Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

The ghost army that I have been looking for, and I was promoted to the commander of the army.What a gift this is.

God knows how much this means to me.Since then, gloom, irritable, melancholy, and often-triggering anger, all emotions like lingering shadows, have gradually faded from myself since then. Got a new life.

If Flaviz gave me a second life and nearly destroyed it in the fire that took him from me, then it was His Majesty who gave me a chance to be reborn in my days of walking dead .It is an exception to join the Undead Army from the descendants of unorthodox warriors; it is rare to be promoted to the commander of the army at the young age of 16; it is even rarer to be awarded the Holy Clothes and Saint Belt by the king on the Holy Fire Altar; I became a prisoner of war. It is a crime not to kill myself. The king still does not give up or punish me, and still entrusts me with a heavy responsibility.

———I will live up to his high expectations and repay him with my life.

tbc

Hmm >_> You can see it, Shou is a diehard fan of the King of Persia... The head of the group, Mansao Juju, is currently Gong's number one rival in love xdd He will be jealous in the future haha, we have to hold on... I I feel that Ishkad is also attractive when I write it (no

Entering the palace is like falling into a swamp, so the label of the second volume is this: The dance of stepping into the swamp~

Chapter 22 [XX] Special Mission (2)

When the midnight bell rang over the city of Rome, Ishkad and I had properly completed our disguise and followed the caravan of young prostitutes on the city road leading to the harbor.

Carriages with big wheels marched in the front carrying large cargo boxes, traveling merchants on camels followed, and groups of slaves formed at the end.

They dragged heavy shackles on their hands and feet, and as they staggered, they knocked on the ground with a clear sound.In stark contrast are the prostitutes sitting on the big wooden frame on their backs—maybe they know that they will be sold out in foreign countries, they curl up, their heads are bowed, their colorful heads The gauze covered the face, like a bunch of withered flowers.

There were many people watching them, and we followed behind, surrounded by fish and dragons, and it was difficult for the guards to check one by one.

Perhaps because of our attire, some prostitutes looked up at us.The thick rouge and gouache could not hide the pain and tears in their eyes.I looked at them, and suddenly there was a sour feeling in my heart.

I think of my mother, my eyes feel hot, and I inadvertently meet a pair of beautiful eyes full of tears.

It was a girl of fifteen or sixteen, with a pair of light blue eyes very similar to my mother.Probably seeing that my face looked about the same age as hers, she stared at me intently, as if she was absent-minded, which made my heart throb.

If it weren't for my mission, maybe I would have spent some money to buy her, so that she would not have the same tragic fate as my mother.But at this moment, I had to lower my head to avoid her gaze, lest her gaze attract other people's attention.

I didn't look up at her until the caravan was outside the city gate, and we were going in two directions, and we were going to be in the opposite direction forever.

She was still looking up at me, just like my mother looking up desperately in the dim light in memory, but she couldn't see her face clearly.The traffickers probably didn't expect my vitality to be so tenacious.However, my mother never had the chance to know that her son escaped from birth as she wished, let alone catch a glimpse of her son standing on the holy fire altar many years later, attracting all the attention.

Thick emotions flooded my chest suddenly, but maybe my heart was hardened by all the hardships. A gust of sea breeze blowing on my face dried my eye sockets, and I blinked, as if I hadn’t remembered anything.

I turned my head blankly and looked towards the sea in the direction of the horse team.

A small black boat floated next to another huge merchant ship, shaded by its huge sails, like a pony standing under the belly of a war elephant, very inconspicuous.Except for Persian soldiers like us who are very sensitive to the black symbolizing the undead army, it is difficult to notice it on the dark sea.

Such concealment is the meaning of its existence, just like the entire ghost army.

After we got into the cabin one by one, we sailed away from the port, in case there were ears on the partition wall, so that we could discuss the assassination plan.

