Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

The stone and the red lips complement each other, the long and narrow eyes are half closed, and the posture is elegant and lazy, but the hand resting on the heel of my leg pushes open the seam of my clothes and stretches in.

Cold fingers immediately touched the skin of my inner thigh, like a slippery poisonous snake crawling across.

I tried my best to maintain my posture, stretched out my hand, pinched his fingers, and flung them out fiercely.I swear that with the strength I used, an ordinary person's hand would have been broken long ago——but his seemingly slender and weak fingers were as hard as iron, and they were safe and sound!

Moreover, she didn't intend to take it away from my clothes at all, instead, she caressed my crotch more and more recklessly, touching my crotch cloth affectionately, scratching the dense gold leaf.

An indescribable joy was penetrated by his fingertips, and it pushed straight into my lower abdomen.

I trembled, like a ready-to-go bowstring, almost sprang up from the seat, and barely stopped when I saw Constantius across from me.I subconsciously took out the dagger at my waist, but found nothing, and suddenly realized that before entering the palace, the weapons had already been handed over to the guards at Chuck's gate.

(And even if it was there, I couldn't chop off Yulyans' hand in public).

I was in a stalemate with him under the table, as if we were fighting a dark battle, and my wrist strength was obviously at a disadvantage.My cheeks began to heat up vigorously, my breathing was messy and uneven, and it became difficult to even maintain a quiet sitting posture.I don't know when Yuriyans will touch me, I can only let him tease me like this, no one present can help me.Not even Ishkard.I would never want him to find me in such a disgraceful situation.

The worst thing was that I was embarrassed to feel hard.

This fact made me so embarrassed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

As if the malicious intention to tease me finally succeeded, Yuriyans' hand withdrew from my clothes room.His movements were so calm and self-contained that he even took the time to fasten the buckle for me with two fingers under my capture.

My clothes were soaked with sweat, and the things under me stood upright.I sat stiffly in embarrassment and shame, like a statue smashed by a craftsman. I didn't even dare to look at Yulyans sideways, for fear that if I moved, it would crack and lose the shell I tried my best to camouflage.

"Your face is very red...Little cat, do you need to go to the bathroom to fix it? Or let your master do it yourself after the banquet?" A series of hoarse and ambiguous whispers penetrated into the ears and eyes.

The hem of the clothes was crumpled in the palm of my hand.I don't even want to stay here for a moment, I just want to find a reason to escape here temporarily.And God seemed to be joking with me on purpose. At this moment, I heard Constantius cough suddenly, as if he wanted to speak.

The people at the banquet table stopped whispering in an instant, and the entire terrace was silent.

My heart suddenly hung up, and I had an ominous premonition.

"Let us extend our sincerest enthusiasm to the protagonist of this feast, our distinguished guest who has come so far, His Royal Highness the Prince of Armenia!"

The eunuch next to the throne does the speaking for the emperor, which is exactly the same as in Persia.Constantius raised his glass, and everyone followed suit.I was a little caught off guard, and immediately picked up the wine bottle full of wine in front of me with both hands, and drank it all in one gulp—thankfully, the bead chains on the mask hung from the bottom of the nose to the sides, and there was no covering on the lips, leaving enough room for me Sip the gaps in eating and drinking.

The wine is very mellow, and the entrance is like a magma flowing into the throat, which makes me feel a little drunk for a moment, and the internal fire has not disappeared, and my whole body feels dry.I knew I must not have another drink, or I would be drunk.Getting drunk here is a deadly thing.

I carefully put down the wine bottle, but the waiter immediately filled it again.I had no choice but to take the opportunity to pour some wine into my sleeve, drank half of the glass, and nervously turned my gaze to Ishkad who was sitting diagonally opposite with several Roman eunuchs.He is my spokesperson and the commander behind the whole plan, who knows best how to deal with it at this time.

Perhaps it was a tacit understanding that had been formed for a long time, and at the same time as Ishkad's eyes intertwined, he clapped his hands.The envoy standing at the door walked in slowly with both hands forming a long object wrapped in a blanket.The totem of Armenia is embroidered with gold and silver thread on the blanket. I guess it should be an item that symbolizes the royal power of Armenia.

