Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

Turn down the table.

"Don't come here!" Picking up the sun light that fell on the ground, I leaned against the wall to support my body, pointed the tip of the blade at the figure on the table, and shook like leaves in the wind.Yuriyans stared at me with squinted eyes, half lying on the table without moving, his robe was half uncovered, a large group of looming black shadows appeared under his graceful and strong waist, showing a state of devouring people.

Can't imagine... what would happen if he actually raped me with that kind of thing.

"You monster..." I took a deep breath and pressed myself against the wall.

"Monster... yes, I'm a monster!" The corners of his lips grinned silently, "Medusa gave me a strong body, and also gave me this curse, making me suffer in the unrequited love. And you are my only salvation... Ah Suin. You are my destined lover, and I cannot escape."

As if under a curse, I shivered suddenly, my nerves seemed to be frozen, and I couldn't move. I watched his figure approaching and couldn't move.

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass cracking from behind.As soon as I turned my head, Ishkad rolled in from the window.There was some blood splattered on his face, his eyes were terrified, as if he had just experienced a fight.

Chapter 50 [L] Priceless Treasure

If I hadn't been wary of this villain, I might have knelt down and worshiped him involuntarily, or I might have been bewitched by him and threw myself into my arms, just like people have a natural longing for death deep in their souls.

This is such a terrible thing.Get out of here, Ah Suin!

A voice warned in my head.

But I just stood there, watching Yuriyans slowly approaching me.

He put his arms around me and pressed me against the wall behind him.His pale body exudes a sweet and bloody smell, but it smells as tempting as fine wine, so I can't resist his lowered lips.

Taste it lightly, like a flying butterfly falling lightly, and then lingering deeply, sucking the tip of my tongue like taking nectar.My whole body was numb from his kiss, my eyes drifted away, and I suddenly glanced at the opposite wall, and I couldn't move my eyes away.

A portrait of Flaviz hangs on the wall.

Those blue sea-like eyes are inlaid with shells, exuding a vivid brilliance.It seemed that I was really looking at him alive, and a sense of guilt rushed to my heart unexpectedly——he watched me kiss his perverted brother.It almost felt like a betrayal to him even though I never belonged to him.

But at this moment, the pressure on the lips deepened, and the hand on the waist slid down towards the hip restlessly.I broke away from Yuriyans' embrace suddenly. He seemed to be unable to stand still due to weakness, his body swayed, and he fell backwards. "Hello!" I exclaimed, I supported him reflexively, staggered a few steps under his weight, and threw myself back on the bed.

His fingers were entangled in hair, his body was clinging to a hot body, and his breathing was disordered by his ears.In an instant, I had the illusion that the person under me was Flaviz, and I patted his cheek anxiously, as if I would lose him again in the next moment.

However, the clenched wrist made me wake up immediately.

"You care about me?" The masked eyes were half-closed, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he was about to faint, but his tone was playful.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" I retorted, let go of my hands and got up, and was pressed hard by his arms again.

"You care about me... because I'm like my elder brother, or because you like me a little bit?"

His ears were hoarse, and his breath was burning hot.

I shivered, broke free, walked quickly to the window without looking back, and said coldly: "I don't like a guy like you. Besides, you are nothing like your brother. He is ten times better than you." Hundred times."

"Really?" He laughed, "but I pity him. He is ill and disabled. He is a disgrace and a laughingstock to the Roman royal family."

"No!" With a sudden jump in my forehead, my eyes fell on the portrait behind me through the reflection of the window, and I clenched my fists.Resisting the urge to turn around and cut this guy's throat, I forcefully pushed open the half-closed window, took a deep breath of the cool air, and my throat trembled uncontrollably: "He is the Son of God who fell from the sky...is buried Stars in the dust. Illness does not take away his light, just like thorns cannot trap roses. You don’t know that he has ideals but is unable to realize them. Reasons to despise him?"

My answer was silence.

The faint morning light poured over the ground, and in the distance, a round of golden sun rose slowly under the unfaded night, just like the wilderness in the heavy mist was lit by a ray of flame, and it was full of vitality.

Resurrected.For some reason, a word suddenly jumped into my mind.