Everyone was silent in the dark, and the kerosene lamp on the table was lit by Ishkad after a considerable distance from the port.The firelight illuminated the youthful faces of each of my companions, and their eyes reflected the sharp calm I knew as a ghost warrior.I walked around their faces, and they took off the black scarves that covered their faces one by one, and nodded to me.

For a moment, I felt as if I had come back from the dead, and my heart was surging.The Legion is like another home for me. Being here, sharing weal and woe with them, fighting side by side to defend Persia, makes me feel that every moment of my life is so meaningful.

"Bazar, Boumier, Tatu, Issos, Susa..." I read the names of each member one by one.Of course, not the entire ghost army was present, but only one-tenth of them. There were ten people in total, but they were all warriors selected from thousands of miles.

Of course, the most outstanding one is not me, but the commander-in-chief, head of the regiment, and my brother Ishkad.He is the most powerful warrior of Hatamier's generation.And I am ranked No.11, the youngest, and the only adopted clan child in the family.

"Did you get beaten during your detention, Ah Suin?" Boumier asked suddenly, and handed me a small glazed bottle.She is the only woman in the Legion.Her black pearl-like eyes looked at me with concern: "Wipe some of this, your complexion doesn't look good."

"Thank you." I gripped the bottle gratefully, feeling a little warmth in my heart.

"After the mission is over, we must severely punish the guy who dared to offend our army commander!" Isos reached out to embrace me, but touched the wound on my shoulder.I hissed in pain and realized that they didn't know my previous situation, and I couldn't help but feel lucky, otherwise it would be a big embarrassment.I just don't know if Ishkad saw all of Juliyans' actions...

Just as I was thinking about it, Ishkad, who had been watching the wind outside the cabin, opened the curtain, bent over, and spread out a map on the table. awn.

"Okay, let's get started." He sat across from me and illuminated the map with an oil lamp.

I immediately focused my attention on the drawing.

It was a top view of a palace, with detailed labels covering every area.Lines of different depths are superimposed together, and I judge that it should be the external structure and hidden structure of this place-secret passage or dark room.

"This is... a map of Constantine's holy palace?"

I recognized the position of the circular dome at a glance, and I understood it, so I reached out and tapped a little.

"Well, that's right." Ishkad nodded, "Constantius will return to the city from the east in two days, and people will line up to greet him, so we will sneak in here."

As he spoke, he gestured to the various areas on the drawing with his hands, and began to arrange the positions for everyone to infiltrate. I took note of them attentively, but until he explained them one by one, I did not hear the action plan for me.Although I have doubts, I don't want to interrupt other people's discussions.I didn't ask him until they had confirmed each other.

Ishkad's answer made me feel more pressure than ever.

"The reason why I'm telling you last, Athione, is that this assassination operation is different from the previous ones. There is a person who needs to act in the open and appear under Constantius' nose to attract his attention. And, Assist the Roman Deputy Emperor Juliens to control the ruling and opposition parties, and help him successfully seize the Supreme Emperor."

——No doubt that person is me.

"Assist... Yulyans?" I repeated, fearing I had misheard.I was caught off guard by the sudden order to assassinate the Roman emperor. Not only did I want to interfere in the power struggle within the enemy country, but I also wanted to assist that pervert with evil power to help him become the next Roman emperor?

What is the reason for this mission?Your Majesty, why did he order the Ghost Legion to interfere in Rome's internal affairs?It's incredible.

Juliyans' monstrous genitals appeared in my mind, and my spine felt chills, and I stared at Ishkad in disbelief.

I don't want to have any more contact with that guy!

He frowned slightly, and the fire light was changing and jumping in his dark pupils, making it hard for me to tell if he knew the answer I wanted to know.

This kind of secret operation must be driven by some important reason. Once the news is leaked, it will cause unimaginable consequences. It is often transmitted in ancient Persian codes. Only those who know how to translate the information into plain text have the core information of the order. .I have secretly recited the dossiers that recorded the Persian secret symbols, and I can't forget them, but I will not ask Ishkad unless he tells me.

