Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

After Krest left, someone began to comfort Alexander.

"Thank you, I'm fine." He just smiled lightly, waved his hands, and lay down again.

Although it looked as if nothing had happened, I still saw his frowning for a moment.

"Your Majesty, I'm not an assassin." I said awkwardly.

"Of course you're not, boy. I never suspected you."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a little uneasy again.The name Krest sounded familiar. This man also looked shrewd and capable. He must be a high-ranking general. Would Alexander make enemies for no reason by talking about him in person?

"Don't worry, Krest won't change his mind. His mouth is a bit poisonous, but that's all." Alexander seemed to have noticed my thoughts.

I was taken aback, and couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty, are you sure?"

"Yes, because of trust."

He spoke with certainty, as if stating a truth, without haste, but with force.

It's just that such trust is a bit too hasty.

"Your Majesty," I hesitated, "don't you think that the closer you are to someone, the easier it is to betray yourself?"

Alexander shook his head firmly: "That's because there is not enough trust."

I sighed: "Your Majesty must not have been betrayed before."

"Because I am willing to trust everyone who follows me wholeheartedly," Alexander said confidently, and he looked at me with blue eyes as pure as a child's, "Believe it or not, I can trust you as I trust the closest person. "

"Your Majesty." I looked back at him in disbelief.

He clearly knew that such words were just casual words, but once it came out of Alexander's mouth, it was impossible for him to say it without moving his face at all.

I always feel that this great emperor will not lie to me, anyone in this world may lie to me, but he will not.

These eyes tell me he never will.

"If you decide on something, as long as it's right and positive, just let it go and do it, and never worry about it." Alexander said softly, "Because once you worry about it, you're done."

He sat up and smiled at me: "So is trust."

The wind blew past his face, and the thin gold chains and gems on his chest tinkled.

He stretched out his hand towards me, his blond hair was slightly messed up, and his crisp and slightly deep voice also brought a smile: "So, Bagoss, do you believe me?"

Involuntarily, slowly, I grabbed his hand.

This hand is fair and slender, a little thin and a little callused, very soft but also very strong.

"letter."

I could hear a slight tremor in my voice.

For some reason, looking at the person in front of me, this is the only answer I can think of.

This feeling is very strange. To me, he is clearly a stranger, but he understands my thoughts better than any of my friends and family members. He makes me feel inexplicably at ease.I can feel the sincerity in his heart, the kind of sincerity that no one can have except a newborn child.

He took my hand, exerted a little force, and stood up.

"Where are Ptolemy and Kassander?" he asked looking around.

"It must be in the camp, I bet." A middle-aged man's friendly voice suddenly sounded beside him, "These two guys had a fight a while ago, and the outcome was undecided. They have been holding their breath recently, and they must be here now." Secretly practicing martial arts in the camp."

When I looked at the man, he turned out to be one-eyed!The left eye is still intact, but on the right there is a terrible scar stretching from the brow bone to the cheekbone. The cut is deep and hideous.Even so, it can still be seen that the outline of his face is very tough.

He was a tall man, dressed in silver armor, and spoke with air.

Alexander nodded, and asked again: "How is the situation in the army?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a long time before replying: "Darius used 20 infantry to fight against 4 of us. It was very difficult for us to win this battle. Alexander, you also know that this victory was won with human life. I won’t be too optimistic. There are more than a dozen dead and disabled in the past few days, and we can be lucky to have 1 left.”

Alexander's face became a little cold, he raised his chin, looked at the palace in the distance for a long time, and said, "Antigon, come and see with me."

It turned out that this middle-aged man was Antigonus!

After Alexander, the greatest military genius in ancient Greece, and later King Antigonus I of Macedonia!

I suddenly recalled some fragments of information in my mind.

After Alexander's death, Antigonus seemed to be competing with someone for the throne of Macedonia. The two claimed the title of King of Macedonia at the same time, and in fact they ruled different regions.Who's the other guy?I seem to have seen it?No, I must have seen it!The name was on the verge of coming out, but I just couldn't remember it.

