"Now that you've seen what condition your country is in, what are you going to do about it? Actually, what can you do about it, pharaoh?"

Speechless. Not the slightest trace of a word was released from Yami's lips.

"What to do... for your country... for your people..." whispered the other Pharisees, as an echo.

"Pharaoh, I have a wonderful idea on how you can save Egypt. Here is my idea: you don't tell anyone about anything I am about to say, especially that young boy. You must first gain the trust of the boy, and then separate from him and the millennium puzzle. When you are ready to separate, wait until the boy goes to sleep, and we will separate you two then. Explain to him in the morning that you are separating because you want to visit Egypt, but you take him and his friends along as well. Take the current rulers place by giving a speech to your people, and then become the new ruler of Egypt."

This is where Alairn holds his hand up. "Now here's the catch: the people of Egypt are sick and disgusted by having an older aged ruler. The people of Egypt have had young rulers for as long as Egypt has been around, and you know that. You, being 17, still don't fit that category of being a young ruler; they will see you as a young adult. So, you will invite the boy and his friends to your throne room, where you will call upon the boy to come up to you. You will then have him become your vessel, meaning you will be in total control of his body: looks, voice, everything.

Now Alairn was crossing his arms; contempt was written all over his face. "But, he will only be your vessel for 3 years. During those 3 years you will restore Egypt to how it was in ancient times, using slaves from enemy countries. You will show your people your new body, which is the body of a young 14-year-old boy, which will satisfy the people of Egypt. The only thing the boy will be able to do is think inside your head, nothing else. Do these terms meet up to your standards? Or would you rather quietly watch Egypt fall, while you're hanging around a 14-year-old boy who has nothing to do with you? Nothing, except become your perfect vessel."

Yami felt like he was being pulled by his ancient self, by Atem, the person Yami once was. His eyes became cold, and selfish, as he put out his hand to the leader Pharisee to accept the deal.

"I accept your terms, Alairn. I will restore Egypt, and have Yugi Moto become my vessel." They shook hands, and then the Pharisees faded into the blackness.

"We will be waiting for you, Pharaoh Atem."