Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

Just had a rough fight.

Tatu's arm was slightly injured.He raised one hand, "hissed" and bit off an inch of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and there was a terrifying cut made by a sharp object lying on the wrapped arm neatly.

I immediately tore a strip from the silk robe on my body and tied it tightly for him, while Ishkad took the flagon to pour his wounds.Tatu grinned, and kept teasing me: "Why waste such a good fabric, it's amazing to wear it on you, why didn't I realize that our little army commander has such beauty before..."

I gave him an uppercut with all my hands, and hit him on the chin: "Shut your stinking mouth!"

Tatu put on a miserable expression.Although Tatu is sometimes very annoying, I also wish that someone could perform this task for me, but it is true that he is not wrong when he said "riding a tiger is hard to get off".Constantius has seen me, the "Prince of Armenia," and we have no way out.

tbc

Chapter 42 [XLII]

Constantius has seen me, the "Prince of Armenia," and we have no way out.

"Are the others injured? Have you verified the identities of those who confronted you?" Ishkad lowered his voice.

Tatu shrugged his shoulders: "We are evenly matched. Those guys are very powerful, they are one of a hundred fighters, but they are not from the palace—" He frowned, "The original palace gladiators have been controlled by us. The guys are barbarians who popped up out of nowhere, but they didn't mean to fight us to the death. It was like they were just testing our abilities."

My heart skipped a beat, thinking of those blue-striped Goths with Julyans.His power has quietly infiltrated into every corner of the palace, waiting for the right time to trigger it.And we are all a group of puppets hung by him with ropes, cooperating with him in this thrilling play.

The danger is close at hand, every step of the way is pressing, but I, the protagonist, can't get off the stage.

"We have to change our strategy, Julyans cannot be trusted." Ishkad said suddenly, and walked to the window, "Bring this news to our people near the city gate, and let them bring the real prince back to Persia to report to His Majesty the King. In the past few days, we will stay calm, wait and see what happens, and see what happens to Yuriyans."

"Send a message? It may be too late. There is something terrible that I have to tell you, Commander."

Tatu took two sips of wine, and Ha Si took a deep breath. "

"What?" I had a premonition that it was not good news.Tatu always likes to pretend to be relaxed, but once he speaks, it must be a gold-level crow's mouth.

Ishkad stared at him with a gloomy face, and Tatu spread his hands: "Something happened to Susa."

"What happened? She was exposed?" I grabbed his collar.Susa was followed by a senator and minister, who was in charge of the picket duties of the court. Once exposed in front of him, it was no small matter.

Ishkad patted my hand: "Tatu, speak slowly."

"She pretended to be a maid and followed a minister into the palace. Unexpectedly, the minister was a close confidant of the Roman emperor. The two of them had a very close relationship. The old guy somehow saw through Susa's disguise... probably because he was very familiar with the people around the minister. She was imprisoned in an underground prison for torture. I don't want to affect the overall plan, and I plan to try to rescue her by myself." Tatu smiled helplessly, and pointed to his arm, "But there will be many traps in my place."

My heart tightened.I don't know if Rome's punishment is harsh or not, and how long Susa can survive in it.She is a girl with a tough heart, and I have no doubts about her loyalty. Once she is completely in a desperate situation where she cannot save herself, she will choose to commit suicide—this is also the decision that every member of the Ghost Legion will make when facing torture to extract a confession.

I absolutely do not want anything to happen to Susa, and I do not want anyone else to be implicated.

"Constantius is a prudent and shrewd person. Even if Susa keeps his mouth shut, he will definitely be suspicious. We are the only people who have recently entered the Roman palace from the outside. It won't be long before he finds us. We have to Be resourceful, counterattack. Get him out before he can do something, and he's going to die anyway."

Ishkad's tone was calm, and his face was covered with a layer of frost.He sat down at the table, tapped his fingers on the table, and thought about countermeasures. The courage of the leader made Tatu and I involuntarily quiet down.

"What are you going to ask us to do? It will take at least seven days to get in touch with His Majesty the King."

I closed the window and checked Altaïr's feathers for hidden wounds, to make sure he still had the strength to fly across a strait back to Persia.

