Chapter 1194 The World of Games (Middle)

   Severus drew the dagger out of a humanoid clay pot, and the black, thick, pitch-like liquid immediately gushed out.

   "Oh, Paracelsus, what does this smell like!" Gonsai kept retching his nose.

"The viscera of the crocodile." Prince Eugene said. "Sailors will take out the viscera of the crocodile, make a mummy and stuff a stone in it, as a ballast, so that the boat will not capsize in the water and be taken out. The internal organs will not be thrown away directly, they will be stored in such a jar."

   "Can't you smell that smell?" Gon Saiyi said in a huff with a bubble curse covering his head.

   Eugene did not answer him.

  "I never imagined that one day I would be jealous of a ghost with no sense of smell."

   "Be careful." Severus said, "There is something wrong with the water."

  The black liquid flowing out of the jar was not like stagnant water as before, but was continuously deformed by an invisible force.

   "Two brothers share a cake, and eight brothers share a cake. The cake is definitely different." Prince Eugene said, "The fewer crocodiles left, the stronger it is."

  Gon Saiyi used his patron saint to try to push back the thing that was about to come out of the water, but his macaw was afraid of something in the black water, and didn't dare to fly too close.

  Severus turned the wand around his head, and soon a white swan flew out from the end of the wand, and the two birds combined their efforts to force it back.

   "Your patron saint has changed." Prince Eugene looked at Severus "I remember it turned out to be a deer."

   "It has nothing to do with you." Severus said coldly.

  Eugène looked at Gonsey, who was looking at Severus thoughtfully from behind.

   "Let's go." Prince Eugene said, leaving the exhibition hall first.

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   "Fox? What do you call the bird of immortality?" Hathor stared at the bird that was golden red like a flame.

   "No, we call it Phoenix, Fox is its name." Pomona said.

   "Is it your god?" Hathor asked.

   "No, this is its nickname." Pomona said carefully, "It's Dumbledore's pet."

   Hathor opened his eyes in shock.

   "Humans are incredible, you dare to use this kind of undead bird as pets."

"Well~, you really should look at the attitude of humans towards cats." Pomona said with a smirk. "I have read in a book. The phoenix seems to be a kind of alchemy product, because it is not like the basilisk in nature. Natural enemies."

   "Do you want to talk to me about this?" Hathor looked at Pomona.

   "What would ordinary women want to talk to you?" Pomona said weakly.

"They will ask me what kind of person they fit well, when will they meet that person, and sometimes a kid will ask me if his beloved girl is interested in him." Hathor smiled and shook his head. "These Little fool."

  "Is the horoscope really accurate?" Pomona asked with interest.

   "What do you want to divination?"

   "Is this a stupid question?"

"What do you think?"

   "You should tell me the origin of the phoenix." Pomona said helplessly.

   "Why should I tell you?" Hathor asked.

"what do you want?"

   "I smell the scent of food, what did you bring?" Hathor pointed to Pomona's flannel pocket.

So Pomona generously took out the food she brought with her, and put her picnic blanket and the wine brought from the winery on the blanket by the way. Hathor picked up the wine bottle directly and faced it. Drink from the mouth of the bottle.

   "Huh." After drinking a bottle of wine, "Ton Ton Ton", Hattor used his hand as a fan and kept fanning himself "It's so delicious, do you still have it?"

  Pomona took out another bottle. This time Hathor was not so impatient. She waited for Pomona to pour the wine into the glass and began to peck gracefully.

   "I'm so sorry, I am so simple here." Hathor said apologetically, "No one has sacrificed to me for many years."

   "It's okay." Pomona gave Hattor a luxurious pillow filled with dried evening primrose flowers and bought in Venice. "Lie on it and talk, it's very comfortable."

  The Egyptian beauty lay languidly on the pillow, her gestures were elegant and charming, just like the oil paintings hanging on the walls of the Louvre.

  Don't say it's a man, even Pomona, who is a woman, couldn't help but be moved. No wonder Ramses II would call her "My Peerless Beauty".

   "This is life." Hathor fondlely moved the silk fabric "I miss it so much."

   "Now can you tell me what Bennu is from?" Pomona asked quickly while Hathor was in a good mood.

"In the myths recorded by the priests, Benu created himself from the flames of a holy tree burning in the sanctuary of the sun **** Ra’s temple, but I heard that it was born from Nunn at the beginning of chaos. It came out of the first rock." Hathor took a sip of wine, then picked up a strawberry pie and ate it "Do you know what Nunn is?"

