Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

Such sharp eyes!I shrank back in horror.A person who looks so cruel, if you give him to me, wouldn't I have nothing left?

I quickly said: "My lord, I want to live for two more years."

Kassander's rather delicate face looked at me seriously, showing that he was not joking.

Ptolemy also said: "Kassander, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

Kassander let go, and took the towel handed by the waiter to wipe it off.

"Bagoss, I really want to express my affection to you." He said, "Nesi was a slave I captured when I entered Egypt with Alexander two years ago. He is quite unique and not quite like ordinary slaves. Same."

"Something unique?" I don't see anything unique about this lunatic-like scary guy.

Kassander smiled mysteriously, and put his index finger against his lips: "This is a secret, I can't tell it. Are you sure you don't want it? If not, I'll deal with him."

"deal with?"

I seem to see the person kneeling on the ground flinching.

Kassander narrowed his eyes: "Yes."

This slave really doesn't look like a good person. If I keep this kind of person by my side, my own personal safety may be in question.

But if you don't take it, this person will...

"I'll take it, Lord Kassander." Anyway, it's human life. If I die because of a word from me, I'm afraid he'll be a ghost and he won't let me go.

Kassander stroked the broken hair around his ears to express his satisfaction, then kicked the man's forehead with his toes and said, "Serve Lord Bagos well, do you know?"

Seeing the man nodding silently, Kassander chuckled and left.

I looked down at this Egyptian named Nessi. He was still kneeling silently on the ground, his clothes were ragged, his chest muscles were exposed, and his face was covered by black hair, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

The man was terribly thin.

"Can you go?" I asked him tentatively.

He didn't even look at me, he stood up with difficulty, because his hands were firmly trapped, he almost fell down several times.

I wanted to help him, but I didn't dare.Looking at the whip marks all over his body, he is tall, maybe he is a violent person, if he is stronger, what should I do if the iron chains can't restrain him?

Ptolemy said: "Are you sure you want to take him away? A male favorite in royal robes, a servant wrapped in iron chains, I have never gone out with such a group of people."

"My lord, I don't mind walking with you." Inexplicably accepting a burden, I'm not in a good mood.

"You boy," Ptolemy's face flashed a trace of sullenness, "Ares[1] above, if you fall into my hands, I swear I will deal with you properly!"

I replied unceremoniously: "My lord, if you really do this, you can only make yourself look very childish."

"You are naive!"

……

In order not to turn heads so high, I still asked for a set of clothes to replace the royal robe.The three of them walked back and forth between the alleys, like thieves.

Finally Ptolemy led us into the famous loggia of the palace of Persepolis.

At the end of the straight corridor is a huge relief mural. Looking from afar, one can vaguely see a male lion flying towards a one-horned bull. Bite the cow's hind legs tightly, thrilling and lifelike.

Not far away, the cyan square double-column palace is majestic and majestic, and the fine patterns are like delicate lines, covering the entire palace.

Looking from another direction, the emerald green vines circled and criss-crossed along the dazzlingly white columns, and the sunlight cast colorful spots of light through the gaps.There were birds flying back and forth between the corridors, and a few small red flowers lay in the lawn next to it, like lost jewels.

The spices ignited and smoke curled up, and when the wind blew, the whole courtyard was filled with fragrance.

There were several blond-haired Greek men on the lawn, probably nobles who came with the army. They lay or lay on their backs, surrounded by court ladies and eunuchs.

"Wait for me first."

Ptolemy left this sentence and strode over to chat with them.

I had nothing to do, and I didn't want to pay attention to the vicious man behind me, so I had to lean on the pillar and press my legs.

As a dancer, it is very important to maintain the flexibility of the body.So as long as I have the conditions, I will basically move around twice, which is also an old habit for many years.

I didn't press twice, and when I looked up, I saw Ptolemy's eyeballs that were about to fall out not far away.

Ptolemy approached slowly, saw that my eyes had changed several times, and then said quietly: "I've been hearing that Bobacus said that you are a dancer, but it turned out to be true. I can't bear it. Your special skill is dancing?"

I X, what happened to dancing?What a beautiful thing dancing is!What kind of eyes does this guy have!

"Where are we going now?" I asked impatiently.

"They are chatting over there. These lazy people are as lonely as pigs when there is no war. They eat and sleep, and have no spiritual pursuit at all..." Ptolemy paused, "Oh, yes, Alexander is here too, would you go over and say hello?"

I hesitated: "Well, is Lord Hephaestion there?"

