Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

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Title: Assassins of Persia: The Prisoner's Dance

Author: Mr. Deep Sea

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An enchanting sick priest and an emperor's attacker X, a rebellious and ascetic assassin.Beauty attack beauty.

【His eyes are dark, revealing a possessive desire that pierces through his heart.

If Flaviz is a star fallen from the sky, still trying to shine in the dust, then this devil is a manshera blooming from the swamp of blood, which can tempt people to fall into hell.

I have no doubt that the man who bought me is a devil.Meeting him may be my retribution for running away from Flaviz.

Rome will become my new prison, making me feel like I was trapped in that hellish cave in Athens back then, turning me back into a trapped beast. 】

The story of a once ED who was reborn with the help of the power of the Gorgon, and captured the little Persian lover who escaped from him.

Background During the war between the Persian Sasanian Dynasty and Rome in the 1th century AD, the history is superficial and slightly magical, CP is determined, 1V[-].

Content tags: special liking love war western romance

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ulyans, Arthioin┃Supporting actors: Shapur II, Constantius II, Ishkad, Laius┃Others:

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Chapter 1 Wedge

rumbling—

A bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds, and the sudden light in the chaos illuminated a solitary white temple on the top of a hill in Athens.It clings to the winding and steep steps of the ridge, and a thin child is trembling climbing.His movements were so slow, like a stranded fish wriggling, dragging a long trail of blood behind him, which was gradually being wiped away by the downpour.

He was covered in blood, his thin back was exposed from the broken clothes, and the mottled scars on the white skin were shocking.

In the darkness, there were shouts of pursuit from afar.He didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he turned back, he would fall into that hell-like cave again, and would accept cruel castration like his other miserable companions, and become a prostitute with his broken body. I.He desperately crawled towards the entrance of the bright temple, knowing that he might not be rescued by the gods even if he climbed to the top, but he still tried his best, as if he was fighting against fate for the last time before dying.

He was in a trance, and his strength was rapidly losing with the rainwater flowing through his body, and he only had the strength to look up.The weak child was about to cry and wailed in pain.

And as if God finally reached out to him with merciful hands, a figure peeled off the outline from the miraculous fire above, and slowly walked towards him.

He blinked and saw a boy in a white cloak.His clothes fluttered in the wind and rain, like the Son of God descending, half of his face was covered by the brim of the cloak, only his pale and handsome jaw was exposed.Under the slender neck was a thin and almost weak body, which seemed unable to play the role of a protector.

With a kind of hopeless expectation, the child still held on tightly to the hem of his clothes, but suddenly saw that the boy's slender ankles were tied with a chain that was thicker than the chain he broke free from.

As if being suddenly strangled by the throat, he opened his mouth and wept silently.

"Don't be afraid... I will protect you." A cold voice whispered.

The rich fragrance poured into his mouth and nose along with the cloak covering him, and a pair of cold hands cupped his bloody face.He pulled him into his arms, trying to give him the only strength he could.

Their bodies hugged each other tightly in the boundless darkness, like a huge cage woven with the web of fate, two trapped beasts clinging to each other, absorbing each other's warmth to live, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Chapter 2 [I] The Bound Slave

"This is the last one, a slave from Sasanian Persia 1!"

A voice called out high above his head.I numbly listened to the uproar of surprise around me, without any ups and downs in my heart, I felt that it was another person who was being clearly priced.

When he was pushed down and knelt down, the cloth strips over his eyes were still tightly tied.I couldn't see anything, I only felt the scorching sun shining on me, as if the flames were burning the smell of dead grass.

I seem to be returning to that night when I was taken prisoner in the tragic war of Nasebin.Fires were burning all over the sky and fields by the river, black gunpowder smoke permeated everywhere, the sound of the ivory horn resounded through the sky, and the sound of horseshoes and golden swords was deafening.The Roman cavalry with javelins approached menacingly, and the shield phalanx approached layer by layer, like a group of dead vultures.

Then dozens of cold-lighted javelins aimed at me, as if I was a piece of meat on a chopping board—how similar to my current situation.