"To control Armenia, there is not only one way to control Armenia. It is just a military talisman to order a legion, but once the candidate is crowned by Rome, Rome actually has the power to dominate the entire Armenia. In this case, just get To a Roman emperor's stamped letter, declaring that Armenia is allowed to be self-governed by its successor, and it will be handed over to the true heirs of the Armenian throne. They have long wanted to go to Persia."

I nodded, opposite to those Armenian nobles who believe in Christianity, they are the descendants of the Parthian royal family, most of them are loyal believers of Zoroastrianism.

Although this plan is a bit risky, it is worth a try. Regardless of whether Yuliyans can win the throne, as long as this letter is sent to Armenia, the Persian military will have the opportunity to go straight in and insert the flag of Kavi 2 on the throne of Armenia.

"When Constantius dies, Rome will surely fall into chaos for a period of time, and we will have no time to care about others. We will give His Majesty the king ample opportunity to control Armenia and wipe out Rome's power on the eastern battlefield."

"In short, our main goal now is to kill Constantius and try to get his king's seal to forge such a letter?" I asked, "What about Susa?"

"We split up. Tatu, you and Isos are in charge of rescuing Susa. Narmide lives in the Roman palace, and he can help."

"Narmid... that Prince of Holzmir? I'm not sure if he is capable of helping us. When I inspected the palace, I found him lying in Constantius' arms. Didn't you see That scene is so beautiful... As far as I know, this Prince Khozmir was originally the lover of Constantine... and the King of Armenia." Tatu smiled with a strange expression on his face, and whistled, "Oh ! As soon as the emperor on the golden chair changed, he also lay down in the arms of his lover's son! After serving two generations of Roman emperors for 20 years, will his heart still turn to Persia?"

I was taken aback, thinking of his handsome appearance that day, he didn't look like a male favourite.But although Tatu is not serious, he will definitely not make such a joke.This is unbelievable!

Ishkad shook his head: "You can rest assured about this." He paused, and took out a dagger from his belt, which turned out to be the "Xingyao".I checked it in my hand in amazement, and heard him continue: "Just tonight, after your appointment, Hozmir came to me and gave me this. If he has no intention of helping Persia, he will not risk Steal this. And he has the qualifications of the Crown Prince, and His Majesty the King has no heirs. As the brother of the king, he is the best candidate to inherit the throne in the future. He hopes to return to Persia more than any of us."

You are the prince of Persia, but you have condescended to this point, serving two generations of enemy emperors, the bitterness is unimaginable.I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. For some reason, I thought of my mother's sad eyes inexplicably.

Forcing myself to withdraw my thoughts, I rubbed the space between my brows and asked, "So what about us? Find a chance to sneak into Constantius' bedroom at night and do it?"

Ishkad waved his hand: "Tonight I will go to check it out myself, you stay here, don't act rashly. Tomorrow night, there will be a palace hot spring banquet, maybe it will be a good opportunity."

"Then I just stay in this birdcage like place and do nothing?" I protested coldly.

"Yes, this is an order."

Chapter 43 [XLIII] The Desire to Devour (From the Perspective of the King)

Staring at the ray of fire leaking from the gap in the opposite window, the person in the darkness squinted his eyes, like a ghost hiding in the deeper shadows.

"Why don't you play anymore? What a beautiful piece..."

A pair of soft clothes gently wrapped around Julyans' neck from behind, and a coquettish sigh lingered in his ears, like a gust of fragrant wind surrounding his body.This tenderness was enough to move any man, but the young prince turned around without hesitation, pressed the woman's shoulder, and made her sit back at the marble table behind him.The movements are gentle and polite, the coldness and alienation are clearly discernible, and there is even a faint hint of cold rejection.

The pampered mother of Rome raised her head and stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes, her expression was as ignorant and confused as the little girl who mistakenly thought she had met an angel in the poppy garden ten years ago.

"That piece was written for one person, and it was played for that person, but unfortunately he couldn't hear it, so I had to throw the piano away." The lips under the mask slightly curled up, letting out a mocking chuckle.

His face was very close, and there was a bitter breath in the refreshing fragrance, like the cold winter wind.

