My XX deal with Sister Nero

This is not surprising. After all, her brother, who is also her man, was the previous Pharaoh of Egypt, who was killed by his own ministers. If it were not for revenge, Neto would not have chosen to inherit the throne of Pharaoh.

So compared to the other two pharaohs, Nito was not very willing to revive Egypt. She wanted to travel around the world more.

Why can it be resurrected?

What about Ramses II and Cleopatra VII? One of them was a pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty of Egypt, and the other was a pharaoh of the Ptolemaic Dynasty. In terms of seniority, the two of them had to hold their noses and call Cleopatra "ancestor". In terms of power, the three of them were even equal. Who could control her?

La Er was quite straightforward. Since he couldn't control him, he just ignored him as long as he didn't cause any trouble for himself.

As mentioned before, La II's military capability is just so-so. Now the two legion commanders opposite him have become serious, which means that this war of Egyptian revival... is not so easy to fight.

Chapter 228 Brain Pad Waves... Ugh, the pressure on my head is a bit high

Nitocris was the last pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty of Egypt. He reigned for two years. His title is unknown. His reign was roughly in the 22nd century BC, in other words, about two thousand years before Nero's reign.

In the 22nd century BC, although Egypt had already formed a rigorous social structure, its productivity was far behind that of the Roman Empire more than years later.

Its level of development may not even be as high as that of the current Celtic tribes.

Moreover, Egypt under Neto is facing a series of crises.

Pepi II, the third to last king of the Sixth Dynasty of Egypt, is also the longest-reigning king known to the world. He ascended the throne at the age of six and reigned for ninety-four years. During his ninety-four years of rule, the first part was fine, but in the last few decades of his rule, as the royal power was gradually weakened, Egypt was even in a state of anarchy. Under such circumstances, Pepi II died.

After Pepi II's death, his son, Nemtimsaf II, succeeded to the throne. However, this king was simply unable to deal with the current situation in Egypt, so he lost his life in a political assassination after just over a year in office.

After the death of Nemtim Saf II, the whole of Egypt faced an embarrassment, that is, it was unable to find a new king who could win the support of the people.

Yes, that's right, Nemtimtsaf II had a son, but the ministers who held real power felt that the prince could not convince the people. After many mediation talks, these powerful ministers finally reached a tacit consensus and nominated Nitocris, Nemtimtsaf II's wife and sister, and Pepi II's daughter, to inherit the throne.

And Nito was indeed a ruthless person. After she succeeded to the throne, she lurked for two years and paralyzed those powerful ministers. Then one day, she summoned these ministers to a banquet in an underground palace. Then after the banquet began, Nito walked out of the crowd, left the palace, opened the water valve of the palace, and the water poured into the palace, drowning all the ministers.

That’s right, this is the origin of the prototype of Swimsuit Nito’s treasure “Wash away the filth, beautiful blue Nile”.

After Neto came to power, although she fulfilled her duties as pharaoh conscientiously, her fundamental purpose was revenge.

After all, from the time Neto was born to his death, throughout Egypt...all she could see were the ugly and dirty faces of these powerful officials.

In order to avoid being defiled, Nieto even chose a dusty room and ended his life there.

So now, after his resurrection, why would Nito want to revive Egypt? Is he trying to create a bunch of powerful officials to disgust himself?

Ramses II and Cleopatra VII were both pharaohs who came to power after Neto's death. They knew a lot about Neto's life, so the two pharaohs did not force Neto to stay. As long as Neto did not interfere with their affairs, they let her go.

However... compared with Egypt two thousand years ago, Egypt under Roman rule two thousand years later was indeed more prosperous than Neto had expected.

"It looks like... everyone has a smile on their face. Does this mean that for everyone, life under Roman rule... doesn't seem to be bad?" Walking on the road, Neto looked at the surrounding buildings curiously while carefully observing the pedestrians on the street.

Neto did not care much about power. After all, her father, her husband, and even herself, three pharaohs, had little power. It can only be said that she had the awareness of a pharaoh. She cared about the people's livelihood, and even after the Nile flood was over, she would go to the fields to farm herself.

So in her opinion, no matter who rules Egypt, as long as everyone has clothes to wear and food to eat, it doesn't matter who rules, not to mention that the people walking on the street now still have smiles on their faces.