At this time, a string of clanging coins followed the footsteps from far to near, and the strong smell of alcohol hit my face, and then my chin was lifted by a rough palm: "Ah, look, it's so beautiful Let me see the eyes of this rare oriental bird, I heard that the eyes of the Persians are as dazzling as opals!"

"That's no good, you have to pay for him - he starts at fifteen gold coins, the most valuable slave we have here." I heard the merchant who sold me praise me in an exaggerated tone, and patted me on the cheek , as if I were really a piece of cargo that couldn't speak.

I bit my lip and didn't move.

I swear to Ahura God 2, if he can protect his people in the land of Rome, if this great god will undo my shackles and give me a sharp sword at once, I will be able to use amazing speed Cut off the head of the person in front of you.

"It's really silky skin..." The hand resting on my cheek stroked affectionately.I turned my head to avoid it, but was caught by the neck ring and couldn't move.

Then the mask on his face was pulled off a few times, and I heard the slave owner stop in dissatisfaction, "My lord, you can't touch him until you pay the bill," "If you look into his eyes, you will He must be bought. He started at fifteen gold coins!"

"Oh, so expensive? Then I have to inspect the product carefully. If it is qualified, I can present him to my master. I can't see with my eyes, so can I try his small mouth like a poppy flower? "

"Wait! He's dangerous, don't touch him casually!"

With the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, my mouth was pried open unexpectedly.The sharp dagger was pressed against my chest, and it poked menacingly.Immediately afterwards, before I could react, a thick and fishy thing slammed into between my lips and teeth, rubbing against my palate wantonly.

I retched a bit when I realized what a nasty thing it was.

The thing pushed deeper and I almost threw up.A great sense of humiliation filled the whole heart.Ignoring the blade on my chest, I opened my mouth without hesitation, clenched my teeth fiercely, and spit out the filthy thing I bitten off.Thick and warm blood splashed all over my body, a heart-piercing howl pierced the sky, and the dagger on my chest pierced straight into my heart.I dodged a few inches, the blade cut through my chest and deeply embedded in my shoulder.

What is more real than the blade in my body is the swollen desire for revenge. I sneered, spit out the thick and disgusting dirty blood in my mouth, and raised the corners of my mouth.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Amidst the horrified sounds around me, I was roughly dragged off the high platform by the chains that bound my hands and feet, and thrown on the cold ground.The whip fell on his back like a torrential rain, and the sharp pain like a needle pierced deep into the bone marrow.I curled up and endured quietly, clenching my teeth, without making a cry of pain.

In order to prevent damage to the appearance of the slaves, they often use this kind of vicious whip. It is thin and soft, and it does not cause any major scars to the skin, but it is enough to make people feel pain in the spine. Many slaves are scared as long as they hear the whip. Desperate, but not including me.

Thanks to my six years of samurai training, I have an amazing tolerance for pain, and this physical pain is nothing.Though my blood is boiling inside me, there's a beast inside me waiting to be killed, just waiting for them to open the stable and let it out.

tbc

Zoroastrianism is called in the Celestial Dynasty: Mingjiao, so Shou is a brother of Mingjiao... It can be understood in this way>_>

Chapter 3 [II] The Uninvited Guest

The beating didn't last long, and it ended with a yell I had expected.

How could he be willing to destroy his most valuable cargo?He redeemed me for five gold coins from a prisoner-of-war prison on the outskirts of Rome, and took me on a long journey to a more affluent city, hoping that I would be sold for a good price.

"I rescued you from the death row, is that how you repay me, Persian bird? I should throw you back to the dark place where the sun is dark, and let you rot into a pile of rotten meat!" the slave trader said. Cursing with his eyes tearing apart, he stepped on my back, grinding like it was crushing me.One hand grabbed my turban, forced me to look up, and pulled off the blindfold.

The sun forced me to squint my eyes.The crowd below the stage burst into a burst of noise, like a swarm of flies buzzing in my eardrums, which made me feel dizzy and nauseous.