As a soldier, you must never question your mission easily, nor ask your superiors without authorization.The Law of Silence is taken as the norm by a certain soldier.Before dying and under torture, one must keep silent, otherwise it would be a crime of treason to implicate family members.

"Execution time? How should I expose it? How can I help Yuriyans?" Despite the turbulent waves in my chest, I still asked calmly and clearly, but I noticed that Tatu on the side showed a strange expression, as if Interested.That is probably due to the fact that he knows the answer to this question.

Ishkad didn't answer for the time being, and tapped his knuckles on the table lightly, as if he was choosing his words carefully.

The cabin fell into a frozen silence, and under the light of the fire, Tatu's smile seemed to heat up.I rubbed my palms with my thumbnail uneasily, picking off the raised dead skin.

If Tatu thinks something is funny, it must not be a good thing.

As a veteran who has been with the previous army commander for 15 years, Tatu has always been dissatisfied with me who was too young, and he likes to deliberately trip me up, especially when I first became the army commander three years ago.I was a whole round younger than him.He is the oldest and most unscrupulous among us. If he hadn't been for his swift and resolute execution of missions, he would have dealt with the god of death most often in the undead army. Member of the Ghost Legion.

"Cough, Lord Commander," Tatu shrugged, stared at my face, and smiled Mimi: "Maybe I really wronged you this time, but I think with the appearance of Lord Commander, I will definitely be able to do it."

My brows were tightened, and I felt angry for a while, and at the same time, I felt a very bad pre-cold.

tbc

Chapter 23 [XXI] Humiliation

"Tatu, believe it or not, I'll throw you into the sea?" Ishkad said in a cold voice, his eyes slashing at Tatu like a black sickle.

Tatu lowered his head resentfully, his face collapsed.

I stared at Ishkad and made a gesture on my chest to take an oath before joining the Undead Army, silently implying to him that I would unconditionally implement any instructions in the plan.

His eyes darkened.As if he had finally made up his mind, Ishkad picked up the sun light, got up and went out of the cabin, "Come out with me, Ah Suin."

The night outside the cabin is hazy, the sea is calm and waveless, and a round of bright moon is reflected on the dark sea surface in pairs. At a glance, the sea and sky seem to be boundless, as if you are in the sky, which makes people feel in a trance.

The wind picked up Ishkad's black hair and blew his robe and turban along with me. For a moment, I seemed to have returned to those days when I was trained as a warrior in Ctesiphon, and I was standing on the tower overlooking the city. The top of the white ivory minaret in the entire royal capital.

I used to climb the towers of castles and enjoy the fun of flying over eaves and walls. I was the most agile and nimble among the junior apprentices who trained with me. No one could catch up to my speed, except Yi, who was my elder brother and half-teacher. shkad.We often watch the sunset and look forward to the sunrise together on the towering Taixifeng Peak.

The sun always rises and sets from the end of the vast desert, and the whole land is soaked with golden brilliance, and then fades into an ice-like blue under the moonlight, just like the robe of Ahura, the god of light, embroidered with sun, moon and stars. Dragging through the mortal world, leading pilgrims to his glory.

Those days were too good to be true, like the ones I had with Flaviz at first, until it was as unsustainable as a dream, and finally woke up--after I officially became a soldier from a warrior, Iraq The moment Shikad was promoted as the head of the Ghost Legion.

At first, I was not used to strictly obeying military regulations, and Ishkad, who has always been reticent, was not used to ordering others with a cold eyebrow, especially to me.But time and a sense of mission can change everything. After I became the commander of the army two years ago, we all eventually got used to keeping such a distance, in case we had to make a decision to abandon each other in combat one day and could not implement it.

"The most difficult thing for people to overcome is always themselves, isn't it..." Ishkad turned his face sideways, and the sea wind blowing on his face made his voice a little fuzzy.

Suddenly there was a bit of bitter taste in my mouth, but I held the corners of my mouth noncommittally, so as to hide my untimely disappointment, so as not to make Ishkad feel that I am not mature enough.

