Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

XC] The distance from the other shore

It's like he's dead.Died suddenly.

The severe pain suddenly spread throughout my heart. I took off his mask, and my fingers were so soft that I couldn't even grasp it.The blood-colored snake-shaped brand on his forehead faded little by little, as if heralding the passing of his life.Feeling the fear that was approaching quickly, I hurriedly held his head in my hands.

"Yuriyans, Flaviz..." I grabbed his robe and said hoarsely, "Wake up!"

And no matter how I shouted, he didn't respond.

The scene was eerily familiar.In a trance, I seemed to go back to seven years ago, holding the bones of Flaviz in the temple and weeping.I don't know if I am not pious enough, that's why I fell into the hell of reincarnation, suffering from great karma over and over again.

"Don't be so excited, you still have a chance to save him."

Hearing this sound, I was startled, looked up, and saw a person emerging from the water, who seemed to have been lying under the boat for a long time.He climbed into the boat like a water ghost, his black pointed fingers seemed to touch Yulyans.I pulled out my dagger and kicked him away: "Don't touch him! Who are you!"

The man smiled sinisterly in the dark, his eyes glowed faintly red, like a demon.

There was a chill on my back, I looked around, there were corpses lying on the deck, bloody everywhere, almost all the people brought by Yuriyans were wiped out, only one or two people still persisted, and some of them had been killed The brute I wounded.The river surface was filled with thick fog, and the outlines of the two banks could not be seen. Countless black shadows were looming in the fog, and there were dots of strange blue lights floating in the water, like the eyes of ghosts.

The weirdest thing is that I can see the reflection of the big boat next to me on the water, but it is a completely different scene. His Majesty the King is standing on the second floor steps, and Ishkad and some black-clothed guards are running around on the boat , seemed to be looking for something, the deck was clean, and there was no corpse.

I realized that they were looking for me, and that I might have been taken to some otherworldly place.I was shocked and moved: "Where is this?"

"The other shore of Okeanos in Yinghai, you Zoroastrians call it 'void', the junction of the underworld and the kingdom of heaven, where ghosts without owners live."

The other shore of Yinghai Okeanos?Isn't this another name for the legendary Styx?

"You said we were in the Styx?" A chill ran down my back, remembering seeing Flaviz next to him that night: "Who the hell are you? What did you bring us here for?"

"Ah, I scared you. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Shahrvi. You may have heard my name." He stared at me faintly, stood up and held an oar, his black clothes fluttered, as if Charon, the god of crossing the River Styx.

The notorious kingslayer decades ago, the former highest priest of Persia, was so powerful that he covered the sky with his hands, and once turned the clouds and rains. Even though I was not born at that time, I still heard about his deeds.Unexpectedly, this mysterious figure who had disappeared for decades was right in front of me.I nervously grasped the dagger in my hand, I couldn't guess what his purpose was, and how could he have the ability to bring people to the Netherland.

Shahrvi smiled: "To be honest, I was really worried that he would not come, but now it seems that I am a little too worried. I made an oath to be a ruthless man again, but I broke my promise at all costs... really Infatuated."

"You must be very confused, aren't you?" He bent down, and I didn't have time to stop him from picking up Yulyans' mask, and turned it over, only to find that there was a reflective thing on the position facing the forehead.I glanced at the objects in my hand, they seemed to be the same texture.

This thing is obviously related to everything that happened during this period.I grabbed it tightly, approached the side of the mast, stretched out one hand, and said coldly: "I guess this thing is useful for you. If you don't want me to throw it into the sea, tell me right away, what happened to all this thing!"

"Don't worry. I'm just about to tell you that without your help, I won't get what I want." He grinned wildly and glanced at Yulyans.I aimed the dagger at his throat.

"As you know, the two people you saw are twins." He stroked the mask, "It's just that they are double bodies split from one person, one is the main body and the other is the shadow."

There seemed to be a thunderbolt exploding beside my ear, and my body shook: "What did you say?"