"I didn't want to just kill you and waste your face, Persian boy. But you made it impossible for me not to, and you got me in trouble." The sound of the tip of the knife hissing across the stone was heard. my eardrums.

The black figure in front of me raised his hand, as if intending to cut my neck off.But I knew that this slave trader didn't want to kill me, otherwise the other buyers and his money would be lost for nothing.

Just as I was sure, the cold blade stayed at my throat, only drawing a shallow bloody mouth in a threatening manner, and people around me yelled.The slave trader had a sinister smile of fulfillment on his face, no doubt putting on a show for the audience.

But I would rather live as a slave than die.

A Persian warrior deserves to die in battle and never be a slave.

I raised my neck, leaned my head against the tip of the knife, squinted at this guy, and said firmly: "Listen, I have more uses than being a plaything—I can kill people. I heard Rome has a good place to make money, the Colosseum, where you should sell me. Every duel I win, you'll be paid handsomely. It's a better deal than selling me, isn't it?"

"Murder?" The slave trader laughed as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, and raised my chin with the tip of a knife, "You can kill with your skinny little body? It's almost like being a child prostitute, you Want to go to the arena to fight against guys twice your size? Stop dreaming! Just wait and sell your ass!"

I gritted my teeth and squeezed the blood foam out of my mouth: "I can prove it to you. If you can give me a sword and a person who is willing to fight with me.

"Oh, gods, listen, this soft Persian bird wants to find a duel!" As if hearing some big joke, the slave trader grinned wide.He dragged me off the ground and dragged me back to the high platform where the slaves were displayed.

On the stage, there is still a pool of blood of the unlucky ghost whose genitals were bitten off by me.The crowd in the audience was boiling because of this excitement, and all kinds of eyes gathered on me.

Slightly raising my jaw, I looked coldly down the stage, as if standing high on a beast garden, watching a group of wild beasts dominated by instinct—or even not even wild beasts, just a group of stupid and greedy livestock.A herd of Roman cattle who were not worthy even to look up at a Persian.

"Look!" Afraid that I wouldn't be able to sell it, the slave trader could only dance and shout, "My lords! Although it's a bit wild, but look at the green eyes like agate and the slender figure, isn't there something wrong with that?" Would your lord want to keep such a rare oriental slave in your home? A stunning beauty from Sassanid Persia - a warrior from our arch enemy! What a challenge! With training, he'll be the one to die for Fairies..."

The obscenity finally pissed me off a little.

However, my identity was exposed, which immediately set off a noisy discussion among the crowd.There were obscene laughter and admiration one after another, and my price was raised one after another.

I knew I needed a weapon, a chance to wash my blood and shame, and let the beasts understand what would happen if they treated a Persian warrior as cargo.Even if I were alone in a foreign country, and outnumbered to gain true freedom, I could force this slaver to throw me into the arena instead of trying to make me a plaything.

"Persian warrior, never be a slave." I whispered in my mother tongue, with a terrified tone.This is the oath that every Persian warrior chooses to commit suicide when he is about to be captured.Then I changed to Latin: "We only serve the truly strong. If you want us to surrender, you must first prove that you are qualified to bow your head."

I deliberately piqued the interest of these livestock.I heard that in Rome, which highly advocates machismo, feminine men are the most shameless, and manly men are often more keen to conquer masculine slaves than sissies.

Maybe it was because my words were full of provocation. Some people in the crowd seemed to be ready to move, discussing in whispers, or laughing loudly, gearing up and eager to try.

This is exactly what I want.

Soon, a very burly figure squeezed over from the crowd, and the crowd of onlookers made way for him as if they were afraid of him.

Chapter 4 [III] First appearance

It was a dark-skinned burly man, with a scar extending from his cheekbone to his chin, making his face look so hideous that when he laughed, it was as terrifying as if his face was split open.

I lowered my eyelids and looked at him.His figure was as solid as the pillars of the Persian king's palace, and his thick muscles were tangle-like on his arms like vines.This is a guy who has often experienced fighting and is not easy to mess with.However, his size must usually be won by strength, and the speed will not be faster than me.