"Okay... what exactly do you want to say, Captain?" I walked to the bow, turned to look at him, suppressed my smile, with a hint of aggression, "You know that I never hesitate to execute orders. Is it After I became a prisoner of war, do you no longer trust my ability?" I tore off the neckline of the Arabic-style robe and sneered, "This neck ring didn't make me disabled."

Ishkad approached a little closer, reached out and grabbed the bronze medal on my neck ring, twisted his wrist, and pried it off with the blade of the sun's light, and I also cut it off. A lock of hair on one shoulder.

That's when I realized that after six months in prison, my untrimmed hair had grown so much that it was hanging down to my chest.I have a different physique, and I don’t have a beard by nature. In order to prevent my long hair from looking too soft, I used to shave it very short, leaving only a little stubble, and I tattooed an eagle on my scalp to make my outline look enough. Hard and cruel.

I grasped the hilt of the Sunshine Glow knife, intending to cut off my own hair, but Ishkad grabbed my wrist.

"Don't cut it short...you need it for this mission."

"What does it have to do with having long hair?" I froze for a moment.

"Retouching. Athioin, your temperament is too fierce, and you are easy to show your edge. This time you need to hide your true self and become another person."

"Who?" I frowned in confusion.

"A prince of Armenia who is about to enter the palace to meet the Roman emperor."

"What did you say?" I gasped.

"Yes. Prince Arshak of Armenia. But he is not really from the royal family of Armenia. He is just a puppet of the powerful nobles in Armenia. A hostage in exchange for protection—a tribute to the Emperor of Rome to please him."

I sneered mockingly: "Unexpectedly, in order not to be ruled by Persia, Armenia would not even want the dignity of a country. If it fell into the hands of the Romans, wouldn't it also be unable to preserve its sovereignty? In the final analysis, their national strength is too weak."

Ishkad lowered his voice and stared at me, "His Majesty the King does not want Armenia to be controlled by Rome, so he issued an order to assassinate this puppet. We have held hostage the envoy responsible for escorting him. Before they enter the city tomorrow night, there must be a Personally take the place of prince of Armenia."

I petrified for a moment.

Let me dress up as a slave?My brain was buzzing, and I raised my eyebrows in disgust: "Can't you change someone? Why did you let me go? Is this really an order from His Majesty the King?"

"Then do you think I have the guts to make decisions on my own, or will I lie to you?" Ishkad choked me hard.

He was right.

My doubts are meaningless at all, and it is impossible to get cold feet and disobey orders.

tbc

The leader and the little wild cat also have a deep friendship w

Speaking of which, it’s a little longer than (Flavitz) who is sick and delicate, spends a lot of time with Shou[doge]

Chapter 24 [XXII] The Lord of Israel

"Of course not. I just..." I gritted my teeth and shook my head, feeling like I swallowed a hard-to-swallow jujube, but I had to swallow it whole.I took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words between my teeth: "This is really an unprecedented challenge..."

Ishkad looked at me, and his tone slowed down a bit: "Do you understand what you are going to do this time, Athioin?"

"Pretend to be an Armenian prince, get close to the Roman emperor, and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him." I said expressionlessly.

"No, you can't act rashly." He paused, then said in a deep voice, "Your function is to blind your eyes. Unless you receive clear instructions, or the plan fails halfway, you must not act without authorization."

Obstacle - Attract the enemy's attention.

I stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief, turned a corner in my mind, and then suddenly realized.

It is self-evident what the directive is for me to do.

I want to exist in this plan as an exposed identity, shadowing the actions of others.What Ishkad means is that I cannot directly assassinate the Roman emperor.

The various reasons must be because the Armenian prince must not be suspected of being related to the death of the Roman emperor, especially because he exists as a bargaining chip for peace.

This is related to the open and secret struggle among the three countries, in which there are too many interests involved, and a careless one may ignite a bomb, triggering a war on an unprecedented scale.

I have to take over that chip and play the role he played.As a last resort, I might have to try to confuse the emperor with all my might and buy time for others.

