Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

If you are king, then I will make your blade your weapon.Let me open the way for you, charge for you, remove external enemies and inner cowardice for you, make you truly powerful and invincible, and finally, you will become the only god in the hearts of the world.

The eyes are always the hardest place to hide emotions.When Hephaistion's blue eyes looked at me, my original surprise had adjusted.

I didn't leak to this man on impulse.I know very well that the only way I can be freed from this prison is through Hephaistion.The man hiding behind Alexander's light, there is no doubt that he is excellent.He is smart, low-key, cautious, gentle, and has a bottom line. Once there is no emotional entanglement, he will become Alexander's most powerful right-hand man.

And I'm betting.

There are only two possibilities for choosing to tell the truth to him.One is to ignore my words and kill them directly, and the other is to listen to me and let me prove that my statement is correct, and then use his ability to release me and follow Alexander as a staff officer.

"Don't you always want to know why I stole your ring over and over again? It's about Alexander's fate, I hope you can listen to me explain slowly," I smiled at him friendly, stretched out my hand to hold the sword, He leaned against his chest, "As long as you feel a little suspicious, just stab me to death, and I won't have any complaints."

Hephaistion didn't speak, as if he was weighing the credibility of my words.

My heart was calm and I waited quietly for his answer.

"I think you are stupid." He suddenly said, "If you tell me everything, you will be of no use to me, and I can kill you at that time to avoid future troubles .”

I was stunned: "As far as I know, adults are not such people."

Hephaistion smiled faintly: "Not such a person? Bagoas, do you dare to say that you really understand me? Even if what you said is true, so what, the fate of people has already been arranged by the gods, and what we do , Isn't it just walking slowly according to your own track?"

I said calmly, "At least I know you a little bit. Lord Hephaestion will do anything for His Majesty's life."

Hephaistion looked up suddenly.

I thought he would be annoyed by this provocative method, but he was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Speak."

Before telling the secret, I asked him a question: "Have you considered it, Your Excellency? If His Majesty Alexander is about to marry a woman, what gift will you give him?"

I'm struggling with this question.I hope he will tell about the ring, but I am afraid that he will.Because I hope that history is irreversible and fixed, and I also hope that through my efforts, the fate of these people can be reversed.

Hephaestion hesitated: "I haven't thought about it."

I took a breath and asked again: "Then will you give him a gift?"

Hephaestion nodded.

I said: "If I guess correctly, you will give him a ruby ​​ring."

Hephaistion came to his senses and suddenly realized: "That's why you..."

I nodded.

Hephaestion took off the ring on his hand, observed it for a while, and smiled inaudibly: "It's a good choice to give a ring, but I definitely won't give this one."

Is this fooling people!

I was taken aback, and my head started to sweat coldly: "No way, but what I saw was obviously this one..."

Hephaestion frowned: "This was only given to me by Alexander, how could I return it to him?"

"Then do you have any other ruby ​​rings like this one?"

He shook his head.

I was in a hurry to turn around.

Just kidding, no wonder it still doesn't work even if I got it, isn't it this one?Could it be that I've been busy for nothing? !

"Actually, my mother gave me one. There was an eagle engraved on the ring. Alexander saw it when he was young. Although he didn't say anything, I know he has always liked it..." Hephaistion blushed slightly. , the conversation stopped, and then he smiled lightly, "If you hadn't reminded me, I really didn't expect this to be a gift..."

I'm dizzy, did I remind you of Hephaestion's gift?So what have I been fussing about these days?How would history develop if it wasn't me standing here but the real Bagoas?

"Well, hurry up and say what you want to say." Hephaestion reminded me.

I retracted my thoughts and nodded.Because I was worried that the words that were too straightforward would make him unacceptable, I explained very slowly and methodically.

"I am not a priest, nor a prophet. The reason why I know all this is because these things have become history in the world I live in, and have been recorded in books in detail. Don't be too surprised, I really don't belong to this world. age. Alexander the Great, I first saw this name someday more than 2000 years later..."

Some people will be sad because the past time is gone, but as time goes by, our eyes will gradually open up, politics, military affairs, country, land, people, wealth, and the innermost goal - the pursuit of happiness, It will continue to emerge to overshadow the original innocent feelings.I used to be jealous of Hephaestion too, because he has far more than I have, but this kind of thing has become too ridiculous in the face of these increasingly heavy burdens.Things have developed to this day, and no one has the heart to pay attention to this little bit of love anymore. Alexander is getting closer and closer to his dream, and there are more and more enemies and dangers in front of him.