——Those Armenian nobles who are really in power behind the scenes, eagerly hope that they will become "noble" Roman citizens, as if it is a kind of supreme glory.

I stared at the uncovered blanket, revealing a jewel-encrusted golden lion-headed scepter that confirmed my suspicions.

If the thing is a fake, it is really afraid that it is already on the way to Persia; if it is genuine, it must be an important target that needs to be captured in the plan.I squinted my eyes and focused my eyes on the scepter, trying to distinguish its authenticity, but I couldn't concentrate.I was dizzy, and my lower body was swollen and painful.

Alcohol is on its way.I rubbed my forehead, took a deep breath, and felt bad.

tbc

4-pointed bream: Humans hallucinate when eating their flesh, and it is very persistent.In the ancient Roman Empire, forkfish was used as a recreational hallucinogen, often used in spiritual entertainment and group banquets, just like the drugs used by people today.

[xxxi] step by step crisis

The wine that the Romans were accustomed to drinking had an unusually strong aftertaste, which was beyond my expectation.I summoned the attendant at the banquet table, and was about to ask him for a glass of water, when Constantius raised the scepter and glanced at me.

Ishkad turned to the throne and half knelt down, and I immediately realized what I should do.As a representative of the Armenian royal family, to express my sincerity to the Roman Emperor, to have him crown me, and to make me the official incumbent1 is the custom, a method that has been operated by the Parthians since the time of Nero.

I stood up hastily, and suddenly a more intense dizziness hit me unexpectedly, causing me to sway, and just when my leg was caught by a stretched foot, I fell backwards and sat down. Next to Yulyans arms.In an instant, the audience was in an uproar, and the prankster behind him let out an even more exaggerated "ohhh".

"I'm really flattered by His Royal Highness's enthusiasm..." Amidst the vile laughter, Julyans' lazy and frivolous laughter was particularly clear.He supported my waist as if to help me stand up, but his lips brushed the back of my neck vaguely, leaving a wet and hot track.

I jumped up, stepped on the hem of the overly long dress, and fell forward.Fortunately, I supported the ground with quick eyesight and quick hands, and half-kneeled half-kneeled by the tendency of prostration, which didn't look too ugly.But I swear I'd really like to turn around and stab that horrific pervert--if I had the chance.

My brain was buzzing, my face was flushed, and I felt ashamed, but the thing between my legs became more and more excited because of this stimulation, and it was painful to be rubbed by the gold leaf.Afraid of being seen by others, I held down the hem of my clothes with one hand. At this moment, a cold object landed on my shoulder abruptly, and a reflected golden light pierced into my eyes.

I hesitated for a moment, and immediately realized what was happening. I hurriedly acted like an Armenian performing the highest salute, and bowed my head with my arms crossed.The top of the golden scepter lightly touched my shoulders on both sides, then fell to the top of my head, and finally slid onto my cheek.Just when I anticipated an inevitable move, it happened.

The beaded veil was raised, and I felt the scrutiny of Constantius upon my face.My breathing was stagnant, and I was suddenly tense.A strange and twisted sense of contradiction is tearing at my nerves like a deformed two-headed beast.

Emotionally, I do not want my appearance to please him, but intellectually I worry that if he is not satisfied with my appearance, it will affect the smooth implementation of the action plan.I have never had any judgment on my appearance, and I rarely even look in the mirror. As a man and a soldier, it is meaningless to care about my appearance.The time seemed to be stretched without limit, so slow and lengthy that I suffered as if I was on the verge of death.When the sweat dripped from my forehead to my chest, the scepter was removed from my body, and the loud laughter of Constantius resounded above my head.

After hearing him say the grand coronation speech, I dared to reach out to support the crumbling mask.Alcohol seems to be fermenting wantonly in the head, and the body seems to be unable to control itself.When a laurel wreath was placed on my head, I knew it was over.I stood up shaking like a puppet off the line. After kneeling for a long time, the blood rushed to my brain, making me almost unable to stand still. Fortunately, Ishkad supported me.

I cast a wary glance at the emperor's face before returning to my seat.

