Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

Alexander smiled on his chin: "What questions do you have, do you have to ask them at this moment?"

"Your Majesty, we are discussing whose children are the great heroes, the twin brothers Castor and Pollax."

Well, I do know that.These two are the most powerful twins in Greek mythology. They are inseparable and deeply affectionate. Later, the elder brother Castor died in battle, and the younger brother Pollacks also asked the gods, hoping to exchange his life for his elder brother.Speaking of which, the two of them are still the origin of Gemini.

"Isn't their father Tyndarius?"

Someone yelled out.

I frowned, I remember their father wasn't Zeus, who was Tyndarius?Did I remember it wrongly?

Anak shook his robe casually, and said with a proud expression: "Everyone knows their heroic feats. The older brother is good at taming horses and equestrianism, and the younger brother is good at archery and boxing. However, you have overlooked one thing, this The father of the two is not the same person at all."

... Is he crazy?

The tall and thin scholar named Sakas immediately shouted: "You are pure nonsense! Their mother is Princess Lida of Sparta, and Lida's husband is King Tyndarios, besides, the two of them But twins, born at the same time, can they have different fathers?"

This guy's words are still more reliable, I nodded deeply, and found that many people nodded one after another. It seems that everyone thinks Anak is a lunatic just like me.

"No! Only Castor is the king's child, the son of man, and Pollacks is the son of God, the son of the great god Zeus!" He pointed his hand up to the sky, and retorted excitedly, "Zeus once incarnated as a swan and Princess Lida had a dewy marriage. This gave birth to the great son of God, Pollacks, who was brave and good at fighting, and gave his eternal life for his brother. He is a true hero!"

I was stupefied by him for a while, and before I recovered, I heard Sarkas shout dissatisfiedly: "What about Castor? Castor obviously died fighting for the country, just because he was Son of man, should the hero be buried?"

"Of course not!" Anak rolled up his sleeves and raised his voice, "They should all be called the sons of the god Zeus! Only gods can conceive such a great soul, and heroes are never ordinary!"

His round eyes suddenly rolled around, and his thick fingers pointed at Alexander: "Including you—the greatest living hero, Alexander the Great!"

After Anak finished speaking, he quickly bowed down with a plop, squirmed his fat body forward numbly, and then carefully held Alexander's cowhide boots with both hands, kissing the toe of his shoes as if they were treasures.

It turned out that the purpose of these two people jumping out was to flatter me, so I silently turned away.If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have had much hope for them.

"Ah, you're right!" Sarkas, who was furious just now and wanted to fight Anak to his death, suddenly made a 180-degree turn, showing a flattering and hypocritical smile, "How can Castor and Pollacks fight with us? They are also the sons of Zeus, which of their achievements can catch up with His Majesty? Sadly, the living heroes are always ignored by the world, but the sacrifices in the temple are all unknown people!"

As soon as this sentence came out, it was like a blockbuster, and the atmosphere suddenly became delicate.

Alexander smiled heartily, stood up from his chair, and took two steps forward.Only then did I realize that what he was wearing today was not the usual Greek robe, but a Persian dress in dark red and light orange.Such a soft and warm color is really dazzling on him.However, in the face of such excessive flattery, he didn't reject it in the slightest. Instead, he lowered his head and patted Anak's shoulder, saying cheerfully, "Get up."

I sighed helplessly, it's not a day or two since he likes to hear compliments from others.

Sarkas knelt down again and kissed the toe of Alexander's shoe.Then more people rushed to praise him, such as "Achilles is nothing more than that", "Your Majesty will be the most shining hero", "Apollo can't even match a hair of Your Majesty" and so on. More and more exaggerated remarks kept coming out, and they knelt down in front of Alexander one by one in turn, kissing the ground in front of him in convincing or pretending to be convincing.

Alexander stood among them, full of smiles, like a victorious warrior admiring his achievements piece by piece.

I can't tell, I don't know whether to be happy for him or afraid.But at this moment, I feel that Alexander seems to be farther away from me, or in other words, farther away from everyone.He seems to have changed, and it seems that there is still a shadow here.

But before I had time to worry, someone couldn't sit still.

Screams came from the stage, and the chorus actors fled in all directions. Krest, who was wearing a snow-white robe, stood slantedly on the temporary stage, and there was a creaking sound from his feet.He took a sip of wine with his wine glass, and suddenly smashed the wine glass unexpectedly on the back of the head of the man who was kneeling in front of Alexander.

