As a person who sneaked in with a fake identity, Jon was not worried that he would have any major problems.
Unless it was a very big problem with etiquette, no one would see through it. He just had to find his position before getting off the carriage. After all, there were different classes among the nobles. If he found his position, it would not be easy to see through him.
He was not too worried about this problem.
Being able to successfully sneak in meant that someone had opened a back door for him, and the person who could open a back door at this time was definitely not ordinary. There was a high probability that it was Osiris, but opening a back door at this time was a bad thing for him, unless he was not the ultimate winner of the whole operation.
If Osiris was not the winner, who was the final instigator?
There was no answer to this question for the time being, but the final instigator should be very close to Osiris, so much so that Osiris became his substitute.
But it seemed. Some of the plans, Osiris himself did not quite agree with.
The gloomy atmosphere around him was getting heavier and heavier, and Jon began to hear voices coming from all directions. These voices were coming from all around him, and should be coming from other carriages.
Originally, the carriage could have shielded him a little, but now in this place, it was no longer possible.
Especially when the carriage had stopped.
The dark atmosphere peeked in from all directions, and he did not know what kind of terrifying monster was the source.
When the carriage stopped again, Jon knew that he had to get off.
Since they had arrived at this place, it meant that they were not too far away from their final destination, and the final place they were going to was the palace. If they did not get off here, it would be rude.
If they were to behave rudely in this place, there was only one word for it, death.
He took a deep breath, and a few breaths after the monster driver opened the curtain, he got off the carriage.
In such an environment, the gloves on his hands naturally appeared, but they were not the style of gloves.
Instead, they were some kind of … cloth wrapped around his hands?
The red string tied around his wrist also silently blended into the strips of cloth and became one. A few precious gems appeared on his neck and head the moment he got out of the car.
He looked like a real young noble. Under the effect of these gems, no one could see his face clearly.
The attendant who had been waiting in front of the carriage didn't show any signs of impatience, as if he was welcoming a real noble. When Jon came down, the attendant revealed a charming smile.
"Lord Priest, please follow me."
With this short sentence, Jon quickly determined his current location and identity.
He glanced behind him and looked at the number of carriages behind him, as well as the number of carriages in front of him. He did some calculations and quickly came to a conclusion based on his current identity as a shaman.
He was probably a mid-level noble, not a high priest.
Ancient Egypt's aristocracy was very strange. The pharaoh ruled the country, and then there were the many ministers of the country. The aristocracy … did not show much power and status. It just evolved according to the status of these ministers. If their positions were good, then the corresponding status would rise.
In this small world, it was obviously the same. After all, gods were a minority. Although other lives in the world had magical powers, they were also restricted in the kingdom of God.
This was the kingdom of the ancient Egyptian gods.
The danger had only just begun.
As Jon moved forward, he gradually met other nobles.
These nobles were men and women, and each of them was dressed very delicately. But Jon could see that under their delicate appearance, there was a very strong dark aura.
Among them, there was no lack of people like Jon who used special means to cover their faces.
At this point, they stopped moving forward for a while.
Because there were guards from the Imperial Palace checking people's identities.
Although he knew that he had a pass made by Osiris, Jon couldn't help but feel nervous.
But fortunately, the check was much simpler than he thought.
It was also because he had neglected his current identity. With the status of an ancient Egyptian priest, he would not be treated too rudely.
After all, no matter which temple the priest was from, he had the ability to reach the heavens. If such an ability was used well, he would soon be appreciated by the superiors. Moreover, the gloves on Jon's hands showed his identity.
A temple that worshiped Osiris's hands when he was alive was definitely not to be underestimated. This was the underworld.
And the king was Hades.
But after the check, it was not the most important thing. He needed to get into his proper position. But it was Jon's first time here, so he didn't know what his position was.
As for the attendant who had led him in earlier, he had no idea where he had gone after he entered the room.
"Sir, are you lost?"
A woman's delicate voice sounded in his ear. Jon turned his head and looked. It was a very beautiful woman with a strange fragrance, like rosin.
"Thank you for your concern, but I just suddenly wanted to stand here."
Jon felt that the position he was standing in was not in the way, so he didn't feel that the woman was just purely concerned.
In the face of such sudden kindness, the biggest solution was to ignore her.
The woman obviously saw Jon's intention to reject her, so she didn't pester him. She just smiled and walked forward.
Jon still waited in the same place, waiting for the people coming in to suddenly become fewer. Then he waved over a servant and explained his intentions.
The servant was a little strange, but there were often such people among the nobles. It was not particularly special to deliberately find some ways to make things difficult for the servants for fun.
Besides, it was just leading the way. It was not appropriate to say that they were making things difficult.
Jon followed the servant, shuttling through the darkness, and walked to the final destination, an extremely spacious hall.
Many of the nobles who had been interrogated with him outside had already found a place to sit down, and some of them had already started eating the meat.
Their posture was very elegant.
Jon looked around, but did not find the female noble who had just spoken to him. He did not deliberately look for her, but quietly found a seat that was not eye-catching and sat down.
Now, he just had to wait.
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