He still maintains a very old man's smiling mask, without any emotional fluctuations. I can't help but suspect that the feeling of being carefully scrutinized just now is just my illusion.

My high-hanging heart relaxed a little more, and before I could sit still, I suddenly met Yuriyans' gaze.He squinted his eyes halfway, his pupils flickered with unknown meaning, and his lips were tightly drawn, as if he was very unhappy.

I don't know what caused this pervert, maybe I'm going to be in bad luck again.

I took a cherry in my mouth to relieve my high tension, but suddenly I choked and coughed violently.Now Yuriyans is amused by me.A glass of wine was slowly brought to my mouth by him, and his pale and slender fingers tapped the cup lightly, as if he could open the Pandora's box full of disasters at any time: "Have you ever eaten cherries, Your Highness, what are you doing in such a hurry? "

Downhill.

"Thank you." I gave him a cold look, took it, deliberately dropped it, and splashed all the wine on his gorgeous robe.Looking at that large piece of ugly stains, my heart suddenly felt refreshed.

But he was still staring at me and smiling, the corners of his lips were even more curved, looking at me until my scalp was numb, and he had to avoid his sight.

Ishkad has returned to his seat, nodded to me approvingly, and glanced at Juliyans worriedly—he probably caught a glimpse of this pervert's harassment of me.

Embarrassed, I shook my head at him to show that I could handle it temporarily.I don't want Ishkad to default because of me. His attention should be on controlling the overall situation.

"Oh, my dear cousin, I almost forgot to reward you for this beautiful guest. How great your deeds cannot be overlooked! Come, come forward, young Caesar." Constantius said in The golden chair waved to Yulyans.

He changed his cynical style just now, walked forward, half-kneeled respectfully, and made a secular bow: "The holy and great Oskudu, Julyans is terrified."

Although it would certainly have a bad effect on our plans if Juliens was embarrassed, I still felt a little gloated at seeing someone who could suppress him at this time.To be honest, I can't imagine how the situation would develop in an unpredictable direction if this pervert really sat on the position of Roman emperor.Unpredictable, erratic, and cultist, he probably surpassed any Roman tyrant in history.

But that might be a good thing for Persia.The worse Rome is for our worst enemy, the more Persia can benefit from it.Thinking of this, I can't help but understand His Majesty's intentions.

Throughout history, whether it is Nero, Caligula, or Tiberius, none of them made Rome stronger. They were like huge leeches, sucking its blood, but greatly weakening it.

I sneered, picked another cherry and threw it into my mouth.

The eunuch next to the throne clapped his hands, and several attendants walked out slowly after following the dark red curtain on the side of the terrace, presenting a pair of armor.Its gorgeousness is astonishing, as if the whole body is gilded with golden light, and the thick helmet shell appears indestructible, which is a typical Roman-style battle uniform.

"This is the armor worn by our late emperor, our grandfather, the great Constantine the Great. It is very appropriate to give it to you, the youngest and most promising 'Caesar' in the history of the empire." Jun Shi Tantius looked at Yuliyans under the throne, and put on a hypocritical mask of comfort on his face, "I hope you can go further than our grandfather wearing it."

He raised the scepter beside the throne, pointed to the east, his eyes fell on the cloud, and he smiled.

I frowned, vaguely discerning some hidden meaning in these words.

———Constantius intends to transfer Yuriyans to the Eastern battlefield.

1 candidate: the consul.

***

"Thanks to the great grace of Oskudu, Yuriyans will surely live up to expectations."

Tyrion smiled sinisterly as he watched Julyans bow deeply to the royal seated in the golden chair.He knew that the so-called armor symbolizing merit and glory was actually the death penalty carefully prepared by the emperor for him.It is like the iron maiden covered with sharp blades, as long as you put it on, it is like jumping into the trap of death.

A large part of Julyans' Gothic army remained across the Rhine after the battle, and only a third returned with him.Once he was transferred to the eastern battlefield, his troops would be taken away by half, and it would be a breeze to assassinate him.At that time, he didn't need his adoptive father to order, and he would personally lead people to do it to avoid future troubles.