———This will become his fatal flaw.

The man also looked at me, and raised his chin: "Let me teach you what surrender is, little bird from the east. If you want to experience the real men's fights in the arena, you should crawl here now." Lick my toes and beg for mercy?"

"I want a weapon." I ignored him at all, and stated coldly in a low and clear voice.

"If I tame him, foreign businessman, I will get him for free." The dark-skinned man smiled arrogantly, he jumped onto the high platform and opened his arms, "This is the reward I deserve for being a free body today. "

"Well... this..." the slave trader hesitantly hesitated, he was very distressed for the dozen or so gold coins I should have sold, but he couldn't refuse this man's request in front of everyone—he was obviously the most recent The final winner of a gladiatorial meeting, he is a free man who has won honors, and may have been favored by some nobles, no one wants to provoke this uninvited guest.

I gloated and observed the embarrassed look of the slave trader.I've heard of this custom in Rome, and that a gladiator can be set free if he defeats all challengers in a great gladiatorial gala.

"How is it? Merchant, let's see how much everyone wants to see this interesting scene!" The gladiator laughed, and the crowd below stirred up, like a pot of boiling soup.

However, at this time, I inadvertently noticed a figure approaching from a distance on horseback.

The man was wearing a pure black cloak with no patterns at all, like a monk or an apostle.

I could vaguely smell danger in the air—danger far greater than an imminent threat.My intuition made me judge that this person is by no means a kind person.

There was a sudden clang at my feet, and a rusty dagger was kicked in front of me.

The slave trader paced around angrily, walked to the side and scolded him: "Bitch slave, pick this up and stand up to a duel, and taste how powerful this guy is! Following him is not as good as following a nobleman, you asked for it!" of!"

"Come on, let me see your dance! I heard that Persians are good at singing and dancing, let me see it!" The gladiator excitedly climbed up to the high platform, his strong body gleaming under the scorching sun, and cast The shadow of the shadow completely envelops me underneath.He stood there with his legs spread apart, looking at me with his arms folded, as if he was going to pick me up at any moment.

I didn't look up.It's not that I dare not, but that it is unnecessary.

The shadow on the ground is enough for me to hit the enemy unexpectedly. Every samurai has learned to ambush the enemy like a crocodile and kill him with one move.I calmly wiped the sweat off my palms on my clothes, picked up the sword on the ground, held it in my hand and squeezed it, pretending to be clumsy and unable to hold a sword, and stumbled up.

"Don't be afraid, Little Oriental Beauty... I won't be rough on you, you are really a reward from heaven."

I hung my head and said nothing. I knew that my body was too thin and weak, just to make the enemy relax.I let myself quickly enter the state of meditation, my limbs and bones and even every blood vessel accumulated the strength needed to kill, and all my senses began to become extremely sensitive.

The shackles on my hands and feet will delay my movements. If it is on a real battlefield, this will be a fatal restriction on my offensive.My critical strike will not be able to reach a distance beyond the length of the chain, only within one to two meters.But as long as this guy doesn't leave this high platform, he's within my sure kill range.

I tensed my calves, grabbed the sword in my hand, stepped on the hot ground, jumped up, pretended to rush towards the gladiator recklessly, and pretended to slip under him, stretching my body on the ground like a sacrifice.He was startled by me for a moment, and then he laughed exaggeratedly, and his body rushed towards me like a mountain covering the sky and the sun.

I dodged as quickly as lightning, and nimbly slid past the gladiator's lower body.

Before he could react, I strode up behind his back and severed his left hamstring with my backhand.He howled miserably, and staggered half-kneeling on the ground.I dexterously rotated my body, my arms tightly wrapped around his neck, and I raised the knife with my hand. The blade turned into a dazzling white light under the scorching sun, and cut his throat neatly.

***

When the shocking blood spurted from the gladiator's neck, a goshawk flew across the air of the booth like an arrow.Its sharp eagle eyes are enough to capture everything that happens in this short moment.The gladiator fell to the ground clutching his neck, his eyes out of focus due to dying stared at the Persian boy who was looking down at him.

