Cleopatra's younger brother

San said it once, and Ptolemy XIII made a note of it in his heart every time he said it.

When Neferi finished speaking, Ptolemy XIII opened his eyes.

"Achilles has already become suspicious of you." Ptolemy XIII said in an affirmative tone. According to the character of that old and cunning man, he could tolerate Neferi to this point. I have to say, Neferi It does have wrists.

Neferi also nodded. If Achiles hadn't become suspicious of herself, she would not have traded with Ptolemy XIII with the incomplete map.

After all, after staying with that old fox for so many years, Neferi knew more about Achilles' character than she knew about herself.

"Where is Achilles now?" Ptolemy XIII asked.

"In the cella of the palace," Neferi replied, and Ptolemy XIII nodded.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII's indifferent look, Neferi suddenly stared, "Your Majesty, you can't go there." Although Ptolemy XIII didn't say anything, Neferi knew what he was thinking .

Ptolemy XIII raised his eyes and glanced at Neferi, "I must go."

He is running out of time now, as expected, Achilles has only seven days at most, although he seems to have not moved much these days, and he has not come to provoke Ptolemy XIII, but this is the calm before the storm. It is the most terrifying, especially Ptolemy XIII has not yet held the weight that can kill him.

"Achilles to you..." Neferi didn't continue, but the next words were self-evident.

"That depends on whether he has the ability." Ptolemy XIII said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Achilles already knew his dirty/dirty thoughts Ptolemy XIII in his heart, and he was no longer angry, because he was used to it. When he first came here, he could not see the faces and eyes of those people. Not forgotten.

Almost wherever Ptolemy XIII went, there was a sound of inhaling.

Thinking about the absurd things I did when I first came here, those people really took advantage of them a lot.

Ptolemy XIII turned around and looked at Neferi, "Two hourglasses, if I don't come out from there, you go to Caesar."

His tone was firm, leaving no leeway.

"Caesar?" Neferi repeated, for Caesar, she had only heard about it, and had never really seen it.

Ptolemy Thirteen nodded, he came to Nefiri's ear and said a word to her, Nefiri looked at Ptolemy Thirteen with some doubts.

"Really?" Neferi asked, wondering if Ptolemy XIII wasn't joking with her.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his temples fiercely, "Just say so."

Neferi nodded hesitantly.

"You go back first, don't let Achilles see any flaws, I will go later."

Neferi glanced at Ptolemy XIII with some concern, and finally retreated according to his order.

Ptolemy Thirteen came to the mirror step by step, looking at his scarred body in the mirror.

There is no embarrassment, but it adds a deadly temptation.

The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer, the only thing he can use now is his own body, which is really ridiculous.

At this moment, the fever on Ptolemy XIII's body hadn't dissipated, and the pain in his body was just enough to keep his mind clear.

He called Portinos and let him in alone.

"I want to go out." He said to Portinos, before waiting for Portinos to respond, Ptolemy XIII put his finger against the mouth he was about to open.

"Quiet." Ptolemy Thirteen narrowed his eyes, his voice slightly tired.

"King Ptolemy XIII, your current body cannot go out." Portinos defied Ptolemy XIII's order for the first time, he lowered his voice and took a step back.

He laid his fat body in front of Ptolemy XIII, as if if you go out, you will step out of me.

It was rare for Ptolemy XIII not to get angry at Portinos, or in other words, he didn't have the extra energy to get angry with him now.

"Changing clothes." Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said these two words.

The persistent low-grade fever made him unable to open his eyes.

"King Ptolemy Thirteenth, as a court minister. It is my duty to protect your health!" Portinos raised his voice unconsciously.

Ptolemy XIII opened his eyes helplessly, looking at the sand that was being lost in the hourglass little by little. No, it should be said that the time was decreasing little by little.

"Portinos." Ptolemy XIII said coldly.

Portinos nodded without moving his body half a step.

"If you don't want another person to serve, don't disobey my orders."

Hearing this, Portinos froze for a moment, no matter how stupid he was, he knew what the words meant, and his expression changed instantly.

"King..." Portinos' voice trembled.

"Stay well guarded at the door. Remember, none of you know that I have already gone out." Ptolemy XIII said in an orderly tone.

"Changing clothes for me." He could only say this to Portinos.

Ptolemy XIII had to go to see Achilles alone. If outsiders were present, he would definitely be more vigilant. Before his face was completely torn apart, Achilles still wanted to let Ptolemy XIII go. go.

But if there is the big horn of Portinos, things will probably become more and more chaotic.

Putting on the well-fitting black clothes again, Ptolemy XIII deliberately tore off his collar, revealing the indistinct bruises. This half-visible effect was even more tempting.

