Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

I growled.However, from the time I started punching until I finally stopped, Kassander never dodged or dodged, just lying on the ground coughing and laughing like a madman.

The blood stained the ground red, the light rain drifted non-stop in the sky, the mud and the grass were mixed together, only the bunch of violets I put down in the distance was still beautiful.The elegant chestnut-haired young man who had remained unchanged for thousands of years fell into a pool of blood with disgrace, with many drops of water flowing down his pale face.

I panted like a wild wolf and stared at him fiercely.

"Yeah, I want to know too." His green eyes looked at the sky in a daze, and he suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said quietly, "Why am I still living so peacefully?"

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck the soul in an instant.I suddenly understood, so I laughed lowly, wiped the bloody dagger, and put it back on my waist.

The dark clouds rolled, and the wind blew, blowing the drizzle like a huge crystal gauze curtain.

I picked up the violets on the ground, then hobbled back and placed them gently on the grassless grave without a stele.The delicate wind blew the beautiful petals of the violets, so I just sat down and patted the wet black ground.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to see you until now." I whispered, "I've been thinking about a question recently, but I can't figure it out, but now, I suddenly feel a little clear."

Kassander, who was lying on the ground not far away, spat out blood and said hoarsely: "You didn't kill me, are you shaken?"

I glanced at him with a sneer and didn't speak.

"I gave you a chance to sneak attack from behind. You should have killed me with the first stab, why didn't you kill me with one strike?" Kassander sat up slowly, put his hands on the ground, and looked up at me.

"Do you know what the greatest pain is, Nessi?" I ignored him, but said to Violet, "The greatest pain is that the thing you desire the most is lost, so you can never get it. And, I know I can’t get it, but I can only live like this day by day, I can’t die, I can’t let go.”

The sound of the wind gradually faded away, and the drizzle left no trace.

I wiped the water from my face, tapped the ground, and smiled slowly: "Hey, Nessie, you have a friend like me to see you off. Tell me whether you are lucky or unlucky."

But anyway, the time is coming to an end so quickly, you can finally let go and try to live a whole new life.

I stood up, patted the mud in my hand, and strode forward.When passing by Kassander, he stopped and looked at him.

"I understand you," I said softly, leaning over, "You are a coward, Kassander. You don't have the courage to give up your life, and you don't have the courage to accept the reality. All you do is to make yourself feel better. But, unfortunately, the one who killed you was not me, but Naixi. He was unable to kill you, so he died. No one will kill you again."

I laughed: "You are still young, you are only in your 20s, and you can live a long, long life, ten years, 20 years, 30 years... But, I know, you will never, never let go of the person in the grave."

Kassander's face turned pale all of a sudden, he didn't smile, and after a while, he said softly: "No, he's just a slave, you think highly of him, he's just a slave under my feet That's all, a lowly slave who can die for me anytime, anywhere."

As he was talking, he suddenly buried his head and grabbed his face uncontrollably.

"He's just... a slave."

This is enough, this is the best revenge.There is no killing, only the endless torture in my heart.

I sneered and walked away without looking back.

That night, I couldn't sleep, and I felt unhappy, so I got up and went to Alexander's tent by myself.Alexander didn't know where to set up camp now, and he didn't know if he was sleeping or making strategic deployments.Anyway, except for sleeping, he was almost idle for a moment.

After sitting stupidly for a long time, I suddenly saw a jug beside the table, which seemed to be still full.I took it over and smelled it, and it seemed to be red wine.

Without even thinking about it, I took two gulps.

The most desired thing will never be obtained... I smiled on the round table, this is not a kind of revenge for myself.

I finally understand why some people said that I don't understand love at the beginning, and I don't know how to love others.Because what I experienced in the past was not love at all, it was just two people who seemed compatible living and having sex together, as long as there was an obstacle, I could let it go, and as long as I had doubts, I could easily give up.

But no.

It's not like that when you really love someone.

"Bagoss?"

Just when my head was heavy and I was leaning on the chair and was about to fall asleep, I heard someone calling me.In a trance, I thought it was Alexander.

I reluctantly responded, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Hephaestion's poor complexion and two blue eyes covered with red blood.

"Why are you drinking here?"

"It's okay," I waved my hand, "By the way, I saw Kassander outside this afternoon, isn't he in confinement?"

