Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

Like ripples, his fingertips spread out, rushing straight to the tailbone, and a large stream of body fluid appeared in my mouth.

He obviously had enough strength to push back, but his spine seemed to be softened by his hands.He stroked my back like some kind of small animal, and this "Flavitz-esque" movement had a magical effect on me, like a magnet that held me immobile.

——Your lover is very close to you.

This voice entered my mind unexpectedly, and the trembling pointer of the wheel of fortune floated in front of my eyes again, as if my heart was wavering.

When I was hesitating, a kiss landed on my lips lightly, savoring it lightly.

The teeth were easily opened like a lock, and his tongue poked into the pouch to get something, teasing and seducing my soul away.The strength of the hand on my back increased, from comfort to control, and it stretched down my bowed spine.

I struggled instinctively, but my waist was firmly locked by his arms, and my only movable hand was tied to the head of the bed by a cloth strip.He raised his neck, and a silver cross hung down to the bottom of my nose, which was reflected coquettishly by the color of his lips.A small drop of sweat landed on my lips.The black robe made his complexion extremely cold, but his body temperature was unusually high, making my whole body hot.

"I'm just checking your body...don't tempt me to do anything else." He lowered his head and licked my chin wantonly with the tip of his tongue, and the foreign body between his legs seemed to swell a bit.

abnormal!How could such a pervert be...

A voice refuted the vain suspicion in his heart, but it still failed to extinguish it.I held my breath, brewing, but I didn't know how to speak.His sweat fell into my eyelids, causing my eyes to burn and hurt, and I had the illusion that I was going to cry for a moment.

"Ulyans..." I shook my lips with difficulty, I don't know whether to say it silently in my heart or really said it out loud, "Where is Flaviz?"

His lips slowly approached my ear, and his hands wrapped around the back of my neck.

For an instant, the light from the stained-glass windows penetrated into the crevices of his flowing hair, like sunlight piercing through a long-dark forest of thorns.

I clearly felt it was absurd, but I was still wrapped in great panic and anticipation, like a blind man who had been trapped in the fog for a long time vaguely saw the light again, but he didn't know if it was an illusion or real, he just looked up and waited.

"Boom boom boom——"

The door was knocked.

"Your Majesty, have you completed the exorcism ceremony? Odus is here, and he wants to visit Prince Arshak."

The sound of footsteps came from the door, I immediately closed my eyes, and the weight on my body left instantly.

Chapter 59 [LIX] The Butterfly Breaking the Cocoon

"What's the matter, cousin, Prince Arshak still hasn't woken up even though you went out in person?"

Constantius' voice sounded at the door.Footsteps approached my bedside, and jeweled fingers brushed against my cheeks, making a crackling sound.

"Ah... such a handsome boy like an angel, even the Holy Father will inevitably want to get his hands on it. Tell me, should I forgive Tyrion?"

There was a lot of chaos in my head, and I couldn't help being stunned when I heard this sentence.Tyrion?

"Of course not." He chuckled casually, without any kind of bewitching in his tone, like a frosty chill, "He dared to touch the treasures presented to you by Armenia, so where is your majesty? Remember when he was How did you offend Prince Arshak at the dinner party? Did he take your existence into consideration at that time? Tyrion is as arrogant and arrogant as Gallus, if he just sits idly by, maybe he will take an inch and get your golden chair gone."

Gallus?Arrogant?

My heart was stuck in my throat, my brain was buzzing, and my thinking almost stopped.

"Really..." Constantius laughed loudly, "I really didn't expect, Yulyans, I was really surprised that you could comment on your brother so pertinently. I always thought that you He hated me for his death. After all, both of your parents died, and he lived with you since childhood, and left you the holy medicine to restore your body after death..."

"Of course not, my venerable cousin. Gallus is not dead, so how can I take his place?"

An understatement, as if telling an irrelevant joke, even with a hint of humor.

"Very well... my cousin, you really look like me. I'm glad you can see clearly that for a seedling to grow into a towering tree, you have to cut off all the branches that will hinder its growth."

My fingers fell on my chest, and a corner of the silk cloth on my body was lifted: "You can go out, my cousin, I want to taste my lovely offering."

