Pharaoh’s Concubine - Chapter 15

Editor: Anonymous Stickman, Obelifera

It was wrong for her to like a brother related to her by blood. But despite how absurd it was, she’d gladly endure the hardship.

To have changed history when she encountered Bifitu was even more of a mistake. She couldn’t allow this mistake to be kept in historical records, and placed full responsibility on herself to correct and erase all of this.

Ivy climbed down from the sunbathing machine. A staff member of the beauty salon quickly came over and helped her take off her goggles, while helping her move in front of the mirror. “Miss Modiet, are you satisfied?” she asked attentively.

Ivy looked at the unfamiliar girl with a bronze skin within the mirror for a while, swaying and turning around. It was indeed her.

“Do you have a portable spray?”

“There is some,” the lady answered, and quickly asked people to retrieve it. “The spray we sell here originated from the United States in the 1960s. The spray’s biggest benefit is its lack of side effects on the skin, therefore not causing any damage. Its effect is almost instantaneous, with the fastest time being twenty minutes and the slowest being three hours. It gives a natural look, and many well-known movie stars are also using it … “

Ivy interrupted her with a wave of her hand and said, “Money is not a problem.”

The lady immediately nodded and closed her mouth obediently.

“Is there a wig? One with black, straight, and short hair?”

“Yes, we have a variety of hair types regarding our wigs. I recommend a Korean …”

“Look for the most natural one that can go along with the spray,” Ivy said as she walked towards the front desk. The lady nodded and followed her closely. Their big golden lord Ivy didn’t care about money!

There were still many things that needed to be done and she couldn’t afford to waste too much time. Ivy quickly took out her platinum card and paid off the money for her sunbathing, tan spray and wig.

When finally leaving the salon, the words “Please come again next time”, which the staff members had all chanted, ringed within Ivy’s ears.

As she quickly walked to her next destination, she felt a slight chill from the early winter breeze. She held up the collar of her coat, which exposed her wheat-colored skin, and caught the attention of others.

Judgmental comments from other people passed through her thoughts. She bet that they were thinking that she was abnormal because she’d deliberately tanned her skin color during the winter. But she had no time to mind them, and accelerated her pace.

After walking three streets and turning left, she found a very small shop. From the outside, it was locked with an iron door, but after she knocked twice, paused for three seconds, and knocked again, a person opened the door to invite her in.

The small room was filled with all kinds of guns and military supplies, including shotguns, signal guns, pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, submachine guns … everything was available.

When her father introduced her to this military store, he said it was opened by an old friend.

“There are many types of guns here, some of which even the Royal Guards haven’t seen!” Parison stated proudly. He was an old acquaintance of the Modiet family, and was also the owner of this shop. A sound louder than the noise of a departing plane buzzed within Ivy’s ear.

Parison asked, “Is there a gun you want, little girl?”

Ivy whispered, “I don’t have a gun license.”

“What?!” Parison questioned loudly.

“I don’t have a gun license!”

“What? Little girl, when I was a mercenary, even the shells flew past my ears. I need you to speak louder!”

Ivy shouted, “I don’t have a gun license!!!”

After a minute of silence, Parison suddenly laughed boldly and fluttered the bird looking for food by the window. “If you had a gun license, would you still have come to me? With a brush of his hand, the curtains were closed, and Parison turned on the light to a dim chandelier. “Why did you come here?”

“If you ever go to North Africa, a country in war, and …”

“You’re definitely not a mercenary. You could, perhaps, be a commercial or political spy, but that doesn’t feel right. Maybe you’re just a reporter, scholar, or a simple traveler? Actually, don’t explain it to me … you’re just using it for self-defense!” While rambling, Parison completely ignored what Ivy wanted to say, plunged into his chaotic warehouse, and quickly rummaged through it, with his huge body facing her. He bended over and she could only see his hips and legs, completely blocking his upper body.

“Here!” Parison threw Ivy a silver-white metal rod. Ivy looked at it carefully. There were three sets of exquisite small bulbs at the head.