"He's not here, he's very boring, and he likes to be alone."

"Oh, then I won't go, let's go."

"Wait, why do you care so much about Hephaistion?" Ptolemy looked at me probingly for a long time, "Could it be...you really like him?"

I looked at him blankly, not even bothering to answer.

After entering the room, Ptolemy flashed quickly.

I looked at the lunatic surrounded by low air pressure behind me, and complained endlessly.

The two stood in a stalemate for a long time, I thought about it, and suddenly asked him: "Have you ever killed someone?"

He stared blankly at the ground and shook his head.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Me neither."

Nessie raised her eyebrows and looked up at me in surprise.

"You don't need to be so surprised, and not everyone is Kassander," I waved at him, "As long as you don't threaten my safety, I can help you untie this chain."

He looked away and nodded slightly.

It seems that this person is not hopeless, I felt a lot more at ease, rolled up my sleeves and began to pull on the chain.

However, after tinkering with it twice, I didn't find out that it was the case at all.

The chains are connected end to end, fastened tightly together, obviously welded directly after binding.Looking at this posture, it seems that Kassander didn't intend to leave the Egyptian alive at all!

hateful!

Naxi's complexion remained unsightly, and then cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

I frowned.If this continues, I'm afraid the two arms will be useless.

Saving people is like putting out a fire, so I got up immediately: "Wait, I'll go find someone to help."

I ran towards the end of the loggia.

There were several gorgeous Persian rugs on the lawn, and as expected, Alexander lay among them.

He closed his eyes and rested under the sun, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, showing a bit of childishness.

There was also a man with his eyes closed sitting on the chair next to him.He was dressed in a purple Persian robe, with a pointed chin, and his half-length brown-black curly hair made his skin extremely fair.

Hearing my too hasty footsteps, he slightly opened his eyes, and a pair of snake-like black eyes stared at me unexpectedly.

My heart was a little hairy, and I couldn't help but stop.

"Alexander, I heard that you recently found a Persian boy." He looked at me and said suddenly.

I was taken aback.

"That's right, Bagoss is a good boy, I want him to work by my side." Alexander's cheerful voice sounded from the side, "He's very smart, and..."

"Alexander, you should know that this is not a good thing, it's too risky," he interrupted Alexander impatiently, his eyes still fixed on me, "It's easy to find someone to do things, let's find someone else."

Where did Bagoas offend him?

Alexander opened his eyes in astonishment: "Crest, I..."

"You know I'm doing it for your own good. Don't forget how His Majesty Philip left us." The man snorted coldly.

I wonder, what does Bagoas have to do with the death of Philip II?As far as I know, the person who assassinated him should be his imperial bodyguard. Is this person worried that I, that is, Bagoss, will assassinate Alexander?It's too ridiculous, if such a powerless person really wanted to assassinate Alexander, he would die without even touching the hem of Alexander's clothes.

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly become solemn, and the few people who were chatting at the side also looked back.

"Crest, what do you mean by mentioning this now!" Someone shouted and punched in this direction.

"It's nothing interesting, I just hope that our young Majesty will remember something." The man was neither happy nor angry, "The one who sacrificed on the battlefield is the most honorable, a hero."

Is he mocking Philip II for being too useless?Who is this Crest, who talks so rudely to Alexander?

I looked at Alexander inexplicably, and found that he was also looking at me.

There was a flash of emotion in his blue eyes that didn't belong to him, an emotion that could be called heavy.

After a while, he said calmly: "Crest, I don't know why you are so displeased with this child, but thank you for your reminder, although I don't really need it. This matter has nothing to do with my father."

The man crossed his chest and looked at him, his voice became meaningful: "You think so, the imperial guard who assassinated His Majesty Philip back then was not like that..."

"Suspicion, like underestimating the enemy, is something that makes people go bad."

Alexander raised his voice to suppress the rest of his words, he stood up slowly, his eyes met the man's for a moment: "Crest, I said, I will keep him."

There was a pressure that steamed up around him like a fog.

No one spoke, and the two looked at each other with a game of strength in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, Krest sneered: "Yes, you are the emperor, so naturally you have the final say."

He stood up, a sneer flashing in his eyes.

"If I remember correctly, the imperial guard was a Persian, and, unfortunately, he was also the favorite of His Majesty Philip. Alexander, take such a risk to put a poisonous snake that may bite people in his arms , you are really great enough to move people."

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[1] Ares, the god of war in ancient Greek mythology.