The silk cloth was lifted between my legs, and a finger touched my inner thigh affectionately, "Tsk...Look, it's really an attractive scenery. Cousin, did you see it just now?"

I couldn't bear it anymore and opened my eyes. At this moment, there was a hissing sound, and I saw Constantius staggering back a few steps. hit his throat.And a moment later, it fell to the ground as if being scalded, and curled up into a ball after shaking a few times.

"Come on, there are devils haunting here!" Constantius stared at the ground in shock and screamed, and several monk-like people rushed in.One person picked up the snake on the ground and threw it out of the window, and the other unbuttoned the cumbersome gold buttons on his chest to check his body. I saw at a glance that there was a dark red wing shape on his chest covered with a layer of fluff. Tattoos, a pure gold cross is shining brightly among the tattoos.

It might be a kind of protective charm, which can make him resist the attack of evil things.Had it not been for this, perhaps he would have died at the hands of Julyans.

I subconsciously glanced at the figure hidden in the dark behind Constantius, but I couldn't see his expression clearly, I just felt dizzy.I never imagined that the god of fate would grant me such an incredible gift after inflicting the cruelest punishment in my life.

For a moment I was in a trance, almost suspecting that I was dreaming again, my heart shrank, and I didn't move forward.

"Prince Arshak... are you alright?"

A voice suddenly brought me back to reality.The mask was very close, and the thin red lips were slightly parted.

Those long and narrow eyes stared at me, and through the deep eyes, I could see myself inside.My expression was broken, and I was about to cry, like the child I met him for the first time.

His eyelashes are drooping, and something is surging in his pupils, like a chrysalis about to break out of its cocoon after years of dormancy, fluttering its wings and about to fly.

I reached out and touched his cheek, just wanting to grab him and ask why.Countless words spewed into my throat, and I swallowed them down——I saw the face of Constantius behind me.

Maybe it was because someone took the blame for me, and he was worried about the relationship between Rome and Armenia. After Julyans left the room, Constantius did not continue to embarrass me.After some hypocritical greetings, before leaving, he left an invitation that caught me off guard.

———Tonight, a grand dinner will be held in the palace near the sea, for me to embark on the journey back to Armenia with the title of candidate.At dawn, the dinner party is over, and he will take a cruise ship to anchor in the port, and he will give me the coronation ceremony that I failed to complete last night in the arena in front of the people.

I have a faint premonition that a storm is coming, but my thoughts and mind are tied to another place.

He put on his clothes like a walking corpse, and as soon as he got up, a dull pain came from his lower body.

I hurried to the window and pulled off the belt, only to notice how excessive the Roman-style sleeveless gown was.It was simply a layer of veil, with a ring of peacock feathers around the waist barely covering the lower body.

Resisting the disgusting feeling of tearing off the clothes, I lifted the hem of the clothes.

The bright tattoo on the thigh came into view, and in the gaps between the entangled vines, a few mottled red marks could be vaguely discerned.It seems to be caused by a bitten kiss, all the way to the buttocks.

The sharp sense of shame pierced into my skin, my lower abdomen twitched, and I felt dizzy in an instant, I barely stood still by supporting the window frame with one hand, my fingers were trembling.Whoever did this to me is obvious.

The indistinct sound of physical impact, shaking of iron locks, moaning and panting are still crumpled in my ears, making me feel like a scorching fever.I subconsciously lowered my head and leaned against the wall to recite "Avesta" silently, but the scriptures I knew by heart did not bring me peace at all, but aggravated my panic.There was obviously no one behind me, but there seemed to be a fiery body pressing down on my back, stroking and kissing my whole body, invading again and again.

There was a shameful movement in my stomach.The chest against the glass was soaked with sweat, and the breath was dyed with a white mist.

The hallucinations grew stronger and more real.I raised my arm and smashed the glass with one blow.

The bright fragments flew in all directions, and the feeling of eroding the whole body disappeared.I picked up a splinter and cut off the long hair up to my neck.Watching the blood dripping onto the window eaves, as if seeing my mother's crying eyes, the blood in my chest also surged up.

I was raped without even knowing it.

Even if that person is...

My teeth cracked, but I didn't feel any pain.

"You still remember." A helpless sigh came from behind.