"Fortunately, I still have some money on me." Before going out, Ramses II specially prepared a small handbag for Neto, which contained some Roman currency of that era for Neto's expenses on the road. As for whether he would be robbed on the road... what a joke, who has the ability to snatch money from a heroic spirit?

"It is said that there is a lighthouse in Alexandria. It is the tallest building in the world built under the order of Ptolemy II. Well, I think it is necessary to go and see it." Neto muttered as he walked towards the direction of the Lighthouse of Alexandria.

However, after walking out for about half an hour, Neto felt a little reluctant to leave.

"It's really hot today." He looked up at the sky. The sun... did not give any face to the goddess of the sky. The scorching sun was burning the earth, forcing Nieto to make a temporary decision to find a place to avoid the heat.

"Forget it, it's almost lunch time anyway, so I might as well find a place to eat something." Neto muttered as he walked to the center of the city, ready to find a small shop to eat something.

Speaking of which, at a time when almost everything in Egypt, from people to buildings to clothing, has been Romanized or Hellenized, only the food still retains the original Egyptian style. This food style has continued from the Sixth Dynasty more than two thousand years ago to the present!

"Well, one serving of hummus, one bowl of jute and chicken soup, one serving of honey and red date cake, and one beer." Sitting in the shop, Nieto held a menu and said to a slave standing next to him.

"Okay." After taking the menu from Nieto, the young man, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, bowed respectfully and ran towards the kitchen.

So, when our Royal Highness Prince Odeni walked downstairs stretching and staggering to eat something, what came into his sight was the legendary last female pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty who was sitting there eating and drinking without any image.

"???"

Subconsciously turning his head to look around and making sure there was no ambush, Tony rubbed his eyes and stared at Nito.

What the hell? !

Why is one of the three rebel leaders in Upper Egypt here? Is he here to ambush me?

Not like that. The way she was eating, it was obvious that she was really hungry. She was eating just like Altria. It didn't look like she was pretending!

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Seeing his own prince standing at the stairs in a daze, Tony came up quietly from behind and asked in a low voice.

"Ahem, well, Sister Mary, let's talk, but you're standing behind me. You're taller than me, and now you're bending over. I'm feeling a bit stressed."

Feeling the rumored brain wave, Tony coughed lightly, and then said: "Nothing, I just... saw a familiar one."

PS: I really like Egyptian food. It's not about whether it tastes good or not, but... I don't need to look up anything. Think about it, ancient China is easy, after all, you are Chinese, and you can still find some keywords to look up food from thousands of years ago, but what about Europe? If you are not bad, you may not even know what modern Europeans eat. It's even more difficult to do it in ancient times, so there are some foods that I can't find and can only guess. But Egyptians are different, because from 5,000 years ago to the present, to the 21st century, the Egyptian diet has not changed much, which is still pretty good.

Chapter 229: Is it a big deal to be rich?

"One?" Facing Tony, whose quantifiers were already a little broken, Mary was a little dazed, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"Ahem, what I mean is that my head is under a lot of pressure right now." Tony coughed lightly, a little embarrassed.

"Ah..." Mary subconsciously took two steps to the side, blushing and lowering her head, she said, "Your Highness... I'm really sorry, Second Young Master."

"It's okay." Tony waved his hand. It was undeniable that leather armor was much better than iron armor. At least... Mary had been wearing iron guards armor before, and Tony really didn't know Mary's breasts... ahem.

Well, the focus is wrong.

Turning his head to look at Mary and the two bodyguards following behind him, Tony thought about it, but ultimately did not say that the brown-skinned girl who was eating happily not far ahead was one of the three resurrected pharaohs.

"What are you planning to eat?" Seeing Tony and his group staggering down from upstairs, a young man dressed as a servant quickly stepped forward and came to Tony and asked.

"What do you want to eat?" Tony thought for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Mary, then said, "You order."

Tony was neither European nor Egyptian in his previous life, and he has never been to Egypt in this life. So who knows what there is to eat in Egypt.

"Ah... yes, sir." Mary nodded, and took Tony and others to sit down at a table not far from Nitocris. She took the menu from a servant, ordered some food according to Tony's taste, and then handed the menu back to the servant.