Looking down from the sky, the back of the murderer's neck covered by hair was exposed to the eagle's sight, and there was a sun, moon and star totem the size of a gold coin.At this moment, it understood that this was the goal that its master ordered it to fly to this strange land for thousands of miles.

However, when it found that the crossbow bolt aimed at its own black figure, it knew that it would not be able to continue tracking smoothly.The instinct of survival made it spread its wings, draw an arc in the air at high speed, and turn back in the direction it came from.

But it was too late, a real arrow pierced through its neck in an instant.

It only had time to let out a short whine before falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Chapter 5 [IV] Hit Nemesis

[iv] hit nemesis

"How is it? Does my dance look good?" I casually raised my eyelids and flicked the sword in my hand.A string of blood drops from the tip of the sword flew towards the frightened slave trader who was almost stunned, splashing on his trembling face.

The slave trader was stunned, forgot to run away for a while, his legs were weak, and he almost peed his pants in fright, "Come here, arrest him! This Persian wild slave has gone crazy!"

Dozens of burly thugs jumped up from the stage and rushed towards me.Someone tried to grab the chains that restrained me, but my arm was cut off with a sword, and I kicked him off the stage.This small-scale battle doesn't even require me to move a step further.I split my legs and landed on the ground and turned around, the tip of the sword in my hand was like a flying blade on a knife-wheeled chariot, quickly attacking the legs and feet of the thugs.

In an instant, the blood sprayed out from all sides intertwined into a bright red mist, and the screams were like ghosts crying and wolves howling endlessly.To my ears, it is no different from the wailing of a herd of livestock under the knife of a butcher.

Without any hesitation, I stepped on the trembling bodies of the livestock with bare feet, held the sword, and approached the slave trader step by step in the cold light reflected by the blade.Before he fled off the stage, I kicked him down and crushed his head under my bloody feet.

He convulsed with fear, like a dying pig, without the previous domineering appearance.

I sneered, put the tip of my sword against his elbow, and said softly in Latin, "Give me the key to the shackles, or I will tear out your bones."

"Yes, on the belt." He trembled and replied inarticulately.

I moved the tip of the sword to his waist, opened his belt, and sure enough, I saw a gleaming silver key.Freedom is in sight.However, the moment I reached out to pick it up, I suddenly heard a sharp sound coming through the air.Out of the instinct of defense, I immediately dodged a step back, and a flashing arrow struck my sword like lightning!

The force of the impact made my sword hilt slip from my palm unexpectedly, and with a swipe, a fiery stabbing pain hit my calf, and the arrow nailed to my ankle.The moment I hesitated, the chains of the shackles were suddenly tightened from all sides, and my hands and feet were restrained by a huge force.The slave trader turned over, scrambling, and fled off the stage in a panic, howling: "Tie up this wild Persian slave and drag him to the arena! He, he is not fit to stay here!"

"Yes!"

The chain rattled and tightened, and several thugs pulled me off the stage.Although it wasn’t a good result, at least it fulfilled my wish not to stay in this slave market, and the sneak attacker relieved me from the siege, so that I don’t have to waste my energy to perform for the real freedom that is hard to come by right now.

I looked up and squinted at the guy who sneaked up on me.

He was the uninvited guest on a black horse, holding a shining crossbow in his hand.

"Stop it. I'll buy him. Twenty gold pieces," the guy whispered.His voice sounded almost as cold as ice, with an innate courage and courage.In an instant, the crowd that was boiling around seemed to quiet down after noticing his presence, and the whole stand was silent.

My heart sank suddenly, and I clenched my fists.Is this person blind, can't he see the person I slaughtered on the stage?

"What? What!" The slave trader exclaimed exaggeratedly, and the force of tearing me loosened instantly.

A ball of things was thrown up, landed heavily on the stage, and scattered with a clatter. The golden light burst from the Roman coins in an instant, making my eyes hurt.

He drove the horse forward slowly, and the shadow slowly faded away from his body like a curtain.