He walked a few steps closer and stared at my palm: "The thing in your hand is a fragment of the 'Mirror of Perseus'. You must have heard the legend about it. According to legend, Perseus once The mirror killed Medusa, and the mirror was tainted by the resentment of Medusa's death, and became an evil magic weapon, which can open the gate to the underworld, summon the dead as his servants, and bring people back from the dead."

"Everyone in the world thinks this is just a legend, but it really exists, and it is sealed in the temple where Yulyans was once under house arrest. You probably don't know where it is..."

"In BC, it was called the 'Parthenon Temple'. It was a holy place dedicated to the goddess Athena, and it was also the residence of Medusa during her lifetime, her tomb."

"The mirror that killed her was taken by Darius for the use of his son Xerxes, and later taken back by Alexander, and buried with the treasures he brought from the East in the depths of the temple. It waited for many years A soul that suffers as much as Medusa awakens its hidden power and becomes her apostle. That person can rely on it to resurrect from the dead, abandon their own pain and disease, and obtain a powerful new body. But the price is not Not small, he will give her his heart, promise to her that he will never fall in love with anyone again, and use destruction as the nourishment for new life. If he breaks his oath, he will be tested. The self he has abandoned in the mirror will find him, and he will Devour what he longs for, destroy what he can't ask for, and finally occupy his soul and body."

I froze, listening to the curse-like sentences gurgling into my ears and eyes, and every part of my body was trembling.

"Look, what a tame apostle Xerxes is. He is cold-blooded, cruel, tyrannical and ruthless. He spent half his life in bloody fights. Unfortunately, he still didn't make good use of it and fell in love with his priestess. Think Think about his ending..."

Sweat drenched my whole body, I was in a trance, and the dagger felt painful in my palm.

The rain soaked Julyans' pale face, and his hair had completely turned into a nearly white golden color, like a decaying plant in an instant.He closed his eyes motionless, his cheeks sunken, and even the shape of his bones clearly stood out, as if decades had passed in just a short moment, and he had become an old man on the verge of death.

But maybe, he's dead.

The person I love is always by my side, trying to get closer to me, but I stubbornly stay in the memory, calling for the shadow of his past, so he is like Orpheus' lover, only because he looks back once, he will be forever Fall into the abyss.

"You know the way to save him, Shahrvi." I gritted my teeth, "You said you need my help, how can you guarantee that you can do it? What role are you playing, and how do you know his affairs so clearly? ?”

His sharp nails touched my blade, and he made a piercing voice: "I was one of the priests who helped him resurrect. If you don't believe me, I can allow his subordinates to bring his body back to Rome, and you, enter the Hades Fetch me something, and in return I'll guide you back to his soul. What's the deal?"

"What? What are you going to do with it? You deliberately lured Yuriyans here just to ask me to help you? Why me?"

"Water of the River Styx." Shahrvi smiled, "Don't look at me like that, I don't want anything but immortality. As for why it's you..." He picked my chin, and I Dodging, scratching the back of his hand severely.

"In addition to your cute appearance, it is also because you are the blood of the Sasanian royal family. Tracing back to the source, your ancestors are descendants of Xerxes. He once used the mirror of Perseus to resurrect, so Hades will always be a place for you. His descendants open the door. What a coincidence, the fate of this world is like a reincarnation, it is all destined, isn't it?"

I stared into his eyes: "I promise you, but I will personally escort him ashore."

"Then I will wait for your return."

Chapter 91 [LCI] Meeting an old friend again (Xiao Xiaohua)

As dawn broke, the mist began to lift.The golden sun wheel smudged the gray river water into a warm color, but it couldn't drive away the coldness all over my body.The surface of the river was extremely calm, reflecting the dark blue sky and my reflection like a mirror.I repeated the movement of paddling like a walking dead, like a ferryman on the River Styx.

And the one lying on the boat is not the dead, but my long-lost and lost love.

It was only when I reached the shore that I dared to look at his face again.I leaned down, traced his eyebrows and eyes stroke by stroke with my fingers, and placed a kiss on his lips.

