Douluo: The Adventures of King Skin

“Our Lady of Nintel, the goddess of form/works in the darkness in the womb/brings kings to life, crowns them with righteousness/brings masters to life, places the crown on his head/it is all in her hands.”

——"Enqi and Nimach"

The Empress Dowager covered her mouth with a happy smile that said, "My son has finally grown up."

Deidamia's eyes were evasive and she didn't look at Pyrrhus at all.

Misunderstanding!

In fact, deep down in his heart, King Pi mainly didn't want to lose this person.

Thinking about him, Pyrrhus was originally the human version of Gundam, the father of the version, and with the bonus of time travel, and full of advanced medieval ideas, he can be said to be a two-pronged sword, a two-pronged approach - if anyone else would have been worried about whether to cultivate immortality or to make steel first, it would be difficult. Otherwise, he will have to rely on nepotism to make a fortune?

That Dmitry Cricket is a bad old man in his early thirties, who has an unruly private life. He has many wives, concubines, exes, and successors... although in this Greek world where gays are rampant, skinny Luo Shi is a little confidant of this kind of stallion behavior, but - is it appropriate for the dignified King Pi's biological sister to marry such a person?

This is inappropriate!

But the words can't be explained clearly.

Okay, think whatever you like.

Don't wait for this home!

**

Pyrrhus left the hall with a depressed look, but was surprised to see Troas and Nicesi playing together.

But think about it, it's rare for her to see anyone of her own age here.

When she saw Pyrrhus coming, Troyas was still angry and turned her face away from him.

Pyrrhus stood in the corridor, watching with interest as Nicesi taught Troas how to use the sling.

Slings are widely spread around the world and were probably used by ancient humans tens of thousands of years ago.But generally only herders in mountainous areas can master this kind of skill. Herders on grasslands don't know this, and neither do farmers in mountainous areas.

"Just hit that one!" Troyas pointed at the statue on the roof with a slumped face.

Pyrrhus: "..."

Nikesi hesitated for a moment and pointed to a small copper pig in the courtyard: "Let's hit that one..."

Troyas was noncommittal.

Nicesi danced the sling skillfully, and the stone bullets flew out one after another with sonic booms, making the copper pig "ding", and then she let Troyas try it.

Troyas was very unskilled in using it, either throwing the sling together, or leaving the stone bullet still on the sling...

After several unsuccessful attempts, the little guy became impatient.

Finally, he waved his hand fiercely, and heard a "pop!" - a pottery bottle on the window sill beside Pyrrhus shattered in response.

!

Pyrrhus broke out in a cold sweat!

Ancestors!Don’t dare practice this kind of thing at home!

He hurriedly shouted to the two brats to stop.Troyas was so angry that she pouted at Lao Gao again.

Pyrrhus turned around and went out, then came back and took out something: "Here! A gift for you."

It was a slender whip made of cowhide strips, and the black light was also exquisitely made.

"Whip? What's this?"

Troyas wanted to take it but was a little reluctant.

"You should practice this. The whip will be very powerful once you practice it."

"Lie to me! What's so awesome about this!"

"listen."

Pyrrhus cracked his whip twice, "Did you hear that? When the whip makes such a sound, it means that the speed of the whip has exceeded the sound... It has exceeded the sound of thunder. Even people with little strength can do it." If you do it, isn’t that awesome?

"If you practice well enough, you can use the whip to extinguish candles and knock away arrows! And many beasts are afraid of the sound of the whip."

"Oh..." Troyas was still a little doubtful, "I still think the sling is fun."

Pyrrhus sneered.

Naive, do you think that’s all?

"and this!"

I saw Pyrrhus take out another small thing, put it on the ground, cracked his whip twice, and the thing started spinning on the stone floor!

"Oh——!" The two little girls' eyes lit up.

There were a few more whips, and it spun faster and faster, gradually making a whistling sound.

Troyas asked: "What is this!"

"You don't even know this? This is cow."

"Why is this a cow?"

Pyrrhus whipped it twice, "If you hit it with a whip, it will spin in circles. Isn't it a cow?"

