Chapter 41 [Pharaoh in the New Era]
Late night falls.
Inside a low bungalow on the outskirts of Cairo.
The dim light from the oil lamp illuminates the empty room. Errol Ismail, who has a beard and wears a gray robe, is sitting in front of a dilapidated desk, lighting up the lamp and writing hard.
The small room was very quiet, with only the rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the straw paper.
Errol, who is twenty-six years old this year, is in his prime. As early as sixteen years old, his father, who was a businessman, sent him to study in Europe.
There, he learned a lot of progressive ideas and saw the prosperity of the great powers and the backwardness of his own country.
From then on, he made up his mind.
To save our country.
Let this country escape from ignorance, escape from backwardness and poverty, and preferably become one of the great powers.
At least the Arab world should have a manager of its own, Egypt should have a strong leader, and the best leader is him.
Of course, these are Errol's ambitions.
His biggest goal is to completely separate his country from the colonial empire, and he is full of passion and patriotism.
As soon as Errol returned home, he devoted himself to the patriotic movement.
A few years ago.
Under pressure from all parties, this golden land successfully shed its colonial status and won independence.
Although there are still foreign forces present and it is also in the feudal period ruled by kings, this is okay.
As long as it breaks away from its colonial status, Errol believes that the country will get better and better.
Unfortunately, he is still too simple.
How could the Overlord, the Sun Never Sets, let go of the country Errol loved so easily.
Those arrogant and rude Europeans actually wanted to control this land, take away their military, and control their wealth.
Erol could no longer endure such unfair treatment, so he got the instructions from high-level officials and those famous nobles.
Leading his friends and classmates to march on the streets, demanding that the king refuse the unreasonable request that the sun never sets on the country.
Completely take back the country’s sovereignty.
In action.
Errol relied on his eloquence and quick thinking to gain more and more support, but he knew that shouting slogans alone would never work.
To gain independence, it is not just a matter of treating guests to a meal, but also to pay the price of blood and fire and to be reborn from the ashes!
Soon, the bloody suppression of the Empire on which the sun never sets will come.
The time will come to see whether they can persevere and fight hard to get through the difficulties with their unyielding backbone.
Therefore, Errol paid great attention to his own safety. After the parade, he hid in the suburbs to avoid being found by the British.
But as everyone knows, his every move has already been betrayed to the British by his compatriots.
British colonists took root here for decades.
Having already taken control of this golden land, at least Cairo.
His thinking is too simple and his methods are too immature, and he cannot defeat those old foxes.
“Dong dong dong~”
A knock on the door interrupted Errol's thoughts.
Errol stiffened and subconsciously opened the drawer.
Lying quietly inside was a revolver that he bought at a large price.
This proves that he is not one of those fools who thinks that protest alone can make the colonists relent - only by holding weapons in hand can he resist those bandits who are also armed.
“Who?”
"Brother, mother asked me to come over and bring you food."
A timid female voice appeared, the voice of Errol's sister.
Hearing the familiar voice, Errol breathed a sigh of relief and closed the drawer.
Get up and open the door.
“Oh!” Looking at the girl in a headscarf standing timidly outside the door, Errol frowned, somewhat displeased, “Didn’t I say, don’t come to me, it’s dangerous. ”
The little girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was very afraid of her brother and did not dare to speak.
She always heard her father and others praise her, saying that her brother would definitely accomplish great things in the future and restore the glory of the Aber world.
But why can't my brother be nice to her?
Seeing that his sister was silent, Errol impatiently took the basket, which was full of pancakes and other food.
He drove his sister away and warned her not to come back again.
Errol, who had always left his home for everyone, waited for his sister to leave before locking the door.
Bite the pancake, preparing to continue reading at night, thinking about the next plan of action, how to let those British guys know their firm determination to never give up until they achieve their goals, weigh the pros and cons, and finally take the initiative to loosen the shackles.
But he didn’t know that every move he made fell into the eyes of one person.
“Erol Ismail.”
When the oil lamp flickers.
Errol suddenly noticed a shadow behind him out of the corner of his eye, and he was frightened.
Wait for him to turn around suddenly.
A tall figure, covered in black robes and with his face covered, was standing in the room, staring down at him.
The shadow of the man in black robe is illuminated by the light on the wall behind him, like a vampire bat with its wings spread.
This strange scene made Errol's heart skip a beat.
"Who are you?"
Cold sweat broke out on Errol's forehead.
He didn't understand how the other party came in, but he knew that the other party must have bad intentions.
But before he could fumble around, he quietly moved his body, trying to find an opportunity to get the pistol in the drawer.
The black-robed figure dodged and came to Errol.
“Hey——!” Errol was shocked and wanted to resist, but he felt that the opponent was stronger than ten camels.
The man in black robe stretched out his hand, grabbed Errol's throat, and then stuffed an unknown object into his mouth.
Then he let go of Errol.
“Cough cough cough—vomit!”
Errol felt as if he was being fed something, and without caring about the man in black in front of him, he backed away in panic and began to dig out his throat, trying to spit out the thing with a violent cough, but it was to no avail.
"Who are you? What did you give me to eat?"
Seeing that I had swallowed something and couldn't spit it out.
Erol was sweating profusely.
But he can be considered a warrior, and his mind is still very clear. He took the opportunity to rush to the desk, pulled out the pistol hidden in the drawer, and pointed it at the man in black robe.
But the man in black robe didn't care about the gun threat. He stood there with only a pair of pale golden emotionless eyes staring at Errol.
Erol inevitably met those radiant eyes.
Looking at each other.
A huge mental shock hit.
“Ugh!”
Errol felt for a moment as if his mind had been hit hard, and then his will became unclear.
Vaguely, a voice in his ear told him that he was the messenger of the gods in front of him and he could not be disrespected.
Errol's originally angry expression became dazed, and the pistol in his hand could not help but lower.
Looking at the man in black robe again, he felt that the person in front of him was extremely sacred, full of kindness and majesty, which made him have the urge to worship.
“What you just ate was a blessing from the gods.”
"I come from the land of pillars, from the great Council of Pharaohs, and you are the chosen one."
(End of Chapter)