"Master, is there something wrong with that person?" As a captain of the royal guard, Mary was naturally very good at observing people's words and expressions. While ordering the dishes, Tony had already glanced at Nieto no less than seven or eight times. Not to mention Mary, even Ola noticed that her highness was somewhat concerned about the brown-skinned girl.

"This person... looks very much like someone I know." Tony nodded at Mary and said.

Mary certainly didn't know what His Highness was saying. He was obviously a typical Upper Egyptian. And His Highness? Although he had wandered around, he had basically only wandered around Macedonia and Greece. How could His Highness, who had never been to Egypt, have a brown-skinned acquaintance?

Still? You can tell from the skin that they don't look alike, okay?

But His Highness was clearly lying and not telling the truth, so what could Mary say? She couldn't expose the lie of her own Highness, could she?

"Huh?" Looking at the people at the table next to him, Neto clearly noticed that this group of people were a little different from the other diners around them.

Although most of the girls were wearing mercenary uniforms, it was obvious that these people were almost secretly surrounding the little boy. This either meant that the boy was a detained person or a protected person.

Judging from the fact that these women were very respectful to the little boy...it should be the latter.

As for why they wear mercenary armor, it must be because they don’t want to attract attention, right?

There are guards and a little maid who looks like a personal attendant. Well, this little boy must have a serious identity.

Although it has been basically confirmed that Tony is the son of a high-ranking official of the Roman Empire, Neto was only a little curious about him and did not want to do anything to him.

As the capital of the Egyptian province and the back garden of the Roman emperor, Alexandria has quite good public security. At least you won't encounter any robberies on the streets or in roadside shops. But... the children of officials... the security forces can't do anything about it.

"Tsk, Upper Egyptians?" Just when Tony started eating, several young men in togas walked into the shop with arrogant looks on their faces, spat at the brown-skinned Nitocris, and said with some disgust.

"You lowly fellows, the Empire provides you with food and clothing, and you lowly bastards have the nerve to betray the Empire?"

A young man with a pale face sat down at an empty table in the store while cursing and looked at Nitocris with some disdain.

"You..." Nitocris opened her mouth and wanted to curse back subconsciously, but then she changed her mind and thought, from the Romans' perspective, this seemed to be the case?

Although the Roman Empire occupied Egypt, the Romans did not do anything excessive to Egypt.

Then Upper Egypt rebelled.

You know what, if Neto herself was a Roman, she might have cursed at the Upper Egyptians when she saw them.

So in the end, Nieto didn't say a word.

But what Neto didn't expect was that her action of opening her mouth just now seemed to be an inexplicable provocation in the eyes of these Romans in togas.

"What? Any objections?" One of the Roman youths slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Nieto and said with disdain: "You lowly Upper Egyptian, do you believe that I will let the sheriff arrest you right now?"

"Is this guy poisonous?" Tony frowned as he looked at the young man in the toga. Is he a brainless villain in a novel or a rich second-generation with a hole in his brain? He didn't say anything, so why did you start to mock him?

Nito frowned, looked at the young men who were glaring at her, took a deep breath and said slowly: "Although I am an Upper Egyptian, and although a rebellion is breaking out in Upper Egypt, but... not every Upper Egyptian wants to rebel, right?"

"Oh? You really have an opinion?" Listening to Nito's dignified rebuttal, the young man walked up to Nito with a heartless step, gently knocked on Nito's desk, and said, "You bastard, are you qualified to refute what I just said?"

"That's too much, brother." Tony didn't say much at first, but when the word "bastard" came out, Tony subconsciously frowned and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

For some reason, Tony hates it when people scold women. Of course, Tony won't bother to pay attention to those who deserve to be scolded, and may even curse back. But if there is a girl who has done nothing wrong and you still go up and scold her, that would be a bit too much.

What's more, he cursed so dirty.

"Who are you?" Looking at Tony, who looked like a commoner, the young man snorted and muttered, "Why do you want to mess with me, even a little brat?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you've gone too far." Tony shook his head and said.

"Hey, it's none of your business!" The young man sneered, glanced at the group of female guards dressed as mercenaries around Tony, and said with a smile: "What? Do you think you are so great just because you have some money at home? Do you want to meddle in my business?"