I squeezed the glass in my hand tightly and turned around vigilantly.

At some point, Hozmir opened the door and walked in, and came to me.There was a kind of sadness in his black eyes, which added to my shame.Why would anyone else know about this?

"Come and see a joke?" Blood rushed to my forehead, I squeezed out a few words coldly, and walked over Hozmir to the door.Unfortunately, there was a burst of numbness in my lower limbs, which made my steps falter, and I was about to fall, but he managed to hold me up.

"It's not the worst, kid!" He grabbed my arm with great force, "You have to find a way to get the evil thing he left..."

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

A familiar voice interrupted the whisper, so I couldn't hear the second half.I walked quickly to the door and was hugged tightly by the oncoming person.

Ishkad was not implicated in the accident, which is a blessing in misfortune.I thought the assassin who took my place was a member of the Legion, but to my surprise, he appeared even Ishkad hadn't expected.Just when they were ready to rob people, they heard the news that I was released, so they rushed back.

He asked me if I had been tortured, but I kept silent and chose to conceal it.

Obviously, the most likely thing is that the guy who came to plead guilty was arranged by Yuriyans.

Ishkad took me away from the crowded place and pulled me to a hidden place in a garden.Maybe it was because of my ugly face, but he didn't condemn me for the huge mistake I made on the spur of the moment.I was wondering, so I waited for a simple and clear order --- we will do it tonight and assassinate Constantius.

A sense of mission was added to my heart, and I returned to my body, forcing myself to stop thinking about it.

Tonight is the perfect time.On a cruise ship, away from the Praetorian Guard in Rome, there is no better place for action than on an evening of low-security celebration.Tatu and the others are in the dark, and Ishkad and I are in the light, working together from inside to outside.Once the plan is successfully completed, the sea is our best retreat.

It was easy for us to escape across the water, and Ishkad had also notified people to meet us on the other side of the strait, and as soon as we arrived, he went straight to Ctesiphon without stopping.

When I was in prison last night, everything was quietly ready.

"For what?"

"poison."

Ishkard handed me a magnificent bracelet of solid gold.

It is inlaid with a few red agates, and there are small organs in the grooves, which hide the poison extracted from the black mandala, which dissolves in water.As long as a small grain, you can die with a pleasant hallucination, stop breathing quietly, and it is no different from falling asleep.Just try to put it in the diet, or cut his skin, and you're done.No more artifice and intrigue were needed, the mess was left to the Romans to clean up.

But my premonition vaguely tells me that this operation will not go as smoothly as planned.

What Holzmir said is true. Constantius is a very cautious person. Even people who have been in and out of his palace all the year round cannot murder him. I doubt our chances of winning.

The uneasiness floating in the air made me anxious, and I touched the poisonous gemstone.

Staring intently at my bracelet, Ishkad grabbed my wrist and clasped it tight.There are thick calluses on his fingers, and the strength penetrates into my bones, which hurts a little. "Unless you are absolutely sure, you don't do it. Let me do it. I would rather give up the mission and protect myself, understand?"

He made a point of emphasizing the last few words.I was taken aback for a moment.In the past, as a superior, Ishkad would never say such things to me—we are called the Undead Army, but we are dead soldiers to the letter.

Chapter 60 [LX]

He made a point of emphasizing the last few words.I was taken aback for a moment.In the past, as a superior, Ishkad would never say such things to me—we are called the Undead Army, but we are dead soldiers to the letter.

"give up?"

"Yes. If Constantius finds out, you should immediately jump into the sea and flee. There is a boat not far away, and they will pick you up. Don't worry about anyone else. Or, it's better for you to leave now." Ishka De Shen stared at me, and answered every word very firmly, as if he didn't realize how incredible these words were for us.

Giving up is as shameful as surrender in the dictionary of soldiers.

This will not be the king's order, this is just Ishkad's selfishness.Because of this kind of selfishness, he lost the minimum confidence in me and regarded me as a weak person who needed to be protected.

"Give up? Leave now?" There was a dull pain in my lower abdomen, which seemed to remind me of the evidence of being a weak person, and I was suddenly a little annoyed. "It's really unlike you, Ishkad, to say such dejected words before the action begins."

