Holy Egyptian Night.
Dusk falls over the Nile Valley.
The sky was low and heavy clouds seemed to be pressing down on the spires of the royal palaces in Cairo.
Even Saint Pharaoh Linke's guards seemed to be having difficulty breathing.
The air is stagnant and the heat and humidity are oppressive.
By the Nile River, the branches and leaves of the date palm trees drooped and remained motionless, as if bound by an invisible force.
The reeds by the river seemed to be wilted. They hung their heads and occasionally shook their bodies violently with the strong wind, as if they would break at any time.
The streets in the city were empty, and all the pottery jars in front of the houses had been moved back inside. It was so quiet that it was unsettling.
The sound of the wind disappeared, and only silence remained between heaven and earth.
The storm is brewing.
Of course, properly evacuating the city of Holy Egypt is no easy task.
Especially in the morning, when the clouds have not yet reached the ancient Nile River.
At that time, Cairo was the pearl of the Nile Valley, with streets crisscrossed like a spider web, and "miracles" and markets crowded with people everywhere.
Lin Ke stood on a high platform, overlooking the tens of thousands of people in the city.
Ramses' words echoed in his ears: "Brother, there are now more than tens of thousands of people in the city, and 30% of them are visitors from afar."
Lin Ke just nodded when he heard that.
He knew that the current priority was to evacuate the people.
Not only must the speed be fast, but the guests who have traveled thousands of miles must also be properly accommodated.
Saint Egypt was now very famous, and he didn't want a flood to ruin Saint Egypt's reputation.
"I have my own way."
Lin Ke just said lightly.
He then ordered his soldiers to post notices along the city walls.
"Heavy rain is coming, Cairo residents should return to their homes as soon as possible to avoid the rain."
"The 'Miracle' of the Holy Pharaoh will be closed at noon."
"Foreign guests can stay in the houses of Cairo citizens."
"For every foreign guest received by the citizens of Cairo, they can receive an extra double portion of food and 100 copper coins."
"The god of the desert and the Nile will protect the safety of Cairo."
"If anyone commits a crime, they will be severely punished."
"Holy Pharaoh's oracle."
In order to accommodate pilgrims from afar, Lin Ke ordered the establishment of temporary camps in the city blocks and high ground.
He sent craftsmen to speed up the work, and built hundreds of tents with reeds and wooden boards, covering the tent roofs with linen to protect them from rain and wind.
Lin Ke also ordered people to bring food from the granary and distribute it to the tents.
Each tent was given an extra blanket, which was old but square and clean.
After the outsiders came in, they just bowed their heads to thank the busy workers and soldiers.
But the people of Holy Egypt just told them: "If you want to thank someone, thank our honorable and great Holy Pharaoh."
And when night really fell, the sky was suddenly torn apart.
The heavy rain poured down like arrows, crackling to the ground.
The sound was like thousands of troops beating drums, making people's eardrums tremble.
This is an extremely rare torrential rain.
And the Nile River roared.
The water surface was rolling up waves of white waves under the sound of wind and heavy rain, like countless wild beasts crashing and hitting the huge rocks on the shore, splashing high water.
The date palm trees swayed in the strong wind and their branches creaked.
The fruits were knocked down by the rain, rolled into the mud, and disappeared in an instant.
Water flowed down the walls of Cairo, splashing in all directions between the rocks.
The slate roof made a clanking sound as the rain hit it, and water droplets seeped out of the cracks, as if it was breathing.
The streets were empty, doors and windows were closed, and only the sound of rain could be heard.
But inside the newly built houses, the scene is quite different.
A man sat by the fire, holding a piece of bread in his hands.
He tore it into several pieces and handed them to his wife, children, and a stranger who came to his house to take shelter from the rain.
He listened to the crackling sound of the stone slab above his head and just smiled slightly.
"The rain is falling too fast."
“I can’t even imagine it.”
Having said that, he looked at the people in the room and took a bite of the bread in his hand, which was only the size of a palm.
"If it weren't for His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh's miracle, our house would have been destroyed by the strong wind and heavy rain."
The woman next to him, wrapped in a blanket, nodded gently: "Fortunately, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh had foreseen this rainstorm."
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has had the soldiers post a notice today, asking us to return to our homes as soon as possible to take shelter."
She glanced at the corner, where there was still a lot of food, dry and clean.
That was enough food to feed four people for several days.
As for water, there is no need to mention it.
The foreign guest just sighed: "Unbelievable."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, I would have never had the chance to realize what a great king your Holy Pharaoh is."
"He not only loves his people, but he is even willing to accept us to stay temporarily in Holy Egypt."
At this point, the guest sighed softly.
"Besides Holy Egypt, I have been to many other places, but no king has ever made such a decision."
The boy in the corner sat with his knees hugged and asked with bright eyes: "Are you a traveler?"
“Where else have you been?”
The foreign guest raised his head and thought about it.
“A lot of places.”
“Oh, by the way, I’ve also been to Jerusalem.”
"It's just that I arrived on the day of their worship, and I couldn't even enter the city gate."
"You are so lucky to live as holy Egyptians."
"Now everyone knows about the story of Holy Egypt."
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