On the other side, the city of Aswan.
The Nile River flows slowly, and the water reflects the shadows of the buildings on both sides.
Although this city is not as majestic as Cairo, it has its own unique features.
It is the gateway to the southern kingdoms, and in ancient times, it was also a symbolic boundary connecting the human world and the underworld.
Fishermen in Aswan have already started fishing on the Nile River.
They took a simple reed boat and cast their first net of the day.
Fishing is an ancient tradition in Aswan, where people have lived in harmony with nature in these waters for thousands of years.
The sound of fishing nets breaking in the water, the chirping of birds, and the faint hustle and bustle of the market in the distance are part of daily life in Aswan.
As the sun rises, the market gradually becomes lively.
Vendors set up stalls selling fresh fruit, spices and handmade products.
The air is filled with the sweet aroma of dates, pomegranates, and a unique blend of spices, and the sounds of bargaining can be heard one after another.
Of course, more importantly, there are people's friendly laughter and greetings.
On the other side of the city, the sounds of hammers and saws in the artisan district announced the new day.
Carpenters, blacksmiths and potters began their creations.
A blacksmith placed red-hot metal into cold water, making a harsh hissing sound, and several weavers sat outdoors, weaving tapestries.
Near noon, the streets were deserted and only food vendors were still working.
"Look, look!"
"Free, freshly baked bread made from fresh wheat!"
Then, he started talking to himself.
“The food in Cairo is just different.”
"In the past, this was flour that only the nobility could use, but now, we can actually buy it at a normal price."
In the afternoon, the town square became bustling again.
Several elders sat under the shade of a tree, discussing the affairs of the city.
On this ordinary day, the lives of the city's residents were completely changed by an unexpected news.
The Holy Pharaoh is about to arrive in Aswan.
The news originally came from sentries stationed outside the city.
They hurried back on camels to inform the city lord that a special team was heading towards Aswan.
It is the fleet of Holy Egypt, and there is a special person on one of the ships.
"City Lord, it's His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"It's His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh. The Holy Egyptian fleet is approaching Aswan!"
After receiving the news, the city lord immediately ordered the entire city to be on alert and organized a grand reception ceremony.
Soldiers lined up neatly and stood guard along the main streets, and people flocked to both sides of the main road, hoping to catch a glimpse of the face of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh.
“Why did the Holy Pharaoh come to Aswan?”
"Could it be that the flood season is approaching, and you've come to Aswan specifically for an inspection?"
"Or are they here to inspect border defenses? But the southern countries have been very peaceful lately, and there haven't been any unusual incidents."
There are endless speculations, but no one can give a definite answer.
The Holy Pharaoh's travels have always been mysterious, and no one knows his true purpose.
After all, the city of Matruh is a typical example. Last time, the Holy Pharaoh also suddenly appeared in Matruh.
"Lord City Lord, why did His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh come here?"
"You wouldn't, wouldn't you?"
A soldier asked, and it was obvious that in his opinion, the lord of Matruh might have done something like "embezzling money".
Of course, but this did not happen in Aswan, and food distribution was carried out in accordance with regulations.
"All food is distributed and used according to regulations!"
"My conscience is clear, so please don't make random guesses and spread rumors!"
"Otherwise, I'll have you thrown into jail!"
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of drums and trumpets finally came from the distance.
The crowd immediately quieted down and looked towards the end of the road with bated breath.
In the distance, the Holy Egyptian fleet slowly stopped.
Then came the guards of Holy Egypt, and the gods of the desert and the Nile.
Of course, standing in the front is His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh! It's Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
People cheered in unison, and the sound swept across the street like a wave.
The city lord led the officials to kneel down and worship.
"Welcome His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh to Aswan!"
Lin Ke nodded slightly: "No need for formalities, I came here this time because I have something to explain in person."
"I need to meet immediately with several of the most experienced craftsmen in the city."
The city lord immediately arranged for people to look for relevant professionals. Soon after, several elderly men with gray hair and beards came to the square and saluted the Holy Pharaoh.
"No need to be polite."
"I need you to repair the temple in Aswan immediately."
The craftsmen looked at each other, and one of them replied, "Saint Pharaoh, are you talking about the temple on Philae?"
Lin Ke nodded: "Exactly."
"I want to know if this temple can be repaired? And how long will it take you?"
The old craftsmen exchanged a few worried glances, and the oldest one stepped forward and answered cautiously.
"Reporting to His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, theoretically it can be repaired, but the actual workload is enormous. Preliminary estimates suggest it will take at least six months to a year."
Another craftsman added: "As for the cost, it takes into account the need to transport high-quality stone from distant quarries and hire skilled craftsmen."
"As for rebuilding the missing parts, a conservative estimate is that it will cost hundreds of deben gold coins, not including decorations and ritual items."
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