Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 41 [The Pharaoh of the New Era]

Late night falls.

In a low-rise house on the outskirts of Cairo.

The dim light from the oil lamp illuminated the empty room. Errol Ismail, a bearded man wearing a gray robe, was sitting at a shabby desk, writing furiously.

The small room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Errol is 26 years old this year and is in the prime of his life. As early as when he was 16 years old, he was sent to study in Europe by his father, who was a businessman.

There, he learned many progressive ideas and witnessed the prosperity of the powerful countries and the backwardness of his own country.

From then on, he made up his mind.

To save your country.

It would be best if this country could escape from ignorance, backwardness and poverty and become one of the great powers.

At least the Arab world should have its own manager, and Egypt should have a strong leader, and it would be best if that leader was him.

These are Errol's ambitions, of course.

His biggest goal was to completely free his country from the colonial British Empire, and he did so with great passion and patriotism.

As soon as Errol returned to his country, he threw himself into the patriotic movement.

as early as a few years ago.

Under pressure from all sides, this golden land successfully got rid of its colonial status and won independence.

Although there are still foreign forces present and it is also in a feudal period ruled by the king, it doesn't matter.

Errol believed that the country would get better and better as long as it was freed from its colonial status.

Unfortunately, he is still too naive.

How could the British overlord let go of the country that Errol loved so easily?

Those arrogant and rude Europeans actually wanted to control this land, take away their military and control their wealth.

Errol could no longer tolerate such unfair treatment, and with the instructions of high-ranking officials and nobles.

He led his friends and classmates to take to the streets to protest, demanding that the king reject the unreasonable demands of the British Empire.

Completely regain the country's sovereignty.

In action.

Errol gained more and more supporters with his eloquence and quick thinking, but he knew that just shouting slogans would not work.

If you want to gain independence, it is not as simple as treating someone to a meal. It requires paying the price of blood and fire, and being reborn from the ashes!

Soon, the bloody suppression of the British Empire will come.

Only then will we see whether they can hold on and rely on their unyielding backbone to fight their way through the difficulties.

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 little did he know that his every move had already been betrayed to the British by his compatriots.

British colonists took root here for decades.

They have already taken control of this golden land, or at least of Cairo.

His thinking is still too simple, 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 had bought at a high price.

This proved that he was not one of those foolish idiots who thought that he could soften the hearts of the colonists by protesting alone - only with weapons in hand could he fight against the equally armed bandits.

"Who?"

"Brother, mother asked me to come and bring you food."

A timid female voice appeared. It was the voice of Errol's sister.

Hearing the familiar voice, Errol breathed a sigh of relief and closed the drawer.

He got up and opened the door.

"Shua!" Errol frowned and looked a little unhappy at the girl in a headscarf standing timidly outside the door. "Didn't I tell you not to come to me? It's dangerous."

The little girl was only about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was very afraid of her brother and dared not speak.

She always heard her father and others praise her brother, saying that he would achieve great things in the future and restore the glory of Abe's world.

But why can't my brother be nicer to her?

Seeing that his sister didn't say anything, Errol impatiently took the basket, which was full of food such as cakes.

He drove his sister away and warned her not to come again.

Errol, who had always sacrificed his own family for the sake of everyone else, waited until his sister left before locking the door.

Biting a piece of pancake, he prepared to continue reading late into the night, thinking about the next course of action, how to let those British guys know their firm determination to never give up until they achieve their goal, weigh the pros and cons, and finally take the initiative to loosen the shackles.

But he didn't know that his every move was seen by one person.

"Errol Ismail."

The oil lamp flickered.

Errol suddenly noticed a shadow behind him out of the corner of his eye, and he was startled.

Wait for him to turn around suddenly.

A tall figure, covered in a black robe and with his face covered, was standing in the room, looking down at him.

The shadow of the man in black robe was cast on the wall behind him by the light, like a vampire bat with its wings spread.

This strange scene made Errol's heart skip a beat.

"who are you?"

A cold sweat broke out on Errol's forehead.

He didn't understand how the other party got in, but he knew that the other party definitely had bad intentions.

But before he could grope, he moved his body quietly, looking for an opportunity to take the pistol in the drawer.

The black-robed figure flashed and appeared in front of Errol.

"Hey--!" Errol was horrified and wanted to resist, but he felt that the other party was stronger than ten camels.

The man in black robe stretched out his hand, grabbed Errol's throat, and an unknown object was stuffed into his mouth.

Then he let go of Errol.

"Ahem-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

Errol felt as if he was being fed something, and without caring about the man in black in front of him, he retreated in panic and began to dig his throat, trying to spit out the food by coughing violently, but it was useless.

"Who are you and what did you feed me?"

I watched myself swallowing something and couldn't spit it out.

Errol was sweating profusely.

But he was also a warrior and his mind was still 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 threat of the gun. He stood there, staring at Errol with a pair of light golden emotionless eyes.

Errol couldn't avoid meeting those shining eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

A huge mental shock came.

"Well!"

Errol felt for a moment as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and then his mind became unclear.

Faintly, there was a voice in his ear telling him that the person in front of him was the messenger of the gods and he must not be disrespectful to him.

Errol's originally angry expression turned into a trance, and the pistol in his hand couldn't help but drop a little.

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 want to worship him.

"What you just ate was a blessing from God."

"I come from the land of pillars, from the great council of Pharaoh, and you are the chosen one."

(End of this chapter)