The figure of Flaviz standing on the high platform of the temple, overlooking the sunrise appeared in front of my eyes.

Leaning on a cane, his thin sick body can stand firm in the strong wind, and his fluttering white robe is like the wings of a bird.It couldn't unfold to help him soar, but it became my shadow—if it was only a shadow and didn't mutate into a bondage, I probably would never have transformed into what I am now, but Flaviz may not die .

Fate tricks people, probably so.

"You seem to know him very well?" Juliyans came behind me at some time, his voice was very soft, half a smile, half a sigh.

I was startled, opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything, so I just shook my head.

Even though we had been together day and night, Flaviz never revealed to me where he came from or his life experience. At that time, I vaguely guessed that it was related to his deep-seated pain, just as I kept my mouth shut about my experience in pornography.

We are two beasts trapped together by the net of fate, drawing on each other's flesh and blood for warmth, clinging to each other intimately, but we never take off our helmets, restrain our minions, and really get close.

A wave of mourning followed the cool morning breeze and invaded the heart and lungs.

I climbed onto the window sill and planned to leave, but my waist tightened, and I was suddenly pulled into a hot and tough embrace by both hands.His shoulders sank slightly, his cheeks were stained with moist breath, his lips pressed against my earlobe, and he murmured softly: "Don't be guilty, in my opinion he is not worthy of you, otherwise how could you Leaving him? Ah...I guess, he must be very...very extravagant for your love, but he can't ask for it..."

The blood in my whole body seemed to be congealed, I stood still and let him hug me tightly.

A gust of wind blew, and the coldness before dawn quickly enveloped the surrounding air with the light on the window eaves. His ankles seemed to be trapped in an ice cellar, but there seemed to be a flame burning at the place where his back touched him.The sun rose to the high dome, burning the sky and the sea like a prairie fire, so beautiful that everything seemed to stop for a moment.

I vaguely recall the time I spent with Flaviz, and I also embraced and watched the sun rise and fall together.The beauty is fleeting, just like the sunrise.

"If you regret not falling in love with him, then how about letting me replace him... Ah Suin?"

These words were hotter than coals, I broke away from him and retreated to the window sill.The body was ready to flee, but the thoughts were blown into chaos by the violent wind.The light in the distance fell on Yulyans' eyes, and there was a deep longing hidden in his eyes, like a deep vortex that could swallow even light.

I stood up straight in fear: "I will not fall in love with anyone..."

"why?"

He stared at me with a faint smile on his lips.

"—Don't tell me you love my eldest brother, and still love him deeply?"

I grabbed the window eaves tightly, rushed up to the roof of the hall like lightning, and left Yulyans' bedroom as if fleeing.

***

Looking at the back of the departing person from a distance, Yuriyans subconsciously tightened his fingers and held the snake wrapped around his arms.The force exerted between his fingers was too great, causing his pet to writhe in pain, struggling to swim away.A ray of cold wind passed over the empty palm, and the residual heat and humidity quickly dissipated, leaving bone-piercing loneliness.

Putting his palms to the bottom of his nose, he closed his eyelids, took a deep breath, and indulged in it as if tasting the finest wine in the world, with emotional drunkenness oozing from the corners of his eyes and brows.

Last night, there was a shower of sweet rain from the sky, converging into a small stream in the bottom of his barren and dry heart.Although it is far from enough to fill those cracked deep gullies, it can give him endless aftertaste.

Caressing his lips with his fingertips, he swallowed the taste left on his lips without leaving a trace.The unresolved question also lingers in the throat with the sweetness of the tongue, and lingers for a long time.

His eyes followed the back of the boy who was getting further and further away, and he asked silently.

It was the simplest puzzle in the world, and it seemed more complicated than the most advanced astronomy he could master.Over the years, he had asked this question over and over again, but his memory couldn't give him any answer.

But when that person finally got close to him, he didn't dare to ask any more.I would rather hide under someone else's mask, just to ask him a sentence that is only a few words, like performing an absurd and funny comedy, uttering lines like lies.

I'm afraid that even his most stupid brother Gallus would scoff at it if he knew it.

