“Don’t try your best, try your best.”
"You can do this because I won't let you fail."
Lin Ke said this, and then turned to the city lord.
"City Lord, I want you to immediately form a special team to coordinate all the work."
"I want to see the detailed construction plan tomorrow morning."
The city lord wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just met His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh and received a seemingly impossible task.
"As you command, Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, I just have a few questions. If we don't have enough resources, when we start our work..."
Lin Ke raised her hand again to interrupt him.
“I’m responsible for the resources.”
"I will send a batch of materials and craftsmen over in three days. By then, I hope to see that your preliminary preparations have been completed."
"Once the materials and craftsmen arrive, construction will officially begin."
“It has to be done within two weeks.”
Of course, there was a reason why Lin Ke made such a request.
Because after leaving Aswan, he would begin preparing to go to the World Conference.
Before leaving, Lin Ke reminded him again: "By the way, find a craftsman who is good at carving. I want him to be responsible for the main decoration of the temple."
Lin Ke had seen the temple there in the Parthian Realm, so he hoped that the temple he rebuilt would be no less impressive than what he saw in Parthia.
After the Holy Pharaoh left for Philae Island, the city of Aswan immediately became turbulent.
In the city hall, the mayor called an emergency meeting.
The room was packed with department heads, architects, and several senior craftsmen, all with serious expressions.
"Two weeks! His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh only gave us two weeks!"
The city lord paced back and forth in the room.
"Building a temple in two weeks! This is simply unbelievable!"
"Even if the Holy Pharaoh provided the materials and manpower, it would be impossible to complete!"
One minister sighed and said, "Let alone two weeks, it would be difficult to complete it even in two months."
"It will take more than a week just to clear the sand inside the temple."
"And what the Holy Pharaoh requested is restoration, not simple reconstruction, which means we must preserve the original structure as much as possible and repair it, not replace it."
“It will also add a lot of workload.”
Obviously, in their opinion, it was impossible to complete this task in two weeks.
It would take a week for hundreds of people to clean up the area around the temple and move stones.
Of course, unless they can mobilize more people and find a way to borrow specialized tools from other cities.
Another craftsman said worriedly, "The problem is, we don't even have the basic tools."
"It's probably too late to ask for help from other cities now."
There were more and more complaints in the room and the situation looked chaotic.
Obviously, everyone is more worried about what will happen to them if they fail to complete the task on time.
According to past traditions, anyone who failed to complete the task assigned by the Pharaoh would be killed.
"Okay, quiet down!"
The city lord knocked hard on the table.
"Complaining won't solve anything! Since His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has made such a request, there must be a deeper meaning behind it!"
"We must find a solution!"
At this time, a young architect spoke cautiously.
"What if, we clean up the outside of the temple first, repair the main structure, and then put the interior decoration and detail work on hold for now?"
"This will at least complete the repair on the surface."
The city lord's eyes widened: "Has the surface been repaired?"
"You want to deceive His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh?"
"Let me ask you, how many heads do you have left to chop off?"
The young architect hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant! City Lord!"
"I mean, we can prioritize the most important parts, and the rest..."
The chief craftsman flatly rejected the idea: "Absolutely not. Restoring the temple is a sacred undertaking. Every step is crucial and cannot be sloppy."
Then the conference room fell silent again.
The city lord rubbed his temples, trying to sort out his thoughts.
"How about this, we split into several groups."
"One group will be responsible for cleaning up the site; one group will develop a detailed restoration plan, one group will take inventory of existing resources, and another group will go to various villages and towns to recruit temporary workers."
"No matter what, we must act immediately and save as much time as possible."
Someone then raised a question: "But His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh did not specify what kind of materials and craftsmen would be sent."
"If we purchase it ourselves, will it conflict with the arrangements made by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh?"
The city lord shook his head: "Even if there is a conflict, there is no way. We have two weeks to fight to the death!"
"We absolutely cannot let His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh down. I hope everyone understands that this is a mission that involves risking our lives!"
The meeting continued until night fell.
The desk was piled high with various drawings, lists, and rough calculations.
The city lord and officials argued endlessly, sometimes engaging in heated debates and sometimes sighing.
At the same time, several of the city's best craftsmen were called together to draw a restoration plan of the temple overnight.
They referred to various historical materials and existing relics, trying to restore the original appearance of the temple.
On the outskirts of the city, excavation and clearing work has begun at the construction site.
Dozens of craftsmen, using the light of torches, cleared away debris and accumulated sand around the temple.
The city lord got up before dawn the next day.
He knew that he was facing an almost impossible task, but the will of the Holy Pharaoh could not be violated, so he had to do his best.
In the town square, a huge task assignment sheet was posted, detailing each person's responsibilities and deadlines.
The onlookers were talking about it. Some were worried, some were curious, and of course, some were eager to try it out.
"Build a temple in two weeks..."
"Why is the Holy Pharaoh so anxious?"
"The temple on Philae Island, wasn't it abandoned a long time ago? Why is it being repaired now?"
Various rumors began to spread in the city. Some said that this was a new strategy to defend against the barbarians in the south, while others said that this was a special favor from His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh to the city of Aswan.
At this time, another emergency meeting was being held in the City Lord's Mansion.
The city lord and officials are now ready.
"We must prove to the Holy Pharaoh that the people of Aswan are trustworthy. No matter what, we must complete this mission!"
There was a chorus of agreement in the room.
"That's right! Since His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is willing to come to Aswan in person, we must show our Aswan attitude!"
"Even if it means losing our heads, we will repair the temple!"
Although the task is difficult, no one questions it now.
All they know now is that the order of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is the purpose.
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