Chapter 33 Aphrodite is nothing special.
After the tent was set up, the Desperate Men and Hatshepsut helped their elderly teacher, "Putta," down from the oxcart and into the tent.
Araha sat on the bed, which felt quite soft, but he probably wouldn't need it tonight.
He waved for Hatshepsut to leave and looked at the despairing men who remained.
"Are you still unwilling to follow Amon and the others onto the path of the extraordinary?"
Of the seven disciples who now follow Alohsa, Dionysus is a god, so Alohsa need not worry about him.
The three members of the Ammon family decided to embark on the path of the extraordinary, and Aroha gave them the opportunity to ascend to godhood;
Hatshepsut, the former female pharaoh, followed the path of the extraordinary pioneered by Amun, but her talent was really limited, so it was good for her to remain a priestess.
In the end, only the Desperate One and Mi remained, never following Amon to the path of the extraordinary.
Mi's situation is somewhat special; even Aroha only speculates and there's no need to consider it for him.
But the Desperate One, who had followed him for many years, second only to Hatshepsut and Amun, was someone Araha still wanted to guide.
"Teacher, I am just an ordinary person, and I want to experience birth, aging, sickness and death like you. Moreover, I also plan to record my thoughts at different times so that future generations can be filled with hope for life."
He was called the Desperate One, but what he did all along was try to make people ignore what the afterlife is like and live well in this world.
Aroh fully approves of what he has done.
He sighed and said, "In this world, after the human realm, there is the underworld. You have followed me for many years, and you are probably disliked by most of the gods. When your soul enters the underworld, you will likely suffer."
The desperate man didn't care: "If I have to suffer after death because I followed a teacher, I will accept it peacefully."
"The only regret is that I don't know if I will be able to write a book after I die, to record my experiences and thoughts in the underworld, and leave them for the world to read."
"Is this your wish?" Aroha glanced at him. "If so, I will help you achieve it."
"After I die, you will follow the third person who leaves my tent early tomorrow morning and continue to experience your life until you die."
The desperate man was puzzled. What exactly did the teacher mean by the third person who left his tent?
Inside the tent, only the teacher was resting; there wasn't even a second person, so where would a third person come from?
While he was filled with doubt, Araha waved his hand, letting the despairing man leave.
After the Desperate One left, he found Dionysus the Fervent One and told him about his doubts.
Dionysus, while drinking, laughed and said, "Since you don't understand, then keep watch with me and watch the changes in the teacher's tent."
The desperate man thought so too and sat down by the fire.
Soon after, Amon and Mi arrived. Their teacher's lifespan was coming to an end, and neither of them felt sleepy.
Mi seemed very unhappy, as if he was sulking. He sat by the fire without saying a word, which was completely different from his usual carefree self.
"Kid, so what if you don't get a chance to be taught individually by the teacher? It's not a big deal. I haven't been called over by the teacher either."
Dionysus immediately saw the source of Mi's unhappiness and gave him a bag of pomegranate wine.
Mi gulped it down, choked, his face turned red, and he coughed repeatedly.
"Wait a minute, this wine is brewed by me based on legend. In ancient times, Thoth, the god of wisdom, used pomegranates to make wine, which made Hathor, the goddess of war, drunk and saved the world. This is the wine he used."
After pausing for a moment, she said, "I'm not unhappy because the teacher doesn't call on me individually, but because I have a question that I hope the teacher can answer, but I haven't had the chance."
Dionysus asked in surprise, "Why haven't I seen you ask any questions along the way, given all this time?"
Mi smiled but didn't say anything, continuing to drink.
Clearly, he didn't intend for anyone else to hear his doubts; he only wanted to ask his teacher, "Buda," alone.
"Then you need to hurry. If you leave early tomorrow, you can enter Memphis by dusk. Teacher, it won't last much longer."
Ammon, thinking of the teacher's condition, reminded Mi.
Mi nodded, indicating that he understood.
Just then, a woman slowly walked towards them from a distance.
Bathed in moonlight, E'na walked toward where they were, drawing the attention of the four people by the fire.
A magnificent, shimmering gold, form-fitting long dress accentuated the woman's beauty and elegance, while a crown adorned with emeralds exuded arrogance and power.
Her crystal-clear eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts, and coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, Amon and the Desperate One were certain that they had never seen such a beautiful woman.
She was like the embodiment of beauty; from the moment she appeared, the gazes of Amon, the Desperate Ones, and even Dionysus never left her.
"Aphrodite's beauty is nothing more than this," Dionysus murmured to himself.
He was, after all, a god, and he knew clearly that the woman before him was not human, but a god whose status was even higher than his.
"Aphrodite? Why not Hera, Athena, or Artemis?"
The woman had already come to the side and asked with a smile.
Dionysus trembled at the mention of Hera's name, feeling a sense of fear even though she wasn't there.
He shook his head and said, "They are no longer simply described as beautiful."
"I see..." the woman murmured to herself, lost in thought.
Would you like some alcohol?
Mi glanced at the people beside him, as if he thought they were shameful, and casually grabbed another wine bag next to Dionysus and threw it to the woman who had appeared out of nowhere.
The woman didn't stand on ceremony and drank the pomegranate wine from the wine bag in one gulp.
A faint blush, as if from intoxication, rose on her cheeks, making her appearance even more captivating.
"The pomegranate wine that Tote made back then was far inferior to this wine."
After she finished speaking, she gave Mi a deep look, and then walked toward the tent where Aroha was.
"Wait, who are you, and what are you doing here?"
The desperate man then realized what was happening and asked the woman's graceful back.
"My name is Sekhmet. I have an appointment with your teacher, 'Puta,' and I have come to keep it."
The desperate man seemed to remember something: the last time, his teacher had been brought to the brink of death because of a woman named "Sariel".
He had never met Sariel, but what if this woman entered his teacher's tent and something happened?
The desperate man was truly worried that his teacher wouldn't even have the chance to see Memphis one last time before he died.
So he grabbed Amon and headed forward to stop the woman.
"Let her in. We did make an agreement."
However, the teacher's voice came from inside the tent. After thinking for a moment, Amon pulled the Desperate Man back to the fire.