"yesterday………"

I am stiff.

"Yesterday... when I thought I lost you, I almost went crazy. Ah Su Yin, I want to protect you."

Ishkad raised his hand as if to comb my hair, but his hand froze slightly, and then brushed the broken hair on my shoulders.

"Don't treat me like you used to, I'm not who I used to be."

I took a step back and remembered the time when I entered the training ground of Azimote at the beginning of the year.Ishkad always helps me in too harsh training.My companions laughed at me as a sissy, until I refused any protection from him, and survived all the trials alone, and I was able to impress everyone.

Perhaps, he recommended me to be the army commander, just to keep me by his side and protect me in another way.I am grateful to him, love him, and respect him, but I can't afford this kind of love mixed with pity.

Ishkad stared at me from the shadows of the trees, his black eyes mottled.He grabbed my wrist, the body temperature seeped through my clothes, his eyes fell on me, and his expression flashed a trace of sadness: "I fell in love with you at the first sight in Tessifon. Ah Thien, no matter how you change No matter how much, I will not let you go and give you up to anyone, even if that person is His Majesty the King."

I shook my head, took a few steps back, and remembered the first time I met him.

I timidly curled up among the cargo, disheveled and embarrassed.The adoptive father rode a tall and mighty military horse, and Ishkad followed behind him, a young man with a heroic appearance and an imposing manner.The chariot of fate should have taken me to the slave market, leaving me like a grain of sand in a sea of ​​misery, and Ishkad sifted me out.

If he hadn't been standing on his horse and staring at me at that time, my adoptive father would never have noticed me.At that time, it was evening just like this time, and the setting sun was like blood, dazzlingly red.I was dragged onto the horse by my adoptive father and thrown into the arms of Ishkad. He whipped the horse all the way and led me into the majestic city gate of Tesiphon.

If I hadn't met Flaviz earlier, perhaps Ishkad would have been regarded as my savior, and perhaps it would have evolved into the affection he longed for from me.

But what-ifs are always just what-ifs.I will never depend on anyone for protection again.

"I'm sorry. Ishkad, I'm not Arshak." I took a deep breath and said word by word.

As soon as he looked away, from the corner of his eye, he saw a ghostly figure standing among the shadows of trees not far away, who seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

He held a bright red flower in his hand, took off a petal and put it into his mouth. He looked at me with burning eyes, as if he was tempting and waiting.

When I stayed there, I felt that what he was holding in his hand was not flowers, but myself.A gust of wind blew through the forest, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the petals flew all over the sky.He was dressed in the sunset glow, with a beautiful appearance, and he merged with the person in his memory.In a trance, I walked towards him involuntarily, like chasing the wind and catching a dream.

"Athione!"

A low shout from behind woke me up like a dream, and I stumbled on a stone, and I fell to my knees.In an instant, the dull pain in his lower body became clear, as if he had been stripped naked, and an indescribable shame swept over his whole body.

"Stay away from him." Ishkad pulled me up, and I don't know who to warn.My neck was stiff and my face was as hot as coals. I couldn't help but be controlled by a strong emotion, and I looked up at the figure in front of me.

The red lips under the mask were deeply raised, as if she was extremely happy.

He stared at me, took a few steps back, and slowly disappeared into the shadow of the palace.

When the sun sinks to the sea level, large flocks of birds fly from the palace to the sea like a shadow.We also followed the noble ministers attending the banquet to the gorgeous palaces near the sea like a flock of birds.

The moat surrounding the palace has a gate leading directly to the sea, and the magnificent cruise ships are moored in the arched gate of the gate, surrounded by flower boats like stars and moons, like a dream boat flying to heaven.

Before announcing boarding, everyone gathered in this seaside palace, and a masked ball with Roman characteristics was being held.People in fancy clothes wore ornaments to cover their faces. Amidst the accompaniment of harp strings, they chatted and laughed or danced lightly, and some even made out with each other carelessly in such a public place.

The sense of crisis in the air was concealed under the grand occasion of singing and dancing.

The short bird chirps that occasionally sounded in the music let me know that they had mixed in. This is a signal we often use to convey messages, and ordinary people cannot hear it.

