Kamul immediately hurried to the farm and looked at the farmland that was mostly burned.
I saw that the land that was charred yesterday has been completely renewed.
The ridges of the fields are arranged neatly, and clear water flows slowly in the canals. Everything looks just as it did when the holy pharaoh first built it.
He even saw that the ground had been reseeded.
Standing at the edge of the field, Kamul's legs couldn't help but feel slightly weak.
"How is this possible?!"
Nan Tong saw Kamul standing beside the farmland in a daze, so he walked up to him slowly and said gently, "Lord Kamul, you should understand that the Holy Pharaoh had already anticipated all this."
"Repairing the farm is an extremely difficult task, but for Saint Pharaoh, it's just a snap of a finger."
Kamul turned around, looking a little surprised: "Master Nantong, what do you mean?"
"The reason why His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh did not specifically instruct you to handle this matter is because he has already made arrangements. What you need to do now is to focus your energy on city defense construction to avoid similar hidden dangers from occurring again."
Having said that, Nan Tong paused, and a hint of awe appeared in his eyes.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh once granted some people divine power. You were not in the city at that time, so you did not see the scene where the shining golden figure simply raised his hammer and smashed the ground, thus cutting down a forest."
"That is a power that even the gods admire. His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh possesses exactly this kind of power."
Nan Tong's words were like a gentle breeze, but every word penetrated into Kamul's heart.
He suddenly came to his senses and whispered to himself: "It was the Holy Pharaoh who silently took on the responsibility that I should have borne, but I kept blaming myself and asking for forgiveness..."
When Kamul heard Nan Tong's words, his eyes reddened slightly.
He knelt on the ground, with his hands on his chest: "I am incompetent, but I have been forgiven by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh. Now that I see the miracle happen again, I will spend the rest of my life serving His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh's great cause. I will sacrifice everything for the glory of Holy Egypt and offer my loyalty and life!"
At the same time, in a temporary command post in Memphis.
The Hebrew leader had a solemn expression on his face as he stared at the messenger in front of him. His fists clenched involuntarily, with veins showing.
"The granary in the Egyptian capital was not set on fire. They failed." His voice was filled with obvious anger. "Is this our great magician? What a bunch of rubbish! They can't even burn a granary!"
He waved his hand, signaling his men to quickly prepare an urgent report.
"Send the situation here to the commander-in-chief immediately." He frowned and spoke fiercely, "Tell the commander-in-chief that I ask him to send reinforcements, the magic shield soldiers that we Hebrews are so proud of."
When he mentioned "Magic Shield Soldiers", his tone paused slightly.
That is a shield unit that can resist magic.
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