“Cough cough cough!”
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
In the quiet night, the sound of coughing broke the silence.
After a moment, there was another series of rapid coughing sounds.
Just outside the door, the two soldiers sent by Elder Jacob couldn't help but lower their voices and said, "Lord Remheb's cough sounds quite severe."
"Is he ill?"
The candlelight in the room flickered slightly, and then a slightly hunched shadow appeared.
The shadow slowly stood up, walked to the door, knocked gently on the door frame, and opened the door.
It was Remheb.
Outside the door, two soldiers sent by Elder Jacob heard the noise. One of them turned around and whispered, "Lord Remheb, what do you want?"
Remheb's face was wrapped in linen, leaving only his eyes visible.
He coughed twice more, his voice sounding very weak: "You two, I feel a little unwell, I'm afraid I'm sick."
When the two soldiers heard this, they were at a loss for a moment.
"My Lord, is there anything we can do for you?"
"We can report this to the elder right away. He will surely be able to find a solution."
After all, it is difficult to find any treatment if you get sick in a place like this.
What's more, the other party came from Cairo.
Remheb paused, his tone sounding helpless: "No need to bother."
"The herbs we brought from Holy Egypt might come in handy, but I don't have the energy to get them right now."
"Could you please tell my soldiers to bring the herbs over?"
The two soldiers looked at each other, and one of them nodded and said, "Of course, sir."
At this moment, Remheb coughed and quickly waved his hand, signaling the other party not to leave in a hurry: "Wait a minute, there are too many bags, it would be a waste of time for them to open them one by one, and it would also mess up the things."
"Please call a few more Holy Egyptian soldiers over and bring all the sacks with them."
"Besides the herbs, I need to get some other things, so that they don't run back and forth and get infected by me."
Remheb's voice was weak, but his words were clear and coherent.
The two soldiers didn't think much about it, but nodded and said, "Okay, sir, don't worry, we'll go right away."
After saying that, they turned around and left in a hurry.
Remheb leaned against the door frame and lowered his head and coughed a few times.
However, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but his eyes still looked a little painful.
That was because the gate was still open and some soldiers were watching him.
Then he went back into the house, sat down on the stool, and began to talk to himself: "When did I get this disease?"
"It's fine today..."
He glanced at Nan Tong, and saw that Nan Tong was also looking at him with a slightly raised corner of her mouth.
Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the door.
Then, four Holy Egyptian soldiers pushed the door open and walked in, carrying several coarse cloth bags in their hands and some miscellaneous items on their shoulders.
"Sorry! Lord Remheb, we are late!"
Once inside, they placed the sack on the floor and gently closed the door.
One of the tall soldiers stepped forward and asked with concern, "Sir, what's wrong with you? You're coughing, did you catch a cold on the way?"
Another soldier put down the bag and frowned, saying, "Yes, sir, you must take care of yourself!"
"I remember the herbs were in this cloth bag..."
Remheb raised his head and coughed twice: "Thank you for your concern."
He paused, his eyes finally set on the tall soldier.
Then he waved his hand gently, signaling the soldier to come closer to him.
The tall soldier leaned over, and Remheb leaned in close to his ear.
"Take off your armor and don't say anything else."
The soldier was stunned, a look of doubt flashed across his eyes, and then his eyes widened.
He nodded and removed his armor.
Remheb made a gesture to the others to keep quiet, and then coughed a few more times.
He took the armor and put it on quickly, then put his robe on the soldier and told him in a low voice: "You stay here and pretend to be me. Don't let anyone see any flaws."
"Put this around your face and your voice will be muffled."
He coughed a few times to hide the anxiety in his voice, and followed the same method, letting another older soldier put on Nan Tong's robe.
Likewise, half of the face was covered with linen.
After a while, the two soldiers sent by Elder Jacob saw the four holy Egyptian soldiers coming out and asked, "Is Lord Remheb feeling better?"
A soldier shook his head and replied, "My lord, you are still coughing. I am afraid you will need to rest for a while before you can recover."
The two soldiers didn't suspect anything, they just waved them away and continued to guard outside the door.
Inside the house, the tall soldier who stayed behind, wrapped in Remheb's robe, sat on the edge of a stool, coughed softly a few times, and then deliberately made some sounds of chewing herbs.
Jacob's soldiers were listening outside the door. They just looked at each other and shook their heads: "My lord is very ill. I'm afraid he needs to rest for a few days."
"yes."
They were guarding outside the door and didn't notice anything unusual in the house.
At the same time, Remheb, wearing a soldier's armor, lowered his head and walked out of the alley.
He looked back at the house and said to Nan Tong in a low voice, "Sir, your method is absolutely amazing!"
"They would never have expected that we could sneak out wearing soldiers' clothes!"
"Tomorrow we will put on ragged linen clothes and no one will recognize us!"
"This way, we will definitely be able to investigate the real information!"
After hearing this, Nan Tong just raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head.
The four "soldiers" crossed several streets and alleys and came to a somewhat dilapidated house.
The house had cracks in the corners and a few tiles missing from the roof, but it was a resting place for the Holy Egyptian soldiers.
They pushed the door open, put the bags down and closed the door.
At this moment, one of the soldiers who was lying down turned around and raised his head.
"How is it, Lord Remheb, have you ever eaten the herbs?"
"Is my Lord all right?"
A soldier who came in took off his helmet, and the candlelight illuminated his young face.
"Well, Lord Remheb is doing very well."
The soldiers lying down were stunned for a moment, and one of them whispered, "Is this... Lord Remheb?"
As soon as the voice started, Remheb raised his hand to stop it.
He put the helmet on the table and lowered his voice: "Be quiet and listen to me patiently."
"There are still some things going on in this city that I need to investigate myself."
"I pretended to be sick to deceive our enemies and let them relax their vigilance and reveal their weaknesses."
"It is also to facilitate the investigation."
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh sent me here, and I cannot let His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh down."
"Listen carefully. Tomorrow, you will go door to door to ask questions and record..."
Nan Tong listened from the side, and the smile on his face became more and more appreciative.
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