With a shake of her hand, the wine bottle fell to the ground: "Who else in this world deserves to listen to you playing the piano? Except me and Gallus?" She carefully held the hand resting on the back of the chair, like the first time that year. After seeing him play the harp once, she was overwhelmed and kissed his palm.

The palms of the young man are no longer as slender as they were when they were young, but still look so graceful and slender, with well-defined joints and strong joints, full of rough warrior's cocoons, but because of this, there is an even more attractive charm that is almost like a magnet.If these hands walk on the skin like playing the piano, it must be a supreme enjoyment.

She has been infatuated with him since ten years ago, but her angel is not even willing to give her kisses.God knows she is willing to give everything for his love—even if it is from a devout Christian to a priestess.

She gazed at Yuriyans' eyes with affection, but the deep pupils in the holes in the mask seemed to be out of focus, and drifted away for a long time before re-condensing in the burning candle.

"Memories." He moved his lips, his voice seemed to come from the depths of his lungs, like magma under the ground, like a hot spring in the ice.A wave of scorching passion was wrapped in cold resentment, surging and clamoring, as if it would burst out at any moment, drowning people to death.

"Who did you meet? In Athens, or in Gaul?"

She stared at him with a half-smile, her fingers entangled in his dark red hair, like weeping.

What answered her was a silence like ashes.Under the shadow of the mask, the thin lips that often had a seductive curvature were tightly pursed at this moment, and upon closer inspection, they seemed to be trembling slightly.

For a moment, she almost had the illusion that the man in front of her was crying.

For a moment, she seemed to touch this phantom who is good at deceiving people, but always wears a mask and rejects people thousands of miles away. It is the evidence that she is still an ordinary person with seven emotions and six desires.

But the illusion is just an illusion, like a fleeting dream.He smiled again for a moment.

Blood oozed from the bandage on his chest again, as if the ice had cracked and a poppy had been wrestled from underneath.

Painful, beautiful, addictive, like the deepest love.

She lowered her head and sucked his blood fascinatedly.

He took a sip of the wine in the glass, lifted her chin, and kissed her cheek.

She died and came back to life because of this kiss, as if a walking corpse was cursed by Satan, and she heard a sleepy whisper in her ear: "Go back, my Muse, go and serve my brother well, and let him sleep in his dream." Go deeper, deeper...I will always remember what you did for me and love you as much as you love me."

Reveling in his embrace and promise-like allure, the Mother of Rome nodded.

She looked at the triangular censer used for divination on the table, and her eyes drifted into the night sky with the rising shreds of tobacco, like a dying person seeing the bubble going to heaven.

***

The flames faded away with the sound of footsteps, and the bedroom finally returned to its usual tranquility and darkness.

The man at the table finished playing the unfinished game on the Chatrang chessboard by himself, poured himself a drink for a while, stood up, and lay down on the soft bed.The chill in the empty room came from all directions, wrapping around his body, but an uncontrollable emotion rose from the depths of his heart, seeping into his limbs and bones like poison, bit by bit, eroding his flesh and blood, even breathing It can also bring up the pain like grinding meat.

It was as if he had fallen back into the underground prison that was abandoned after being reborn from the ashes.

Curled up is a newborn, inhuman, and ugly body with bruised skin, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and covered with bloody flesh under scorched scabs, like a rotting worm.

Relying on an oracle that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, day and night chewing on the obsessions hidden deep in my heart, I survived two years in hell where life would be worse than death.

Is it the desire to climb to the supreme overlord position, or the desire to meet that person again? He is definitely the former——his destiny is like this, he was born to be a king, this is what he firmly believes , It is also the ultimate goal of dormant in the dark for several years, deliberate and strategizing.

And that person should be the spoils of war that he easily got after he ascended to the emperor. He could easily trap him in the snare he set up, and recover the nearly seven years of suffering from his body bit by bit.

However, when he really touched that person again last night, he realized that he was wrong.

He forgot that the weak child had become a well-trained soldier. He should have mediated with him slowly, catching him step by step without knowing it, but when he was looking at the face that he was thinking about day and night, A terrible possessive desire caught off guard and controlled his mind, and he was uncontrollably pressed under him like seven years ago, and lost all reason.

