Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

He... just continued on without hesitation.

I wandered my eyes for a long time, looked down at the ground in front of my feet, and finally shook my head with a wry smile: "Your Majesty is very clear about what he wants, and I don't think anyone can shake him. It seems that what happened to Krest didn't make him happy." Feeling disheartened, but more determined.”

Hephaistion was silent, he walked around me and walked into the tent, groped and sat down a little dejectedly, and gently kneaded the space between his brows with his hands.

The sky was overcast, with dark clouds billowing in from a distance like a huge net.I stood there for a while and then walked out, without direction or purpose.

"You..." Hephaestion's hesitant voice suddenly came from behind, I stopped and heard him ask calmly, "Tell me, will Alexander die on this journey?"

A low-pitched thunder sounded slowly, like a huge salute.

When I looked back at Hephaestion, he was very pale.

"Of course not." I moved my lips.

Hephaistion closed his eyes as if he had been pardoned, leaned back on the chair, and took a breath: "Apollo bless us."

I nodded nonchalantly and smiled.

The sacrificial activities of the Dionysus Festival were interrupted, and Alexander continued to return to the journey of chasing deserters without saying a word.Hephaestion had no choice but to send someone to make a hasty sacrifice on the last day of this month.Kassander's confinement and Krest's death dealt a big blow to the powerful Macedonian army.Although the situation is still calm on the surface, in fact, many people may have opinions on Alexander.

Coupled with the continuous occupation of new places along the way, it is necessary to allocate some manpower to manage each place.However, there were not many real Macedonian generals and soldiers under Alexander, but the mercenaries forcibly recruited from the Greek region accounted for the majority. Many Macedonians did not look down on these somewhat barren Central Asian countries.Therefore, the remaining soldiers were very dissatisfied.Besides, except for the rich Persia and Egypt, there were no countries and cities full of gold in the Macedonian imagination along the way. Many people began to doubt whether the path they chose, that is, to follow Alexander, was correct.

Hephaistion was devastated by such complaints and doubts.While he was tired of coping with all these, he also had to worry about Alexander's safety. After several days in a row, the tall and strong young man lost a lot of weight.

To my relief, many ministers did not pay much attention to my reappearance.Probably because of Alexander's absence, and because Krest's death was so sudden, they were all busy preparing for danger at this moment, for fear that if they accidentally said something wrong, they would suffer the same fate as him.

Light rain fell from the sky, it was bone-chillingly cold, and the sky and the earth were filled with a vast expanse of color.

Hephaistion was so busy that he naturally had no time to take care of me, and I seemed to be a free man again.I left the barracks and wandered aimlessly around the city.

The city is as lively as ever, vendors are still shouting loudly, women hurried past wearing veils, children laughing and jumping from the street to the end of the street.Passing by a small flower shop, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I stopped involuntarily.

In March, there were not many flowers blooming, so the bright purple bouquet was very eye-catching.Pure purple petals outlined in a circle of soft pale white.When I was in Persepolis Palace, I suddenly heard that Nessie fell ill once, and I seemed to be planning to send such passionately blooming violets.It's a pity that I broke it.

"How much is this?" I pointed to the bunch of flowers and asked the woman sitting in the shop in Persian.

The woman glanced at me and murmured.

I guessed that she might be speaking Sogdian or some local language, but I had never heard of it, so I spread my hands and shook my head, expressing that I didn’t understand.

She held out three fingers towards me.

As soon as I touched myself, I realized that I had no money at all. After thinking about it, I had to take off the thin gold chain around my neck and hand it to her, pointing to the bouquet of flowers.

A hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, she nodded hastily, and handed the violet to me.

The rain was not too heavy, and the number of people on the road gradually decreased. I walked out of the city without making a sound.

After asking Hephaestion for help, I finally learned that Nessi's place of burial was in a wilderness not far from the camp outside the city.Hephaestion told me that because he was an oracle priest, Alexander originally wanted to send him back to his hometown, but he was worried that the journey would be too long and his body would rot within half the journey, so he had to bury him on the spot.

Although there are no signs on the tombstone, Hephaistion told me that it is easy to identify.The wilderness was overgrown with weeds, and as far as the eye could see, only that piece was bare, because the soil had been refurbished.But as soon as I got there, I found that I could save even the effort of identification.

Not far away stood a familiar person.

