Imhotep didn't understand that it only takes one day to learn and comprehend a certain word.
Like'shopaholic'.
He followed Mori Tsukisa and Nagini, who were like sisters, racing through a dazzling array of shops; from leaving in the morning until evening, the three of them hadn't stopped.
The things in his hands also grew more and more.
If Nagini hadn't 'died' once during that time to help share the load, he would now look like a Christmas tree hung with gifts—yes, Christmas tree was also a newly learned word.
The descent of night contrasted with the brilliance of the neon lights in the metropolis; this manifestation of human power now added new splendor. On huge banner LEDs, lines of text advertisements and videos scrolled by, products endorsed by young and beautiful female presenters, charming and cute.
Backpackers, just like Imhotep at noon, marveled in low voices while constantly turning their heads, taking in those unique customs that were rarely seen.
After a day of 'baptism,' Anck-Su-Namun had gradually accepted the life of a modern person. At this moment, she was wearing a pair of expensive black high heels, a black dress that didn't reach her knees paired with stockings, her long hair draped over her front and back, and a luxury brand handbag slung over her arm.
No one would have imagined that this tall, cold, and glamorous woman, as trendy and beautiful as a model, came from three thousand years ago.
"Where else haven't we visited?" Imhotep pounded his waist tiredly. At this moment, the man finally realized how grueling it was to go shopping while stuffed into a suit.
"There's still a lot." Mori Tsukisa pulled Anck-Su-Namun along, humming a song without looking back, the neon lights overhead casting a soft glow on the girl's profile.
The moon tonight was exceptionally clear and bright, and Miss Mori Tsukisa had indeed found a very 'correct' activity to pass the time and the three thousand years of longing and affection these lovers had for each other.
Believe it, current Imhotep definitely didn't want to see Mori Tsukisa and Anck-Su-Namun; he would rather sit in the ice cream shop next door for a while and buy one of those icy things that young men and women look embarrassed eating. Even if it was humiliating, it was better than being worked to death.
"You're immortal, don't make excuses, Imhotep." Anck-Su-Namun's upturned eyes looked over: "Or is it that you've just arrived in modern society and you're already getting tired of me?"
Before the man, who was like a bear hung with gifts, could explain, Anck-Su-Namun began a continuous performance; this felt very familiar to Imhotep... "You've actually grown tired of me."
"By the Sun God! You once killed the Pharaoh for me, yet now you can hardly accompany me through a day's journey; you and I were once lost in the Styx, unseen for three thousand years, and now, you don't even want to look at me again!"
"Lady Witch, is the love between him and me... over?"
Her tearful appearance caused many tourists to look over repeatedly. Mori Tsukisa, not one to shy away from trouble, took Anck-Su-Namun's hand and encouraged her with a determined face: "Sister! You still have me! Without him, we two can also rely on each other, walking slowly through a life full of malice!"
"We will definitely make our lives better and better!"
Imhotep covered his face, following the two drama queens in embarrassment. He even heard someone nearby clapping for Mori Tsukisa's 'passionate and tenacious' speech!
Lady Witch... is toxic.
Insanity is contagious.
The High Priest sighed, thankful that he had escaped unscathed; perhaps in the near future, he would be the only normal one among Lady Witch's Attendants.
After Anck-Su-Namun, eyes brimming with tears, repeatedly thanked those around them, the tall beauty immediately leaned down to Mori Tsukisa's ear to claim credit: "Was it like that?"
Mori Tsukisa nodded, her eyes full of encouragement: "You learn quickly, Anck-Su-Namun. Didn't you see everyone clapping for you?"
Imhotep reached out a hand toward their retreating figures, clenched it twice in the air, and then pulled it back: Don't... don't learn from Lady Witch.
This was what he wanted to tell his lover, but it was probably too late. Meanwhile, the passersby were clearly not reliable either: Didn't you see the things I'm carrying?
Converted into money, these things could buy a whole house here.
Really... Ignoring Imhotep's internal drama, Mori Tsukisa skipped away from the square with Anck-Su-Namun, heading toward another place.
Along the way, a massive shrine came into the trio's view.
It was a dilapidated, long-deserted courtyard.
Decaying leaves and mud were scattered before the main gate, and the brown paint and green roof were peeling and mottled. Looking at the well-arranged gables peeking out from behind the walls, one could vaguely sense the shrine's former glory.
Even in such ruins, it's still very beautiful.
"It must have cost a fortune to renovate back then." Mori Tsukisa remarked casually, but Imhotep stared at it for a long time.
This place... is huge, practically a hidden corner in a bustling city. Such a large area, combined with its location—both prosperous and exceptionally quiet—
In short, the High Priest was very satisfied.
"Lady Witch." He stopped Mori Tsukisa, facing the shrine: "This place... is very suitable."
Mori Tsukisa blinked, walked over, and stood on her tiptoes to look inside. Anck-Su-Namun watched with amusement as Mori Tsukisa tried to peek over the wall by standing on her toes, then quietly stepped beside her lover and whispered.
"You want Lady Witch to move?"
"At least somewhere independent." Imhotep nodded. "As the number of Attendants increases in the future, it will be more convenient. I believe all Attendants would want to be around their Master; no one wants to live in the Wabi-Sabi Courtyard and only find out about major events after the fact..."
The man hated apartment-style housing and couldn't understand Mori Tsukisa's talk about 'apartments being very expensive.' What he said was less for Anck-Su-Namun and more for Mori Tsukisa.
The girl was pricking up her ears to eavesdrop.
"Sigh, Imhotep, you really are..." The girl pouted gloomily. She thought she would hear something exciting like 'I love you, you love me,' but instead, it was this: "I don't have a problem with it. Speaking of which, it's not easy to find such a large private plot of land in Tokyo..."
"But there's one problem." The girl turned around and looked at Imhotep seriously.
The man straightened the hem of his suit, equally serious.
"I'm lazy."
Imhotep:... Anck-Su-Namun covered her mouth, her eyes casting a sultry glance at her lover: "How have you not adapted to Lady Witch's way of thinking yet? My love, this doesn't seem like someone who once served a Pharaoh."
Imhotep thought about it, and seeing the little girl lazily acting spoiled toward Anck-Su-Namun, he didn't dare say... anything.
—Because serving that old bastard was much easier than facing this little brat.
—The man, newly arrived in the New World, accurately found the position of his heart and clearly understood what 'having a heart attack' meant.
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