“…the holy pharaoh controls Egypt.”
"...whoever kills the Holy Pharaoh will reach the Holy Land."
in this way!
Such outrageous words!
Remheb grabbed the papyrus fragment in his hand with lightning speed.
Elder Jacob happened to turn around, and he saw Remheb's hand seemed to move.
But Elder Jacob did not ask any further questions.
"Sir! All the documents here were burned by the criminals!"
Remheb simply put the note into his sleeve calmly, then looked at Elder Jacob, his expression did not change at all: "Elder, what's going on with this fire?"
"Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?"
"But are there any documents left that were not burned?"
Jacob shook his head and said helplessly, "Alas, sir."
"As you can see, everything in this room is destroyed."
"I had someone search through it, but they could only find a few parchments that were burnt and blurred. There was really no way to save anything more."
He waved his hand to signal his attendant to hand over a few pieces of charred fragments. He frowned and sighed, then carefully presented them to Remheb: "Take a look."
Remheb took the pieces of parchment and spread them out in his hands to look at them carefully.
The surface of the scroll had been licked yellow by the flames, and the words on it had been twisted and deformed.
The words now looked like phantoms distorted by the heat, and it was impossible to make out the content.
Remheb frowned and handed the fragment back. "This is really strange. The writing room caught fire for no reason. There must be a reason. Elder, please make sure to find out the truth."
Although Remheb's words did not sound accusatory, they were serious.
After hearing this, Elder Jacob immediately looked embarrassed.
He clenched his fists nervously for a few times, then whispered, "Sir, you don't know, there are a lot of troubles in our city."
"Many people in this city used to work with the Hebrews."
"Once the Hebrews left, they lost their livelihood and became resentful, so they began to retaliate against us."
"This office is not the first place to be burned."
When Remheb heard this, he quickly leaned over to his ear and asked, "Are you saying there are other places that were burned?"
Elder Jacob nodded and sighed, "Yes, sir, to be honest, our city has been in chaos for quite some time, and it has only recently calmed down a little."
"Hey, let me take you to have a look."
He turned and led Remheb out of the office, through several streets and alleys, pointed to several dilapidated houses and said, "Look, this used to be a granary, and it was burned down by a fire."
"It used to be a market place, but now it is in ruins."
Finally, he stopped in front of a charred open space. There were still dark red bloodstains on the ground. There was even a faint fishy smell in the air.
The smell of death.
Then the elder Jacob continued, "This is the worst place. Many people are holding weapons and killing anyone they see."
"Even several of our soldiers were killed."
"Look, the blood left here has not been cleaned up yet."
Remheb looked at the bloodstain and frowned even deeper: "What's going on here?"
"Did the Egyptians who were close to the Hebrews do that, too?"
Jacob sighed, his tone heavy: “Who knows?”
"But I'm afraid it's pretty close."
"But most of the attacks here happen at night, sir, so you have to be careful here."
He paused, then solemnly reminded: "My lord, especially after dark, you should not go out easily."
"Even if there are soldiers protecting you, you still have to be careful."
“They don’t know where they’re going to pop up from.”
"But I have arranged soldiers to protect you near your residence, so as long as you don't go out, you will be safe."
Remheb nodded, his eyes lingering on the bloodstain for a long time.
Somehow, the bloodstains made him feel inexplicably nauseous.
But he didn't show it: "Thank you for the reminder, Elder. I will pay attention to it."
In the afternoon, Remheb walked into the streets with a few soldiers.
He planned to ask the civilians here about the past.
In other words, no one has recorded the true situation here.
He held a blank roll of papyrus in his hand, ready to record some useful information so that he could take it back with him when he returned to Cairo.
So, he first found a hunchbacked old man and asked, "Old man, what happened in this city before? Can you tell me about it?"
The old man looked up at him and said in a hoarse voice: "What else can we do? When the Hebrews occupied this place, they forced us to work every day."
"They don't have enough to eat every day, and they kill those who don't have the strength to work."
"Now, His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh has sent you to support us. We no longer have to worry about living like this!"
Remheb made a few notes and asked several passers-by. Without exception, the answers were the same: "The Hebrews enslaved us and killed our brothers and sisters."
"But now that you're here, we're finally saved!"
Although these words were spoken passionately, some people even shed tears.
But Remheb always felt it was a bit monotonous.
It was as if it had been rehearsed in advance!
When night fell, Remheb returned to his residence and spread the papyrus he had collected during the day on the table.
He sat opposite Nan Tong and said respectfully with doubt: "Master Nan Tong, I found something today."
He took out the torn piece of papyrus from his sleeve, handed it to Nan Tong, and lowered his voice: "Look, I picked this up from the ashes in the office this morning."
Nan Tong took the note, read it carefully in the candlelight, and his face gradually darkened.
His face was terribly gloomy.
He then examined the papyri that Remheb had brought back.
Nan Tong's expression even made Remheb swallow his saliva: "Remheb, you don't have to check anymore."
"The people of this city are under control."
Remheb was stunned and asked hurriedly: "You mean control?"
Nan Tong said expressionlessly: "Someone is inciting them. Someone in this city is planning a rebellion."
"All the civilians say the same thing when they see you."
He simply pointed to the papyri.
After hearing this, Remheb's heart tightened and his fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the table.
He whispered, "Master Nantong, why are you so sure?"
Nan Tong just looked into the other person's eyes and said, "I have dealt with situations a hundred times more difficult than this with His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh. His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh has taught me a lot."
“It’s like, a way to cope.”
"So, what you should do now is to change your identity."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to see the truth."
And Remheb just blinked: "Change your identity?"
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