"Tell us, young and promising Caesar, how you subdued the savage Goths and sent them to your service? It is rumored that you were their priest, and held wicked ceremonies to send those who died to life. Gothic undead warriors, and even skinned the prisoners of war to sacrifice to them." Tyrion pretended to be half drunk and laughed, "It's so ridiculous, how can it be true?"

***

Constantius raised his hand, signaling for the crowd to listen.There was silence on the terrace, and it became completely silent in an instant.I felt that the air in the room froze as if it was frozen, and a colorless and invisible gunpowder smoke spread out centered on Yuriyans.

Because I witnessed the scene in the altar with my own eyes, I have no doubt that the appalling "rumor" is true.I don't know how Yuriyans will respond?In Rome, where Christianity prevailed, being accused of heresy was enough to kill.

I observed Julyans' expression with interest, but saw him stand up calmly, pick up a glass of wine from the attendant's hand, and walk slowly to a middle-aged eunuch standing under the throne.

He has a gentle face, with a dark blue ribbon slanting across his body, he seems to be a high-ranking civil servant.Yuriyans touched his cup lightly and nodded slightly at him. I immediately noticed that the man showed a look of fear, and he saluted him respectfully. covered up by a smile.

"Naturally, I have to thank my former teacher Obius for his teaching. It was he who taught me the profound and great teachings of Arianism, allowing me to bathe in the glory of the Heavenly Father and listen to the teachings of the angels."

Yuriyans raised his glass slowly, his voice was extremely low, not like the tone of speaking to me, but as if he was singing.The fire light danced on his mask, creating an illusory halo, making the smile on his lips mysterious, "When I stood in the land of the Gothic barbarians, I was afraid, but I firmly believed that God's grace could Feel everything."

When he said this, the hem of his white clothes was blown by a gust of wind passing over the terrace, and the purple skirt fluttered up and down, as if quenched with flames that were about to burn immediately, and the whole person was about to dance in the fire, it was thrillingly beautiful.

This scene made me a little dazed, and it happened that his eyes wandered over at this moment, which made me almost lose my mind for a moment, but fortunately, his eyes only stayed for a very short moment, and then he cast his eyes on the other people at the banquet table.

"The people cursed the gods because of their pain, and they did not repent of their sins. Then the angel cried, whoever worships the beast and his image, he must drink the wine of the wrath of God. Whoever drinks from the cup of his wrath Wine, will be tormented in fire and brimstone in front of the angels and lambs. The smoke of their pain will rise forever, and the generations will have no peace... That night I preached to them the end-time scene in the Book of Revelation, Let them surrender in awe of the great heavenly Father, let them believe that the Roman army is the holy horse of God, and converting to Rome is the inspiration of converting to Jesus Christ, and participating in this ascetic war to wash away their sins."

He murmured in a low voice as if singing an aria, and his voice was as ethereal and melodious as the music of the Aijie bowed piano. It seemed to be able to penetrate the eardrum in an instant and reach the soul, full of soul-stirring provocative power.

The surroundings were as silent as a silent night, as if Julyans was standing on the battlefield he described, and the crowd became the group of Gothic barbarians, overwhelmed by his convincing speech-like preaching.

It seemed that I didn't know Yuriyans for a moment, as if he had turned into a completely different person.If I had met him here for the first time, I would have been deceived by his gestures at this moment into thinking that he was a saint or a bishop.I can't deny that there is indeed a kind of magical power in this pervert. As Ishkad said about the bishop who was bewitched by Juliyans and committed suicide, this magical power does not come from his sorcery. , but himself.

I suddenly had a strong premonition --- Juliyans will definitely sit on the throne of God, and he is a destined, unprecedented and unprecedented king.

***

"It seems that I have read you correctly. Yuriyans, you are greater than Gallus."

Also harder to control than Gallus.The emperor naturally omitted the second half of the sentence, his leaden eyes shrank, the fierce light flashed away, he leaned back on the back of the chair, smiled and said: "I believe you can hold the eagle banner of victory for me!" Insert it into the land of the East. Can the Gothic barbarian warriors you have influenced conquer our old enemy Sassanid Persia, step on the iron hoof over Ctesiphon, and make the invincible Shapur II take off his crown and surrender at our feet? May I entrust you with a task that Gallus cannot bear?"