Ridiculous.He tried his best to play such a game with the one he loves so much, just to seek the exact answer, to ask him to stay by his side.

But suppose the answer is no...

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes fell on the white stones on the bedside, and he sighed deeply.

They exude a cold, lifeless light in the moonlight.Those were the bones, the corpses of several believers who had professed love to him and swore loyalty.

They kissed his toes piously, sacrificed their bodies one after another, hoping to become his lover or even his lover, get a glimpse of his true face under his mask, get a smile or a kiss from him, even if it is just for a moment.

But Medusa could not hear any deceit, she could see with his eyes, and they died.

Her sad curse was parasitic in his body, just like his mother's last words written in blood on the Saintess Tower.She used her life to declare that only faith is true in the world, and love is just a boat carrying instinctive desires.He wanted to prove that it was false—he was born and grew up from hatred and evil, but he loved someone so much more than belief.

Such greedy desire possesses that person, so that he fears and flees.

He didn't dare to take off the mask and show his heart, for fear that he wouldn't get the answer he wanted, and make the person he loved so much become one of the bones.Rather, in the face of others, lure him into his arms, and fall into it step by step...

"Pushing——"

A slight flapping of wings woke Julyans out of his reverie.

Not far away came the sound of a heavy wooden door being pushed open.A ferocious ghostly face emerged from the darkness, and a crow perched on his shoulder, like a ferryman in the river Styx.

"My dear messenger, let me see what bad luck you have brought?"

"I think this is good news. Our Gothic army has successfully bypassed Tyrion's block according to your plan. One has resisted Armenia, and the other is heading towards Rome. As for what the crow brought What it is is up to you to see for yourself."

Maxim saw his master turn his face sideways, and his expression changed instantly.In the alternation of light and shadow, the seemingly invisible touch of warmth disappeared without a trace, and in the darkness against the light, only the cold reflection of the mask could be seen.

"It flew from the other side of the strait, and there are a lot of salt grains on its wings."

"Across the strait? What a surprise."

Yuriyans smiled, and raised his hand to catch the falling crow.Seeing that its paws were empty, he realized it was a top-secret letter.Faintly understanding something, he hooked the corner of his mouth, cut off its neck, cut open its abdomen with one finger, poked into the bloody organs, and found a small paper tube.

Maxim immediately noticed that his master's smile deepened, gently picked up the dead crow, and threw it to his already hungry pet.He was very… very happy.

Walking barefoot into the hot spring bathroom and stepping into a pool of hot water that had been prepared for him, Yuriyans raised his head and let out a pleasant sigh.

"Guess what was written in this secret letter, Maxim?" The diffused mist was mixed with a faint smell of blood, and the lips curled up under the mask became more and more gorgeous, like a blooming red poppy.

"I thought it must be an extraordinary surprise."

Maxim took the scroll, and the writing inside was quickly fading in the water vapor, leaving only one line——

... The place where the treasure of Armenia is located is willing to be pledged by our prince Ahliuin.

He was slightly taken aback.

Even if you can't see the whole content of the secret letter, you can know who it came from and what purpose it conveys.It's just that exchanging one person for Armenia's rare treasures is too expensive.

He moved his lips, hesitating to speak, but without saying a word, he saw the person in the bath raise his index finger, and gave a very light "shh" to his lips, staring at the mist, his eyes were dark. The emotions seemed to be swearing a wordless oath to the void, and then closed his eyes, making a promise to someone affectionately.

"You know... Maxim, he is priceless to me."

tbc

The first night is close at hand, waving to you

Chapter 51 [XI]

Before full light, I sneaked back into the dense forest in the garden when I came back. When I passed the artificial lake, I couldn't help but stop and take a few more glances.The surface of the water was sparkling, with ripples blown by the wind from time to time, it looked very calm, and it didn't seem like there would be any large boa constrictor's nest at all.

Does that thing really exist, and does the sun's glow really fall in it?

I stared at the entrance of the deep water channel under the water surface, and couldn't help wondering if I really came out of it. Everything last night was like a dream, including the night I spent in Yulyans and learned that V Ravitz thing.