Hephaestion, even if it's hard, I want to be like you.

Hephaestion obviously doesn't digest this stuff that easily, but he's been refraining from commenting, just listening to me.I told him about my previous experience without revealing much about what might happen later.

"...Do you still remember that day in the main hall of the Persepolis Palace, the Persian princess Statina mistook you for Alexander? That woman will become one of Alexander's wives in the future, and her sister will probably be To be your wife, but I forgot her name."

"Delibitis."

"What?" I turned to look at Hephaestion.

"Her name is Delibides." Hephaestion's expression was inscrutable.

I was taken aback: "You already know her?"

Hephaistion changed his composure before, and folded his hands uneasily, as if pondering whether he needed to answer me.But after a long time, he still reluctantly looked at me: "Alexander mentioned this to me, but I didn't agree."

Before I could say anything, someone suddenly bumped into the tent.Obviously, the soldier was surprised to see Hephaistion and me, and quickly saluted Hephaestion.

"What's the matter?" Hephaistion asked patiently.

The soldier said: "Your Majesty is back. The generals said that the Dionysian Festival will be held in these two days, so they sent me to fetch some wine."

"Drinking again?" Hephaestion looked unhappy, "This is the busiest time, and Alexander doesn't drink well, so what are you doing?"

The soldier faltered: "Everyone is saying that the reason your Majesty has not fought well in recent days is that he did not worship the God of Dionysus, so we need to make up for it."

General?Which general?I feel bad inside.So after the soldiers left, I said to Hephaistion, "I want to go and have a look."

This time Hephaistion didn't refuse.

Bacchus, the god of wine, his other name is Dionysus.Dionysus was, of course, a festival dedicated to him.As for the God of Dionysus in Greek mythology, my only impression of him is Michelangelo's famous oil painting, in which the God of Dionysus is a beautiful young man with plump lips, red lips and white teeth, half in a white robe, showing his snow-white shoulders, and wearing a wreath on his head , holding the wine glass in one hand, her charming eyes glanced over, with slightly drunken cheeks, the whole person was lazy and beautiful.

"This... is Dionysus?"

The next day, I changed into my outfit, painted my face dirty, and followed Hephaistion as his bodyguard.The two of them stared at the blurred little man covered with mud in front of them.

Hephaestion remained silent and led me on.

The streets and alleys in the city are crowded with people, and from time to time, a few people can be seen carrying a rough version of the clay statue of Dionysus.There were a lot of parade crowds bustling behind, and many people were shouting excitedly.

Before approaching the temporary palace in the city of Hiropoli, I saw many people yelling around, and some of them spoke obscenely, as if they were visiting a brothel.I was a little curious, and wanted to go forward to join in the fun, but Hephaistion stopped me: "Axlia, this is a traditional program, there is nothing to watch, let's go."

What is there to see?It's all traditional programs, why is there nothing to watch before I watch them?I feel baffled: "It seems that many people like it."

Hephaestion said: "This program is not very elegant."

I think his mother-in-law just won't let me go there, so I just don't talk nonsense with him and run over to see it by myself.

I don't know how many days I have left to live. I can be happy every day. If I don't take a good look at such a knowledgeable thing, maybe I won't have a chance.Thinking of this, I sneaked through the crowd, and vaguely saw a few huge wine bags made of cowhide on the stone platform among the crowd. It's some kind of animal fat.The wine sac was bulging, and it seemed to be full of fine wine.

"Why haven't you come out yet!"

"How long will this wait!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! People! Come out!"

Impatient noises rose up.

I was still thinking about what they were going to do, when I saw several teenagers with handsome faces coming out and standing on the stone platform one after another.These boys are rosy-skinned, blond, tall and tall, wearing thin Greek white robes, probably brought here specially from Greece.Looking at their baggy clothes, it seems that they are not wearing anything underneath.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

I was blown away.The roar of the crowd has never been so uniform, and I can't help but wonder, is this really a striptease?What a wretched Dionysian festival...

A loud drumming pierced through the eardrums, and these boys seemed to have heard the shouts of the crowd, and they tore off their clothes without hesitation, and threw them to the ground.