Ptolemy XIII went to the palace of Achilles by himself.

Before he got close, the playful and promiscuous voice came out.

Seeing the arrival of Ptolemy XIII, Achiles' guards actually blocked him from the door.

"The great Ptolemy Thirteenth King." Several people lined up saluted him, while another person went inside to announce.

It is really ridiculous that the king has to report to the minister when he sees the minister.

Ptolemy XIII frowned slightly, and there was no major change on his face, he remembered all of this.

He waited outside, standing until Achilles let him in.

The guards outside the door glanced at their king from time to time, panting loudly, a little boldly, even blatantly watching.

Half a moment later, the door of the hall opened, and the lewd and promiscuous aura that rushed over made people uncomfortable.

It's a man who knows what's going on inside.

The guards outside were a little disappointed, they haven't seen enough of this beautiful scenery.

Ptolemy Thirteen gave those people a cold look, his gaze made people shudder.

The people in front shrank their necks subconsciously.

Ptolemy XIII did not speak, he walked in step by step, he was the only one.

The door was slammed shut.

The guards outside all showed obscene and envious eyes, and a few of them couldn't help but took off their pants immediately, thinking about the amazing scene they just saw.

In the hall, the same scene was also staged, but at this time, Ptolemy XIII was still a bystander.

chapter35

Achilles tightly clasped the waist of the slave under him, and when he saw Ptolemy XIII coming in, he had a strange look in his eyes.His eyes were fixed on Ptolemy XIII, and he frantically accelerated his movements.

Those cloudy eyes, that disgusting growl, the room is full of corruption.

"I, dear king!" Achilles said a word every time he moved.

"Ptolemy! Ah!" He whipped the slave under him, seeing the blood-red mark on the white back, his whole body trembled.

Achilles roared comfortably, the sharp and disgusting voice filled the palace, "King Ptolemy XIII, king!" When convulsing, he repeated Ptolemy XIII very excitedly. name.

No nausea, no anger, Ptolemy XIII just quietly watched Achiles' "performance" from the sidelines, without any change in his expression.

It seems that everything in front of me does not exist.

For the last time, Achilles sat limply on the soft couch, still panting loudly.

"Get out of here." Achilles closed his eyes and said to the slaves, and he kicked a slave kneeling beside him.

When the slaves heard Achilles' order, their tense bodies relaxed. Today's torture did not expect to end so soon.

All of them lowered their heads, were naked, tiptoed, and stepped back from Achiles carefully.

Everyone had criss-cross welts, and one of the slaves with a pretty face was the most seriously injured. He was bleeding from his body as he walked.

When they all retreated, there were only Achiles and Ptolemy in Noda's palace.

Achilles was still half leaning on the soft couch, not showing the slightest intention to salute Ptolemy XIII.

He just lay there carelessly, his clothes scattered in all directions.

"My dear king, I don't know what's coming to me." Achilles looked at the respectful words, but his tone was arrogant.

Ptolemy Thirteen sneered, he looked at Achilles in the temple, and walked towards him step by step along the blood stains on the marble floor.

"I hurt Achilles last time, let me see your wound." When he said this, Ptolemy XIII had already come to Achilles.

Achilles half-opened his eyes, looked up at the suffocatingly beautiful face in front of him, and his eyes darkened again.

His eyes fell on the collar of Ptolemy XIII, and the faint trace made him excited again.

Ptolemy XIII saw all of this.

Achilles straightened up, looking at Ptolemy XIII without any scruples in his eyes.

Of course he didn't believe it, he came here just to see his wound, but no matter what the purpose was, since it was delivered to his door, he wouldn't let him go easily today.

At this time, Achilles had already made up his mind to abolish Ptolemy. Now that the military power is in his hands, whoever he wants to be the pharaoh of Egypt will be the pharaoh of Egypt. That person may be Ptolemy XIV may be Ptolemy XV, but it must not be Ptolemy XIII.

Achilles licked the corners of his somewhat dry mouth. He held Ptolemy XIII's hand and placed it on his face, "King, my wound still hurts."

"Really?" Ptolemy XIII looked at Achiles with cold eyes.

With his hands, he ruthlessly scratched at the wound Achiles was injured by his own sword, and the wound that had already healed opened again in an instant.

Ptolemy XIII pressed hard with his hands, and a lot of blood gushed out, "This wound really hasn't healed yet."

Unexpectedly, Ptolemy XIII would do such a thing. Achilles was stunned for a moment, but after realizing it, he felt a burning pain on his face after he realized it.

He raised his foot and kicked forward fiercely, regardless of who the person in front of him was.