Chapter 230: The second generation of officials and... the second generation of rich people?

"Sorry, money really can do anything you want." Hearing the young man's question, Tony subconsciously continued the joke.

"Heh." The young man sneered, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Tony subconsciously followed up on this joke because of the saying that the family has some rich money, but the young man in front of him didn't think so.

The aristocracy system had just been reformed, the war was not over yet, and the military nobility had not yet risen. In the current empire, the so-called nobility still referred to the former knight class. Although these knights no longer had private armies, as nobles, they had to have some dignity, right? I couldn't have private armies, but I could have some guards, right?

Because most of these knights had certain occupations and power in the Roman government or the Senate, the armor worn by their guards was generally the standard armor of the Roman Empire.

In addition to these knights, there are also some wealthy people who, in order to protect their lives and property, will hire a group of people to protect themselves. Because these wealthy people have no way and cannot get standard armor, their guards are mostly mercenaries, and the armor they wear is naturally of various kinds.

It was for this reason that the young man mistook Tony for the young master of a wealthy family.

A wealthy family? A young master? So what? The young man sneered. His father was the governor of Alexandria! The young men with him were even more extraordinary. The elders in their families had at least provincial-level official positions.

It doesn't take any effort to deal with a rich second-generation like you.

"Now, I give you two choices. Either get out of here, or I'll let the sheriff take you out of here."

"You..." Hearing that the young man was speaking rudely, Mary subconsciously raised her eyebrows and was about to stand up and have a good talk with the young man.

"Sister Mary, don't get excited." Tony patted Mary's hand gently, signaling her to stay calm. "Don't cause trouble in other people's stores. I don't want to have compensation or something like that as part of my expenses."

"Yes, sir." Mary nodded and said to Tony.

On the other hand, the young man did not seem to intend to cause trouble in the store. Although he was the son of an official, the store was not too far from the Governor's Mansion. If he really caused trouble and the Governor blamed him, his father would probably give him a good beating.

Forget it, let's just spare these bastards for now. Once they're all out, I'll send someone to deal with them.

And just like that, in an eerie silence, both sides chose temporary peace.

"Thank you." Looking at Tony, who was lowering his head and carefully tasting the hummus in his bowl, Nieto nodded to express his gratitude.

"Ah, you're welcome. My name is...Kwild. Thank you for your guidance." Tony coughed lightly and said.

Although the name Tony is a more popular name two thousand years later, in this era, the only Roman named Tony seems to be Prince Odenis. As for the family name Claudius, it cannot be reported, and Germanicus... this typical noble title cannot be reported either, so Tony simply reported a pseudonym.

"Ah...Kveld, nice name. Well, my name is Menkara, hello." Nito smiled at Tony and said.

Menkara? Tony curled his lips secretly. This name was obviously a fake one.

But in fact, Tony guessed wrong this time.

As we all know, the last female pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty of Egypt was named Nitocris, which was actually her name of Horus.

, or her name in history, and Menkara was her Ra name, the name given to her at birth.

Tony didn't know that the ancient Egyptian kings had a so-called quintuple naming system, which meant that a king had five names, namely the Horus name, the names of the two goddesses, the Golden Horus name, the royal name, and the Ra name.

There is no need to say much about the name Wang. This name is the same as North Korea's three fat generals. It is nothing more than all kinds of bragging, such as great and awesome. The reason why it looks like a foreign name is because Chinese has always adopted transliteration for these names. For example, Mr. White is generally transliterated as Mr. White in Chinese, and will not be translated as Mr. White.

Menkaure is the Ra name of Nitocris, and the Ra name is also a symbol of the Egyptian royal family. After all, the Ra name represents one's identity as the son of Ra and the identity of the pharaoh. In Egypt, not everyone is qualified to call himself the son of Ra.

It's like in ancient China, if anyone dared to call himself the Son of Heaven on the street, he would probably be killed on the spot by the patrolmen as soon as he finished speaking.

But Egypt has been destroyed for almost a hundred years, and now the Romans are in charge of Egypt. How many Romans know what the name Menkaure means?

Apart from those historians, few people know about it.