Hephaistion pulled up a chair and sat down opposite me, and said tiredly: "Recently, there is a shortage of manpower. Kassander is a general, so he can't control him too hard. Go through Bactria, and then go forward for a while, and arrive at India, his support is definitely indispensable along the way. But he can't do anything now, his father is still playing in Macedonia, if he still knows himself, he will naturally not mess around."

I was a little dizzy, so I had to rub my eyes hard: "Your Majesty hasn't come back yet?"

Hephaestion propped his head up and said, "I've already sent communications soldiers to chase after them, but it may take a while."

The two were silent for a moment, the tent was dark, only the sound of quiet breathing.

"Tell me something," I said. "Whatever, tell me a little about Alexander."

Maybe it's because I've been drinking, I'm in a trance, and I'm a lot more courageous.

He glanced at me indifferently: "It's rare to hear you call him by his first name like this."

I smiled awkwardly and tapped the jug with my fingers.

As soon as I asked this question, I regretted it a bit.In such a delicate atmosphere, it didn't seem like a good idea to ask Hephaestion such a question.

"Do you want to hear it?" He paused, but suddenly smiled gently, "Yes."

The moonlight shines on his smooth forehead through the curtain, and one can vaguely see the rare peaceful smile on his face.

"How should I put it, I probably know more about Alexander than he himself. So I may not be able to explain clearly for a while, why not start with his family, the person who has the deepest influence on him —his father Philip begins."

If Alexander's greatest achievement was the great Eastern Expedition, then undoubtedly his father Philip was the overlord who pacified the whole of Greece.

In Hephaestion's description, I seem to see another Alexander, but a little different.

As Alexander's father, compared with Alexander's sunny and impulsive personality, it is obvious that Philip II was a steady and forbearing man.At that time, Macedonia was still a small and vulnerable country. As a political bargaining chip, 14-year-old Philip was sent alone to Thebes, which dominated Greece at that time, as a hostage, where he received education.

He happened to be a boy in puberty, according to Greek custom, so it was natural to have an older man as his lover and mentor.

Thebes did not treat the prince of this small country badly, and they appointed him an important general, Pai Lopid.Pailopide is more lenient than others and stricter with himself, dresses simply and lives a simple life, and leads a militarized hard life that is almost masochistic.And almost all of Philip's military and political ideas were learned from Pelopides.

According to the original plan of Thebes, Philip had no chance to come back.But things are such a coincidence.

When he was 17, mighty Thebes was raided by a king also named Alexander, ruler of another Greek city-state, Phaelai.The sudden attack made Thebes have no time to take care of the hostages of such a small country. In order to buy enough time to fight Alexander, Pailopide sent Philip back home.

That was the last time they met.

A year later, Palopides was captured alive by Alexander.That tyrant was like a playful and cruel cat, who could kill him at any time, but didn't do it.Alexander gave him a chance to organize his troops, give him a chance to resist, and even give him a chance to escape, but Palopide insisted on killing him himself before giving up.

He died by the sword of the tyrant's personal guard.

Of course Philip understood that the man who was gentle to others but harsh to himself, the general who taught him a lot about the world, the man who led him through the streets of Thebes Even if Palopid survives, the next time they meet, they will only be enemies on the battlefield.

Either you die or I die.

Six years later, when Philip finally confidently led his cavalry to the land of Ferae, the price he paid for this was an eye.He killed 6 people on the battlefield, and then drowned all 6000 captives.

"Why, what do you want to say?" Hephaistion stopped and looked at me.

"So, I can deduce that the one His Majesty Philip really likes is really a man?" I guessed that my face was full of shock, and I was completely sober, "My God, so what happened to Queen Olympias, I remember that he later married another woman? By the way, what happened to the guard who assassinated him?"

"His name is Pausanias." Hephaistion said.

Philip didn't like Olympias. It can be said that their marriage was purely for political purposes-marrying a princess from the Macedonian allies naturally only benefited Philip.He accepted, but he didn't know that she was a domineering and strong woman who was as beautiful as a rose but loved to sleep with snakes.

Of course, for political needs, his marriage was also polygamous.He has married many women in his life, from glamorous princesses to bewitching dancers.But no one can replace Palopid's position in his heart.Although he didn't say it, his loss of soul, his inattention, and the name he inadvertently called in a low voice when he was drunk many times—Pyropid, all told a fact.

He misses his love, Pailopide.