"Okay." Antico readily agreed, and said as if remembering something, "By the way, I forgot to tell you the good news. Your sweetheart's injuries have been healed, and the doctor said that he can be sent back for recuperation. What are you going to do? Let him continue to live there or come back?"

sweetheart?

Alexander's sweetheart?

My first instinct was Hephaestion, but I quickly ruled it out because he was not injured.

Didn't Alexander only like Hephaistion?Where did this person come from?

"My baby?" Alexander's eyes suddenly lit up a little inconceivably, and then he laughed excitedly, his white teeth were exposed, and his eyes were bent like crescent moons.

"Bagoss, did you hear that?" He looked at me ecstatically, and rubbed my black hair, "My baby! Bagoss, my dearest baby is coming home!"

Before I could react, Alexander smiled and pulled my shoulders and put his arms around my neck.

"I'm so happy! My Zeus, I'm so happy, he's fine, he's coming back! If something happens to him, I can never forgive myself! God bless, I know he doesn't want to leave me!"

This is the first time I've seen him so happy, it's really happier than seeing Hephaistion.

I smelled a good smell on him, an indescribable smell like the midday sun.I tried to push him away, but he hugged me tighter.

I smiled a bit forcedly, so I said: "Your Majesty, congratulations. He must be very happy to see you again."

Hearing this, Alexander's movements froze, he blinked, and let go of my shoulders.

"Sorry, Bagoas, I forgot you didn't know him."

The remaining redness on his face due to excitement has not completely faded away.

I said, "It's okay, Your Majesty."

Alexander thought for a while and said, "Well, come to me at this time tomorrow, and I'll take you to see him."

I want to say no, I want to tell him that I have no interest in his sweetheart.But as soon as the words came to his lips, as soon as he met his sunny smile, he became duplicity.

"……it is good."

"Thank you." Alexander nodded vigorously at me, then turned to Antigonus and said, "I will pick him up personally tomorrow."

He explained a few more words to the others, and left in a hurry with Antigonus.

The originally lively crowd also scattered like birds and beasts.

A long cry suddenly sounded from the sky, cold and proud.I looked up and saw an eagle with wide and outstretched wings hovering over a corner of the palace.

Its posture in the air is as elegant as a king.

After seeing Alexander only a few times, he felt like an eagle.

In fact, his impression is not sharp or fierce, but tall, tall enough to rely on.The kind of pride and self-confidence that naturally emanates from the bottom of my heart seems to be telling others in every gesture: I am right in this matter-there is no reason, I just know what to do.

His admirers must have been many.

He likes this "baby" so much, he must be an even more amazing character than Hephaistion.

I leaned against the railing and watched the scenery for a while before walking back slowly.

As I was walking, I suddenly remembered something, and there was a loud buzzing in my head.

I made a huge mistake!

O God, strike me dead!I am a fool!

I've forgotten all about poor Nessie!

I ran wildly all the way, fell headlong into the room, and saw Nessie lying on the ground dying.

His face was pale, and there was a pool of glaring blood on the side of his head.

"Naixi! Wake up! Nexi!"

I helped him up in a hurry, touched his chest, and tried his breath again, my God, it's too weak!

I got scared, let him lean on me, and kept massaging the two arms tied behind his back for him.

Kassander the fucking bastard!on purpose!He definitely did it on purpose!

I was so angry that my head was dizzy, and I accidentally cursed this sentence out loud.

Nancy's eyelids moved suddenly.

It seems there is still help!

I yelled: "Naixi, hold on! If you die, I will regret it for the rest of my life! Don't die so aggrieved, survive! Survive to avenge Kassander, the little bastard!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Naxi coughed violently twice, and vomited a puddle of blood again.

I dragged him to the bed, pulled the quilt over him, and said, "Naixi, hold on! I'll go to the medical officer!"

He gasped for breath, blood dripping down his cheeks.

I quickly wiped it with my sleeve, and a drop of warm transparent liquid suddenly fell on the back of my hand.