Chapter 256: Wonderful Night at the Museum (2) (Ask for Subscription!Ask for Recommendation!Ask for Monthly Pass!)
It never occurred to Quis that he would be invited to a dinner by the Pharaoh the day after he came to Bait, before he had even paid his official respects.
Moreover, this dinner, which was held in the newly built museum of the Great Veil, is estimated to last until late.
"The gift is ready," the young blue dragon thought to himself, since it was the first time to pay homage to the Pharaoh, and also to better promote the goods of Nome City, he brought a specially assembled Zealot armor, "I have to let the Pharaoh wear it in public." β
The object of Quest's concern, the monarch of the Medici Empire, and the pharaoh of Beit, was also preparing for his itinerary today with the careful help of dozens of attendants at this time.
The name of the pharaoh was inherited from his ancestors, and after his coronation, each pharaoh would abandon his original name and inherit power and responsibility, and automatically receive the name "Esindor", which originally belonged to the greatest hero king of Medici antiquity.
The current pharaoh was no more than in his early thirties, and he had a face that did not quite match his muscular muscles β angular bones, a high, graceful nose, and elongated cheeks β hence the nickname "Esindo".
One of the attendants walked into the palace where the Pharaoh lived with small steps, and when he was about ten steps away from Esindo, he fell to one knee and crossed his hands over his chest, "Your Majesty, the chariot is ready, and the Praetorian Guard has been deployed, ready for you to depart." β
The attendant was answered by a loud hiccup from the Pharaoh. "At least there is no sweet moromy," the squire looked down and sniffed, secretly glad in his heart.
"Bring me some hangover potions made from tranquilizing flowers," took a glass of lilac solution from another attendant, and the Pharaoh swallowed two sips of the pungent fragrance before ordering, "Bring some more, there will be a feast tonight." β
With that, he shook his head helplessly, stood up and prepared to wash his face with ice water before leaving.
Although it has the reputation of "good drink", in fact, Esindo is not the "wine putty" that most people think.
As a pharaoh, while possessing the supreme power conferred by the law, he also had the responsibilities of the Medici monarch.
Especially yesterday's Opathe Day, a day when the celebration of the festival is closely combined with the education of patriotism, Esindo must be more excited than everyone else, and he must drink heartily, because it is a duty of the monarch.
Today, he went to visit the newly completed museum of the Great Veishur to fulfill another of his responsibilities. Every wise pharaoh could not do without the support of the people and the assistance of his many ministers.
If the Pharaoh was the object of allegiance of thousands of Medici's subjects, then the "Great Veshur" was the prime minister of the empire and the leader of all the ministers of Medici.
This is a tradition of the empire since ancient times.
Even if he secretly supported the establishment of the Obsidian Council, hoping that it would be able to compete with the Great Vishur in the future, he could not rush to subvert tradition now. For the Grand Vishur, Esindo had to be respectful.
Of course, respect is respect, but this trip still must not degrade the majesty of the monarch.
There were a lot of things to prepare in advance, but fortunately, Essindo had enough attendants who could provide thoughtful service to their pharaohs from different angles, such as food and daily life, clothing and clothing, and the specifications of the guards.
"Five Pasha lords have already arrived in Beit City, and two more are expected to arrive within two hourglass hours. We have already arranged for men at the gates of the city, and when we meet them, we will invite them directly to move to the lagoon. β
While Esindo was washing his face with ice water, an attendant took several papyrus scrolls and read to him what was written on them, in which all the information about the relations of the servants attending the dinner was recorded in detail.
"Zagan Pasha has a long history of discord with Khalil Pasha, and care needs to be taken during the dinner to avoid getting bogged down in their dispute over the boundaries of their realms, and that dragon Pasha has no grudge against other ministers, and even because he has some unique goods in his hands, many ministers want to be associated with him, but the Obsidian Council Mage Lillet......"
Ezindo interrupted the squire's narration, and the young hangover wiped his icy face and reverted back to the Pharaoh who ruled the Medici, "Send for Kunini to inform him that, as Speaker of the Obsidian Council, he must restrain his men." β
Drying the water from his face with a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread, Esindo thought for a moment, summoned the attendant who was in charge of the banquet to him, and carefully advised: "Arrange a separate meeting between me and the dragon Pasha, prepare my golden bottle, and I will have a good drink with him." β
In this way, the pharaoh himself gave an explanation to several of his henchmen before arranging his clothes and walking towards the palace gate.
Instead of going through the western gate of Beit City, the convoy headed north. Escorted by the Praetorian Guards and cheered by the crowd, the Pharaoh, dressed in a ferret's cloak and a pointed hat that symbolized the majesty of the empire, boarded his ship.
The magnificent three-deck sailboat was richly gilded, painted with lion coats of arms and sea creatures, and shaded by a crimson canopy, requiring the concerted efforts of two hundred and sixty-four oarsmen to sail out of the royal docks.
In the afternoon sun, the oars sticking out of its sides seemed to be dyed gold, and they slapped against the sea in unison. At the bow of the ship, a decorative figure of an enterprising figure holds a scythe-bladed sword, and the swallow-tailed flag of Medici waives in the wind at the top of the mast.
Salutes rang out, wind music shook the sky, and drums beat endlessly. Surrounded by a large group of escort boats, the golden ship sailed along the coastline to the lagoon to the west.
The attendant in charge of the honor guard stood in the middle of the upper deck, holding a ritual document that had just been issued by the Pharaoh, and read the prayer aloud: "In the name of the glorious Pharaoh Medici, bless this ship, and all those who sail on the sea, that the sea may always be calm and ......peaceful."
After that, the Pharaoh took a ring with a ruby from his hand and threw it into the sea, "O sea, we have married you to show our true and eternal sovereignty over you!"
Following the Pharaoh's words, several black-robed mages walked to the sides of the ship. They chanted incantations that filled the booms with spell winds, and summoned water elementals that carried the golden ship and its frigates at an accelerated pace.
After a series of rituals, Essindo rarely followed the advice of his attendants and remained on the noisy deck.
No matter how ornate his rhetoric may be, the Pharaoh knew in his heart that the riches hidden in the sea could not be won easily.
If he wants to make Medici more prosperous, and even rise to the top of the nations of the world of ashes, he must find a commodity that can be widely recognized by other countries and easily open their doors.
"Gold, more gold. β
Esindo muttered to himself, looking at the sparkling seaβlike hammered gold.