Since he was a child, his father didn't like him, and his younger brother was always favored, but unfortunately his younger brother was a mute who couldn't speak even when he was five years old. He hated that whenever his father misunderstood him for his brother's sake, he would put all the blame on his brother, until in the end, he killed his father's most beloved precious son with his own hands, although his father did not punish him later, but died on the spot because he could not bear the accidental death of his brother......

Suddenly flooded with scenes from the past, Pharaoh suddenly stood up, without a trace of waves on his face.

"Good life takes care of the scribe, and there is not a single hair of hair to ask you for sin!" staring at Tratu, he walked away after saying this sentence without emotion.

Trattu tried his best to straighten up from his bed, trying to get up and catch up with the Pharaoh as he walked out, but in the end he was only to fall from the bed and fall to the ground. Pharaoh, however, was long gone.

Seeing this, several subordinates hurriedly ran over to help him up, and just wanted him to lie on the bed and rest, but he resisted like crazy, and said that he wanted to go to the dungeon to see Tibka.

The subordinates looked at each other, as if they were saying to each other, "What to do, what to do" or something like that, but Turatu couldn't control it so much, desperately trying to get out of bed, but couldn't stop it, this posture was quite like swearing not to give up if he didn't see Tibka. However, he was sick after all, and no matter how hard he struggled, he was finally forcibly restrained by those three subordinates.

"I beg you, let me go to the dungeon, look, look at Tibka...... ...... vomit"

Tratu's face turned even paler, and there was not a trace of blood on his lips. Reluctantly supported his body and knelt on the bed and said to the few subordinates who "guarded" him, but before he finished speaking, a mouthful of old blood spit out of his mouth and sprayed directly on the futon, and the beige futon was instantly dyed red by it. Finally, he fell weakly on the bed, but his hand still grasped the clothes of one of the subordinates.

The people were panicked, they didn't care too much, and they were busy calling the doctor, but they were still rejected by Tratu.

"I ...... My time is short, it's useless to call a doctor, I just want to see you one last time, see Tibka, send me, go to the dungeon, dungeon......"

He seemed to be unable to speak clearly, and his voice was so weak that a few people could only hear it close to his lips, and in the end, he kept saying the word "dungeon".

He just wanted to go to the dungeon and see Tibka for the last time, and no one else could understand his mood at the moment. He knew his illness that if he didn't see Tibka again at this moment, he was afraid that he would regret it forever in his life.

"Well, Lord Scrivener, hold on, and I'll send you to the dungeon at once, and you'll see Priest Tibka!" one of the men gave Turatus a glimmer of hope and promised him.

"Hey, are you crazy?" said another, frowning. He remembered the conversation between Pharaoh and Turat, and in his opinion Pharaoh did not want to see Tibka, so how could Tulatu and Tibka meet in the dungeon.

"Have you forgotten what His Majesty Pharaoh said, and if the scribe makes any mistake, we will not be able to escape it!" said the man who had given Turatus hope, and then the other servant.

Only then did the other person remember that Pharaoh had said such a sentence, and it dawned on him.

Several subordinates supported Turatu and inquired all the way, and finally reached the dungeon where Tibka was held with difficulty.

Hearing that it was the scribe who had come to visit Tibka, the guards of the dungeon hesitated for a moment, but still opened it, but the moment they saw Tulatu, the two men watching the cell door seemed to be taken aback, and did not understand what was happening at all.

"Lord Scrivener, you have something to say as soon as possible, the rules in this prison ......," the man suddenly reminded outside the cell door.

"Got it, got it, let's go when we're done!" replied impatiently to the man who was holding Turatu.

Tibka seemed to have stayed awake all night, and he fell into a deep sleep of exhaustion just after dawn in the morning. Vaguely, he heard some people talking, and suddenly opened his eyes, and he saw Tulatu, but he didn't understand why Turatu looked like this, and he couldn't help but show the same gaze as the two men guarding the prison door, and then greeted him very worriedly.

"Uncle!"

"Tibka!"

These two salutations, they shouted almost at the same time, but when Turatu heard the sentence "Uncle", he was stunned, and after the corners of his mouth unintentionally pulled a few times, he coughed violently, and in an instant, the blood in his mouth slowly flowed out, slipped down the corners of his mouth, and dripped onto the ground of the prison.

The two men who were supporting Turatu, one patted Turatu on the back in a panic, and the other ran out of the dungeon as fast as he could, trying to get the doctor as fast as he could. Tulatu's physical condition seemed to be getting worse and worse, and he didn't want Tulatu to have some kind of mistake and implicate him.

Panicked, and Tibka. Turatu had always been in a good state in front of him, but why was it suddenly like this today! He hurriedly asked the subordinate who had been supporting Tulatu from beginning to end, but the man was also incoherent, and was so anxious that he was about to cry, but he was stunned for a long time and did not explain the reason clearly.

Turatu was still coughing, and the blood at the corner of his mouth seemed to be unstoppable. Ignoring the man's vague explanation, Tibka grabbed Tulatu's hand and tried to take his pulse and find out what was going on with Tulatu's body. However, as soon as he grasped Tulatu's wrist, he was pulled back by Tulatu with all his strength.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? How did you become like this?" Tibka could only ask anxiously, and hurriedly helped Turatu to sit on the ground.

For this "uncle", he has long been called into a habit, and he has forgotten that the "Abba" is what he should call, after all, he has recognized Tulatu as his godfather a few days ago. However, he didn't seem to be quite comfortable with the new title.

"Called...... Call me Abba! Call me, Abba!" clutching Tibka's arm, Tratu's gaze was a strange expectation, sad, painful, and even more lonely.

Without waiting for Tibka to wonder about Tulatu's strange words and deeds, Turatu waved his hand to the man who had been watching over him, and motioned for the man to get out of prison.

The man hesitated, but after glancing at Tibka, he went out reassuringly.

"Uncle, what the hell is going on? No, let's have someone take you to the hospital!" Tibka tried to call in the man who had just gone out, but was stopped by Turatu again.

"Tibka, my son, don't call anyone, I'...... It's almost gone, and I've always known how my body is. ”