On the other side.
About 100 meters outside the gate of the Holy Egyptian residence.
Several figures stood there, completely still.
The figures cast long shadows in the moonlight, making them look like black statues embedded in the ground in the darkness.
"...What should we do?"
"Now, or tomorrow morning?"
"That's a problem..."
The one speaking was the chieftain of Mali.
After saying this, he raised his right hand and gently stroked his chin, while his thumb occasionally slid back and forth on his neat, short beard.
His chest rose slowly, then fell sharply.
"kindness......"
He frowned deeply, his lips pressed into a straight line, sometimes relaxing, sometimes tightening.
"Should we go?"
His breathing was erratic; sometimes he would take a deep breath, sometimes he would hold his breath and concentrate, like a chess player contemplating a winning strategy at a crucial moment.
Clearly, the Malian king was deep in thought.
He hasn't made a final decision yet.
"This is truly a dilemma..."
Musa raised his head, his dark face displaying an increasingly unpredictable expression.
Confusion and enlightenment flashed by alternately, doubt and certainty transformed into one another, and determination and hesitation took turns.
Musa took a step forward, raised his hand to adjust the gold ornaments on his collar, and then reached out to smooth the hair on his forehead.
His gaze moved from the gate of Holy Egypt to the wall on the left, then to the torch on the right, and finally settled on the high portico.
He lifted his foot several times, seemingly wanting to move forward, but immediately pulled it back.
Of course, the Malian warriors behind him saw all of the Malian king's actions.
They silently observed their king. At first, they simply waited quietly, but when they saw that their king was having difficulty taking a step, they exchanged glances.
Finally, one of the tallest warriors licked his lips, stepped forward, bowed, and slowly spoke.
“Your Majesty, it is already late.”
“We understand your desire to visit the Holy Pharaoh, but the Holy Pharaoh of Egypt is probably retired by now.”
Why don't you come visit again tomorrow?
This reminder acted like a key, unlocking the shackles of Musa's mind.
He suddenly looked up, took a deep breath, and his expression changed from solemn to relieved.
"yes."
"Tomorrow, if it's earlier tomorrow, there might still be time."
"But what if he gets up too late?"
"Does that mean I won't have time to see him anymore?"
Musa then let out a heavy sigh.
Now, even the warrior behind Musa who had just asked the question was somewhat puzzled.
“Your Majesty, you seem to have started breathing rapidly after you left the dock.”
Are you feeling unwell? Or...?
This warrior, who had followed Musa for decades, clearly sensed the strangeness in their king.
After all, in his memory, his clan king rarely reacted in this way.
"The last time you were like this was at last year's World Conference."
"Are you alright? If you feel there is anything amiss, please let me handle it immediately."
As the warrior spoke, he continued to bow deeply, while Musa, upon hearing this, looked at the residence of the Holy Pharaoh and took a deep breath.
"There's nothing wrong with it."
"Let's go. I need to meet with that Holy Pharaoh no matter what."
"Not to mention, he even paid a personal visit to Mali today..."
Musa paused to catch his breath, straightened his robe, and finally strode toward the gates of the Holy Egyptian residence.
Just then, the two Holy Egyptian guards on duty straightened up immediately when they saw someone approaching.
Their hands rested on their weapons as they warily watched the approaching group of strangers.
Who goes there?
The night was too dark, and the firelight could only illuminate a short distance.
The dark skin of the Malians made it difficult for the guards of Holy Egypt to see their faces.
Good evening, warriors of Holy Egypt.
Musa gave a kind smile, his voice as warm as a flame.
“I am the king of Mali. Today, I have received a visit from the Holy Pharaoh, but I have failed to properly entertain him. This is truly impolite.”
Upon hearing this, the guards of Holy Egypt relaxed their vigilance slightly.
Only after they saw each other's attire did one of them step forward and respond respectfully.
"It is a great honor for Holy Egypt that the King of Mali has come here in person."
"May I ask what brings Your Majesty here?"
Musa nodded easily, then gestured for his entourage not to approach.
"I simply wish to pay a visit to your country's Holy Pharaoh."
“We encountered some problems when we left home, which is why we were so late.”
"It is now late, and it seems unwise to disturb the Holy Pharaoh's rest."
"By the way, Warriors, are you settling in well here? Are there any problems?"
He casually inquired about Saint Egypt's life on Delos, showing great interest in the defense facilities of the base.
He even chatted and laughed with the guards of Holy Egypt, as if it were just a normal social activity.
The guards of Holy Egypt gradually lowered their guard and began to chat with this kind and amiable king.
After a relaxed conversation, Musa ended the dialogue at the appropriate time.
"It seems I've come at an inopportune time. I won't disturb Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh any longer."
Musa's voice sounded very regretful.
"Please tell Pharaoh that Musa of Mari has come to visit."
"By the way, if it's convenient for him, I'd be happy to have a long chat with him before the World Conference tomorrow."
"Haha, if possible, I'd love to try some of your Holy Egyptian 'food' again tomorrow morning, that would be wonderful!"
After saying this, he nodded in acknowledgment and turned to leave.
"No problem, we will certainly send someone to deliver it to you again! However, please wait a moment, Your Majesty!"
Just then, a guard from Holy Egypt called out to him.
When the king turned around, he could still see a hint of confusion on the face of the guard from Holy Egypt.
"I'm very sorry, but our Holy Pharaoh is not currently at the camp."
"Therefore, I will relay your words to His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh later. However, we do not yet know when His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh will return."
"I hope the clan king can understand."
By saying this, the Holy Egyptian Guard was telling the other party that he did not know when the Holy Pharaoh would return.
In other words, in his view, if the Holy Pharaoh returned too late, or did not return at all, he would have no way to convey the king's message.
Upon hearing this, Musa immediately stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, his eyebrows raised high: "Hmm? Your Holy Pharaoh isn't at his residence?"
"It's so late, why is he out?"
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