The head was as heavy as a shot put, and the skull was hot.I wiped the sweat from my brow and felt that I was running a fever and a little dizzy. I couldn't tell if it was reality or a nightmare.I stretched my legs to test the temperature of the lake water. As soon as the icy water reached my knees, the shivering feeling of being entangled by the python immediately covered my body, and I hurriedly withdrew my feet.

it is true.

I took a step back, stood up, my eyes drifted unconsciously to the broken harp not far away, I stumbled over, picked up a fragment and put it in my arms.

at last……

I finally found a trace of Flavius, a connection with him.

Holding the broken pieces tightly in his arms, the ivory piano sound made his chest ache.

"who?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

I was startled, and instinctively took a defensive half-squat position, the dagger was unsheathed in the palm of my hand.There is a figure hidden in the shadow of the tree behind him, it is unknown when it appeared there.

Could it be Yuriyans?It doesn't sound like...

While I was guessing, the figure had pushed aside the branches and approached.Mottled shadows peeled off from his body, and the appearance of this man gradually appeared in the thin morning mist.

It was the eunuch named Obius, and I noticed that he was holding a box containing smashed red flower petals, which were probably used for rouge and dye.

"Early in the morning, what is Prince Arshak doing here alone? Could it be that he is homesick and feeling sad here alone?" Obius saluted me politely, showing a puzzled look , "Is that your harp, how did it fall like this?"

"Oh... no, it's not mine. I don't know who it belongs to. I just happened to see it while walking here." I straightened my robe a bit awkwardly, and my whole body froze.

I was still wearing a soaked night suit, and I didn't look like I was out for a "walk".Fortunately, Obius is Yuriyans' confidant, otherwise I would have to kill him.

Obius didn't seem to care, he looked at me, thoughtfully said: "It's strange, isn't this the violin that His Majesty Gallus gave to His Majesty Julius, he always cherishes it, why? Will let it fall here..."

I was stunned, and suddenly remembered the figure playing the harp that night, and my mouth felt astringent.

I really didn't expect that person to be Yuriyans.That's right, their brothers are similar in size, that's why I admit my mistake... The dead are dead, so how can I hope that Flaviz may come back from the dead?

"What's the matter? What are you thinking? It seems that you feel sorry for His Majesty Yuriyans. Are you fascinated by him?" He raised his voice teasingly, and moved closer, "You also want to be... One of the corpses under the flowers? They weep mournfully at your feet."

"What did you say?" I frowned, my ankle twitched, and I subconsciously glanced down.

"I'm just telling you kindly." Obius said mysteriously, "His Majesty Yuriyans has had many admirers since he was a child, but everyone who was close to him has disappeared. There are rumors that their The dead body is buried here, so there are such bright flowers blooming here."

Obius' words made my toes tingle.I subconsciously kicked the swaying red on the grass, and sneered: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not his admirer."

Most of those guys were sacrificed by this evil man!

Of course I won't say the second half of the sentence.

Obius smiled maliciously: "Didn't you have an affair with him last night? Then what happened to your body?" He tapped near my collarbone, and I only caught a glimpse of some lumps there from the corner of my eye. Ambiguous erythema.

— by Julyans.

Recalling what happened last night, a kind of unbearable shame made my ears feel hot, and I immediately covered my neck.

"Forgive me for the offense, but if you have skin-to-skin relationship with him, but he doesn't love you...you will not be far from death." Obius changed the topic, and his voice suddenly became very low, as low as a spell.

He came to me and picked up the remnants of the harp, and pieced them back together with the care and delicacy of his movements, as if he were treating a rare treasure.

It was only when my hand was pulled that I realized that I was still holding a part of the piano body.

Discomfort rose from my heart, driving me to grab it tightly.That feeling strongly filled my heart, like a child with nothing to treat a treasure that was lost and found. Even I was surprised by it, and I was surprised by Obius' glance, and then let go of my hand in panic.

This is Yuriyans' stuff, not Flaviz's.I reminded myself that just as I was about to find an excuse to leave, Obius casually plucked the seven broken and uneven strings, and immediately a few out-of-tuned staccatos popped out from his fingertips.