He deliberately dragged the end sound very long, which sounded very vicissitudes, but anyone could hear the hidden threat.

Gallus is Julyans' brother who depends on each other, and he knows how much he means to Ulyans—on the day he ordered Gallus to be beheaded, he saw Julyans in his youth with his own eyes The appearance of collapse.

"Please make it clear to Oskudu." Yuriyans smiled and knelt down again.Constantius could not read any emotional ups and downs from his expression. The red lips under the bronze mask were hooked in a smile that was not a smile, revealing a trace of gorgeous and elegant indifference, as if the name "Galus" Never appeared in his memory.

"I intend..." Constantius held up the golden scepter unwillingly, pointing at Julyans' face as if he had held up the baton back then to give the order to massacre the Flaviz family. , "I will make you the commander-in-chief of Armenia, and you will garrison Armenia with your army to prevent it from being invaded by the Persians, and use it as your stronghold in the eastern battlefield. In this way, Rome will have a better chance of winning .What do you think?"

The ruler on the golden chair asked the ruler who divided the empire with him in a kind tone, but his eyes were full of indescribable meaning.In fact the person being questioned has no choice at all.

Some at the table cast gloating looks at Julyans, and Tyrion grinned triumphantly.

Opponents did not dare to make a sound yet——the eunuchs by the throne observed the expression of the young deputy emperor, even though they were used to the storm, they were disturbed by the dangling pointer on the golden compass used to exorcise demons in their sleeves.This prophet named Obius was once the prince's godfather, and he was also one of the few people who survived the "curse" that Julyans was born with.Perhaps it was because, like Julyans, he carefully concealed his polytheistic beliefs under a Christian monastic robe.

From the moment he first saw Julyans, a boy who received an angel ceremony, in the Hagia Sophia, he knew that he was destined to be his servant, serving the demagogic devil under the angel's appearance for the rest of his life, like sucking on a drug made of poppies. The sedative liquid fell deeper and deeper into his deep nightmare.

As long as Yuliyans said a word, even a single word, he had no doubts that he would drop everything and kneel at his feet, go through fire and water for him, and only expect a smile from him, or just a look of approval.

"I sincerely accept all the will of Oscoutus, for Rome and for God."

Yuriyans raised his head and replied calmly.A pair of long and narrow eyes glanced at him half-closed, the fundus of which was as deep as the canyon under the Palatine Mountains.Obius couldn't help but recall the horror scene in the cave under the canyon.

The young man crawled out of the cave in the canyon with blood and flesh indistinguishable, his eyes were burning with burning flames, his crooked fingers were tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, and the opening and closing of his scorched lips is still vividly remembered. eyes, making him tremble with fear.

What kind of strong obsession and determination should a teenage boy have to endure the pain and fear of burning himself to death in order to sacrifice to the evil god attached to the ancient treasure that buried the conqueror Alexander ?With such unforgettable resentment, he broke free from his sick body, was reborn in a form that was neither human nor ghost, and survived two full years in the dark dungeon, but he was able to break out of the cocoon and be reborn on the battlefield, and then disarmed Returning, he perfectly concealed himself under the cloak of a submissive.Such honor and disgrace, elegant and calm, as if the pain of the past had never left a trace in his life.

He couldn't see through what kind of person this was, nor could he predict what he would do next.Even though he claims to be a prophet of the gods, he has been unable to see through Yulyans for many years.But at this moment, he finally sensed something.

From the eyes of Yuriyans looking at the prince Arshak who came from afar, he seemed to have vaguely touched the elusive silk threads on the loom of the goddess of fate that flowed like rivers and seas——

If there is still a thick line of "love" depicted in the black dye of hatred and destruction on the cloth of fate soaked in blood, then he has found it.

tbc

Chapter 32 [XXXII] Dance in the Swamp

Yuriyans was appointed as the commander of the Armenian Army, which made me fall into thinking.

