"But he was slow to attack."
The old man watched the Supreme King's actions and words, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
"Yes, you are very thoughtful."
The Supreme King slowly sat back on the throne: "So, put away your contempt."
"There are no more than three people in this world whom I can consider as my rivals."
"Besides the archons of Athens and Sparta, it is this holy Pharaoh."
He paused again when he said this.
"But, having said that."
"If they choose not to attack and instead head straight for Jerusalem, we can easily capture them all."
“But the holy Pharaoh still chose to besiege Hebron.”
“It’s safe, but stupid.”
When the old man heard this, he just nodded again.
"You are right, Your Excellency the Supreme King."
"I will speed up the ceremony as soon as possible. I have already selected the fourth sacrificial site."
At this moment, the magic stone suddenly vibrated on its own, and the runes flashed wildly, and finally pieced together a new message:
"Danger."
The old man narrowed his eyes and turned to the Demon Stone.
He asked one last time: "Holy Pharaoh, are you aware of the ritual?"
The rune twisted for a moment, and finally gave an answer:
"yes."
Seeing this scene, the old man took a deep breath.
"This Saint Pharaoh is indeed amazing."
"We have to speed up."
After a while, the old man left the dark space.
A middle-aged man dressed like a magician walked over.
"Pope, I have a favor to ask of you."
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