This familiar tune is like a magic sound that can confuse people's minds. I was shocked and my steps froze: "This tune is..."

"Your Highness, have you heard this song?" Obius stopped suspiciously.

This is the piece that Flaviets taught me to play.

It took me a long time to learn it, and every string of tunes is familiar to my ears.I still remember that he often punished me when I made mistakes, forcing me to recite those obscure ancient Latin poems, otherwise I would play some interesting "games" with him. I chose the former, which is probably because my Latin is so fluent. reason.

"This piece... where did you learn it? Is it Gallus?" I stroked the smooth body of the piano, my heart trembling like a string.

"Your Majesty Gallus?" Obius seemed to be taken aback, a little unbelievable, "Why did His Royal Highness suddenly ask him? He has passed away for many years, why are you curious about him?"

"You mentioned it first." With a sore nose, I emphasized my tone and stared at him, "Really?"

A complicated and indistinguishable strange color appeared on Obius' face.

His eyes flickered, he was silent for a while, shook his head, and sighed: "This piece is often played by the saint Ernese, and it is said that it was composed by the god Apollo in pursuit of Daphne. When the two brothers were young, she often played I teach them how to play it here. It’s a pity that after she was executed, no one dared to play this piece again. I just overheard it by accident, and thought it was really touching, so I figured out some fingering techniques in private.”

"...execution? Why?"

The opportunity to know Flaviz's life experience is in front of me, and I am both heartbroken and happy.

Obius hesitated for a moment before speaking: "In Rome, once elected as the supreme saint, she must remain a virgin for life and cannot be married. Even the royal power cannot violate this sacred commandment, otherwise it is a A great guilt. But she had an affair with a prince who already had a wife, and later the other party betrayed her in order to protect himself..."

He pursed his lips and glanced at the statue: "After she died, because of guilt, the prince buried her body here and cast a statue for her, and this garden became a taboo place .”

I can't speak.

He lost his mother when he was young, and was brutally slaughtered by the clan. The remaining two brothers depended on each other.Growing up in such an environment, even if he is a royal heir, he is like a bereaved dog in this deep palace.Flaviz is so proud, but he is tired of illness, the world is cruel, nothing is more cruel than this.

I closed my eyes, only to feel that every breath of air condensed into an ice pick, piercing my chest with pain.The heat of the high fever is heating up on the surface of the body, making me feel a little bit dizzy.

"What's the matter, why is your face so pale?"

I waved my hand, staggered a few steps, turned around and walked towards the gate of the garden, but I heard a soft rustle in the woods, and I bumped into a person head-on.

"Where did you go last night?"

Ishkad's reprimanded questions were thunderous, which made me sober up a lot.

"Ah, Lord Feisaier, good morning. I'll take my leave first. I've ordered someone to prepare the clothes for tonight's city founding ceremony. Your Highness, please prepare as soon as possible."

After Obius left, Ishkad immediately dragged me to the depths of the hidden dense forest, and at a glance, I found a guy dressed as an attendant lying a few steps away, obviously fainted by him.

My heart tightened, and I pulled away from the chaotic thoughts, and wiped off my sweat: "What are you going to do?"

"Why is your head so hot and your body is still wet? I found half of your palace. There was news that an assassin had entered the palace last night. I thought something happened to you." Ishkad sternly shouted and pinched My shoulder hurts.His eyes fell on my neck, his face turned from cloudy to cloudy in an instant, and he fell silent.

The storm of anger that rushed to my face forced me to take a step back. I had a premonition that Ishkad might beat me up, but sure enough, I was grabbed by the neckline the next moment.

I swung my back heavily against the tree, causing me to bend down in pain. I reflexively covered my head and punched him in the stomach.Ishkad put his arms around my neck and I was thrown to the ground with no room to fight back.

In terms of fighting, I have never been able to defeat Ishkad, and this result is almost predictable.

"You went to find that guy? I really didn't expect that you would disobey my order..."

"I did not mean!"

My head was so dizzy, I shook my head, and was dragged up from the ground by him again, face to face, nose tip to nose tip.He is like the mastiff on the training ground, he can tear me into pieces with his mouth open, and his throat is rolling and neighing: "I don't care about this matter for now. Put on the clothes of the attendant, and we will leave the palace as soon as possible, in the dark come back."

