As someone who came in with a false identity, Jon didn't worry about what would happen to him.

Unless it is a very big etiquette issue, it will not be seen by others, as long as you find your own position before getting off the car, after all, there are three or six grades among the nobles, and if you find your own position, it will be less likely to be seen. .

He is not too worried about this problem.

Successfully blending in means that someone opened the back door for him, and the person who can open the back door at this time must not be very ordinary. It is most likely to be the God of Osiris, but opening the back door at this time is itself bad for him. A kind of behavior, unless he is not the ultimate beneficiary of the whole action.

Then Osiris is not a profit, who is the last instigator?

There is no answer to this question for the time being, but this last messenger should be very close to Osiris, so that Osiris has become his nominee.

But it looks like. Osiris himself did not agree with some plans.

The dark atmosphere around him became heavier and heavier, and Jon began to hear the voices of words coming from all directions. These voices were transmitted from the front and back to the left and right of him, and they should come from other carriages.

Originally, the carriage could cover some for him, but now it is no longer able to reach this kind of place.

Especially when the car has stopped.

Those dark auras peeped from all directions, wondering what kind of terrifying monster the source was.

When the car stopped again, Jon knew he was going to get off.

Having already arrived at this kind of place, it means that they will not be too far away from the final destination, and the place they will eventually go is in the palace. If they don't get off the bus, it would be too rude.

If you act rudely in this kind of place, the ending will be only one word, death.

He took a deep breath and got out of the car after the monster coachman raised the curtain for a few breaths.

In such an environment, the gloves on his hand emerged naturally, but they were not in the style of gloves.

It's some kind of...cloth wrapped around your hand?

The red rope tied to his wrist also quietly blended into the cloth strips, mixing them together, and there were a few precious gems on his neck and head as soon as he got out of the car.

It looked like a real young nobleman, under the influence of these gems, no one could see his face clearly.

The waiter who had been waiting in front of the carriage did not show any signs of impatience. It was like welcoming a real nobleman, who usually showed a charming smile when Jon got down.

"Sir, please come with me."

In a short sentence, Jon quickly distinguished his current place and identity.

He glanced back and looked at the number of carriages behind him and the number of carriages staying in front of him. After calculating it, he summarized it based on the identity of his current sacrificial ritual, and quickly came to a conclusion.

About a middle-class nobleman, not a big sacrifice.

The criteria for the division of nobles in ancient Egypt is very strange. They are the country ruled by the pharaohs, and then the many ministers of this country. The nobles... do not show much power and status, it is just these ministers. If their position is good, then the corresponding status will rise.

And in this small world, it's obviously the same. After all, the gods are a minority. Although other beings in the world have magical powers, they are also restricted in the kingdom of gods.

This is the kingdom of the ancient Egyptian gods.

Here, the danger has just begun.

As Jon moved forward, he gradually met other nobles.

There are males and females among these nobles, and everyone is very exquisitely dressed, but Jon can see that under their exquisite appearance, there is a very strong dark atmosphere hidden.

There are also many people who use special methods to cover their faces like Jon.

When they got here, their path came to a halt for the time being.

Because there are guards in the palace who are interrogating people's identities.

Although he knew he had the pass for Osiris, Jon couldn't help but get nervous.

Fortunately, the investigation was much simpler than he thought.

It was also because he ignored his current identity, and with the status of a sacrificial ritual in ancient Egypt, he would never be treated too rudely.

After all, no matter which temple the sacrifices are, they have the ability to reach the heavens. If this ability is used well, it will soon be appreciated by the superiors, not to mention the gloves that Jon wears. His identity.

A temple dedicated to Osiris's hands during his lifetime is definitely not to be underestimated, but here is the underworld.

And that king is Pluto.

It's just that after the investigation, it is not the most important thing. He needs to enter his suitable position, but Jon is here for the first time, and he doesn't know what his position is.

And the waiter who had led him before, after he came in, no longer knew where to go.

"Sir, are you lost?"

The charming voice of the woman rang from his ears, and Jon turned his head to see that she was a very beautiful woman with a strange fragrance, like rosin.

"Thank you for your concern, I just want to stand here suddenly."

Jon consciously stood in a position that was not in the way of others, so he didn't think that the woman was merely caring.

Faced with such sudden kindness, the biggest solution is to ignore her.

The woman obviously saw Jon's refusal, and she didn't get too entangled, she just smiled ~lightnovelpub.net~ and walked forward.

Jon was still waiting where he was. When there were suddenly fewer people coming in, he beckoned to call a waiter to explain what he meant.

The waiter is a bit strange, but there are often such people among the nobles. It is not a special thing to deliberately think of some ways to make the waiter happy.

Besides, it is just leading the way. It is said to make things difficult, but it is actually not suitable.

Jon followed the waiter, shuttled in the darkness, and walked to the final destination, an extremely spacious hall.

Many of the nobles who had been interrogated with him earlier had found their seats and sat down, and some had begun to eat meat with them.

The posture is very elegant.

And Jon looked around for a while, and did not find the female nobleman who had just talked to him. He did not deliberately find someone, but quietly found a less conspicuous place and sat down. .

Now, we have to wait.