I put him on my back and walked towards the beach.The faint morning light casts the reflection of the two of us, leaning on each other, as if it was many years ago.Suddenly, the ethereal lyre sounded in my ears, ethereal and far away. I recited his favorite Greek poem softly, hoping that he could hear it in Hades.

As the fog lifted from the beach, a procession approached in the morning light.There was silence behind me, and those who followed us step by step passed me and took Julyans from my arms.

I could see the anger in his eyes.He wanted to kill me, but that reassured me.He was a very loyal servant, and I am so glad I didn't kill him because of Altaïr.

I asked him about Shahrvi and asked him to give me three days, which he agreed to.

His name is Maxim, a descendant of the East Gothic tribe, a powerful wizard, and even Shahlvi's teacher.Julius's father, Julius, had saved his tribe during his war in Gaul, so he swore to be loyal to him and his descendants for life.The intersection between Shahrvi and him occurred after the former power fell and fled from Persia.Shahlvi came to Athens, took refuge in his former teacher, and devoted himself to learning witchcraft, but after seeing the power of the "Mirror of Perseus", he stole it and disappeared.

Before encountering a suitable soul, the Perseus mirror is no different from an ordinary mirror, so Shahrvi took it to no avail, and remained silent for several years in anonymity, but Flavi Here's to waking it up.

If he were not so persistent in love, he would have a completely different new life.He was born to be king.

Maxim put the mask back on his face, and said to himself.His look stung me again.I clenched the bottle in my hand and walked silently into the sea.

"Even if the soul soaked in the water of the Styx can be saved, it will not be complete. He may lose his deepest obsession, which means that he will probably forget your existence, which is a big problem for him. It is a blessing. Go, young man, follow your obsession to get him back, but don't make the same mistake as Orpheus. You must never go out of Hades with him, never let him take him with you. Remembrance of you is revived."

Maxim's murmur came from behind like a series of curses. I gritted my teeth, nodded, opened the bottle, raised my neck and drank it, and swam towards deeper and deeper waters, my consciousness gradually blurred .

"——these are the tears of Medusa. As long as you drink it and die willingly, you will be able to enter the Hades. Remember, whether you come back or not depends on your will."

Shahlvi's warning not long ago echoed in my mind, and my body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and I was involved in a deep whirlpool, sinking endlessly.All sensations seem to be gradually leaving the body shell.

It turns out that this is what death feels like.

I woke up in the dark, and there was a door in front of me.As Shahlvi expected, Hades is not as dark and terrifying as people describe it.There is mist in front of this door, and a faint sunlight shines through inside. The white Roman-style doorposts are wrapped with ivy. Compared with Hades, this place is more like a secluded garden.

You will meet him, but he may not be what you imagined, just let him walk through any "door" and you will be successful.

Thinking of Shahrvi's words, I hesitated and walked inside.At this moment, several pleasant sounds came from inside.

It was like the sound of a harp.Shocked, I quickened my pace along the cobbled path leading to the garden.The place looked familiar, and as I looked around, I always felt like I had been here before.Going further in, a graceful figure emerged from the mottled tree shadows—a statue.

Beside it sat another small figure.It looked like a child holding a harp, with his head down, concentrating on pondering the strings.The lawn is full of red flowers, and the hazy sun shines on his soft blond hair, flowing on his white robe, outlining his elf-like silhouette.Petals danced around him with the wind, this scene was as beautiful as a picture scroll, a dream.

My heart was tightened by invisible hands, I lost my mind for a long time, held my breath, and walked lightly behind him.

Small sobs mixed with the jerky harpsichord—he was crying.

Staying in this old palace with too many past events will only make my heart sore.This sigh suddenly echoed in my ears, and my heart trembled.

This is Flaviz, it must be Flaviz.I heard a voice say in my heart.

He didn't seem to notice my arrival, he still bowed his head and plucked the piano.

A familiar tune floated into my ears. This was the piece that Flaviz had taught me to play. Unlike the heavenly sound in my memory, the sound I heard now was not coherent, even rough.

