Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

Hephaestion couldn't bear it any longer and stood up all at once.

Luxin Marcus finally woke up. He took a sleepy look at the situation, and quickly went up with Seleucus and Hephaestion to hold Alexander.

"Alexander, calm down, don't be as knowledgeable as him. Krest has no malicious intentions, it's just that he drank too much today!" Seleucus yelled.

Luxin Marcus, who had never spoken much, also echoed: "That's right, it's useless for one's own people to beat one's own people, Alexander, wake up, we have more important things to do!"

Hephaestion pulled Alexander's face hard and touched his forehead: "Alexander, look at me, don't think about those things! Don't think about the past! It's over, really, it's over! Now you Is our king, only you are!"

The persuasive persuasion finally eased Alexander's cold face a little. He frowned, as if restraining himself, slowly loosened Krest's collar and walked off the stage.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Krest's chuckle suddenly sounded from behind Alexander.

"I used to think that you were a child who could compete with Philip, but obviously, I was wrong." He sneered, and said word by word, "No matter how hard you try, you are destined to never be as good as Philip. Your father, little wretch."

Tragedy happened!

While everyone was still in shock, Alexander rushed to the edge of the stage with bloodshot eyes.There is a pile of spears and iron swords that will be used in the performance later.He took out a handful casually, and threw it fiercely at Krest.That blow was surprisingly precise, passing right through the chest.

Blood, blood gushes out like a waterfall.

Krest lowered his head with a smile, his eyes widened in disbelief, and when he looked carefully, the brilliance in the snake's eyes faded little by little, and then he hit the ground lifelessly like a boulder.

Alexander stood alone on the stage, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he was panting heavily.The hustle and bustle around him seemed to be unable to break into his heart, he just stood there, watching gently.

Antico stepped forward quickly, tested Krest's breath and heartbeat, and finally shook his head gloomily.

Crest is dead!

The courtier who had always been outspoken and treated Alexander like his own child, Philip's most loyal partner, died!

I remember what he said to Alexander, the loving look in his eyes is vivid in my memory.

"I'm not a very flattering guy. Philip entrusted you to me, and I will naturally do my best. I hope you are greater than your father-do you understand, it's not easy, I'm with you Philip comes down, I know it's not easy, but you have to work hard."

He was actually killed by Alexander himself!

The frightened crowd, crying children, and glaring blood covered the ground, like a map that was exchanged for souls, depicting a gradually expanding shape.Alexander sat down slowly, kneeling in front of Krest's body, staring at the scene in front of him, neither sad nor happy.

I took a step forward, heartbroken like a knife.

No one dared to speak to him.

It was golden curly hair, blue pupils, and a lonely heart that could never be fulfilled.

That was my Alexander's loneliest moment.

He suddenly threw himself on Krest with all his strength and desperately, and roared to the sky.Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, Alexander hugged Krest, and finally burst into tears.

Ptolemy began to lead the guards to drive away the people present, and I stood aside in my guard uniform.Such a distance that is neither far nor near can be crossed in one step, but I can only watch it with a trembling heart.

How much I want to touch his face and tell him not to cry.

But I understand that no one can taste this pain instead of him, great pain.

Hephaistion walked forward slowly, stood beside him and bent slightly.He was whispering something to Alexander, but Alexander's eyes didn't look at him, as if he lost focus, he just stared at Krest ecstatically.

His eyes were very wrong.

I observed carefully, and suddenly my heart froze. What he was looking at was not Krest at all, but the spear on his chest!

He stood up slowly, reaching for the spear.

With his appearance, he clearly wanted to commit suicide!

"No!" I yelled like crazy, flew over and pulled out the spear, and took a few steps back behind me.

Alexander finally raised his head and met my gaze.

We have looked at each other many times, but never once did I feel so out of breath.The sadness accumulated in those eyes seemed to burst out suddenly at this moment. At this moment, the lonely soul faded away its greatness, leaving only the innermost heart that was never understood many years ago and was riddled with holes.

There is a price to pay for being a hero.

Even if you are misunderstood, looked down upon, stabbed, or betrayed, even if you want to stay away from everyone and hurt everyone, even if you kill your loyal companion by mistake because your heart is not firm enough.

Even if one day I look back, no one can stand side by side with me anymore.

"Give it to me." He said hoarsely.

"Either have everything or have nothing." I tightened my hands, imitating his tone, and said softly, "Your Majesty, do you still remember?"

"Give it to me!" Alexander said stubbornly, reaching out to snatch it.

I threw the spear away, then raised my hand and punched him as hard as I could.

"Coward!" I gritted my teeth and said excitedly, "Crest doesn't care about your life! If you want to atone for him, go on with this guilt! Prove yourself to him!"

Alexander staggered a few steps, couldn't stand firmly, and fell to the ground.

I rubbed my eyes and hurried to help him, but was suddenly hugged by him.His hug was so hard, my heart softened, I still hugged him and patted his shoulder.He wept in a muffled voice, crying so desperately and heartbreakingly that his whole body was shaking.

"Bagoss, I, I killed..."

"No one is perfect," I whispered to him, "and neither are you, Alexander."

"Crest...Crest...I'm a murderer...I'm a murderer..." he kept saying in staccato staccato.

For three days, Alexander lay in the tent without eating or drinking.

Things in the army were busy, and they were all transferred to Hephaistion.He took time to take care of Alexander flawlessly, so he sent me there.According to him, anyway, Alexander is not in the mood to think about why I am here, and he doesn't seem to be that wary of me, so it should be fine.

But I am very sad.Because Alexander seemed to have no will to survive at all.

For the past three days, he didn't speak, just lying on the bed in a daze.Sometimes with a smile on his face, sometimes he curled up sadly as if thinking of something painful.One night, when he was in better spirits, he suddenly turned to me and said, "Bagos, do you know who I was closest to when I was young?"

His voice was rough and dry, and for a moment I couldn't believe it belonged to that scrappy young man.

It was rare for him to speak, so I became very interested and said, "Isn't it Lord Hephaistion?"

"Hefes met later," he shook his head lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "it's my nanny, Lannis."

"Lanis?" I seem to have heard him mention it.

"Yes, Lannis, she has very beautiful eyes." Alexander narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts gradually drifted away, "At that time, my mother was busy fighting with my father, and didn't care about me. Lannis was gentle and kind, it was her Bring me up with one hand."

I nodded and poured him some water.

"Crest, he is Lannis's only younger brother." Alexander murmured, covering his eyes with his hands, another tear slid down the corner of his eyes.