Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

How could it be, how could it be like this!My heart was like riding a roller coaster. It rose to the highest point slowly and painfully, but then flew down at a speed like the wind in an instant.

Nessie's light-colored thin lips were tightly closed, and her face was pale with sweat.

The fat man bowed to Seleucus: "Master Seleucus, I don't want to embarrass you either. This Egyptian slave looks very cruel. As long as you defeat him, you will be a hero in our hearts!"

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, loud shouts erupted from around him.Excitement was written on the sharp-edged faces, and the eyes of the soldiers and generals were full of bloodthirsty pleasure. They waved their muscular arms and shouted at Seleucus with fists as hard as iron.

"If you are a hero, kill him!"

"We need a warrior like Achilles!"

"Macedonia is the strongest!"

"Get rid of this beast-like alien!"

In the end all the sounds merged together and became deafening.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Seleucus's eyes filled with rage became more and more heavy. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and nodded his lips. While walking towards the wrestling area with fine sand in the center, he clenched his fists and folded his wrists, making his bones rattle.

His gaze flicked over my shoulder, and he landed on Nexi, hissing, "Come out and fight!"

Nessi's slender figure outlined by the flaxen robe froze, and her black eyes stared sharply at Seleucus.

I jumped up in a hurry.

He will definitely die!I managed to save Kasander from Kassander, and poured him over with soup and medicine. How could I see him being beaten to death again!

I was about to grab his arm, but someone grabbed him.

"Bagos, you're crazy, what are you going to do!" Ptolemy pulled me aside forcefully, his voice full of surprise, "If you don't let him play, that fat man will choose you! Can't you see it? He was vacillating between you and the Egyptian just now!"

"You guys are fucking crazy!" I struggled angrily, "Look at how much strength Nessi still has! He can't wrestle at all! As long as he goes up, he will definitely be beaten to death! He's half dead! Slave, what a fart Ying... woo woo..."

My mouth was tightly covered by Ptolemy, and I couldn't move. I could only watch Nessi, who was wearing a flaxen robe, walk towards Kassander step by step.

The thin and light clothes were blown by the wind, and his thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

"I'm sorry, Bagoas, I can't help you," Ptolemy's gasping apology sounded in his ear, "I swear to Zeus, I didn't mean it. The rules of this wrestling match are dead, and it is impossible for any Even if Alexander is chosen, he will go up to fight - not to mention that this Egyptian is a slave."

I don't want to believe it, I don't want to believe it anyway!He clearly just wanted to see Nexi being bullied!He obviously didn't take Naxi's life as his life!Despair is like a basin of ice water poured down from the head. For the first time, I hate myself so much and hate myself for being powerless.

Seleucus was like a cheetah that exploded suddenly, shoveling Nessi to the ground with a flying leg.He suddenly turned over, clasped Nessie's elbow, and pressed down hard.

I closed my eyes, not daring to look any further, struggling with all my strength, Ptolemy was determined not to let go.I tried to attack him with my feet, but his legs locked him cleanly.

Then, I heard the sound of bones breaking.

So clear, Nexi's hoarse crooning seemed to be enduring unimaginably great pain with all her strength, like a dying beast, very low, very sad, as if in the next moment, the soul would dissipate like a wisp of smoke.

The cheers are far away from me.

I suddenly lost strength.

Violence!

In a world where violence is the only rule, my strength is so weak that I can't even protect a person around me!I can only watch others beat him to death!

The one who died today was Nessie, so what about tomorrow?

And in the days to come, how can I protect myself? !

I don't know how long it has passed, I hang down my hands disheartened.

I really don't belong to this world.

"Bagos, why are you crying?" Ptolemy's panicked voice echoed in his ears, "He is just a slave, you...why are you crying?"

I shook my head silently.

The surroundings suddenly became noisy, the sound of chaotic footsteps came, and Antigonus' voice sounded far away.

"Seleucus's move just now was really powerful. He bound his legs and hooked his feet. Let's do it again. Iris, God of War, is so brave. That kid can't even move!"

Kassander also said: "I've never seen you do this before, where did you learn it from?"

"How could I possibly tell you?" Seleucus lazily replied as the footsteps of several people got closer and closer, "Go and thank the gods quickly, if it wasn't for my shoulder injury that hindered your legs, you would have been killed in the first round." I was pinned down."

"Oh, Apollo, I'm so scared."

I couldn't stay any longer, wiped my face, got up and pushed through the crowd and walked towards the center.

When I first met Nessie, I had nothing but fear of him.

However, after being with him for the past few days, I gradually realized that he was just overly vigilant and wary of people.It's like a herbivore that has survived in a dangerous environment. If there is a slight disturbance, it will be so shocked that even the soul will stand up.Thinking that such a disguise can make people flinch.