"Hey, you seem to have played it wrong." I took a deep breath, my voice trembling.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.He heard the sound and turned around.He looked as immature as a six or seven-year-old child, his blue eyes were filled with tears, but revealed a melancholy that did not match his age.I immediately found the shadow of Flaviz.I knelt down, looked at my lover whom I had never met, resisted the urge to hug him, and smiled.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" He wiped away his tears, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on his sickly white cheeks.

That's right, how could Flaviz recognize me at this time?

I reluctantly raised the corners of my mouth: "I don't know either, I just got lost and happened to hear you playing the piano, so I walked in."

Flaviz hugged the harp in his arms tightly, as if offended, he stared at me and frowned: "Get out. This is my secret garden, no one else is allowed to come in!"

His face was full of timidity, showing the indifference of being thousands of miles away from others.I sat down and tried to be kind: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, just a foreign guest who came to Rome to pay tribute. I'm sorry I offended you, so as an apology," I pointed to the harp in his hand, laughing After a while, "Your piano skills are good, but it's a pity that you played it wrong. I can teach you the correct fingering for this piece. How about it?"

He looked at me warily, but didn't refuse immediately, his eyes were as bright as stars.

I took the harp without authorization and stroked the seven strings lightly.

It never even occurred to me that after so many years, I still know the fingering of this piece by heart.Flaviz was immediately attracted. He looked at me intently, just like I looked at him back then.

"It's so nice...but how do you know how to play this piece?" He lowered his eyelids, his eyes fell from my fingers to the statue, "This is a piece composed by my mother."

My chest shrank suddenly, but I still smiled: "An old friend taught me. How about it, do you want to learn?"

He nodded hesitantly.

I took his hand and put it on the strings, just like he once taught me, dialing out every sound deeply hidden in my memory.Flaviz's small, cold hand became warm in my palm.

With Hexi's breeze blowing, the sun is warm, and the falling flowers are colorful, time seems to go back in an instant, repeating the first beautiful days.The only difference is that we are misplaced.He played very seriously and quickly lost my lead.When I played it completely, I praised him, and he finally smiled through his tears, as if he had tasted delicious candy.I have never seen him cry like this, laugh like this, and he has the innocent appearance of an ordinary child.

Chapter 92 [LCII] "The Light Comes"

I have never seen him cry like this, laugh like this, and he has the innocent appearance of an ordinary child.

This scene is too beautiful, too beautiful to be cruel.

"Big brother, why are you crying?" Flaviz stopped and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I just remembered something." I shook my head, smiled pretending to be indifferent, and couldn't help touching his soft blond hair.He raised his head, stared at me, and brushed my eyes with his little hand, just like wiping away my tears when we first met: "Your eyes are so beautiful, don't cry."

Don't cry, Ah Suin.

The moisture in the eye sockets suddenly surged, I held his slender wrist, and suddenly felt an impulse.I want to simply stop and stay in this illusion forever, so that my life will be peaceful.But this is bound to be delusional.

A coolness hit my ankles, I looked down, and the lawn under my feet was soaked in water at some point, and it came up from the lake next to it.My heart skipped a beat, and I vaguely felt that a crisis was approaching.

There may be a time limit to save Flaviz from Hades.

"Let's play hide and seek, shall we?" I knelt down, put my arms around his shoulders, and coaxed him gently.At this moment, I felt very much like Flaviz back then.

He nodded and blinked his eyelids: "But I want to know your name first, big brother, I'm afraid you will get lost."

"It's okay to worry about yourself," I pinched his face and lowered my voice, "My name is Ah Su Yin."

——In Latin, it means the coming of light.

I swallowed this half sentence, which Flaviz told me.Flaviz sees me as his light, and so do I.From the moment we met, we have desperately absorbed each other's light and heat, but we don't know that the other party's flesh and blood hides the poison that has been deposited into the bones over the years, and we are destined to be bruised and bruised before we can really get close.

Since he will forget my existence when he is resurrected again, it is better to simply leave no trace.

"What a special name, can you tell me how to write it in Latin, big brother?" He spread out his palm and raised Bai Nen's young palm to me.

I froze for a moment, and wrote my name stroke by stroke in his palm, which was exactly the same as when Flaviz taught me to write my name, as if it was a predestined reincarnation.