"Let me try!" Troyas's eyes were filled with excitement, and she hurriedly wanted to come over, so she started to beat the cow.

Nicesi clapped his hands happily nearby.

Pyrrhus looked at it for a while, then turned to Troyas and mouthed to Nicesi.

Troyas gave him a roll of her eyes when she saw it, and then said: "Nicesi! Come and try too!"

"Eh? Me?"

"Oh, hurry up, the cow is going to fall!"

Pyrrhus smiled knowingly and secretly thought that he had guessed correctly again.

Troyas is not an ignorant child, but she is too self-aware at this age.If she had just said something big like 'let Nikesi play too' or 'know how to share', I'm afraid it would have been counterproductive and make her think that the implication was 'she is ignorant'.

This is when Fotiya also came out of the hall.

"Mother?"

"Pyrrhus, come with me for a walk."

Pyrrhus responded quickly.His mother probably had something to say to him.

The two of them walked outside and strolled under the colonnades.

Fotiya said:

"Pyrrhus, do you remember what I told you last time?"

"Um...I'm not immortal?"

Fotia rolled her eyes.

Pyrrhus suddenly understood and whispered: "Be careful about the Thessalians?"

"Ah."

"Mother, did you hear something?"

"I didn't hear anything." Fotiya sighed: "It's just that I am also a Thessalian, and I know them very well.

"I saw in the newspaper the decree you are about to issue. The decree on the institution of the Grand Council, the decree on the protection of slaves, the decree on the promotion of citizens, the decree on the canonization of nobles...

"Although I don't fully understand the meaning, I believe in you, Pyrrhus.

“You have always been a good boy and a good king, I have known that since you were little.

"It's just that Thessaly has been a mess for hundreds of years. The nobles all come from the same royal line, but they fight among themselves endlessly, so that they become slaves of the Macedonians.

"It shows that they have narrow vision and short-sightedness."

"I understand, mother. I will try my best to convince them and compensate them fairly. As long as they understand that they are their own masters, they will take responsibility and make choices that are truly beneficial to themselves."

Fotiya shook her head:

"No, Pyrrhus, you don't quite understand yet.

“They are used to being other people’s masters, or letting others be their masters, but they have never been their own masters.

“But short-sightedness is not a sin.

"Whether they are Thessaly, Xenophon, or Paniste, they are essentially slaves of fate. In order to escape the lash of fate, they have to choose the rat-like way of survival...

"It's just that you are different from them."

Phetia held Pyrrhus's face and said, "My son, you are a born king. You are destined to complete tasks that ordinary people are unwilling to complete."

"The world will always need a king.

"Someone needs to force people to open their eyes and take a new path they don't want to take. They will blame you and hate you for it, but that is your inherent responsibility.

"I just hope that you will always be vigilant and don't forget the risks involved, and don't forget Jason of Philae - he once tried to unite them, but ended up dead.

"No matter what you want to do, just do it bravely, I will always support you!"

Pyrrhus lamented that he was really lucky to have such a mother.

"Mother, thank you for your support. I will remember what you said."

However, when it came to Jason's tragic end, Pyrrhus felt that it was better to arrange something first: "Mother, I want you all to move to Lamia."

The Grand Council is about to honor those who have made meritorious deeds. According to the previously promulgated rules, the one who has made the greatest merit is Pyrrhus himself.Although he has taken the initiative to lower his standards, according to rough calculations, he will still become the largest landowner and landlord in Lamia.

And the people who lived there were all close subordinates who fought side by side with Pyrrhus. It can be said that after the war, Lamia almost became Pyrrhus's fiefdom.

Fotiya said that she would listen to her son's arrangements, but she asked again:

"Then Strattoni... responded first?"

"Um……"

Pyrrhus said he still had to think about it.

It's not that he has any objection to arranged marriages. As a politician, he has already had the consciousness to be a chariot driver.

Now I'm just hesitating whether to really tie myself to the Antigonus family's chariot.

"Then Dedamia...keep it first?"

"..."

What words!What does "keep" mean?