"I stood between Ninglu and the slave mother and daughter, lest they dare not continue to speak when they saw Ninglu's terrible face. I could feel Ning Lu glaring at me from behind, of course he knew what I was up to, but I didn't care, and of course what infuriated him the most was that he had to hear about these horrific acts of Siba from others, and he couldn't say anything about it. What the mother said, most of the people present guessed the subsequent development, Ning Lu must learn to accept the undeniable fact that his own son is an out-and-out monster. In the years since I married him, he has been considered an enlightened and excellent king, but when it comes to Siba, Nimrod becomes blind and deaf. Sether could clearly hear Isis's feelings for Nimrod in her words, even though she pretended not to care.

"'My mistress,' said the mother, looking up and kissing my right hand, and with tears in her eyes, 'your servant and my daughter were so frightened by the terrible image of the dream that she saw the nanny's chest suddenly become a bloody hole, and the blood was swirling inside her like a filthy worm, and the foul blood gushed out of the nanny's chest and mouth, and rushed straight to your servant my daughter...... When the mother's repeated kisses and kisses of her daughter in the crook of her arm, like a bitch licking a puppy, I thought that the experience of hell had made me hard-hearted and would no longer sympathize with anyone, but the mother and daughter, especially this mother," Isis stretched out her hand to wipe her eyelids, and sighed, "her words show that she was not a lowly born person, she had learned to read and write, and that among the martial Cushites, the non-hereditary nobles would not have had the strength to provide such an education to their daughters." What was it that this woman, who had been a hereditary nobleman, had fallen to such a state? and gave birth to a daughter who was almost mentally retarded? Who was the father of this little maid? I looked at the mother's prematurely old and haggard face, and imagined the glory and beauty of her youth, and felt compassion for her. ”

"'Mistress, your servant and my woman were awakened by a terrible nightmare, but when she awoke, there was no one around, the babysitter with a big hole in her zombie-like chest, the evil spirit with teeth and claws turned into dirty blood, the stinking bloodstains, and so on, and so on, except for the faint spark of the fire in the fireplace, which was about to be extinguished, and made a slight crackling sound. The whole kitchen was so cold, and your servant and my daughter had just wanted to go to the hut where the servants were resting to get a thick coarse cloth to keep out the cold, when she suddenly remembered that the nanny had not come to the kitchen to ask her to go to bed with Prince Xiba. O mother, your servant and my daughter have always been timid and timid, but when she told her about it later, she said that she realized that something had happened. There was a dead silence around me, but the smell of blood permeated the mouth and nostrils of your servant and my daughter. So she didn't bother to go back to get her clothes, so she hurried out of the kitchen and returned to Prince Xiba's bedchamber. ’”

"'The prince's chamber has always been noisy, because it is his habit. The mother spoke more subtly, but all who were present knew what she meant, and Siba was my freaked son, and I certainly knew his abominable habit like a beast that lurked by day and by night. Siba cried and cried like a beast approaching adulthood, 'But the night was very quiet, O master, your servant and my daughter did not even meet a single person on the way back to the prince's bedchamber, no soldiers on patrol, no trotting maidservants, your servant and my daughter were afraid. There was a shortcut to the side door of the dormitory, and she had to pass through the stables, so she took the shortcut. Usually at dusk, your servant and my daughter lay hay on the manger, and after the horses had been wiped with the groom with foam, the horses rested in peace. But that night, when your servant and my woman approached the stable, all the horses seemed to go mad, and they stood upright, and neighed so loudly that they almost tore off the tie-up posts, and they were sweating profusely, trembling, foaming at the mouth, and mad with fear. These horses used to be familiar with your servant and my daughter, so these things are all the more frightening. As your servant, my daughter, fearing that these births would hurt herself in a panicked moment, trotted out of the stable. Please net

"'Only a horse named Ortre stopped your servant my daughter's place with its long neck, and tried to bury its head in her little chest. Poor Autri was a lame horse and a mute brute, snorting at people, and they were like that whenever the horses tried to explain something and couldn't. 'I find it incredible that the mother can tell the whole story so clearly and coherently, and I'm going to inquire about the mother and daughter after this,' Isis gasped as Sether looked at her thoughtfully, remembering that she hadn't taken a sip of water since she had begun describing her life as a human until now, and he looked at her with a strange feeling, and felt that she was indeed missing something human-like," My mistress, when your servant and my daughter ran to the stairs in front of the bedchamber, and stepped into a dark corner where the light of the torches could not reach, she felt something lying on the carriageway, and she screamed in fright, and it quickly crept up, and your servant and my daughter saw clearly, and it was a silver man, and in such cold weather, he was naked and naked, and his body shone like silver with hoarfrost. ’”

"'Silver man, I remember him,' I cried out, 'wasn't he the former apprentice priest of the god Moloch?' shouldn't he have been burned to death after we broke the pillar and cut down the sun statue?' why is this man still alive and able to sneak into the palace of Prince Siba?' I glared at every soldier and servant around me, but no one dared to answer my question. After that, I paused for a moment, raised my voice and said to the mother, 'Go ahead and I'll get to the bottom of this.' ’”

"'That silver man is terrible,' continued the mother, "'not to mention worrying about being like your servant and my children, even ordinary people would be terrified at the sight of him, for he is a leper who is called 'snow-white.'" He also had no face, for he had been suffering from leprosy for many years, and had been severely affected by leprosy. Your servant, my daughter, screamed and dodged, and the silver man crawled on all fours, nimbly crawling on the ground like a hyena, mooing from his mouth like an otter calling. ’”