The sunlight poured down on the visitor, as if being absorbed by his black cloak.The brim of the hat blocked most of his face, and all he could see was a bronze mask glowing with a cold light without warmth.His hollowed-out eyeholes are hidden in shadows, making me think there's a skeleton behind the mask.

Although I didn't even see the face of this person, I shivered suddenly.

——Nemesis.

For some reason, this idea popped into my mind.

However, he is not like those aristocrats who have a penchant for raising male pets. He bought me, maybe for some other purpose.Maybe it's a turning point in my fate.

"Great! Great!"

The slave trader lay on the ground in ecstasy picking up those gold coins, the fat trembling ugly on his face.

I can't help but regret that I wasn't able to kill him sooner, to wash away my humiliation.But my arm was quickly grabbed by the detainees, and I was shackled in a shackle that was heavier and stronger than the shackles. The other end of the chain was naturally handed over to the man.

I struggled a few times, but the man turned his horse's head, dragged me several meters away, and fell down a platform that was more than a person's height in embarrassment, and fell on the hard ground.I lay panting on the ground, shook my head, and in my dizziness, a series of horseshoes approached my side.

The collar around my neck tightened suddenly, forcing me to get up quickly to avoid being strangled by the dragging force.

I raised my head with difficulty, and the figure on the horse against the scorching sun unexpectedly ran into my sight.A silver cross on his chest dangled, and the reflected flash made my eyes sting.Before I could stand still, my body was staggered by him, and with the dust raised by the horse's hoof, I was forced to run with him by a huge force.

The chains rattled between the legs, sweat dripped spontaneously, and the soles of the feet burned as if they were scorched on the mottled hot road. Just running was like a torture.

***

It was nightfall.

When the bloody sunset gradually faded on the horizon of the Sasanian Empire, the flying goshawk pierced through the clouds and flew towards the towering round palace in the hinterland of Ctesiphon.With the last ray of hidden sunlight, it flew into a dark window at the highest point of the temple.

The eunuch in a scarlet robe stretched out his pale arms to catch the goshawk with its wings folded.He stared at the eagle's eyes, its pupils exuded a faint red light, reflecting changing images in the twilight.When he saw those messy afterimages clearly, he immediately understood that as a survivor, it still brought some usable information,

And the other one had apparently died on the land of Rome—someone had noticed their stalking.

Chapter 6 [V] The Persian Conspiracy

The eunuch closed the window and retreated into the hall.Walk through the secluded corridor and slowly step into the forbidden garden of the royal family.Pulling aside the heavy hanging curtains, he softly dismissed the musicians who were plucking the harp and the eunuchs who were dancing enchantingly, and approached the Sasanian emperor Shapur II who was waiting for him on the throne.

Hearing the sound, the king opened his half-closed eyes, and a pair of deep black eyes were revealed in the shadow under the brim of his hat. He looked down at the eunuch kneeling in front of his seat with a rare earnest expression, "Your envoy has confirmed his whereabouts, Laier?"

"He was taken out by slave traders from the prison where prisoners of war were held, and bought by a Roman. That man seemed to be an unusual person. He actually noticed our eagle envoys and... shot one of them."

"Oh? Let me see who is so powerful." The king's eyes lit up, and he spread his palms. The eunuch put a crystal ball on his hand knowingly, and summoned the goshawk to fly to his arm. A few scenes of changing scenes became clearer.

Among them, he caught a face that he expected, and he couldn't help stretching his eyebrows. He leaned on the throne, picked up the wine glass again, but didn't drink any more, staring at the liquid in the glass, as if lost in thought .

"You shouldn't be looking for him, Your Majesty. What's the point of bringing him back? In my opinion, the will of Hozmizd sent by the Romans is not credible at all. What did those former court officials say? They actually It is said that Hozmizd is the successor chosen by the late emperor, and his son—that half-breed, should be Sasanian’s legitimate prince! It’s simply ridiculous! Why don’t you take this opportunity to get rid of him?”