He put away his palm thoughtfully, and I pointed to the door, "You hide outside, I'll count a hundred here, and I'll go out to find you, how about it?"

"You really will come to me, won't you go away by yourself?" Flaviz glanced at the door in a daze, and grabbed the hem of my clothes.He seemed to be a child who was very afraid of being alone when he was young. After a while, he has become a little dependent on me.I hooked his little finger and nodded.

"No. We will definitely meet again." I promised softly, trying to suppress my trembling voice.

I followed behind him, sent him to the door, and told him not to turn back, but the small figure in front of me stopped when he passed the door.

"I know what it means, your name." He turned his head, stretched out his little hand to a ray of warm morning light, and smiled innocently, "It's 'light comes', I will remember it."

I froze and nodded, the moment he walked out of the door, tears tended to come out of my eyes, but I just raised my hand to block the too bright and false sunlight.

We may meet again, but I am afraid that we will become strangers if we meet again.

When walking out from the gate of Hades, darkness gradually invaded from all sides.I didn't turn my head to look at the scene behind me, and walked quickly towards the bright place, but I only dared to keep a long distance from the small figure in front of me.I am afraid that Flaviz will turn back and fall forever into the abyss like Orpheus' lover.

The thorny road was full of thorns, and black shadows were looming, hindering my pace. I first ran, then ran wildly, and finally sprinted in the cold wind that was coming from behind.The light became thinner, and a topless stone door suddenly appeared out of thin air among the thorns, with thousands of dead bones on the door, as if countless undead wanted to draw me to become one of them.

I tried my best to run towards the gradually closing door, and caught a glimpse of the outside scene through the gap——it was the coast I left.Flaviz's figure walked towards a group of people and horses, turned into a wisp of smoke, floated towards the purple-clothed figure lying quietly on the carriage, and merged with him.

Before I had time to see the next scene clearly, a figure caught off guard and blocked my way.

It's Shahrvi.He put one hand into the door and smiled sinisterly: "Where is the water of the Styx River?"

I threw the bottle in my hand out the door, lest he cross the river and tear down the bridge.Seeing that the door was about to be closed without delay, I was in a hurry and rushed towards the crack of the door.Shahrvi didn't stop me, but the moment I stepped out the door, a huge force sucked me into the door.Thorns spread and grow from the door wall, devouring the only ray of light.

Naturally, Shahrvi stood by and watched, and this kind of ending was almost something I could foresee.

In the underworld, people seem to lose all senses.I fell into the thorns, but there was no pain, only suffocation.

Before the thorns obscured my sight, I saw Flaviz sit up from a distance.He looked towards the sea with an expression of indifference and confusion, then the carriage turned around and quickly drove in another direction, leaving a long parallel wheel track on the beach, like two axes of fate that never intersect.

Will forget about me.

I closed my eyes and trembled all over.I have never considered myself a person who is afraid of death, but what is more terrifying than being forgotten and dying silently?I have tasted the feeling of being loved and being loved, and it seems that I have nothing to regret, but when I really want to lose them, I feel unparalleled fear.

I curled up in the boundless darkness and hugged myself tightly.The stomach suddenly wriggled faintly, as if something was about to break out.

In an instant, light appeared in front of his eyes again.

I opened my eyes, and found that the thorns receded to the sides, my shadow was projected under my feet, and a cloud of vague mist gathered from inside, forming a small figure.

It was a baby.His skin was white and wet, and he looked up at me with his small face up.He has a pair of big crystal clear eyes, one pupil is blue and the other is green. When he blinks, tears roll down his cheeks, just like a little elf carved in powder.

My heart was inexplicably pulled hard by a small hand, and I squatted down: "Hey, little guy, who are you?"

Then I realized he couldn't answer me.He cried like all babies, and raised his green arms, as if begging me to hug him.I couldn't help pulling him into my arms.His body was soft and cold, like a soaked sponge.An indescribable emotion entangled my heart tightly, it felt like the villain in my arms was connected with my blood.From this, I remembered those suggestive words, and subconsciously looked at his tender face. His eyebrows and eyes looked like Flaviz when he was young, but there was a small mole at the corner of his eye, which was exactly the same as mine.