Carefully covering the mask on my face, I searched for the figure of Constantius in the crowd.His seat was on a high platform in the palace, surrounded by a hanging purple curtain, but when I approached there, I saw that the Roman-style chaise longue made of pure gold was empty, only the attendants stood on both sides.

He hadn't come on board yet, and looking around, I was more and more sure of this.

My eyes focused on the horn cup in the attendant's hand, and my heart skipped a beat.He would always come back to that chaise longue, the symbol of the Roman Emperor's power.Maybe he could do something to the awning of that recliner before he came back—like Nero had done to his mother.

Suddenly, there was a wave of cheers from around.I followed the reputation and found that the cruise ship at the gate was slowly approaching, and its wide deck was built like a stage.People in strange costumes stood on it, dressed like the ancient Greeks depicted in "Homer's Epic", dancing around a peculiar wooden horse-shaped prop.

I watched for a while and found that they were performing the legend of Troy, which is the origin of the city built by the Romans.I vaguely feel that the drama full of destruction and new meaning is alluding to something.

The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding lights came on one after another. Taking advantage of the alternating darkness of day and night, I cautiously approached the recliner and observed its structure.The canopy above the recliner is hung with tassels made of gold beads, and a huge jeweled cross is inlaid on the pointed top. It looks very heavy, but it can be fixed with only a few ropes and a pulley, which shows that the Romans were very serious about it. Mechanical engineering is indeed as deeply researched as it is said to be.

At a glance, I saw that the structure was similar to the device on the Roman chariot that fixed the crossbow cable.A few years ago, when my adoptive father fought against the Roman legion on the eastern battlefield, he had captured such a plane for the military to imitate.

Just breaking that pulley and letting it fall at a fixed time would create an accident, perhaps without poison.

I took off a thin bracelet on my wrist and straightened it. I quickly turned to the side of the recliner that was covered by the curtain, and stuck the bracelet that had turned into a wire into the center of the pulley shaft, breaking one of the ropes. .The awning shook slightly, but there was no major movement.I looked nervously at the top of my head.

If there is no accident, as long as the bracelet is pulled out, the rope will break because it cannot bear the weight.

The canopy will fall from the sky and fall on the high crown of Constantius.Thinking of it this way, I actually felt a little bit of happiness for no reason.

Not all out of a sense of mission, but also a kind of hatred.His hands were stained with the blood of the Flaviets, driving him deep into the abyss.When this hatred took root in my heart, I didn't realize it.Just as he was so close to me, and I didn't know it.

Stabilizing the throbbing that was disturbing my heart, I observed my surroundings vigilantly, quietly left behind the reclining chair, and blended into the crowd.The mask relieved my discomfort in this kind of occasion very well, no one could tell each other, and I didn't have to wear a "prince" disguise to pretend to be a snake.

"Where did you go just now?" Ishkad raised a wine glass, pretending to clink with me.

"It's nothing, I made a little trick, just in case there is no chance to poison."

I pretended to take a sip of the wine, then carefully spat it back into the glass, my eyes wandering in the crowd involuntarily.Eager to capture someone, but more flustered than facing a big enemy.He had obviously never had a drink, but after seeing that figure standing on the waterfront terrace, the air he breathed into his mouth seemed to be fermenting, with mixed flavors surging in his chest and abdomen.

"Get behind me, Constantius is coming."

Ishkad reminded in a low voice.

I looked up, and sure enough, I saw a group of figures coming down the white staircase in the center of the palace. Constantius didn't wear his extraordinarily high crown, but a golden laurel crown instead.He didn't wear a mask, but his face was covered with powder thicker than the mask, his lips were painted with rouge, and his hair was specially curled. The waiter behind him held a feather fan like a seraph, but it couldn't cover up his radiant aura. Death like death.Holding his gorgeous and lengthy clothes, Hozmir followed step by step with a blank expression, like a mourner.

He painted the gate of heaven for himself with the blood of his brothers, but after his death, he went to the hell that must be atonement.

"Even if you can fool everyone, you can't fool me, you fake prince." At this moment, a person brushed past me, grinning lowly through a mask, "You are not only an assassin, Still a slave, must have been marked. Behold, I'll expose you in front of all." It was Tyrion.

