Chapter 1536: Chapter 263: Break In

Picking up the oil lamp, from casual to careful, it always gave the Princess a very strange feeling—as if someone was telling her, take this oil lamp, maybe it will bring you good luck.

The Princess shook her head, secretly thinking how ridiculous this idea was… She put the oil lamp down, then turned around and walked towards the door.

But just as she was about to leave the bedroom, the Princess suddenly turned back, and casually hung the oil lamp on her belt, like an accessory.

The oil lamp was not big, even felt petite… Hanging on the waist, although it looked a bit unusual, it didn’t attract attention, let alone the Princess concealed the existence of the oil lamp by folding her cloak.

“Your Highness?” The Little Maid didn’t understand the Princess’s actions.

“It’s nothing.” The Princess said calmly, “Let’s go, I want to see the Pharaoh first.”

She actually wanted to call him father—but then it became Pharaoh.

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Yiben felt that the so-called ‘eye’ knocked down by the Night Watchman might be something very valuable, so he didn’t care at all about the somewhat disdainful gaze of the Night Watchman at this time, stuffed this ‘eye’ called an unmanned plane into his chest, intending to take it out to deceive others after leaving the Royal Palace.

There were still quite a few collectors in the city… No one had seen this kind of thing, it was certain to sell for a big price!

Thinking of this, Yiben couldn’t help but laugh out loud, as if he saw a group of rich young masters from wealthy families standing foolishly in front of him.

“By the way, you said this is the High Priest’s eye?” Yiben thought of what the Night Watchman had said before, and curiously asked, “How did you know?”

The Night Watchman paid no attention to Yiben, and gradually increased his speed—his familiarity with the Royal Palace even left Yiben dumbfounded… Along the way, don’t mention the Royal Guards, there were even few places with lights.

It felt as if they had been traveling for a long time, yet it also felt like they had only walked for a while… In front of Yiben appeared a towering figure.

A pyramidal-looking building.

“Temple?” As a resident of the City of the Sun, Yiben naturally recognized the origin of this building at first glance—every resident of the City of the Sun has several opportunities in their lifetime to enter the Temple.

When they are born, on the day they come of age, and after death—when residents die, they are sent to the Temple for cremation, in the place closest to the True God, so that their soul resides next to the True God and can rest in peace.

This is the ancient tradition of the City of the Sun—in Yiben’s memory, he came of age early, so the impression of the Temple is so clear… The Night Watchman wanted to kill the High Priest, and the High Priest is naturally in the Temple, so coming to the Temple now makes sense.

But a sense of reverence hidden deep inside still made Yiben, whose eyes were blinded by wealth, hesitant.

“Bro, shouldn’t we think this through a bit more?” Yiben grabbed the Night Watchman’s arm hurriedly and said, “This place is not the same as the Royal Palace, each of those White-robed Guards is a warrior ten times over… just the two of us, perhaps?”

“You’re right.” The Night Watchman immediately nodded, “This is the High Priest’s lair, trying to sneak in is unrealistic.”

“I said so!” Yiben was immediately overjoyed, “Let’s go back and plan this out properly!”

He gleefully turned around, remembering the way back clearly, so he strode without hesitation… only to see the Night Watchman at this point take out something the size of a fist and threw it directly at the wall blocking the way… Boom—!!

A sudden noise emerged, right behind Yiben, and there was even a gust of wind from behind, blowing up Yiben’s clothes.

He quickly turned around, only to see a blaze of fire before him, and a big hole had been blown open in the wall separating the Temple and the Royal Palace.

The Night Watchman stood right in front of Yiben, “Anyway, sneaking in is more troublesome, so might as well break in.”

“Break… break in?!” Yiben’s eyes blacked out suddenly, nearly fainting on the ground, and he cursed angrily, “You crazy… crazy madman!!”

“Only the mad can have a chance to survive… remember what I said.” The Night Watchman now grabbed Yiben’s collar with one hand, dragging him into the breach, “You were a madman too.”

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God would first make him mad whom he would destroy.

This was a saying by a writer whom the High Priest liked… He was currently in the Temple’s bedroom—a room where darkness and light coexisted.

The darkness was all around, but there were two sources of light, one shone on him, the other on a stone bed—yes, only these two places were bright, all other places were in darkness… the light did not spread, as if constrained by something, so even with light, the places that should be black are still pitch black.

It seemed that something was lying on the stone bed… a person, a woman.

A woman whose body was somewhat different from a normal woman’s—many scales could still be seen on her body, but they weren’t dense; the scales seemed to be deteriorating, turning from hard to soft, then started to shrink, and the color gradually became transparent.

Her face also began to recover from ferociousness… the tail behind her was also gradually receding bit by bit.

The proportion of smooth, white skin was increasing… looking more and more like a normal person should—this was clearly Her Royal Highness Princess Yamarna, who had transformed into a monster under everyone’s eyes at the banquet.

Not knowing how much time had passed, she gradually showed some response on the stone bed.

The trembling eyelashes indicated that she seemed to be about to wake up… She opened her eyes, with her body still in a strange state.

“You awoke quicker than I imagined… Yamarna.”

The High Priest was still sitting, looking down at the book in his hand, not raising his head to look at her as she slowly got up from the stone bed… She looked down at her body, her hands, touching the scales on her arm that hadn’t completely disappeared yet.

Suddenly, she forcefully clenched her arm, even ripping the scales that were about to deteriorate and disappear directly from her arm—thus, her hands became bloody.

“They will fall off completely soon enough… and even if you tear them off now, new ones will grow.” The High Priest said expressionlessly, “So this act, besides causing you pain, has no real effect… didn’t you remember how I taught you, Yamarna.”