So one wrong step, one wrong step, made his little love god run away again, like avoiding ghosts and gods.

Athione...

Silently chanting the name word by word, the person on the couch opened his arms toward the void, as if he was embracing someone, recalling the voice and appearance of the boy who slept with him every night, he took a deep breath.

At some point outside the window, it was raining patteringly, and I suddenly returned to a rainy night many years ago.

"Flavitz...Flavitz!"

The little boy's slender arms wrapped around his neck, almost strangling him.The body curled up in his arms trembled like a dying animal.He freed one hand to tuck the slipped blanket tightly, and wrapped it around the back of the little guy in his arms, but his hand was stained with sticky blood.

He immediately tore off his robe, and as expected, he saw that on the young boy's thin and tender back, the wound that had been pierced by a sharp object was split open by the struggle in the nightmare.The blood-red tender flesh turned up in the wound, like the grim smile of death.He carefully stopped the bleeding, but the man who was still half awake cried out in shock:

"Mom... Mom! Don't hurt my mother!"

"Don't move, I'm here."

He warned softly, pressing down on the young boy's back, his weak body seemed to have finally regained the strength of an adult man at this moment.Although it was not easy, the teenager still calmed down under his comfort.

The medicine powder sprinkled on the wound was naturally painful. The young boy who had just woken up was trembling all over, but he didn't make a cry. Usually hard.

The heartstrings moved suddenly, and there was a faint sound in the already lifeless chest.Involuntarily, he lightened the strength of his fingertips and gently stroked the back of the person on his lap.The milk-like skin glowed an attractive pink under his fingers, and the flexible spine bent into a smooth arc.The whole back was wet, stained with a tinge of blood, gorgeous and youthful, meandering, until it flowed into his heart, stirring up indescribable ripples.

What lies beneath the ripples is a vortex, born from the huge crack in the bottom of my heart—there was once all the warmth that ordinary people should have enjoyed in the world, but it was all deprived by the monarch who is now sitting on the throne.

Fortunately, the gods were not yet cruel to the end, and gave him a star of light in such a dark darkness, so that he would not lose his mind in the boundless loneliness and resentment, and become an out-and-out lunatic.

"Flavitz...why are you crying? I don't feel any pain anymore." The childish question brought back his lack of focus, a pair of cool little hands held his cheek, and his bright eyes looked up at him earnestly .

"Why are you crying?" he repeated as if talking to himself.The transparent liquid trickled down the corner of his mouth, and a few drops fell into the eyes staring at him, like rain falling on the Aegean Sea, which was shockingly beautiful.He couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed the boy's eyelids, "Because you brought me back to life. Go to sleep... my little Cupid."

The little boy turned sideways in a ignorant manner, lay on his lap, and fell asleep soundly.He couldn't bear to wake him up, so he just sat quietly, as if he was afraid of scaring away Cupid's Psyche, and worried that his little Cupid would go away one day and never return.

Gone forever.

He opened his eyes and stroked the unhealed arrow wound on his shoulder with his fingers, thinking that his little Cupid had left him long ago.I'm afraid that the self who has already died in his heart is far inferior to his brother who gets along day and night.

The scene in front of the front window suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.The skinny boy lowered his head, accepting the man's kiss obediently.This was supposed to be his own privilege, but it was taken away by another person who faced him day and night.

Yulyans dug deeply into his palm with his fingers, the hostility in his heart, the desire surging in his body, tumbling and surging in his chest and abdomen, all turned into a desire to devour like a beast, even worse than climbing on the The desire for European supremacy was even stronger.The foreign object under his body moved again, like a hungry animal about to break out of the stable.

I just want to press the person I've been dreaming of, tear off his clothes, strip him naked and fuck him hard, making him pregnant with his own alien species, and I can't leave his side even a step away.

His gaze wandered aimlessly in the darkness, and finally landed on the copper chessboard by the bed, narrowed his eyes again, and smiled meaningfully.