How could it be such a coincidence?Since I was bought by him as soon as I got out of prison, it seems that there is an invisible thread that brings me and him together.How could His Majesty the King expect Yuriyans to control Armenian forces?It was probably what Yulyans himself expected——

I'm not stupid.It is enough to infer that this plan was most likely jointly formulated by Yuriyans and His Majesty the King.And our ghost army is an important pawn in the transaction between the two sides, and the route has been arranged.I, in particular, seem to be playing the role of the most important queen on Chatranga board 1, representing political marriage and third-party military support.

Strangely enough, when I realized this, my trepidation was somewhat lessened, although I still felt humiliated about playing the role.Because at least I can ensure that Yuriyans will not dare to reveal my identity, and my worries before are unnecessary.But he knows that I'm on the same boat as him, and he dares to tease me like this, even if he decides to eat it, I'm still kept in the dark!

This nasty pervert.

The accumulated panic gathered into anger, roaring in my chest.

At this time Yuliyans returned to the banquet table. I was planning to find a way to vent my anger on him, but I found that the blue eunuch was looking at me.His eyes were complicated and hard to distinguish, and it was hard to tell what kind of emotion he was holding. He seemed to be examining, seemed to be joyful, and also revealed a faint sadness.I looked at him in bewilderment, wondering why he was looking at me like that, since I had never met him before.

But soon, he averted his gaze, probably it was very abrupt for me to stare at him without avoiding it.

"That's the most brilliant prophet and astrologer in Rome, my former godfather. Don't worry, he looks at you like this, maybe because he thinks you are a match for my fate." Yuriyans laughed lowly, his voice faded away just now A charming singing tone, leaving a trace of ambiguous and charming banter.

I clenched my fists, raised my legs silently, and stepped on the instep of Yuriyans under the table, grinding mercilessly.Yuriyans was caught off guard by my attack, and he gasped, probably not understanding why I suddenly dared to fight back.I vented enough anger mercilessly before letting go of his feet.Even without looking, I can tell that there must be an ugly bruise on his snow-white instep.This is the price of teasing a Persian soldier.

Let's see if this guy dares to touch me again.

Thinking happily in my heart, I glanced at Yulyans' face with a provocative look.

He half-closed his eyes, took a sip of wine, rolled his throat and swallowed, staring at me, his lips parted slightly, revealing a line of wet silver teeth: "Being abused by a beauty is quite an exciting feeling." He lowered his eyes Sweeping away, my eyes were drawn by him, and slid all the way to the bottom along his bare chest and abdomen.

Under the gold-encrusted belt, a large group of protrusions loomed.

——He was really excited.

I moved my eyes away as if electrocuted.The feeling of being caressed by him just now flooded my body, and I recalled his snake-shaped deformed genitals, which made me feel goosebumps all over my body, and subconsciously moved a little away.

"I forgot to tell you... I was like this when I touched you just now."

The lingering murmur pierced into my ears like tobacco shreds.

abnormal!Total perversion!I stood up unbearably, and was about to excuse myself to relieve myself, but was stopped by Ishkad's eyes.

"Why...His Royal Highness Prince Arshak, you suddenly stood up, are you interested in bringing a wonderful performance to His Majesty the Emperor?" Before he could sit down, Tyrion on the opposite side suddenly raised his voice. Laughing: "I have heard about your reputation for being good at singing and dancing for a long time. I wonder if we are lucky enough to see your peerless demeanor today?"

My eyes went black.

All things considered, I never expected the character I played to have such a reputation.

I froze there, Constantius smiled and looked at me with a look of anticipation on his face, cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back, I subconsciously glanced at Ishkad, hoping He saved me.However, he didn't mean to speak at all, he just clapped his hands blankly, and then the band musicians waiting at the door walked in slowly with various instruments——he seemed to push me into this fire pit on purpose.

Probably the prisoners going to the execution ground feel the same as I feel at this time.I heard very Armenian-style drums playing around the banquet table, and the whole person stood there, sweating.I don't know any flattering dances. It's okay to dance swords to kill people. If the too fierce skills reveal the flaws of the warriors, it will be over.Ishkad didn't even help me out?

Just when I was embarrassed, Ishkad stood up.My heart relaxed, I thought he would save the day, but unexpectedly he walked slowly to the attendants, clapped hands and sang.