"where to?"

"Go to the real Arshak, or your fake identity will be revealed."

tbc

Chapter 52 [VII] Charming brand

It was safe and sound to leave from the palace in disguise, and the journey was non-stop. It was almost noon when we arrived at the port.After getting on the boat, Ishkad told me that they got the news from Narmide last night, and Constantius was a little suspicious of us, and he deliberately called me to bed, in order to check my identity.

The proof of this inspection is the unique tattoo on the Armenian royal family.

This kind of tattoo has no special pattern, and uses extremely rare dyes, which are ground from a kind of ore in the mountains of Armenia. It will glow at night, so it cannot be forged.At that time, due to time constraints, Ishkad did not carefully check Arshak's body and let me enter the palace instead of him. It was a great omission.

Fortunately, Constantius is too busy arranging the Roman city festival tonight, so we have the opportunity to erase this deadly evidence, and only Arshak can help.

Armenian royal tattoos are all hand-painted by myself.

"Who is outside! Let me out to get some air!"

When approaching the closed wooden hatch, an angry voice overflowed from inside.Ishkad winked at me and pushed the door open.The cabin fell silent for a moment.

"Are you... Ishkad?"

A figure like a flying bird jumped in front of Ishkad and hugged him tightly, which really shocked me.Half of his face was gradually exposed behind his tall shoulders, like a newborn baby, first with a pair of light blue eyes, with a nose bridge as straight as a mountain, and finally with a bit of crimson red lips.

Presented in front of me is a magnificent face.He wore voluptuous heavy makeup, which made it difficult to distinguish the original face, but I was still sure at a glance that Arshak was not like me.Except, his eyes.

When we looked at each other, our eyes were glued, and both of us were stunned for a moment.

"Are you that fake?"

These were the first words Arshaq said to me.

This made me feel badly for him, though he had nothing to do with me.

But I vaguely felt that Arshak's attitude towards Ishkad was a little different. It is no exaggeration to say that he treated him like a long-lost lover.I guess, maybe something happened on the way Ishkad hijacked him, which made Arshak secretly fall in love with him.

To be honest, I couldn't help but laugh a little bit at this, especially at this moment - when Arshak handed Ishkad a hookah and sat cross-legged to stuff him with tobacco.

Despite the courtly elegance of his demeanor, he was courteous.If this was Armenia, it must be a great honor to be treated like this by the prince.Funny enough, Arshak doesn't seem to be conscious of being a hostage, and Ishkad looks a little embarrassed.The atmosphere in the room was eerie.

"Tell me...why did you come looking for me? Did Armenia send someone to redeem me?" He leaned on the deck, as if it were a soft velvet couch, his winking eyes were like silk in the curling smoke, "Unfortunately, I I can't bear to leave Ishkad, unless he comes back to Armenia with me."

"Innocent guy." I snorted, dumbfounded.

He glared and rolled his eyes: "That's why you changed your mind and let me go to the bed of the old Roman emperor? I don't like it! I'm Ishkad's now..."

"Your Majesty Arshak, please respect yourself." Ishkad poured a basin of cold water abruptly, as if freezing the other party's resentment into ice.

"But that night..."

Before he finished speaking, Ishkad grabbed Arshak's slender wrist, causing him to be silent in pain, but there was still a smile on his face, only the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly realized something, but Ishkad glanced at me guiltily, and his face darkened.

Arshak winked at me and giggled.His tolerance to pain was astonishing, his wrist was blue from Ishkad's pinch, but he didn't seem to feel it, presumably he had received special training.

The horrible experience of being trapped in a pornographic cave flashed back to my mind for a moment. I remembered that the slave owners there forced us to smile when we were tortured. Inflected in the skin of a Meinu.One of my companions who had been my good friend couldn't laugh anymore, and he died, in a prison where gladiators who never saw the light of day were held, raped to death by them.