The vassal known as Rayel lowered his voice in dissatisfaction.He touched the goshawk's wings, carefully approached the throne, put it back on the gold support next to the throne, and leaned against the king's feet, looking up at him.

"Look for the oracle that he is a priest, Raiel. Violation of the oracle will bring unexpected bad luck. The will is indeed true, and he must become a prince, otherwise he will violate the will of Ahura, my brother's The soul can't rest in peace either. As for those old ministers, they won't let it go, they will spread this matter to the whole country, and this is the real trouble." The king replied lightly.

He raised his hand wearing three agate rings, and the royal robe embroidered with sun and moon totems gently brushed over the eunuch's body, pulled him onto his lap, and stroked his beautiful chin, "an illegitimate child of impure blood That's all, it won't be a big trouble. Besides...letting him live in Rome is my goal."

"Your Majesty? Why is that?" Rayeel opened his eyes wide, showing a confused and surprised expression.You must know that he has been displeased with that guy who was quickly promoted to a high position for a long time.He has been trying to get rid of him, but he is afraid of the king's favor, so he dare not do it.He was worried day by day, for fear that one day that kid would also become a favorite minister, taking away the emperor's favor.

"You know the deal I made with the Vice Emperor of Rome, Julius, I believe in his promise and ability..." The king's thick black eyes were as deep as an ancient well, hiding unfathomable intentions, "But I need a watcher and The assistant, he must be absolutely loyal to me, enough to attract the attention of Julyans, and help him assassinate Constantius. And, when Julyans ascends the throne of Roman emperor in the future, he will become a restraint One of his key chess pieces——this chess piece, no one is more suitable than Ah Su Yin."

"You mean, the one who bought him was Yulyans?" Laier shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe he really became a priest of the Gothic Kingdom, he's not the Three Saints of Athens Is it just one..."

"He is, but that was once." The king murmured thoughtfully, "And now he is... no different from a devil."

"However, how can you be sure that Ah Suin will be able to restrain him?" Laieur raised his brows meanly, winking like silk, "Is it just based on his appearance? Or the one who doesn't deserve the name, even he himself doesn't know The identity of the Prince of Persia?"

"I sent someone to investigate. They had an intersection in Athens. You have too many questions today, Laieur."

The king lowered his eyes, and his dark eyelashes cast a thick shadow like a haze, adding a chill to his frosty face.Although he still had a soft smile on his face, Laieur could sense that he was angry.

Because of that kid?He didn't dare to ask questions, but just kept quiet and lowered his neck obediently.

"Go, continue to monitor them for me, and let the rest of the ghost army bring the news to Ah Suin, and assist him in his actions at the right time."

There was an undeniable warning hidden in the king's tone, which made the favorite who was leaning against him hold his breath involuntarily, and nodded subconsciously.

The peacock feathers hanging on his earlobe trembled a few times, like a one-legged bird that has lost its favor.He was afraid of offending his emperor, and even more afraid of becoming one of the deserted slaves who lost their nose and eyes, even if his position was now recognized by his king, all this was still unstable.

Not daring to covet the warmth given by the king, Laier stood up tremblingly, fed a few slices of fresh dried human meat to the goshawk beside him, and then took it out, watching it fly back to the direction of Rome .

The eyes of the Persian king also followed the goshawk into the twilight, and saw the boy walking from the depths of the blood-colored sunset in a trance.Holding the bloody head of an Arab general in one hand and the half-moon scimitar exposed in the other, he stepped onto the altar burning with a raging holy fire. His figure was vigorous and stunning.

He vaguely remembered how he reached out to help the young man, took off the black cloth that covered his face, and asked him in a low voice if he would quit the army and become his close minister, and the response he got.

The young man looked up at him, his green pupils were as clear and cold as the water of Wuermiye Lake, and his eyes were firmer than the ice on the lake in winter, but they couldn't reflect the slightest hint in his own eyes.

"The Wuhatami clan is a hereditary warrior, and he only wishes to be a warrior for the rest of his life, to fight for the king, and to devote himself to death." The young man's oath