Ptolemy XIII had already expected that he would have such a move, he turned to the side, cleverly dodging Achiles' attack.

He turned his head and smirked at the corner of Achilles' mouth, "What is Achilles doing?"

The innocent tone, coupled with his face, is captivating.

Achilles rushed towards Ptolemy XIII, but missed, "My dear king, come here, and I will tell you."

His eyes stared straight at Ptolemy XIII, as if he was about to eat him.

Ptolemy XIII shook his head, "It's not me, but you." He came to Achiles' bed and lay down, and said to him seductively.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed the bottom of the bed with his hand, frowned slightly, and looked up at the gauze curtain on the bed again.

When Achilles saw Ptolemy XIII like this, his whole body boiled up. He had thought about this scene countless times, but he didn't expect it to become a reality today. He really is a promiscuous bitch. It seems that Caesar really couldn't satisfy him. "

Achilles unhurriedly picked up the whip on the ground, since it was delivered to his door, how could he be doing himself a favor if he didn't enjoy it properly.

There was a disgusting lewd smile on his face, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up.

The icy whip hit the marble, once and for all, especially harsh in this empty palace.

Ptolemy XIII sat up. He squinted his eyes and looked at Achiles who was walking step by step, and suddenly stood up.

"Achilles, I want to live, what do you think I should do." Ptolemy XIII asked him, half leaning against the side of the bed.

"Want to live?" Achilles stopped, and suddenly laughed out loud, all the muscles in his body were shaking.

Ptolemy XIII touched the pillar of the bed, then nodded, "I want to live."

Achilles suddenly stopped smiling. He looked at his body, "If Your Majesty can satisfy me, I will tell you how to live."

Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes. He walked step by step, taking off his clothes one by one. Accompanied by his movements, Achilles' voice became more urgent, and he was even trembling because of excitement.

Passing by, Ptolemy XIII did not stop in front of him, but came to the edge of the bath beside him. At this moment, he was naked, with his back to Achilles .

He slowly approached the pool, then turned around and leaned against the pool wall.

This bath was actually two times larger than the one of Ptolemy XIII. His feet moved up and down in the pool, and the water patterns spread out bit by bit, and Ptolemy XIII's brows also relaxed. .

He looked up at Achilles who was still standing there with his eyes closed, with a slight smile on his lips.

Ptolemy XIII slowly put himself into the water, his movements were extremely slow, and there was hardly any sound.

After waiting for half a moment, Achiles, who did not wait until Ptolemy XIII opened his eyes, was gone.

There was a feeling of being teased, "This bitch!" Achilles cursed.

At this moment, water splashes sounded, and Ptolemy XIII floated up from the pool.

Achilles was stunned for a while, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "My king, what are you doing." He asked, but there was already a murderous intent in his tone.

"I'm waiting for you to find me." Ptolemy XIII said with a smile.

"Really?" Achilles picked up the long whip from the ground.

Ptolemy Thirteen nodded, "It's a pity you didn't find me." He looked at Achilles with some regret, "The game is over, Achilles, I won."

Achilles laughed loudly, "King Ptolemy Thirteen, isn't it a little early for you to say that?"

The leather whip landed on the water, causing splashes, and the tip of the whip landed on the shoulder of Ptolemy XIII, adding another red mark to the bruised skin.

"Whether it's early or not, it's not up to Achiles." Ptolemy XIII responded, and he touched his shoulder, which seemed to be bleeding.

This vulnerable physique really gave him a headache.

Ptolemy XIII's indifferent appearance completely angered Achiles, and he let him know today who is in charge, and his murderous intent gradually arose.

Achilles stepped into the pool in two steps. He was holding a whip and trying to use it to strangle Ptolemy XIII's neck.

In the image of Achilles, the Ptolemy XIII in front of him is still the weak him before, the one who has no power to restrain the chicken.

But what he didn't expect was that Ptolemy XIII easily avoided his attack.

This is not relying on the skill, but relying on the brain.

Ptolemy XIII had already thought that he would come to this step, and acted ahead of time.

This slam made Achiles even more annoyed, but he calmed down immediately as a person who had experienced the battlefield.

He slapped the water in the pool violently, and the water splashed up. The strength and frequency were so great that it seemed like water mist in front of his eyes.

He quickly rushed in the direction of Ptolemy XIII, and before he could dodge, Ptolemy XIII was grabbed by his wrist.

Achilles pinched it fiercely, and the severe pain made Ptolemy XIII tremble. He bit Achilles' wrist with his teeth, trying to make him let go.

Unexpectedly, Achilles did not move. Instead, he tied Ptolemy XIII with a whip and pressed his head into the water.

