The night was dark and the sky was not yet bright.
The wind blew through the alley, making a whistling sound.
At this time, Remheb and Nantong were sitting in the dilapidated house, discussing plans in low voices.
"Lord Remheb, are you sure you want to wear this?"
Remheb dug out two sets of worn-out robes from a pile of cloth bags.
The gray fabric was worn and frayed, with sand on the edges.
Moreover, it smells a bit like sweat.
Those were the cloth clothes that the soldiers took off.
He shook out one and handed it to Nan Tong: "Master Nan Tong, we have to change into these so that we can blend in with the locals."
"Does this one fit you?"
Nan Tong took the robe and squinted his eyes to look it up and down: "This one won't do, it's too small, I'd better wear this one."
"It would be better to tear out a few more holes and sew them up with linen."
Remheb nodded: "You are right."
The two men quickly took off their holy Egyptian robes and put on these rough clothes.
Remheb grabbed a handful of dust and sand from the ground and rubbed it on his face and hands.
His skin, which was oozing with sweat, suddenly became a little darker.
Then he ruffled his hair again, leaving only a few strands hanging in front of him.
Nan Tong followed suit, even tearing open her lower garment to expose her calves: "This will only make us more vulnerable to refugees."
"They won't be too suspicious of our identity."
Remheb glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Lord Nantong, you look like this, even your magician can't recognize you."
After changing their clothes, the two men pushed open the door and quietly left the shabby house where the soldiers were resting.
The sand in the alley was blown up by the wind, and they just crossed a few streets, their figures blending into the darkness, like two inconspicuous, homeless wanderers.
The sky gradually brightened and the morning mist dissipated.
Elder Jacob, wrapped in a gray robe and accompanied by two followers, soon arrived at Remheb's residence.
"Lord Remheb is up early, so we need to go there early."
He stopped in front of the door and was about to knock on the door frame.
The soldier guarding the door immediately stepped forward and lowered his voice: "Elder, the master is sick. He coughed badly last night."
Jacob frowned: "Why didn't you report to me earlier?"
"If the master's condition gets worse because of this, I will hold you accountable!"
He was about to push the door open when he heard a low cough coming from inside the room.
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
He paused and stopped, and then a voice from inside the house rang out: "Elder, you are here."
"I was sick last night and have taken some herbs, but this illness is strange and I'm afraid it might be passed on to you. It's better if you don't come in."
"I have already arranged for soldiers to go there for other matters. Please do not worry about them. They only need to ask a few questions and write them down on papyrus so that I can take them back for the task."
After hearing this, Jacob rolled his eyes left and right.
Then, he took a step back, his face full of concern: "Sir, you must take care of yourself! In that case, I will not disturb your rest."
"If you need anything, just tell the guard at the door."
He turned to look at the soldiers and instructed, "If Lord Remheb needs anything, be sure to send it immediately. Don't delay."
"Your Excellency has just arrived, you must not fall ill here."
Then, he stared into the eyes of the two soldiers and said solemnly, "Don't let anything happen to the adults."
The two soldiers looked solemn and nodded: "Yes, please rest assured, Elder."
Elder Jacob glanced through the crack in the door again. He could vaguely see two figures inside.
Then he turned and left with his entourage.
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
......
The other side.
According to Remheb's plan last night, the soldiers of Holy Egypt have begun to act.
They divided into several teams, holding papyrus and pens, knocked on the doors of the people, and asked in a gentle tone: "Yesterday, the master asked you, but today the master is not feeling well, so we will do it for the master."
"Could you please tell me more about what happened in this city in the past?"
A soldier stood in front of a dilapidated house and asked the old woman at the door, "Has anything unusual happened here since the Hebrews left?"
The old woman rubbed her eyes and sighed, "No, the Hebrews have all been driven away, what else could happen?"
"It's just a matter of food."
"However, now that His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh has sent people here, we are finally saved."
Another team of soldiers asked a young man who was working, and his answer was almost the same: "Nothing unusual!"
"Luckily I have you guys!"
The words are the same as yesterday.
They all convey the same type of information.
The disguised Remheb and Nantong did not show up. They just stood far away on the street corner, mixed in the crowd, observing everything.
They remained silent and waited until the soldiers walked away before slowly approaching the houses that had been questioned.
In the streets, the people who had just been questioned by the Holy Egyptian soldiers gathered into small groups and talked in low voices.
Remheb had sharp ears and could vaguely hear a few strong men not far away muttering, "These dogs of Holy Egypt are asking nonsense questions again. How annoying!"
Another one echoed: "That's right, the Hebrews just left and they want to come and take care of us? Dream on!"
"When we were occupied by the Hebrew Empire, these guys didn't even fart!"
"Just wait and see. They will suffer someday."
Remheb remained calm, took what these people said to heart, and continued to observe.
At the corner of the street, a tall and thin woman holding a child stared blankly at the soldiers' receding backs.
Her eyes were empty. She neither agreed nor refuted, like a person who had lost her soul.
Remheb looked at her for a while, then his eyes fell on an old man.
The old man, wrapped in tattered clothes, stood at the door of his house, listening to the discussions of others. He just shook his head gently, sighed, and turned back to the house.
Although the sigh was light, it made Remheb's heart tremble slightly.
His reaction is different from others!
He whispered, "Lord Nantong, that old man is not like the others."
Nan Tong followed his gaze and said, "Maybe he is different from these people."
Remheb nodded. He decided to investigate personally and ask in person to see if he could get some useful information.
He took Nan Tong and walked around several alleys until they arrived at the old man's shabby house.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door gently.
There was silence inside the door for a moment, and then there was a whisper, as if several people were arguing about something.
The door slowly opened a crack, and a strong man with a full beard poked his head out, looked at him coldly, and whispered, "Who?"
Remheb lowered his voice and said vaguely, "I'm just passing by and want to ask you something."
The sturdy man narrowed his eyes and was about to close the door when a hoarse voice came from inside the house: "Let them in!"
After Remheb and Nantong entered, they saw the old man walking towards them with a piece of bread.
"You are here to escape, right?"
"Get out of here, it's not safe."
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