———From the very beginning, the person he wants has entered into a dead end that he set up, so how can he escape?

tbc

Psyche 1: From Greek mythology, Cupid's lover.

Chapter 44 [XLIV] Shellless Clams

A sudden palpitation jolted me out of my sleep.

I actually dreamed of Flaviets again.

In the past few days and nights, he has appeared in my dreams more frequently than in seven years, so that the joy and pain he gave are all revived along with his more and more vivid appearance in the dream, making me feel better. I cannot sleep well.

The house was quiet, no one was there, and Ishkad and Tatu had already left.I was completely relaxed by being alone. I stared with sleepy eyes at the golden tassels blown by the wind on the low red curtains. They looked like dandelions in the sun.

The bed curtain covers my bed, but I can still hear the patter of rain outside the window, like the tears of a person in a dream, seeping into my bones drop by drop.An indescribable melancholy grew out of the pores, as if a lingering kiss fell on the whole body, lingering and suffocating.

"Ah Suin...my little Cupid..."

The familiar soft call seems to still be lingering in the ear, mixed with the dull and wet laughter, as if it has been a lifetime.

The heart is sticky, the rain is passing through, and the fog is filling the air.The heart that I thought had been frozen was easily dissected by this sound. The thing that leaked out of the gap was poison, which melted and dissolved the protective shell that I spent seven years casting, revealing the soft and fragile clam meat. Mermaid meat, anyone can pick it.

Back then Flaviz’s love was my shell, but I didn’t want to be shaded by him for the rest of my life—worms can turn into butterflies, but clams can only hold pearls in their shells, and shells are not wings of freedom after all, unable to carry me A long-cherished wish with my deceased mother.

However, now that I have left him forever, I am like a clam without its shell, licking the pearl in my arms that was given by him, even if it has become a poison, it is like drinking a dove to quench my thirst.

I closed my eyes, shrunk into a ball, and chanted the scriptures of "Avesto", but one hand couldn't help stroking down along the abdomen, holding the half-uplifted thing.In a trance, I was touched by the gentle and irresistible gesture of Flaviz in my memory. I tremblingly struggled and sobbed under his caress, and endured his more and more excessive disguised violations because he couldn't fully possess me again and again, just like being with me The thorns of the rose symbiosis are firmly bound.

A mass of heat rose in the palm of my hand, I grabbed the blanket under my body and clamped my legs tightly.The scriptures that I know so well are still lingering on the tip of my tongue, but they are already confused, and I feel ashamed and unbearable when I hear them.I pursed my lips and quickened my gestures.I seldom do this, because I am afraid that I will lose my inspiration. I have always kept the precepts and self-discipline, but when the desire comes, I am like a scourge.

When I was on the verge of release, I groaned uncontrollably, and a hot current filled my legs in an instant.There was a momentary emptiness in front of his eyes, his brain gradually cleared up, and a strong sense of guilt climbed up his spine.

The scriptures can't resist my demons, and the grace of the God of Light can't wash away the poison in me.

The poison is engraved deeper than the maggots attached to the bones, and it coexists with the body memory.As long as I live in this world, it cannot be lifted.

As I thought this way, a thick fog seemed to form in front of my eyes, and the phantom in my dream was condensed and formed in the dim light, and his appearance was formed in my imagination, clearly and finely discernible.

As if bewitched, I half-closed my eyes: "Come and get me, Flaviz...I owe you."

Suddenly, there was a small sound outside the bed curtain, and the dream was suddenly shattered.

I hastily wiped off the dirt on my lower body, flustered like a thief: "Ishkad!?"

No one answered.I nervously poked my head out, and found that the room was empty, only Altaïr was resting at the end of the bed, seeing me wake up, I immediately shook my wings.

They haven't returned yet.

I took a deep breath and walked out onto the patio.It was late at night, and from a distance, the city of Rome looked like a sea of ​​stars, but the nearby palace was dimly lit, only the sapphire blue dome was still brightly lit.There was the palace belonging to Constantius.Looking there, I suddenly had an urge to go and explore.

Assassinating Constantius may have been tricky, but stealing the royal decree probably wasn't.Before the assassination of Constantius, it’s not a bad idea to settle the Armenian side—there are plenty of people who want to kill Constantius, and maybe it’s not our turn to do it.