A mouthful of water was poured into his mouth, and Ptolemy XIII stabbed fiercely at the filthy place under his body with the knife he had prepared in advance.

Achiles screamed. He kicked Ptolemy Thirteen frantically, kicked him directly to the edge of the pool, and slammed his head on the wall of the pool. Ptolemy Thirteen As soon as it gets dark, it seems to be about to faint.

Achilles rushed over frantically, strangled his neck with his hands, he wanted to kill him, kill this bitch!

The pool water has been stained red with blood.

Ptolemy XIII struggled vigorously, but was tightly strangled by the already mad Achilles.

Just when he thought he was going to die...

chapter36

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the palace, and the swords clashed with each other, making a blunt sound, accompanied by a low growl.

The noisy sound spread into the hall, and Achilles glanced in the direction of the palace gate with red eyes, his gaze was terrifying.

While Achilles was distracted, Ptolemy XIII used his knee to slam the wound on Achilles' body. If the knife just hurt his life/roots a lot, then this After a while, he was completely broken.

The severe pain caused Achilus to let go of his hand, and Ptolemy XIII jumped from the pool to the marble floor with the last of his strength.

"Bitch, I'm going to kill you!" Achilles yelled, the veins on his face collapsed. At this moment, he was already in a state of madness. He wanted to kill this bitch, this bitch. !The thought filled his body.

Achilus chased after him suddenly, and Ptolemy XIII, who had no strength in his body, could only crawl on the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the door in front of him, and the time of the two hourglasses had passed.

Achilles pinched Ptolemy XIII's ankle with his hand, so hard that people could hear the sound of bones breaking.

This pain was far from enough for Achilles, this bitch destroyed his masculine dignity and turned him into an eunuch like Portinos.

He wanted to skin him and eat his flesh, and he wanted Ptolemy XIII to die.

Bloodthirsty expression, distorted face that can no longer look straight at.

Achilles is really crazy!

Enduring the pain, Ptolemy XIII still did not give up, and he moved towards the gate of the palace bit by bit.

The mad dog behind him had already started eating Ptolemy XIII. His mouth was stained with blood, and he was chewing the meat he had just bitten off.

Feeling no pain, Ptolemy XIII was still crawling.

Signs of life seemed to be disappearing bit by bit.

Is it over?It's really not reconciled.

In a daze, there was a heavy metal sound, and the door of the temple was kicked open. Ptolemy XIII looked up, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Caesar, you are here."

As he said this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and passed out.

The blood on the ground darkened Caesar's eyes for a moment, and there seemed to be some emotions surging inside.

There was still the sound of fighting against each other behind him.

Only Caesar walked in.

He looked at Achiles who was already insane, and saw bloodstains under his body, and even more bloodstains on his face.

Achilles kept shouting, "Kill you, kill you!"

Looking at Ptolemy XIII who was naked/naked and passed out, Caesar's expression became more and more icy.

He stepped forward and kicked Achilles aside, with such force that he kicked him directly into the pool, and the water sprayed to Caesar's feet,

Alarmed by the violent noise, Achilles' guards rushed in, and some of them held Caesar with icy swords.

However, Caesar did not look back at them.

Ptolemy XIII's calf was still bleeding, and two pieces of flesh were torn off by Achilles. The wound was horrible.

"Damn it." Caesar cursed under his breath.

Caesar suddenly turned his head, and the hand of the warrior who was holding his sword against him trembled when he was stared at by terrifying eyes.

Caesar drew out the sword at his waist and stabbed at it, and the sword was instantly knocked down.

The man who was attacked looked at Caesar in front of him in horror. Just as he was about to step back, Caesar's sword hit his neck.

Seeing such a scene, the people around Caesar did not dare to move.

Although Achilles is now stronger than Caesar, this is only in terms of the number of large troops. When it comes to combat effectiveness, Caesar's soldiers alone can resist several of them.

"Take off your clothes." Caesar said coldly, his voice was like Shura from hell.

The soldier who was pressed against by the sword, at this moment, whatever Caesar said, he would do.

Caesar took the clothes and kicked the soldier out.

Those who were still eyeing Caesar subconsciously clenched their swords tightly, but did not make any further moves.

Caesar threw his clothes on Ptolemy XIII. Although it was a throw, this action was much gentler than before. Caesar also deliberately avoided Ptolemy XIII's wound.

He bent down and picked up Ptolemy XIII.

There was not a single intact part of his body, and Ptolemy XIII at this moment was much more embarrassed than when Caesar saw him the last time.

The sound of water sounded, and Achilles crawled out of the pool in a state of embarrassment. He clutched his lower body tightly, and the cold water brought him back to his sanity. At this moment, his face was frighteningly white.