This thought made me feel like sitting on pins and needles in an instant.I clenched my fists tightly, and my chest swelled with a sense of unwillingness, but after a little thought, a greater worry overwhelmed the suffocation in my heart.I can't figure out why this person has to be me, why can't I find someone else to replace it?As an army commander, I am indispensable, and as an actor, especially the kind of role I hate most, I am absolutely not suitable.

My personal situation is still secondary, but once I am pushed out, the structure of the legion has undergone a fundamental change, which is like removing a core part of an indestructible weapon, even if it still looks extremely sharp, once If the enemy catches a flaw, it will become vulnerable.

Even if I want to put myself through the trial when I return to the Legion, I shouldn't risk such a major action.My always wise Majesty the King, this is not the decision you made while drunk!

Just when I was confused, Ishkad patted me on the shoulder: "I know you are reluctant, Ah Suin. But you are indeed the most suitable candidate."

"Where is it suitable? Forgive me for not thinking of it, sir." I stared at him mockingly, waiting for his answer.

"I've seen Arshak's real face. His face and shape are very similar to yours, especially his eyes." Ishkad avoided my sight and turned to the sea, with a somewhat unnatural expression, "It is said that Constantine Us is very masculine, and you can easily attract his attention."

Suddenly, a burst of anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

At first, Ishkad was the only one who knew why I refused His Majesty the King's promotion of me as his vassal.The dignity of the samurai family is inviolable, and their words are fearsome. I am afraid that I will have anything to do with the stigma of "Israel is the king".At that time, Ishkad was very sympathetic to my decision, but now, I have to play the role of the king of Israel, but he said this.

"You don't feel the absurdity of this decision?" Uncontrollable anger made my tone not good. "The commander is the commander-in-chief of the legion, and the commander is the leader of the action. Both are indispensable. Now you want to change the commander As a bait, let the regiment commander command and lead the action at the same time! If you, the regiment commander, are killed or captured, and the army commander has long been exposed to the enemy, the entire army will be defeated..."

"That's not going to happen," he cut me off.

"How can you guarantee that?" I asked back.Ishkard was speechless.His attitude made me even more angry: "If it's just a similar appearance, then I..."

"How are you doing? Are you disobeying orders? Ah Suin? This is just a mission, no different from the missions you performed before!" Ishkad grabbed my shoulder and shouted sharply.

The pain of the wound completely ignited my anger. I instinctively twisted his wrist backhand, and he twisted my arm and pressed it to the deck.I tripped over Ishkad's calf, hooked his neck, and fell over his shoulder habitually, but I forgot that it was on a boat—he was caught off guard and fell into the sea directly by me.

"what happened!"

"Commander, Commander! What are you doing?!"

Several people screamed in the cabin.Altaïr flapped his wings and flew down and bumped into me, which made me feel remorseful, and realized that I had been too excited.

I quickly reached out to help Ishkad who was climbing up, but was slapped away by him, and jumped up by myself.

I couldn't help but stand there blankly.But I have always been strong, and I can't hold back a word of apology.

Ishkad wiped his wet face and got up from the side of the boat. I wanted to help, but he blocked me and punched me neatly in the abdomen.

While I was bending over in pain, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my lapel: "You have just returned to the legion, and you offended your superiors and questioned the king's order. You have learned the behavior of these barbaric Westerners in Rome! Ah Suin , You are no longer the army commander, and the current army commander is Tatu! Now it seems that he is more suitable for this position than you. No one is irreplaceable."

The heart seemed to suddenly fall from a high altitude into the abyss, and the center of gravity was instantly lost under the feet.

"Ah Thien, if you want to return to the Undead Army and continue to lead the legion, this is the only chance the king has given you." His tone was serious, he was silent for a while, and lowered his volume, "Whether in the battle of Nasabine Whether you tried your best, you were captured, this is an indisputable fact. He valued you and let you perform this task."