Arshak is no different from them, he is just a slave under the glamorous appearance of a wrapped prince, the happier he smiles on his face, the sadder he is in his heart.I grabbed Ishkad's wrist and forced him to let Arshak go: "Enough." I said coldly, "He is not a warrior, Ishkad, you will break his hand .”

Ishkad's expression suddenly became uglier. He stood up and looked down at Arshak with a murderous intent in his eyes.The other party lowered his head, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and his smile did not diminish, but it was a bit more bitter.Arshaq seemed to really like Ishkad, which surprised me a lot.

"I advise you to cooperate with us obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

Ishkad's tone was scary, but Arshak didn't seem to care.

He leaned lazily on the table, raised his head again, raised his slender eyebrows, and smiled coquettishly: "You have been rude to me..."

Ishkad put a hand around his neck.The veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and I had no doubts that he would strangle Arshak to death.I wanted to stop him, but my reason immediately suppressed my impulse. I have no reason to help a disobedient captive.As if feeling that Ishkad was really intent on killing, Arshak finally suppressed his smile, raised his neck with an expression of being slaughtered, and his thick eyelashes trembled like a moth on the verge of death.

He tightly grasped Ishkad's wrist, like a drowning man grasping a piece of driftwood in the sea. After a long while, a few weak syllables came out of his throat: "Say, what do you want me to do?"

Ishkad let go, and Arshak lay down on the table and coughed fiercely, the corners of his eyes were red, and his thin and beautiful neck hung down, reminding me of the red-headed heron on the banks of the Tigris River.At that time, I went hunting with some samurai brothers, and found that this beautiful big bird could not fly. Their inherently gorgeous feathers were heavy costumes, and they were god-given misery. Most of them could not escape being trapped in the The small lake feeds on fish and is hunted by humans.

A few of them had to endure the pain to pluck out their bright feathers, and when they flew up, they were dripping with blood. The pain was like cracking bones and skinning, but they finally managed to soar into the sky like goshawks.

Fortunately, I am the latter.And I will definitely not let myself become the former again.

I pity Arshak, but such a thing as compassion was shut out on my first day of training as a warrior.

While Arshak was tattooing me, Ishkad got up and went to the deck, probably out of embarrassment—the tattoo was on my thigh and I had to take off my trousers.

The pattern is a dark red unknown unknown flower, entwined by thin and curly vines, extending from the knee to the inner thigh.When I first saw it on Arshak's body, I felt that this tattoo was too charming and effeminate, and it was still tattooed on such a part.If it is not necessary, I would rather be branded than allow this kind of thing to appear on my body.

"Why, are you afraid of pain?"

Perhaps because of my ugly complexion, Arshak tapped my skin with a needle dipped in dye, and smiled gloatingly.

"Why, it's not the first time." I shook my head disdainfully, and subconsciously touched the back of my head.There is an eagle tattooed there, and I used to like to shave my head to show this menacing decoration.

He raised his eyebrows, and his hands were heavy, as if he wanted to torture me.Fortunately, I am very pain-tolerant, and this pain is almost the same as scratching an itch for me.Compared with the discomfort of being pierced into the skin, watching this symbol of meinu being stabbed on the body is an unbearable torment.I secretly swear that when the task is over, I will definitely find a way to get rid of it, even if it is stabbed with a knife or burned, and the skin is peeled off.

As I was thinking this way, I was suddenly attracted by a small tweet.

Hanging by the window was a gold-wire cage, in which was shut a bird of rich feathers.The cage door was unlocked, and there were no chains on its feet, but it didn't intend to come out at all. It just lowered its head lazily, combing its gorgeous tail feathers carefully.It really resembles its owner.

The window behind the cage was not closed, and the shadows of a flock of seagulls passed by from time to time, like a large and changing cloud, and the sky gradually darkened as they came and went.

Gazing at this scene calms my mind and makes me forget for a while where I am.In a trance, I seemed to be standing in another place, watching the seabirds going back and forth in the sky like this.

"Athion... my little baby, look, those seabirds are all flying south. Further south is Athens, isn't it as beautiful as heaven? Soon, we will find your father. "

The soft laughter is mixed with the ethereal birdsong, and the warm waves lapping on the feet.mother's smile