But I know that his mind is very simple.

When he sees the first blooming flowers outside the door, he will slightly open the corners of his mouth. He can't help sneaking a peek at the Persian cat taking a nap in the sun outside the door. He doesn't like to wear bright clothes, and only wears white or light colors. He often sits alone. Looking at the sun hanging in the clear sky in front of the window, the eyes are so pious that people can't bear to look directly at them.

He is like a child.

A child who has not been infiltrated by the world, but was abruptly destroyed in the hands of these guys.

"Bagos!"

I heard someone calling me behind me, but I ignored it and just walked forward vigorously.

"Bagoss!" The man grabbed my hand, his fingertips were wet, but his voice was excited, "Did you see what I did just now? How was it? Am I being harsh..."

I punched him hard on the nose, he was caught off guard, covered his nose and took two steps back, grunting.

Seleucus blinked and stood there in disbelief. After a long while, he said softly, "Bagos, what did you hit me for?"

Blood overflowed from the bridge of the tall nose, drop by drop, slipping from between the fingers.

Anger and sadness alternated repeatedly in my heart.

Bullying the weak, bullying the small with the big, I don't even want to look at him again.

"What you did made me feel very disgusted." I turned around and suppressed my excitement, "Do you think I should be grateful to you, just because the person you just killed was not me?"

Seleucus behind him took a deep breath: "Bagos, I didn't intend to..."

I interrupted him impatiently: "Whether you plan to fight or not has nothing to do with me. Now that you have won, go and show off to others as much as you want. I will not hinder you, and you don't need to come here to pretend to be sympathetic."

What right do you have to look down on others?What right do you have to kill someone so lightly?

I sneered and said, "That's just a slave, isn't it, great and superior Lord Seleucus?"

There was finally no sound behind him.

"My lord, you are too powerful!"

"Seleucus, I read that right, you are a hero!"

The laughter of the crowd reappeared around him.

"In your heart, am I like this?" His weak voice came intermittently from the crowd.

I paused, without looking back, and walked quickly towards Naxi.

Looking at the lying person in front of me, I stopped in a daze.

Nessie lay quietly in the yellow sand, her hair draped over her forehead, as if she was asleep.His robe was stained with blood, and his arms were twisted at strange angles, as weak as a bird with broken wings.

I squatted down and slowly lifted his upper body.

"Nancy, you won't leave, right." I gritted my teeth, and my voice began to choke.

He was motionless, his head tilted limply downward.

I felt as if all my strength had been burned to ashes.

Suddenly a pair of hands covered with diamond rings pressed against his heart, I turned around and saw Hephaestion's dignified face.

When he saw me, his big eyes slightly bent: "Bagos, I have brought the medical officer."

The medical officer was about to send Naxi away, but I was about to chase after him, but I turned back after thinking about it.

"Master Hephaestion, thank you very much." I ran to him and murmured gratefully, "Bagoss thank you, thank you very much."

Hephaistion waved his hand, looked at me, and suddenly smiled: "Bagoss, you are really different from what I imagined before. But, I appreciate you like this even more."

I didn't have time to think so much, so I went after the medical officer.

Looking at Naxi's bloodless face along the way, I felt very uncomfortable.

When passing by the courtyard of the bedroom, I was grabbed by a man.

"Bagoss," Alexander said, wearing a red and yellow Persian robe, turned his head to stare at me for a while, but frowned, "what's wrong with you?"

Such warm eyes made my sadness surge like a wave.

Bows and arrows, killing, war, crusade, such endless violent conquest, when will it stop?

And how far is this person in front of me, the instigator, from my thoughts?

I suddenly raised my head and looked directly at him:

"Your Majesty, forgive me, you conquered the Danube, conquered Egypt, conquered Persia, and killed all the way, what is the purpose?"

Alexander probably never thought that I would ask him such a question, so he couldn't help saying: "Bagos, why do you..."

"Your Majesty, please answer me." I said without hesitation.

He didn't speak, just looked at me, his psychic eyes seemed to see through my soul.

How I wish if I could understand his thoughts, even a little bit.If he told me, Alexander, he told me life is important, no matter who you are or what you believe in.He told me that his violence is not about breaking into other people's homes, destroying other people's dreams, and then bleeding into rivers.

"Your Majesty," my eyes were blurred, and I said angrily, "I'm just a little eunuch, what I may say is not right, you may be angry. But have you ever thought that this kind of violence may not be right for others? What a beautiful thing, have you ever thought that maybe for others, it is not beautiful at all, nor happy, or even like an indelible nightmare!"