"Respect? It's more like punishment. Punish me for being disrespectful to him in public." I twitched the corners of my mouth in frustration.I look like a peacock that has been plucked and lost its proud capital, no different from a bald chicken.

Sighing, I sat down on the bow and buried my head between my knees.

Too bad everything that has happened over the course of the year has been like a nightmare.

I have really put in too much effort to get to where I am today.Because I was adopted from a foreign race and was of mixed race, the pressure and contempt I endured were unimaginable for many clan children.I need the status of army commander, I need to stay in the army, I need it so much, only in this way can I prove myself.So every time I performed a mission, I worked like a madman, and my companions were often shocked to the point of being cruel.

They don't know what I've been through and what drives me.

I don't want to be a weak person, I don't want to be displaced by fate.I want to be strong, to be strong enough, to make up for the regret that I was unable to protect myself and was too late to save Flaviz from the fire.

And losing these is just a matter of a moment.I shook my head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Have you ever seen a hurricane, Althioin?" Ishkad sat down beside me.

"Huh? What's wrong?" I looked up at him in confusion.

"In a hurricane, the eye is the safest place in the center of the storm. You know what I mean?"

I froze for a moment, then nodded understandingly, but I was a little surprised: You mean..."

"This is His Majesty's intention, and it... fulfills my selfish intentions." Ishkad looked at me, with dark currents in his eyes, and the meaning was unclear, "He ordered me to do my best to protect you. I will enter the palace with you , Pretend to be the eunuch next to the prince. Tatu will lead the others. You are not a bait, Ah Suin, but the deadliest move, you have to save it until the last moment. Before the situation is clear, you must restrain your Ni Lin, completely turned into Arshak, no matter what happens, you have to be patient. Do you understand?"

I was silent and didn't respond to him immediately.

When the storm in my chest gradually subsided, I took a deep breath, nodded, and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I was impulsive just now. I still understand the meaning of enduring humiliation."

tbc

Chapter 25 [XXIIH] Desire in the Mirror

Ishka patted me on the back and brushed the tangled hair from my neck, naturally, as he did at home.I forced a smile at him, but he was taken aback, as if he was a little lost.

I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He turned his head blankly, I don't know why, and my gaze swept to the sun shining on his collar, and the doubts that I had suppressed before came back to my heart.

"By the way, that Roman Vice Emperor Julius...why did His Majesty the King order us to assist him? Is there some kind of deal?" I paused, "The Sunburst is a national treasure of Persia, how could it be in his hands?" inside?"

Ishkad shook his head, "It is certain that he has secretly negotiated with His Majesty the King, but the specific deal is a higher-level secret, and I don't know. As for this dagger..." He picked it up The radiance of the sun was raised in front of my eyes, "I can tell that it is not the radiance of the sun, but another one—the blade of the moon. It is said that there were three daggers when it was forged, namely the sun, the moon, and the star. , were bestowed on his three princes by the late King Horzmozd II. One of them is in the palace of His Majesty the King... and the other two should be on his brothers."

I was taken aback: "But... His Majesty the King has no living brothers. Shouldn't these two moons and stars be used as funeral objects? How could they be alive and in the hands of the Romans?"

Ishkad looked complicated: "I heard some relevant news before I left, saying that the second prince Hozmir did not die, but fled to Rome when the High Priest Shahrvi usurped power. Last year Our envoy went to Rome to negotiate. On the way back, a mysterious person secretly handed him a copy of the will of the previous king, and showed the relics of Prince Holzmir to prove the authenticity of the will. That relic is this Take the Lunar Blade."

"Could that mysterious man be Yulyans?" I held the gleaming gemstone on the dagger, feeling an unknown strangeness in my heart.Hozmir... I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

"I guess so." Ishkad nodded, "but he must be holding something more important than the Lunar Blade and the will, otherwise His Majesty the King wouldn't take the trouble to send us to interfere in Rome's internal affairs .You have to be careful with this man. I have a man who knows Yuriyans in my hand. He used to be his godfather. According to him, Yuriyans is a very dangerous man."