I was stunned in disbelief, but at this moment he clumsily broke away from my embrace, wiped his tears with his little hands, and walked towards the depths of the thorns like a toddler.

"Wait!" An instinct prompted me to chase him, but it was only a few steps away, but it seemed impossible to cross, and I could only watch the little figure walk towards the smoky door.He cried until he couldn't make a sound, like every baby who couldn't find his mother, but never looked back.

I stared blankly at the lonely young shadow, and suddenly felt that a big piece of my heart had been taken away.At this moment, a swirling wind sucked me to the back, and the light flooded everything.But at this moment, I suddenly understood something.

That child was the only bond between me and Flaviz, and I lost it the moment I realized his existence.

tbc

Volume [-] Persia: The Cage of Love

Chapter 93 [LCIII] Persia: Wedge Drinks Doves to Quench Thirst

In early winter, snow fell on the top of Antioch, and the sun set earlier and earlier.

Followed by the last rays of the setting sun, the young emperor who had just stepped down from the ancient altar of Apollo, surrounded by twelve priests, slowly stepped into the magnificent castle of Antioch.

The king sat down on the throne and allowed his attendants to undress him and wash away the blood left by the sacrifice.A strand of hair broke free from the shackles of the crown and spread over his graceful back like a piano pillar. The attendants were surprised to find that strands of near-white blond hair grew out of his dark red hair, which grew more and more day by day. More.

It's like aging.

But when the mask was taken off, the king's face was so beautiful and flawless, and the rumored burn on his face only left a vague red spot on his forehead, which made the attendants firmly believe that this was a miracle created by the glory of the gods.

After cleaning his body, the emperor half-lyed down on the bench beside the throne.

Anyone could see that he was unhappy.No one dared to provoke the perverse new head of state, the attendants quietly retreated to the door, and only one Armenian diplomatic envoy was left in the hall. It was not because of his eloquence, but because of his dancing skills, and his black hair and blue eyes, that he somehow liked the new king.

This was carefully exploited by the young envoy, who, with his face veiled and only his eyes showing, was able to please the new Roman king.It was not difficult, he knew who he was like——the Persian boy who had come to Rome in his place, the one he loved and the lover whom the Roman emperor couldn't even ask for.

"Is this the Indian cigarette you brought?"

The bewitching voice suddenly sounded in the silence.The emperor lazily propped himself up on the reclining chair, and his slender and beautiful hands picked up the slender bong, as if grasping a flower branch.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Let me light the fire for you." Leaning coquettishly on the edge of the couch, he took a candlestick and lit the tobacco to help the king breathe, and then picked up the peacock feather fan to fan him.

"This smoke smells good." Yulyans narrowed his eyes, looking at the half side in the fog.The fan disturbed the line of sight of the two, making everything dreamlike.His thoughts drifted into a dream that had always been lingering in his mind for some time.That dream seemed to have happened for real when he was young, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't catch the beginning and the end, everything was very blurred, only a pair of blue eyes were deeply engraved in his memory.For some reason, he vaguely believed that he had an agreement with the person in his dream.They will meet again.

Just as light is destined to come to the world, day will meet night.

Yuriyans took off the boy's mask, pinched his chin as if to kiss him, but stopped just a finger away, took a breath of cigarette slowly, and exhaled on the other's face.The smoke drifted away like a veil, and he stared at those blue eyes, slightly frowning his brows, complex emotions accumulated under the shadow of his eyelashes.

"I know you'll like it, it tastes like a dream, doesn't it?" The teenager giggled, inhaling intoxicatedly.

"Dream... We probably saw it in a dream."

Yuriyans squinted his eyes, as if flirting, his tone was cold, and his voice was full of cold allure, like melting snow on the top of a mountain.

"My honor, Your Majesty." The young man stepped back, removed his veil, and revealed a charming smile.Then he stretched his body and danced lightly in the smoke.As the boy danced, the silver bells on his body jingled, making the emperor's headache gradually subside.