The man cried out in pain, covered his head and rolled away, while the wine glass rolled to Alexander's feet, and a few drops of the light red wine splashed on his cowhide boots.

There were screams and many people fled.Alexander raised his head unhurriedly, and when he saw Krest, his eyes narrowed dangerously like a beast.

Krest's charming green eyes like snakes looked extremely scary at this moment. He squatted down and smiled at Anak and Sarkas: "Using the method of belittling ancient heroes to please your Majesty Alexander, what are you? Do you really respect him from the bottom of your heart, or do you have bad intentions at all?"

"What is Lord Krest so excited about?" Anak rubbed his big belly nonchalantly, "I'm just telling the truth. With Zeus as evidence, there is no fiction. Why? Lord Krest just like that Can't you hear the truth? Or is there a ghost called jealousy in your heart?"

"Jealous?" Krest seemed to have heard a big joke, and laughed uncontrollably, "Sycophants, tell me what do I need to be jealous of?"

I stared at Alexander uneasily and noticed that his face was getting worse and worse.Hephaestion turned his head twice, both times seeming to be looking for me.I closed my eyes and tried to recall the historical facts about these days, but I found that I couldn't even find Krest at all.

Damn!

My heart was pounding, I had a bad premonition, I must have missed some important information!

Anack sneered: "Does it need to be said? Your Majesty's glory is too numerous to count! His Majesty Philip only took Greece, but His Majesty the Son of God conquered Egypt and Persia, and brought us all the way here— —He brought us wealth, hope, and endless treasures for our descendants, and the world will eventually belong to us, Mr. Crest, which point can you do?"

Some people laughed loudly, applauded loudly as he spoke, and finally applauded.

"Stupid man!" Krest's smile didn't change, but his eyes became colder and colder. "All of this, and which thing was done by him alone? All achievements, all brilliance, all Isn’t the glory of our sacred and great Macedonia and all our soldiers?!”

As soon as this sentence was thrown out, the laughter around disappeared instantly, no one spoke, the silence was very awkward, it seemed that everyone was still in a dream.

Alexander's lips were tight, and he stood there like a statue.

Anack's face was contorted, but he still insisted: "But without His Majesty Alexander, who can lead us to obtain these? Can His Majesty Philip do it? Can Queen Olympias do it?"

"The story of His Majesty Philip's conquest of Greece is not only understood by you flatterers! An advanced Greece is worth hundreds of Persian and Egyptian troops!" Krest refused to let go, snorted and said, "The means of the superior are indeed powerful. I only know that when His Majesty Philip returned from a victorious battle in all directions, no one was so ecstatic that even the gods were trampled under their feet!"

Crest hiccupped and continued: "Wearing barbarian clothes, drinking barbarian wine, bragging about your achievements, while trampling on your father... Yes, do you need me to remember the time when I assassinated His Majesty Philip? Your bodyguard, are you instructed by your mother, Queen Olympias, to tell me in detail? Everyone will know how glorious you are as a hero..."

"What did you say?" Alexander asked suddenly.

say no more!

Say no more!

I dare not look at Alexander's expression, my legs are trembling, and human words are like knives, even if I don't care, my heart will be hurt no matter how I don't care, I understand this feeling.My Alexander, please stop listening!

"Your Majesty! Stop listening!" I yelled out in pain as I pushed forward in the crowd.

Ptolemy and Antigonus came back to their senses, and hurriedly jumped onto the stage to support Krest.

"Go away! You flattering dogs!" Krest swung his arms like crazy, and kicked Ptolemy off the stage abruptly. Then he turned his head, his eyes flashed, and he seemed to be taken aback. tears.

"You let him say, Ptolemy!" Alexander shouted roughly.

"You really have to speak out, Alexander, I saved you, if I hadn't saved you, you wouldn't be alive today!" Krest yelled fiercely, raising his right hand Raised it up, "It's this hand, you fucking see clearly, it's this hand that saved your damn life! I really regret it, saving a beast back then was better than saving you, a shameless king !"

Suddenly a shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and in a blink of an eye, Alexander jumped up, jumped onto the stage and punched him.

Krest fell heavily on the stage. Alexander grabbed his collar and asked angrily, "Crest, are you telling the truth?"

Krest coughed twice, got up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled slowly: "You ungrateful bastard, what right do you have to be with Philippi? You won Persia and forgot Macedonia. Forget your partner, no wonder Philotas and Kassander look down on you, and I look down on you too!"