Thinking like this, all the muscles in my body became active, silently driving me to act immediately.

Flicking my arms, the joints made a slight sound, and I looked up at the night sky above my head.The dark blue night is fading, and the light will come soon.

Stepping back indoors, I dug out the hidden weapon hidden by Ishkad, changed into a light night suit, and jumped up along the columns on the balcony, like a cheetah that had been dormant for a long time. Temple top.

The top of the Roman palace is quite flat, except for the slight slope of the roof, I have no doubt that horse racing can be done on it.There is another floor on this ridge, but I dare not climb to the highest point, leaning against the outer wall of the palace and sneaking towards the royal blue dome.

Despite all the dangers, I have to say it feels pretty good.I seem to have turned back into the commander of the Ghost Legion, carrying out dangerous tasks as before, as if experiencing thrilling adventures one after another.

I love adventures like this.Walking on the edge of life and death, let me really touch the meaning of life, make me feel passionate, and even a little proud——Who can feel like no one in the Arabian king's palace, who can fight against the fierce and brave Huns in Guishuang They confront each other head-on, who can trample on the Roman Palace in the middle of the night?

Even if my merits are not enough to become the "hero" my late mother hoped for, this life is not in vain.

It was getting closer and closer to the dome under the moonlight.I slowed down my pace, hid in the darkness, and approached on tiptoe, but suddenly heard a "hula" beside me, and a black shadow rushed over my shoulder!

I was startled, and then realized that it was Altaïr.

I made a silent gesture, and I pointed to the dome, and then it spread its wings and soared slowly, then landed at my feet, and flapped its wings.This reassured me a little, Altaïr was gesturing to me that no one was up there.Climbing quickly up a stone pillar, I cautiously approached the nearest circular window.

A pure gold cross is hung on the opposite wall, and underneath is an exquisite and beautiful wooden shrine, on which is placed a thick, opened Bible, which makes it easy to imagine the owner of the book Kneeling here, looking down and reciting.Unexpectedly, Constantius was really a devout Christian?

But I am not interested in the old emperor's beliefs, I only care about whether he will wake up in the middle of the night and come here to pray.I gestured to Altaïr, and it flew to the window to keep watch for me.With its monitoring, I am much safer. In the past, if there was any danger, Altaïr was always the first to notice it.

With a light leap, I pushed away the stained glass in front of me, turned over and got through the narrow skylight.I should be thankful that I have a very slender figure and just passed through here.If Ishkad is replaced, I am afraid that he will be stuck here.

Kicking off the wall, I landed on the ground without a sound.

Pushing the gold-inlaid wooden door of the chanting pavilion, I found that it was locked.It was very quiet outside.

This door must be able to be opened on both sides. The old emperor probably didn't like to be disturbed by anyone when he was chanting.To find the key, I approached the Bible on the shrine.The opened page was densely packed in Latin describing the birth of Jesus, several lines had been crossed out, and there were handwriting in ink mixed with gold dust in the margins——

[Person?The same body, the same body?God, the Son, and the Father, the Trinity does not exist, they are not exactly equal, and cannot be confused.Jesus is a demigod, Arianism is the truth!

Put them to death, put to death those arrogant heretics! ]

These obscure sentences make me dizzy.

In my opinion, since Emperor Constantine vigorously promoted Christianity, the Bible has become his staff and symbol of power. It is nothing more than to consolidate politics and let the people of the turbulent Roman Empire find temporary peace.

My adoptive father once told me that the emperor and his opponent Lixini originally believed in the sun god like us, but after a religious meeting named the Council of Nicaea, they transformed themselves into advocates of Christianity. Ironic enough.

When I found the key stuck at the bottom of the book, I weighed it and smiled.Looking across the wall inadvertently, I noticed that on the opposite side of the cross, there were several portraits of people hanging on both sides of the window. They were all luxuriously dressed, with serious expressions, and crowns on their heads. They looked like the Roman royal family.The one on the left caught my attention.