The familiar and vigorous singing voice pierces through the ambiguous music, which is both strange and very harmonious.This tune makes every inch of my body active.This is the song we used to sing at the hunting sacrifices every month when we were training as warriors, celebrating the alternation of light and darkness.

———I forgot, I do know such a dance, the dance of offering sacrifices to the gods.

When I was 16, I performed for His Majesty the King, as far as I can remember.

At this moment, I suddenly relaxed my whole body, walked to the open space in front of the throne, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at the high night sky.I tried to imagine that I was standing in front of the holy fire altar, facing the great statue of Ahura, slowly throwing my thoughts high into the sky, and entering the meditation universe, as if entering the land of no one.

The singing sounds like rushing into the valley, fermented drunkenly by the strength of alcohol, the body seems to be involuntarily drawn by a divine force.

I instinctively repeated the movements I had been familiar with, stretching my arms and back, slightly twisting my waist and hips, and turning my body, like an eagle taking off lightly from this cumbersome costume, soaring freely in the sky, Accompanied by the sound of drums and music, or jumping on tiptoe like riding the wind and moon, or lying on the ground like embracing the stars.People seem to be half-drunk and half-awake, very relaxed.

When Ishkard's vocals and soundtrack faded away, I danced too.

I was suddenly startled by the warm applause that erupted from the banquet table.

When he completely broke away from the meditation state, the tension and humiliation came back aggressively.The satisfied smile of Constantius made me even more embarrassed.I was pleasing the king of an enemy country, and as a soldier, even if the mission dictated it, it still felt awful.I bowed stiffly to Constantius, and hurried back to my seat, but I couldn't help but intertwined with Julyans' eyes.

He stared at me relentlessly, his eyes were like a cluster of cold dark fires, which could burn through my clothes and flesh, and burn me to pieces. Beads of sweat.

I was flustered by his look, I quickly avoided and sat down.

But before the buttocks stabilized, a sharp howl suddenly startled me.

Tyrion stood up clutching his arms, his face contorted as if in unbearable pain, and he stumbled backwards, fell to the ground, convulsed like a sheep, foaming at the mouth.

There was an uproar at the banquet table, and the attendants gathered around, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.Fearing that someone might be poisoned, Constantius had to order the end of the difficult night feast early, and everyone broke up unhappy.The moment I was allowed to leave, I felt relieved, followed the maid and Ishkad arranged by Constantius, and hurriedly left the terrace as if fleeing, leaving everyone far behind.

Stepping into the palace is like walking around in a huge maze, and the deep corridors seem endless.The lights were dim, and the darkness and confusion made me feel like I was falling into a nightmare. I lost my mind unknowingly, and the scene just now was lingering in my mind.

Because maybe I am the only one who knows that Tyrion was not poisoned, nor was he sick. At that time, when he confronted Ulyans on the city road, he fell into his sorcery—— He was holding his left arm when he fell, and Yulyans had just grabbed it.I still clearly remember Tyrion's expression at that time, as if he had been stung by a scorpion.

I can't even forget the look in Yuriyans' eyes in the chaos just now.

The fundus of his eyes was very dark, and the possessiveness revealed could penetrate to the bone marrow, piercing through the bones.

Those eyes were very similar to Flavius, but far more evil than him.

If Flaviz is a star fallen from the sky, still trying to shine in the dust, then he is a manshela blooming from the swamp of blood, capable of tempting people to fall into hell.

I need to stay as far away from this dangerous pervert as possible.

A series of footsteps came from nowhere, and I woke up from a nightmare, knocked my head on a stone pillar, and fell backwards with staring eyes——I fell into an embrace.

The scent envelops me like a web, and my vision falls into a ghostly shadow.

"Who?" I tensed my muscles vigilantly. Before I could stand still, my arms were grasped by iron-like arms and twisted around my waist. My body was pressed against the stone pillar in front of me from behind, pressing hard live.When I realized who it was in an instant, a wet and slender hand reached out to lift the hem of my clothes and caressed my thigh affectionately.

"How dare you be here...!" I was dizzy and struggling.

However, the alcohol attack was so strong that he couldn't gather any strength for a while.

The body behind me is pressed tightly, and even a little bit tighter because of my movements.

Hot, viscous, panting mixed with alcohol