Picking up the oil lamp, whether casually or carefully, always gave Princess a very strange feeling—as if someone were telling her, Take this oil lamp with you. Perhaps it will bring you good luck.
Princess shook her head, inwardly dismissing the ridiculous thought... She set down the oil lamp, then turned and walked toward the door.
Yet just as she was about to leave the bedroom, Princess suddenly turned back. Without a second thought, she hung the oil lamp from her belt like an ornament.
The oil lamp was not large. In fact, it was rather delicate... Hanging at her waist, it looked somewhat unusual, but not enough to draw attention. Besides, once Princess gathered her cloak around herself, the oil lamp was hidden from view.
"Your Highness?" The little maid did not understand Princess's actions.
"It's nothing." Princess said calmly, "Let's go. I'll meet with the Pharaoh first."
She had actually wanted to call him Father—but it had turned into Pharaoh.
Ibn felt that the so-called "eye" knocked down by the Night Watcher was probably quite valuable. So he paid no attention to the Night Watcher's rather contemptuous gaze, stuffed the "eye" called a drone into his clothes, and planned to take it out and fool someone with it after leaving the royal palace.
There were still quite a few collectors in the city... No one had ever seen something like this. It was guaranteed to sell for a fortune!
At the thought, Ibn could not help laughing aloud, as if he could already see a crowd of rich young masters whose families had money to burn.
"Right, you said this is the High Priest's eye?" Ibn remembered what the Night Watcher had said and asked curiously, "How did you know?"
The Night Watcher ignored Ibn and gradually