"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has left."
On the other side, the city lord arrived at the residence of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh early in the morning.
In other words, it was an area prepared by the city lord for the Holy Pharaoh, and it was the most beautiful fortress in the entire Aswan.
Of course, today's Aswang is also affected by the power of the civilization panel, or it can be said that the entire Holy Egypt has been affected by the civilization panel.
Therefore, all the cities of Holy Egypt now have a medieval style.
There are also many fortresses and beautiful cobblestone roads here. In the eyes of the lord of Aswan, this most magnificent and huge fortress in the city can naturally be used for His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh to rest for a night.
But what he didn't expect was that when he arrived here early in the morning, he heard the news that His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh had left.
"What......"
"You're kidding, right? But His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh clearly told me to report our plans and procedures to him as soon as possible..."
The lord of Aswan looked at the guards at the door and was confused for a moment.
The Holy Pharaoh clearly told him that he wanted to see the plan early the next morning.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has left. He instructed me to have you prepare as soon as possible if I see you."
"As for the manpower and materials, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has already personally arranged them."
When the mayor of Aswang heard this, he just nodded blankly.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh actually... personally took care of this matter?"
"Do you know why His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh came to Aswan in person to supervise this?"
"For such trivial matters, just inform us and we will make preparations in advance."
"Isn't this too much strain on His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh's body?"
In the eyes of the Lord of Aswan, there was no need for the Holy Pharaoh to come to Aswan in person.
Of course, the lord of Aswan does not know now that two supreme gods have been awakened in Holy Egypt.
As soon as the temple is built, they will be able to return to the Holy Egypt.
Only then can their divine power be restored to its peak and they can then obey the call of the Holy Pharaoh.
After hearing the words of the Lord of Aswang, the guards just continued to reply indifferently.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has his own considerations."
"This matter is of great importance. Lord Aswang, please take action immediately."
As soon as the guard finished speaking, the lord of Aswang swallowed hard.
At this time he also understood that there must be some hidden secrets that he was unaware of.
But that is no longer something that people at his level can understand and access.
"Yes, I understand!"
"If His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh returns, please let me know that you came to visit and report!"
The guard nodded, and the mayor of Aswan took two steps at a time and immediately summoned several key construction managers.
"Hurry! We must hurry!"
"Mobilize everyone in the city and surrounding areas to help. Everyone who helps will receive sufficient food and ten copper coins!"
Soon, many people began to gather on the banks of the Nile, helping to move things.
However, the lord of Aswan soon discovered that the brief rainstorm last night had caused the river water to rise by nearly half a foot, and the small boat was forced to anchor in the shallows more than a hundred steps from the shore.
The muddy path between the unloading point and the dock has become a difficulty in the transportation work.
"Sir, the sandstone slab is sliding down again!"
There were shouts from the shore, accompanied by a panicked commotion.
The lord of Aswan sighed, lifted the hem of his robe and walked quickly to the shore.
Six craftsmen were seen lying in a heap, covered in mud. A smoothly polished limestone slab lay askew in the mud, with a chip on one corner.
"This rock is too heavy. Even eight people can't lift it!"
The older craftsman supported his waist and stood up, then continued speaking.
"This isn't even the biggest one. Each of those foundation stones under the cabin is probably several times bigger than this one."
"Even heavier!"
The mayor of Aswan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Then send more people."
But when the craftsman heard this, he just raised his voice.
"Lord City Lord, where do we have any extra manpower? Most of the people we can muster in the city have already arrived!"
"If we need to gather more people, we must send requests to other surrounding cities and villages!"
The situation on the riverbank was in chaos.
More than twenty small boats formed a long line, each of which was filled with various materials, including blue-gray granite column segments, milky white marble slabs, bundles of wooden beams, and countless tool boxes and sacks.
The craftsmen lined up in long queues, traveling back and forth between the boat and the shore, with thick ropes or shoulder poles on their shoulders, and moving forward with hunched backs.
Obviously, this project was far more difficult than the mayor of Aswan had imagined.
Simply transporting the materials to Philae Island is already a very difficult task.
The materials are heavy, the ships are few, and the manpower is slightly insufficient.
The city lord squatted down, picked up a piece of polished stone fragment, and weighed it in his hand.
Then he frowned.
"Why do you have to use such heavy stone?"
A stonemason squatted aside and explained.
"This has been restored according to ancient methods, Lord City Lord. Look at the texture and quality of this stone. Only a specific vein in the upstream quarry can produce this kind of stone."
He took out an old blueprint from his pocket and unfolded it carefully.
"You see, the temple's exterior walls need to be made of this alabaster, the inner hall floor must be made of this marble, and even the stone troughs for the gutters have a specific material."
"These are based on previous standards. If they are to be renovated, they cannot be changed."
The city lord stared at the densely packed markings on the blueprint and felt a headache.
After all, not to mention transportation, just moving those huge rocks to the shore is already a very difficult task.
"But now we can't even get these stones ashore, how can we even talk about building?"
As the mayor of Aswan was speaking, there was another noise in the river.
A small boat loaded with stones ran aground on the shallows because it was too heavy.
"Get off the boat! Get off the boat! Quick!"
“Push harder!”
"No, I can't move it!"
The boatman stood shirtless in waist-deep water, pushing the boat hard.
"Sand has entered the bottom of the boat, and the bottom of the boat is too heavy!"
"No, it's too heavy, there's no way I can get it out!"
When the mayor of Aswan heard this, he walked quickly along the river bank to the scene of the incident.
The boat was indeed unable to move, with its stern sticking out of the water and its bow sunk deep into the sand and mud.
A dozen craftsmen stood in waist-deep river water, using wooden bars to pry and ropes to pull, but the ropes only creaked and the hull remained motionless.
Moreover, after just a short while, these dozen men began to breathe heavily.
Obviously, this was just a waste of their energy.
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