After receiving Kamul's instructions, the young man swallowed his saliva and entered the palace hall as if he had made some kind of decision.
After all, for someone like him, entering such a sacred place and praying is something he would never dare to do in his lifetime.
This is the sacred place where His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh resides!
He took several deep breaths and even felt a little dizzy from excessive oxygen intake.
His heart was pounding as if someone was hitting his chest with a sledgehammer.
The moment he stepped into the palace hall, his legs even began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
"Ah! Such a sacred place!"
"How can a lowly person like me enter such a great place?"
He murmured softly, and immediately shut his mouth when he saw the sturdy guard.
The smooth ground was so clean that it was mirror-clear and could even reflect his tense face.
When his eyes fell on the majestic figure on the throne, he immediately lowered his head so deeply that his forehead almost touched his knees.
He didn't dare look up.
That's the King of Holy Egypt!
It is the great Holy Pharaoh!
"Come forward, young man."
A voice came from above.
The young man only felt his throat tightening, and he took three cautious steps forward.
Then, according to the etiquette that Kamul had taught him in advance, he first prostrated himself on the ground and then slowly stood up.
Then, put your right knee on the ground, bend your left knee slightly, place your hands together on the raised left knee, and slowly bend over.
"Keep your head up, young man."
Even Lin Ke leaned forward slightly.
He was very curious about the young man: "Have we met before?"
The young man slowly raised his head, but did not dare to look Pharaoh in the eye.
He fixed his eyes only on the carvings on the throne's armrests.
If not, he wouldn't even be able to utter a word.
"Great...great, supreme king of Egypt, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
His voice was a little trembling, even as unclear as a mosquito.
It was not until he said "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh" that his voice became clear.
Of course, although Kamul gave the young man a warning look, Lin Ke didn't care about these formalities.
"You...you probably don't remember."
"When you returned to the capital, I...I once...had..."
Kamul coughed lightly, reminding him not to be afraid and to seize this opportunity.
The young man seemed to have suddenly regained his soul. He took a deep breath and forced himself to finish his words.
"At that time! I was carrying an old man and standing on the east side of the city gate, fifty meters away, in the third row of the crowd!"
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh once... waved his hand a few more times in our direction!"
Lin Ke rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Oh?"
He certainly didn't remember the details of the wave.
But he remembered that among the cheering crowd, there were indeed a few young people with white-haired, hunchbacked old men sitting on their shoulders.
This was completely different from the behavior of other people, so Lin Ke was somewhat impressed.
This aroused Lin Ke's interest.
"Tell me, young man."
"Why would you do that?"
"Or is that your family?"
The young man swallowed, his eyes became more determined, and he was obviously not as scared as before.
Because of his memories, what he is thinking about now is how to express clearly what happened that day one by one.
"Reporting to His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, before dawn that day, my four companions and I had already occupied a good position."
"When the sun rose, several old men came."
His voice gradually became steady and he began to describe in detail what had happened that morning.
He narrated how they rushed to the main road as soon as possible and how they marked the location with the dry food and water bottles they carried with them.
They also brought blankets to prevent the temperature from dropping and causing them to lose their ability to hold on and fail.
After daybreak, several trembling old men asked to give up their seats, which they initially refused until a patrolling soldier was called in to mediate.
"What did the soldier say?" Lin Ke just thought that these guys who wanted to see him were very interesting, so he continued to ask.
"He said..." Remheb suddenly straightened his back and imitated the soldier's tone at that time.
"'Logically, the seat is yours, but emotionally, you should give it to the elderly.'"
Then the young man changed his voice back to normal: "So, after discussion, we feel that His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh will have many more triumphs, but these old men..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and his face turned pale instantly when he realized that he almost said something unlucky.
"Go on." Lin Ke's voice was unexpectedly gentle, because he felt that the young man's attitude was sincere, and he even said that he had many more triumphs.
It was simply a secret compliment to Lin Ke!
"Yes! Yes!" Remheb kowtowed quickly and continued.
"We decided to give up our spot, but the crowd was too crowded and it was quickly taken by someone else."
"The soldiers were busy at the time, and we didn't want to bother them any more."
“So, we just let them sit on our shoulders.”
At this point, he added sheepishly: "In fact, at first it was just me who wanted to do this, but then I saw the envious eyes of other elderly people, so my friends carried them all."
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