage had ever been borrowed by the agency.He described the car to the official in detail. The official referred him to a stablekeeper named Bakken. The specialist was examining a gray horse too thin to be in the bridle, and he was yelling at a coachman for his brutality.Bakken, in his mid-twenties, was a muscular man with a square, uninviting face, a short beard, two brass rings on his biceps, a deep, hoarse voice, and a string of stern words from his mouth. reprimanded. After the errant left, Bakken reassured the horse, which looked at him gratefully. The young man greeted the administrator. "I am Prince Ramses, and I would like to ask you something." "Go to the police." "Only you can help me." "That's weird." "I'm looking for a coachman." "I'm only in charge of horses and carriages." "That man is a fugitive." "not my business." "Do you want him to get away with it?" Buchan glared at Ramses. "You treat me as an accomplice? Whether it's a prince or not, you'd better go away!" "You don't want me to beg you, do you?" Bakken laughed out loud. "Are you still here?" "You know something, please tell me." "You have guts." A horse neighed, and Bakken nervously ran towards the dark chestnut-furred horse, which was kicking wildly as it tried to break free from its restraints. "Be quiet, my darling, be quiet." Bakken's voice seemed to calm the famous stallion, people could finally walk towards it, and Ramses admired its beauty. "What's its name?" "'God Amon edicts its bravery', it is my most beloved horse." It wasn't Buchan who was answering Ramses' words, but another voice, behind him, a voice that made his blood run cold. Ramses turned and saluted his father Seti.