But he insisted on standing up, and casually found a piece of clothing to wrap around his waist.

He looked at Caesar with dead eyes, and then at Ptolemy XIII in his arms.

"Caesar, you seem to meddle too much." Achilles said hoarsely.

Achilles tricked the soldiers standing behind Caesar and let them attack Caesar from behind.

Being hurt like this by that bitch, Achilles wished they would die right now.

"I'm here to take my people away, General Achilles, what's your objection?" Caesar said blankly, and after saying this, he turned his head to glance at Achilles' soldiers behind him.

They lowered their heads, and subconsciously took a small step back a little timidly. After what happened just now, the soldiers behind Caesar didn't dare to take any action at all.

Because they also have cold swords behind them, swords that are faster than themselves.

Even if their lives are humble, they are human and want to live.

"Okay, very good." Achilles laughed loudly, and he changed into a smile, bleeding from his lower body, and at the end of the laugh, he even clapped his palms, he really underestimated this bitch!

Although he knew that Ptolemy XIII had hooked up with Caesar, what Achilles didn't expect was that their relationship had reached such a level.

Achilles knew Caesar's attitude as a bystander, which was why he hadn't done anything for a long time.

Even though Ptolemy XIII personally admitted his relationship with the Caesar alliance last time, the old and cunning Achiles did not fully believe it.

Although he hated Rome, from the bottom of his heart, he was still afraid of Rome's strength.

Before he became the ruler of the Ptolemaic dynasty, Achilles did not want to have a deadlock with Caesar.

He even had the idea of ​​forming an alliance with Caesar.

But now it seems that he and Caesar can no longer coexist.

Caesar has been involved in the struggle for the power of the Ptolemaic dynasty, and judging from the current situation, his chosen object is Ptolemy XIII.

Achilles sneered, if he was in other places, he would definitely lose to Caesar with his current strength, but in Alexandria, everything was different.

He, Achilles, holds the absolute initiative!

"Caesar, the great Caesar." Achilles raised his voice and didn't say anything else, but the look in his eyes was already a sign of war.

He wants to see how long Caesar can maintain this haughty look!

"I still have something to do, my honored guest, please." Achilles issued the order to evict the guest, and he waved his hand to let the soldiers behind Caesar withdraw.

Achiles was not afraid of Caesar, but according to the current form, if there was a conflict in the palace, the outcome would be impossible to judge.

Caesar didn't speak, he glanced at Achiles, turned and left with Ptolemy XIII in his arms.

That glance was filled with killing intent.

A war is about to begin.

Caesar directly carried Ptolemy XIII to his own temple, instead of using the Egyptian physician, Caesar found his accompanying doctor—Quintus.

Looking at the shocking wound, even Quintus, who had seen too much blood on the battlefield, frowned. There was really not a single intact part of his body.

The wrist and ankle were slightly fractured, and two pieces of flesh were missing from the calf. The wound on the right hand was already inflamed, and it was a whole circle more swollen than the left hand. The whole body was bruised and purple, and there was also a low-grade fever that never subsided.

Quintus couldn't imagine how the man in front of him could endure so much torture.

"How is he?" Caesar asked.

Looking at Ptolemy XIII in front of him, Caesar could no longer associate it with the first time he saw him.

Quintus shook his head, "The injury is too serious, whether you can wake up or not depends on fate."

Hearing this, Caesar frowned lightly, "He can't die."

"This..." Quintus was a little embarrassed, he was injured like this, whether he was dead or alive, obviously only God could control it.

Caesar gave Quintus a cold look, and the suppressed aura made Quintus unable to say a word.

Quintus had a bitter face, and his expression was quite helpless. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and nodded. He looked at Ptolemy XIII and thought to himself, "My life is in your hands."

"Are you going to die?" There was a strange laugh in his ears.

"Coward, coward." These two words echoed over and over again.

"Get out!" Ptolemy Thirteen roared, and he sat up suddenly, feeling the pain in his body.

Every muscle in his body began to tremble.

Caesar put down the map in his hand, looked at someone, his hands trembled, "Not dead yet." He said coldly, then lowered his eyes to cover up the flash of emotion.

With a familiar tone, Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar for a long time, "Caesar?"

Ptolemy XIII called out to Caesar, his voice a little hoarse.

Caesar had a dark face, he looked up at Ptolemy XIII, "It seems that King Ptolemy has amnesia."

When his sanity returned, Ptolemy XIII could clearly see the appearance of Caesar in front of him.

"You are here." Ptolemy XIII said with a smile.

The corner of Caesar's mouth twitched, and Neferi's words sounded in his ears...