"How to say?" As if being watched by those seductive eyes, I asked anxiously.

From Ishkad's narration, I learned that from Juliyans' youth, all those who had trouble with him in the Roman court died one after another, including several of his godfathers and teachers, but none The evidence shows that these people were killed by him, because their miserable and horrific deaths are not at all what a prince who is still a child can cause.

Later, rumors spread in the Roman palace that Julyans was cursed by Satan, so that Emperor Constantius, who was Julyans' cousin, had to send him out of Rome and put him under house arrest in Athens. He ordered the famous saints to remove the evil power from him.

But only those who have really come into contact with Yuliyans know that his danger does not come from the curse of indistinguishable existence, but from his unfathomable city power and instigating charm.

The godfather was originally teaching the Bible to Julyans, but he was bewitched by the sophistry of the young Julyans, and he almost completely fell into his crooked ways. As a result, he burned himself half-human, half-ghost, just to see the "light" in Yuriyans's mouth.

What Ishkad couldn't understand was that when he narrated this passage, there was no fear in the godfather's eyes, but full of admiration as if he saw a god, as if he wanted to praise the godfather who made him worse. dead demon.If Yulyans appeared before him again, Ishkad said he had no doubt that the godfather would kneel down and lick his feet.

In addition, Juliyans had a shocking beauty when he was young, and almost no one who saw him could not be overwhelmed by it.It was just rumored that his face was burned in a fire, and since then he has been wearing a mask to show people, but his character and methods have become more and more terrifying.

Hearing this, I was already in a daze, and I couldn't seem to hear what Ishkad said later.They were strikingly similar, yet I knew so well that they could never be the same person.

Flavius ​​died, right in front of me.I saw him dying in the fire, turning into charcoal, and revealing his dead wood bones in the torrential rain.I buried him with my own hands on the hill behind the temple, and left Athens.

So how could Flaviz appear in front of me again and become another person with a completely different temperament and appearance?

A kind of great panic and longing overflowed my chest at the same time, making me breathless, and my heart was beating so fast that it seemed to burst out of my throat.I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and suppressed the intense emotions in my heart, but my eye sockets became hot.

"What's wrong with you, Ah Suin?" Ishkad's low cry dragged me back to reality.He knocked on my face in disbelief, a little flustered, "You...why are you crying?"

I was taken aback and realized that I had shed a few tears.I hurriedly wiped it clean with my sleeve, and my face was tense, not daring to look at Ishkad, feeling extremely embarrassed.Since seven years ago, I have never shed a single tear, no matter how much I was hurt or how insulted I was.

However, Flaviz seems to be the only remaining softness in my heart, as long as it is poked, it can easily reveal my fragile flaws.

"I've never... never seen you cry." Ishkad took a deep breath, and it seemed that it was very difficult to say this.I wanted to find some reason to prevaricate, but I was speechless.Suddenly he lowered his voice again: "Could it be...that Yuriyans did something to you?"

There was an obvious and sharp killing intent in his tone.I hurriedly frowned and denied: "Don't get me wrong, my eyes are just uncomfortable."

This excuse is too bogus.I glanced at him guilty, and immediately met his strange gaze, and I suddenly remembered that Ishkad had seen the scene in the altar!He must have seen me kissing Yulyans!

My blood rushed to my forehead, I felt ashamed, and hurriedly changed the topic: "When do we act and where do we start?"

Ishkad looked away unnaturally, and pointed to my back: "Wait for the Armenian ship to dock."

I turned my head and saw a big ship with bright lights coming from the vast night sea, with a dragon head on the bow and two wings on the stern, like a golden bird with rich feathers soaring above the sky.

After boarding this "golden bird" from Armenia, the strong anxiety made me want to get cold feet, but I knew it was impossible.As if spying on my thoughts, Ishkad pushed me from behind and pushed me towards the Armenian masked maids and white-clothed servants who were walking towards me.

I have a strong feeling - I'm going to take it on a road of no return