Chapter 61 [LXI] Butterfly Going to Fire (High Energy Warning)

"Even if you can fool everyone, you can't fool me, you fake prince." At this moment, a person brushed past me, grinning lowly through a mask, "You are not only an assassin, Still a slave, must have been marked. Behold, I'll expose you in front of all." It was Tyrion.

My back felt a chill, and I remembered the thrilling scene in the arena.I do have a mark on my body, the mark of a prisoner of war, the greatest shame of my life.No matter how he knows, don't let him say anything.

While this thought crossed my mind, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol.In a hurry, I hooked his ankles, and while he fell forward, grabbed his collar and fell to the ground together.The crowd avoided him in confusion. I put my arm around his shoulder and pretended to support him, but the gemstone on the bracelet lightly scratched the side of his neck.

The effect of the medicine will not come on immediately, but I can clearly feel Tyrion's body stiffen.

"It's tit for tat." I whispered in his ear, and then shouted in a fake panic, "You're drunk, Your Majesty Tyrion."

As I said, one of my fingers pressed against the blood vessels in his throat.

Tyrion blushed quickly and his lips quivered like he was really drunk, but his Adam's apple was actually broken by me.Belittling me and provoking me were probably the stupidest mistakes he made in his life. In the training ground, my teacher taught me various ways to kill people invisible, especially this trick, which has been tried and tested repeatedly.

I'm not bad at heart, but never soft-hearted when necessary.

As soon as he was pushed away by me, he staggered and fell backwards.My robe was torn during the fall just now, exposing a thigh, embarrassed and charming.I pushed myself up, feigning fear, and suddenly I felt very much like Arshak.But this is a matter of urgency, and if possible, I would never use such low-handed methods to get rid of the enemy.

"Your Highness, are you injured?" Ishkad put his hands on me to help me up, his face was calm, but there was shock in his eyes.Maybe he never understood that I also have a sinister side.He wouldn't even know that I once killed a guy in a legion who repeatedly offended me and even sneaked into my camp in the middle of the night.

I stood up, glanced over the crowd of onlookers, and intertwined with those deep eyes.His eyes were half-closed, and the mask covered his entire face. He didn't know what expression he had.

In an instant, I was a little overwhelmed, I hurriedly looked away, and Ishkad half knelt down to meet the driver.

"Supreme Augustus, His Majesty the Emperor, live forever."

"Oh, my lovely little guest. What happened just now, was Tyrion drunk? Are you going to be executed immediately?" Constantius seemed to be in high spirits, and the golden cane lifted my chin, unexpectedly Ridiculous.

There was a burst of laughter all around, and I was a little surprised.It seems to be a matter of occasion, this group of dissolute and vulgar Romans completely threw away the pretense of restraint, and turned from emperors to officials and dignitaries into a group of hooligans.In the court of Persia, such a scene would definitely not occur.

Tyrion, eyes wide, pointed at me as he stepped forward, looking very drunk, some of his squires helped him as he wobbled.I deliberately shrank back and made a scared expression.

"Where have you been all night since you left the arena last night, Tyrion?" Constantius smiled amiably, with a stern gleam in his eyes, "Going to the brothel again to have fun Yet?"

After all, he walked to the recliner and sat down.A tiny sound pierced my eardrums, and my heart immediately hung in my throat.However, the canopy only swayed inconspicuously and did not fall off.

"Come on, explain to me, is this gadget yours?"

Holzmir brought up a silver plate, on which were placed two metal ornaments, as if torn from a certain piece of clothing.

Tyrion staggered closer, but was stopped by the guards at a certain distance, and the eunuch Obius, who was always by the king's side, also cautiously stood in front of Constantius.He lost the trust of his adoptive father, but why, I don't know.He suddenly twitched, his neck was twisted, and the corners of his mouth were raised, like a puppet puppet being suspended, and he rushed towards Constantius stiffly.

I stepped aside with a stride.The guards had no time to restrain Tyrion, freeing him to grab one of the guards.He bit the opponent's neck like a wild beast, blood splashed all over in an instant, staining the white marble floor red.

"Oh, God---"

An indistinct scream pierced his throat, and then there was the sound of muscles being torn.

"Catch him! Catch him quickly!"