Yuriyans closed his eyelids, took a deep breath of the fragrance of poppies in the smoke, his eyes drifted to the dome painted as the night sky, and slowly fell into a dream.

"The light comes..."

Hearing the muttering in his sleep, the tireless dancer finally stopped dancing, and the smile faded from his face.

In a light blue mist, he slowly approached the reclining chair.The young emperor fell asleep. He was lying quietly on a complete white lion fur. His loose hair was like flowing blood. His whole figure was like a classical mural depicting the death of a god, beautiful and cruel.His eyes were half-closed, revealing the confusion of being trapped in a nightmare, like a fragile child, not at all like the aloof and feared lord of a country in the usual days.

Just like myself... Abandoned by the one he loves, he is a poor guy who is doomed to be alone all his life.Standing above ten thousand people, wearing a robe and crown, his body was completely corroded by painful moths.

Arshak bent down and kissed his lips with a little pity and pleasure.It's cold, like ice.

He closed his eyes and remembered the grief-stricken expression of the man hugging the fainted young man on the bank of the river.That scene made Arshak despair. He knew that he would never be able to get close to that person's heart throughout his life.So he gave up on himself and returned to the cage where he was imprisoned, giving up and continuing to follow.Unexpectedly, fate tricks people, and because of a catastrophic encounter, he escapes the established fate, goes around in a big circle, but returns to the track drawn for him.

After all, he is only a bird domesticated as a pet, unable to fly into the sky with the light of his heart, without the big tree that can survive, he will not be able to survive.

Let them wash away the scars of the past with them, and always follow their respective trajectories and walk in the opposite direction.

"What are you doing, Arshak?"

A man came in quietly, the sound of a harp covering his footsteps.

Hozmir looked at him with mixed feelings, and even he had to admit that when his face was covered, Arshak looked very much like his own son.

Even after being washed by the water of the Styx River, can't he completely forget that little remnant?

Putting the letter paper on the white ivory table, Holzmir looked worriedly at the half-sleeping emperor on the recliner, and put the bong in his hand on the table.

He was thinner than before, and his body seemed to be declining a little bit, showing his previous sickness.But when Hozmir saw the shocking scene when he drilled the army, he would feel that it was just his own illusion.Hozmir remembered that the evening when King Assassius surrendered to Rome a month ago, in the bloody sun, the young king wore a black armor and led the newborn legion on horseback into the grand Metril Square. , the crown on his head is shining brightly, the blood-colored cloak flutters like a falcon's wings in the wind, and the appearance of wearing a mask is mysterious and majestic. Those Galileans who once called him "apostate" all bowed their heads and kept silent. Bow down to him.

This scene is fulfilling the oracle that Hozmir obtained through divination many years ago.Yulyans will be a king like no other and will help him regain the throne of Persia and avenge his mighty brother.

When he walked out of the palace gate, it was already dark.

Hozmir met the messenger waiting outside the door, and at the same time came back Maxim, the chief of staff of the Janissaries, who had just killed the rebel army composed of rioting Galilean believers a few days ago.Those rebels attacked the temple of Apollo during the ceremony, trying to assassinate the new emperor who had just ascended the throne, but they were expelled from the city by the guards who had been prepared for a long time.

Yuriyans announced in front of everyone that he had pardoned them, and secretly sent an elite army to kill all of them, and then threw the corpses into the Euphrates River, pushing the crime of massacring the Galileans to Persia on the other side. people.This trick led a large wave of warriors who were Galileans to join the legion voluntarily, and aimed their anger at Rome's old enemy.

"He is very good, far better than Constantius. I can tell from his childhood. At that time, his Chatterang chess skills were always the best among the princes, but he was very good at hiding himself , always pretending to be weak." Hozmir looked into the door, "but soon, it's time for him to show his strength."

The ghost face half hidden in the shadows moved slightly: "Why, are you worried that you won't be able to control him?"

Hozmir shook his head with complicated eyes: "He is not Constantius. No one can control him, I can only rely on him. You are enough