   "I've heard of it." Pomona said calmly, "We call it the Sea of ​​Chaos."

   "If alchemy is the art of water and fire, then the phoenix you call is created by alchemy, but not by humans."

   "I understand." Pomona said with a smile, "It's like the difference between 3-methoxy-4-hydroxybenzaldehyde and natural vanillin."

   "What does that mean?" Hathor asked in confusion.

   "I don't know how to say it." Pomona wanted to cry without tears. "I am more and more like Severus."

   "What's so bad about this?" Hathor asked.

   "He is the least popular teacher in the school." Pomona pointed to her nose "I am very popular with students!"

   "But I think a lot of students like him now."

   "I know, this is the annoying place." Pomona drank a sip of wine. "Even the house elves listen to him, obviously I treat them better."

   "Are you jealous?"

   "No!" Pomona denies, "How can I be jealous of the snot."

  Hatol looked at her with his chin.

   "Well, I'm a little jealous." Pomona waved her hand. "Even Trelawney has admirers, why don't I?"

   "Me too." Hathor shook his head, "Why so many people look at Venus, it is obvious that I am also the **** of love."

  "You mean Venus with Broken Arm?" Pomona said in a daze.

   "There is also the statue of the Victory Goddess, which is so tattered that it is so beautiful." Hathor pouted and said jealously.

"They don't smile at them like the Mona Lisa." Pomona put an almond cookie in her mouth and chewed. "You can't even see a smile. What are they doing around them? The mystery of the Mona Lisa. Smile, I don’t think it’s mysterious at all, she just wants to attract attention, if any woman would smile at my husband for no reason..."

   "Slap her in the face!" Hathor said violently.

   "No." Pomona said pretentiously, "It's too uncivilized to do this."

   "So you have to let that woman smile at your husband, keep his eyes on her, and think of her all the time?" Hattor asked mockingly.

   Pomona sullen her face and dries the wine in the glass.

"If a cat wants to steal the meal I cooked, I won't say'please' to it." Hathor raised his eyebrows, with a feminine look. "Of course he used something in hand to drive him away." ."

   "Pharaoh has so many concubines, Nefertari is not jealous at all?" Pomona asked.

   "The Pharaoh needs to establish his own authority. Some people think that success is even if there are more women and more children." Hathor said tiredly, "That is his job need."

   "I can't accept this." Pomona frowned in disgust.

"The king, the pharaoh, and the emperor all need heirs. In the old days, the king's heirs needed mothers and noble births. This rule made many ambitious people cut off their ideas. Later, as long as they were legal, whether their births were noble It doesn’t matter, the origin of the harem battle is largely derived from this.” Hathor sneered, “Louis XV’s mistresses all chose the wrong enemy, and they competed with Pompidou for the position of first mistress. You should find a way to become legal wives, so that the children they give birth will also have the right to inherit. The little Cleopatra is actually very clever. Napoleon promised her that as long as she can give birth to a child, he will Divorced Josephine."

   "Then he promised to marry that little Cleopatra?" Pomona asked.

   "Guess." Hathor asked with a smile.

   "It's hard to believe." Pomona shook her head and put the wine glass on her lips. "Who would believe such a man's nonsense?"

"A man who can embrace the world spiritually, but does not have the ability given by nature, then everything he does is empty talk." Hathor stared at Pomona and drank. "Napoleon is eager to prove his ability in this area, you 'S husband is really willing to give up his heir?"

  Pomona did not answer her.

   "Look, this is why women can never be friends with women, especially young women and'old women'." Hathor sneered.

  "How much is the love between Nefertari and Pharaoh?" Pomona asked.

  "She will always be his favorite. Her tomb is the largest and most spectacular and part of the work of the pharaoh." Hathor sighed, "work is the love of the pharaoh."

  "I thought...building the pyramid is a waste of people and money." Pomona asked in confusion.

  "Do you think that modern people build so many buildings to waste the people and money?" Hathor asked.

   "Oh~" Pomona realized.

“Building pyramids and tombs can create employment opportunities. In order to realize these buildings, Egyptian talents have invented so many machines, and there are all kinds of fantastic ideas that modern people can’t imitate. Why do you think that building pyramids is detrimental to national power? "Hator asked strangely.

   "I just heard people say that."

  "Use your own brain when listening to others say this. I think you are very smart." Hathor said.

   "No, I'm not smart." Pomona closed her eyes and chewed on strawberry pie. "I am sleepy and hungry now. Should I go to bed or eat before I go to bed?"

  (End of this chapter)