Amidst the screams one after another, Constantius shouted loudly, and the guards rushed forward and firmly restrained Tyrion.Several swords were put on his neck, and he seemed to wake up suddenly. He stared at Constantius and groaned, and pointed to his chest, as if he was trying to express something.My heart tightened, and I stared at his skirt, wondering if it was some kind of secret letter, used to report my false identity.

"Look what's on him."

I am amazed at the utter composure of Constantius in this situation.He was sitting on the reclining chair, his face was still as expressionless as if he was wearing a mask, and he even smiled slightly.

At his behest, a guard searched Tyrion's chest and pulled out a paper tube sealed with black wax.The paper tube was presented on a silver plate and sent to Constantius. A faint smell of spices came over my face, but I smelled another unusual smell coming out of it.

———In the past, I often came into contact with dead people on the battlefield. I could tell that it was phosphorus.

At this time, the light in the hall was already dim, Constantius unfolded the paper tube, and Obius brought him a candlestick.The bright candle flame illuminated his pale face, and I seemed to have seen his end.

After reading the contents of the secret letter, his face changed color, he raised his eyelids to look at me, handed the letter to Obius, and tapped his finger with the gold ring, as if instructing him to read it out.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, the candlestick in Obius' hand shook, a drop of wax oil mixed with sparks fell on the paper, and in an instant blue flames shot up from the paper tube, biting his hands.Screams resounded through the hall, and Constantius stood up in panic, then fell back on the couch, and the blazing flames swept across his exquisite finery.A few guards rushed up to put out the fire for him, and in a panic, they all threw themselves on the couch.

I took a few steps back, holding my breath, and finally heard a cracking sound overhead.

The heavy canopy swayed and hit them, making a terrible muffled sound of broken muscles and bones.Constantius's head is bowed, his eyes are wide open, the eyelids still twitching, and the crucifix that was used as a headpiece is stuck on his forehead, making him look like a miserable martyr By.

Constantius was never really baptized in his life, but died under the kiss of God "as he wished".

This ironic thought suddenly jumped into my mind.

"Where is the Praetorian Guard! Someone rebelled and assassinated Augustus!"

Amidst the clamor that exploded, I heard someone shouting like this.It was Yulyans' voice.I looked back and saw him calmly walking out of the scattered crowd.Some people behind him half-kneeled towards the reclining chair, kowtowed in horror, and crossed themselves on their chests, as if they saw the end coming, while some followed him closely, as if they were afraid of being attacked.All of them wore masks and were in various poses, making this great change that could shake the whole country look like a comical and horrifying theatrical performance.

I was really like a shocked spectator, standing there for a while, at a loss, watching the protagonist behind the scenes of the play step out of the curtain and gradually walk to the center of the stage.

He glanced at me deeply, then brushed past me again: "The Imperial Guard! Protect the elders and ministers!"

The cold order behind him was full of the deterrent power of a king, and he was completely different from his usual laziness and unruliness.

The sharp whistle sounded from far to near. At this moment, a hand grabbed my arm and dragged me behind a pillar. It was Ishkad.The crowd fled in all directions like frightened cattle and sheep.Tyrion staggered to his feet and fell to the ground again. I knew that his medicine had taken effect.

When the Imperial Guard rushed down the stairs, the cruise ship approached the waterfront pier.

Actors in Greek costumes jumped from the ship's wooden horse to take part in the heart-pounding spectacle.

Each of them was strong and strong, and they fought together with the imperial guards.In an instant, swords flashed, blood splattered, and the heavenly hall was reduced to a battlefield for slaughter. Everything seemed to be repeating the battle of Troy centuries ago.

The candlestick was knocked over to the ground, and flames shot up from all sides, covering the figure in the center of the hall.

My heart suddenly panicked: "Flavitz!"

Ishkad firmly held my body and dragged me towards the moat: "It's time to leave! Ah Suin! Come back to Persia with me!"

The whole person was carried and hugged with unprecedented domineering strength.

At the moment when I was suspended in the air, I looked over the fire and saw that figure shuttling between the figures fighting in the melee. He seemed to have escaped from the sea of ​​blood in hell and walked into the white marble arch. The edge of the black robe was glowing, as if Ashes