Different from the person in the middle wearing the crown, he is wearing a golden laurel crown, his eyes are as blue as the Aegean Sea, his nose is straight, and his lips are red. He is a rare handsome man.And I caught traces of familiarity from the face of this strange man.

His lips and eyes resembled Flaviets', but his features were stronger.

In small Latin letters beneath the portrait read: Julius Constantius Flavez.

Or, it should be Flaviz who is similar to him.

I took a step back, held my breath, and suddenly realized something.What Flaviz told me was not his real name, but his family's surname.Flaviz had taught me to recognize the names of the Romans, the first being the given name, the second being the phratry, and the third being the family name.

Then this person must be his close relative, maybe his father.Flaviz is a member of the Roman royal family, but I don't know his life experience at all, and he never even told me his real name until he died.

Why, Flaviz?Why don't you tell me, who are you and where are you from?

Asking in my heart, I suddenly felt sad.I took a deep breath, and then thought about the statue in the garden and what Obius said.

Julius in this portrait is the husband of the Saint Ernese and the biological father of Julyans.He and Flaviz are blonde and blue-eyed, so is it possible that Flaviz is Yulyans' brother?Perhaps, you can find out by looking through the royal family tree...

Chapter 45 [XLV] Exploring the Palace

Julius in this portrait is the husband of the Saint Ernese and the biological father of Julyans.He and Flaviz are blonde and blue-eyed, so is it possible that Flaviz is Yulyans' brother?Perhaps, you can find out by looking through the royal family tree...

This question rose from my heart, and I forcibly suppressed it.People are gone, so what's the point of pursuing this?

After shaking the key in my hand, I walked lightly to the door and opened the wooden door.It was quiet outside the door, and it was pitch black.I closed the door carefully, sneaked into the darkness with a cat waist, and noticed at a glance two imperial guards standing in front of the arched door in the corridor not far away.They were dressed in armor, as motionless as two statues.

I'll bet they fell asleep standing up, but I wouldn't dare take the plunge.

The corridors on both sides of the domed building are open-air, respectively connecting the lower but larger palace buildings, and there is a small fountain surrounded by flowers at the door.They looked the same, so I wasn't sure which side was Constantius' quarters, and since I didn't have the map, I had to check out one side first by instinct.

Just as I was thinking about it, a series of scattered footsteps suddenly came from far and near, and came from the corridor on the other side.

I quickly hid behind a pillar, spying on the people coming, and the face of the leader immediately caught my attention.He was Narmid—or should he be called Prince of Holzmir.Behind him was a group of attendants, all of whom looked like teenagers, dressed in extremely revealing clothes. They wore translucent silk robes and a pair of obscene trousers. Very dazzling.

Then I realized that these were male pets kept in the Roman palace.And the role I play is no different from their essence.I thought of the laundry that had been delivered and felt sick to my stomach.

They walked past me, some distance away from the guards.Looking at the timing, without any hesitation, I threw the key I just got at their feet.The crisp sound immediately prompted Narmide to stop and look in my direction.I retreated into the deeper darkness, with a soft "meow" in my mouth.

(It's definitely not because of that nasty nickname Julyans gave me.)

"Wait here, don't walk around until I come back."

Narmide's face changed slightly, and he ordered in a low voice.Then he picked up the key and walked towards me.I retracted into the door of the chanting hall, and the moment he entered the door, I pinned him against the wall, and put the dagger against his neck.

"Shut up." I warned in a low voice.

"It's you?" The shock in his eyes was fleeting, and he regained his composure immediately.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I weighed it in my heart and asked, "Do you know where Constantius put the king's seal? Take me to find it. We need that thing."

Narmide was startled, looked at me for a while, and then smiled, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

"You are brave enough, dare to visit the Roman emperor's bedroom at night to get the king's seal?"

"If you don't try, how do you know if it will work?" I frowned, "To save the night from having more dreams, will you help me or not?"

He shook his head and glanced outside the door: "Not now, do you see the group of boys outside the door? Constantius and some cronies are having a party in the hot spring, and I am going to send them there to serve. If you want to mess around If you go among them, you can enter the palace of Constantius, where the king's seal is. However, it is too risky to do so, and the emperor's palace is very tightly guarded