“A flashlight?”

“This is Surefire, a tactical flashlight with a lithium battery, the ability to be used underwater, and forty eight hours of continuous illumination.” Parison continued waving from within the warehouse. “Directly illuminating someone’s eyes in the dark with this can make them temporarily blind.”

Ivy looked at the small flashlight, and although she’d heard of it before, she didn’t expect it to be so powerful.

“We’ll go with Eagle Key spray too, then!” With the loud voice of Parison, another small metal tube the size of a pen flew into her hand. “It’s harmless to the human body, but once it’s sprayed into somebody’s eyes or nose, it can cause fainting.”

Ivy took the spray and fiddled with it.

“It’s strong, and can be very effective when used on a person.”

“I want a pistol.”

“A gun? Pistol?” Parison turned his head, and tiny beads of sweat dripped down his face. “What model? An automatic burst? A retro revolver?”

“Uh …”

“How about I recommend you a few?”

“No, no. I just need a Smith. & Wesson 38 … “

The excitement on Parrison’s face immediately turned into disappointment. “I have a better pistol that’s pretty bland, but I can recommend it to you in terms of function.”

“No … one that’s not so good … “

“Okay, this kind of gun is very common.” Parrison came out of the warehouse and went to the counter to pull out a drawer containing a variety of pistols and parts. A bullet was clicked in and handed to Ivy. “S & W 38. With a bullet inside it, the gun is good for use, but only with insurance. Will you get insurance?”

Ivy nodded.

“Supplied with a clip.” Parrison grabbed a bullet, put it inside a small box, and gave it to Ivy.

Ivy carefully loaded the bullet and gun into her schoolbag. ”Eavesdropping or need a communication device? General mobile phone signals can be intercepted.”

“Uh …… I shouldn’t need it.”

“Global satellite positioning systems? Metal detectors? Mini time bombs?”

“No … can’t use it …”

“A night-vision telescope? How about that? It’s from the US military.” Parison took out a small telescope with red lenses. Ivy hesitated, and Parrison took advantage of that moment to tuck the telescope into her school bag. “Hold it, you’ll need it. There are also signal bombs, which are small and exquisite. There are a total of four colors. It lasts about 5 minutes and is visible within a radius of four kilometers. I’ll give you a small signal gun along with a bomb. You pay.”

“Well … can I swipe a card? “

Parrison laughed again, “Cash. We mercenaries only take cash. “

Ivy went on and spent all her cash on the items, finally beginning her journey back home. Holding a school bag full of stuff, she went on to call a taxi to arrive at her last destination for the day.

She was fully prepared, and was just waiting for the right opportunity to use her bracelet. Maybe she couldn’t go back to the era of Bifitu, and perhaps she wouldn’t be able to go back home. But she had to try, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to get rid of her guilt and fear.

“If I can’t save the rude prince, I’m afraid my early admission plans will be ruined, too.” Ivy murmured, trying to persuade herself. “Moreover, I can’t just let his life reduce more than 70 years, which is absolutely inhumane. In addition, the real Nefertari must meet him and get married …”

Ivy clutched the bag in her hand as she began contemplating her issue. In a person’s life, he may make many mistakes. Some mistakes do not matter, some mistakes are made willingly, and some other mistakes, which may seem to be as light as a feather, are as heavy as Mount Tai. After making such a huge mistake, she couldn’t afford such a heavy responsibility.

Ivy could see the commonly hazy sky in London through the car window. It was a scene completely different from Egypt. In her memories of Egypt, the sky was always bright and sunny, the sky was clear, the golden land nurtured the people of the sun, and the magnificent buildings witnessed endless glory.

Yes, she should’ve maintained Egypt’s glory and let the world-famous pharaoh go back to the path of which he should’ve taken. This would’ve given him back his prosperous dynasty, long-term stability, and the love he should’ve had. But this time, as a bystander, she would change history back.

But why did this make her so sad?