All I could see was his long, straight chestnut hair and his spotless white Greek robe, but that was enough.He stood there in the rain, looking down at the bare land, his hair and clothes were very wet, as if he had been standing for a long time.I can hardly imagine his mood-a murderer stands in front of the grave of the person he killed, but when I see him, I feel like my blood will burst out.

My hands shaking the bouquet.

I admit, the moment I heard the news of Nexi's death, I really wanted to kill him.Such a feeling of hatred will not decrease as time goes by.Especially when I think of what Naixi has endured in the past, but this person is getting smoother and smoother on the path of his own destiny, and will even become a king on his own in the future, my hatred is even deeper.

Kassander!

Kassander quietly turned his back to me, motionless, as if he hadn't noticed my existence.

I stared at him, bent down, put down the bouquet, and took out a dagger from my waist.The handle of the dagger stuck to my palm, and it seemed to have drawn a line in my heart, causing a dull pain.

I want to kill him!This idea has never been stronger than it is now!

This move is crazy and whim, but I am not crazy.

As long as I kill him, I can avenge Nexi, and I can help Alexander get rid of a potential cancer!My Alexander, maybe his journey to the east will go further because of this!Maybe without this person, the treasonous intentions of those courtiers would not be put into practice!If this is the case, even if I die with him, the price is worth it.

Rewrite history, so what!I can't take care of that much anymore!It is impossible for me to stop Alexander from advancing, nor can I prevent him from realizing his dream of a hero, and it is even more impossible for me to be a bond between him and Hephaistion.But if I can help him, if I can let him die later, if I can bring him closer to the happiness I pursue...

That is, the man who will become a great legend.

I gritted my teeth, stopped only one step away from him, raised my dagger and swung it.

Even if he dies here, I will kill him!

The rain was very dense, and the sound of the dagger piercing into the flesh was quite clear. A large amount of blood poured out from his shoulders, and spilled down the white clothes on the back to the ground.My hand was shaking unbearably, and I was about to stab the second time when Kassander suddenly grabbed my right wrist.

"You came to see him too." He slowly turned around and looked at me, his handsome face was wet, as if someone had poured water on his head.

"I've been waiting for you to talk to me, but I didn't expect you to stab me in the back." Kassander spoke slowly and leisurely, no different from his usual lazy and elegant tone, but his breathing was very short .

Blood was still dripping down the hem of the clothes.

"That's right." I stared at him and said, "Not only will I stab you once, but I will stab you a second time."

Before he could react, I kicked his arm hard and stabbed at him again.

After all, Kassander was not a vegetarian, he instinctively dodged sideways, and took a few steps back quickly.

"You can't kill me," he said.

That's right, if he had a weapon, I wouldn't be able to kill him of course.But now he has no weapons, no armor and is injured, so I am not hopeless.

The blood surged up, and all I could think of was Nessie's voice and eyes, so I licked my lips and smiled: "Master Kassander, do you know that there is an old saying that soft people are afraid of hard ones, and hard people are afraid of horizontal ones?" Yes, I'm so afraid of dying. I don't even want my life, so you have to die with me!"

Kassander's long and narrow green eyes flickered slightly, he quickly dodged my second attack, and quickly punched me again.At the same time I was hit hard in the abdomen by him, I slashed him on the back without even groaning.

We both fell to the ground at the same time.

Blood flew out and splashed on the freshly turned soil.

Kassander knelt on the ground in embarrassment, looked at the blood on the ground, and after a while, he laughed muffled.

"Yeah, kill me, kill me." He muttered to himself like crazy, suddenly thrust his hand into the soil, grabbed a handful of bloody soil, and slowly crushed it.

"Izmo, are you satisfied? Seeing me die in front of you, will you finally smile happily?" Kassander's water-stained face was only left with an exaggerated smile, "But why should I As you wish? You are just a little slave. I can torture you as much as I like, play with you as much as I like. These are all things I say. Even if I go to hell, it must be me Make the decision, do you dare to say a word?"

His words completely broke the last string of reason in me, and my anger reached its peak in an instant.Trembling, I got up, threw myself on him desperately, and waved my fists unconsciously and frantically.

"What did you say? You scum! You bastard who hasn't repented until now!" I yelled at the top of my throat, tears flying uncontrollably, "God is a bitch! Why? Why? Why do good people have to bear miserable burdens? Fate, to be tortured to death by a villain like you? But a heinous bastard like you can pat his ass and leave, live a long life, and live in peace?"