“Why.” It… she… Princess Yamanlana raised her head abruptly, glaring at the High Priest under another light source: “Why make me… make me face everyone?!”

The High Priest thought for a moment and said, “Everyone in the process of growing up needs to face some… some unexpected, never imagined pain. Pain is the food of growth. Do you know why the cactus fruit in the desert is so sweet? Because in such harsh conditions, the preciousness of life is more evident.”

“Even if it’s like this… even if it’s like this–!!” Yamanlana got off the stone bed, staggered towards the High Priest under another light source, “But you…”

“Betrayal, despair… are what you need.” The High Priest closed the book in his hands, slowly saying, “And now the anger… even hatred. You need these, Yamanlana, without these, you’d only be half.”

She clenched her fists tightly, nails digging deeply into her palms, hoarsely said, “I now still feel sorrow… So, in the end, am I just your experiment like my mother was?!”

“Can’t say that.” The High Priest shook his head, “Your mother, strictly speaking, was also my daughter… she was actually quite perfect, unfortunately, she learned about love too early. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to stop her from feeling this most beautiful human emotion; when it arose in her from your mother, I was even quite delighted to see it—that proved your mother’s rapid growth, beyond my expectations. I was actually quite happy, or I wouldn’t have allowed her to be with your father… and then there was you.”

Yamanlana lowered her head, her voice mournful, “In the end, she still died… transformed into a monster, into sand right before our eyes.”

“That was your mother’s choice, Yamanlana.” The High Priest stood up, “I never restricted her, even when she chose to confront me in this manner, I didn’t stop her… all of my love and hope for her, I’ve given to her. Just as I have given them to you… Yamanlana, you long for the outside world, don’t you? You’ve always longed for it, now, your chance has come again.”

Yamanlana’s body suddenly trembled.

The High Priest smiled slightly at this moment, gently clapping his hands… the surroundings instantaneously brightened—the room no longer in darkness finally showcased everything within it.

Metal walls, metal floor—everything here was made of metal, appearing as a crystallization of human technological civilization.

“Here…” Yamanlana looked incredulously at everything around—this was a place even she had never been before.

A huge multi-screen monitor and control console in front, along with various devices—everything was far more advanced than the things she had seen hidden behind the walls in the temple.

“Why is it that these are not all your dreams come true?”

“You… when did you build this place?” Yamanlana frowned slightly, her voice terrifyingly deep.

“Been building this place all along, started a long, long time ago.” The High Priest slowly said, “Before you, before your mother.”

“You’ve always…” Yamanlana gritted her teeth, angrily said, “Always grasped so much outside technology, why… why only give me the most ordinary things! They can’t cause any significant damage to outside monsters… you clearly, clearly have this technology, clearly can more effectively combat monsters… why? Why still watch the residents of the City of the Sun facing the longest night each year… why still let so many people die! So many lives—!”

“These are not important, Yamanlana.” The High Priest shook his head: “Human life ends regardless, whether of natural old age or dying in disasters, the process is different, but for me… the result is the same—which is enough—but you are different, Yamanlana, you are special, different from everyone here. I have said, all my love and expectations have been given to you… now, it’s your time to leave here.”

“What?”

The High Priest waved his hand, the screen behind him suddenly lit up—the multiple screens eventually formed a complete image… In the Royal Palace corridor, Her Royal Highness Princess Yamarna is heading to Pharaoh’s chamber with the Little Maid.

“This is…” Yamanlana’s gaze showed surprise, instinctively stepping back, “She… she is…”

“I have prepared you a genuine identity.” The High Priest smiled slightly at this moment, waved his hand again, the metal floor beside Yamanlana suddenly opened, a cylindrical platform slowly rose, it had some clothes… modern clothes on it.

Yamanlana looked blankly at the clothes on the platform.

“From now on, this identity officially belongs to you.” The High Priest said softly: “These clothes, you’ll never need to take them off again… after leaving here, you’ll be the real Claudia. I said this is what you’ve longed for.”

Princess Yamanlana subconsciously reached her hand towards the clothes on the platform… shoes, her gaze showing a struggle, silent.

At this time, a vibration came—within this metal room, the vibration was not obvious, yet enough to attract the attention of the two—especially the High Priest.

He turned back and glanced at the screen… the scene shifted, revealing the outside of the Temple.

The perimeter of the temple under the night was now filled with killing intent… a figure draped in gray beast pelts was now killing his way in, the sparks from the gun in his hand causing the flesh and blood bodies to fall easily—even if these flesh and blood bodies belonged to the White-robed Guards of the temple who were one in a hundred.

“This is…” Yamanlana’s face slightly changed.

The High Priest pondered: “Hmm… this mouse finally willing to show itself… hiding for so long, seems it’s no longer able to hold back.”

Saying that, the High Priest shook his head, opened the metal room’s exit, and walked out.

Before leaving, he looked at Princess Yamanlana and said: “I hope when I return, you’ve dressed… I will open the door for you to leave.”

The metal room’s door closed silently, leaving Princess Yamanlana standing before the cylindrical platform, silently bowing her head… her arms still blood-soaked.

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Royal Palace, where Pharaoh resides.

The palace’s master slowly stood up from the steps at this moment, walked step by step down the steps… walked to the young guard in front who had listened to him speak many things.

“Seems like you have made a decision.” Boss Luo said calmly.

The Pharaoh of the palace said: “Yes.”

“Let’s start… you will get what you desire.” Boss Luo waved his hand, a sheepskin scroll directly appeared before the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh stared deeply at the floating sheepskin scroll in front, “This time I will not…”

The low whispers gradually became inaudible… at this moment the Pharaoh fiercely inserted his finger into his left eye, digging out his left eye!