swear to love heaven

A gust of night wind blew across the courtyard, moving the long vine branches swaying in the moonlight on the corridor, and a patchwork of colorful shadows floated in the evening fragrance, light and enchanting.

"Are you worried about her?" The abrupt sentence was a little abrupt and displeased.

Slightly startled, then, nodded slowly but surely.

"Based on the few words described above, can you be sure that Menna robbed the execution ground and rescued Muhali?"

The rippling skirts at the feet are reflected in the eyes, and the plain white color outlines a cool shadow, moving gracefully against the breeze. "Muhali is a very important friend of Menna, and with Menna's personality, she will not leave her friend behind."

"You really trust her." As soon as the words finished, she loosened her fingers, and the smile in her eyes was a little depressed.

Smiling lightly, the gloom that cannot be dispelled even under the bright moonlight.However, that smile was still so bright that it took Sharma's breath away, and with this smile, Khaleesi looked at her quietly.For a moment, the light, feather-like voice rang softly with the tenderness of a moonlit night.

"Why don't you trust her? Sharma, I like to trust people around me. Even if I have only known someone for a few days, or someone who has plans, I would rather choose to trust them. Trust, isn't it a happy thing? ?”

She said it naturally, as if trust is as innate as breathing, and I can't argue with her that sometimes there are more bad people than good people in this world.

That's all, this innocent little princess!

"Go to sleep." He said in a low voice, picked up the cup, and closed his eyes.

"En." Responding, he walked towards the corridor, stepped onto the dimly lit corridor, slowed down, and looked back at Sharma who was sitting alone at the table in the courtyard.

Silver flowed in the red hair, shining red like fire. Such a fiery color made that figure appear faintly lonely.Seeing her put down the cup and pick up the parchment that was laid flat on the stone table, her expression was condensed, her eyes darkened, and her tightly pursed lips revealed an irresistible majesty.

Withdrawing his gaze, a moment of hesitation flashed in the bottom of his blue eyes.Then, he swaggered towards the backyard in the evening wind.

Looking up, she saw the pure white skirt disappearing at the corner of the corridor, Sharma looked down the corridor as deep as water, and did not move for a long time.

In fact, from this simple report alone, it is difficult to see who is not afraid of death to be the enemy of the Hittite king. Under Balsa's nose, he forcibly robbed King Hittite's death row prisoner.

Muhali, who had already been escorted into the execution ground, was guarded by the unbreakable royal guards like iron barrels, not to mention that there were countless Hittite soldiers guarding around the palace square, even if they were from Anatolia The wind on the plateau, if you want to get into such a strictly guarded place, you also need the help of the gods.

However, no one expected that the group of men in black easily broke through the defense of the Hittite guards, using a simple, fast, but quite practical method... mudslides.

It was as if a pair of divine hands had pushed the entire mountain on which the Hittite Palace was backed. After the deafening explosion, the mud rushing down from the towering mountain top rolled huge stones, like thousands of horses. The runaway wild horse roared down, aiming at the magnificent and majestic Hittite palace.

Sharma felt a bit regretful for not seeing such a scene with her own eyes. Imagining the majestic palace, it turned into a pile of mud and gravel in an instant. .

However, judging from the description in the report, the explosion made on the top of the mountain by those who robbed the law field did not cause a devastating disaster to the Hittite Palace, but only half of the palace was buried in the soil. Leaving half of the house for La Balsa, so that he doesn't have to sleep in the mansion of the royal family with his beautiful concubine in his arms.

This unexpected explosion brought about extremely effective consequences... The chaotic square, the crowd running in all directions, and the already chaotic Hittite soldiers just happened to be a good show where the death row was robbed.

Those men in black mixed into the panic-scattered crowd with Muhari, who was seriously injured, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only the empty execution platform and two severed chains dangling alone in the crowd. In the swaying wind and rain.

This unlucky La Balsa didn't have the guts to go into battle, and on his birthday, he was assassinated, and the assassin who was about to execute was robbed. The king of a country is probably the best in the world to do this.

However, there was only one thing that Sharma couldn't figure out the most...the identity of those men in black.

There are only two types of people who can assassinate the Hittite king, one is a killer who works for money, and the other is a person who hates La Balsa.

For some reason, Sharma felt that those men in black with extraordinary skills should belong to the latter.

She clearly remembered that Lemomenna was willing to pay double the money in exchange for Kalixi's antidote. She already knew that her opponent was "Blade Fire", so she must know the price of "Blade Fire", which shows that she is not short of money Master, then they can't be killers who want money but not life.

It is true that La Balsa is not a pleasing monarch, but if he does not hate him to the bone, no one will be stupid enough to assassinate the monarch. This requires not only courage and strategy, but also something more terrifying than these ...hatred, immense hatred.

Everyone knows that Muhali was the general of the former Hittite king. He has lived incognito and pledged his loyalty to Pietiha until now. This assassination is to avenge those who died in vain under the endless power of Rabalsa.Then, the identities of the men in black who rescued him are very suspicious... In any case, they are inseparable from the bloodbathed former royal family.

"Come here." A low voice called.

A figure came trotting from the west corner of the corridor, stepped forward and nodded. "Little Lord."

"Send a letter to the people on the Hittite border, let them keep an eye on it. A group of people may leave Hittite recently. Whether they are disguised as a business traveler or a caravan, send someone to follow them and report their movements at any time." Confess calmly, The eyes were calm, it was difficult to tell whether it was the cold light of the moonlight, or the eyes were originally as cold as the moonlight.

"Yes." Nodding again, he quietly retreated.

"Menna... who are you?" She murmured to herself, her brows quivering slightly, her eyes cast into the depths of the silent courtyard, as if the answer she was looking forward to was hidden in the chaotic black shadow, which attracted her attention. Sharma stared intently.

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"Do you have to go?"

"Yes."

"You alone, how can you rescue Khaleesi from the sword fire?" Muhali asked through gritted teeth while supporting his bruised body.

"I will find a way." The answer was simple, without the slightest hesitation, as if her expression at the moment was unwavering enough to make one frown.

Pressing the twitching wound on his chest with one hand, his thick eyebrows were raised in helpless displeasure, and he asked in a low voice, "Which direction are they heading?"

Muhali changed the subject abruptly, which surprised Remomen Nahur for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled slightly, and said, "Syria, but I guess they are really going to Egypt."

Startled, his gaze flickered. "Egypt! You mean that Ramonsis II hired knives and fire to rob Khaleesi?"

Nodding, a trace of exhaustion appeared in the brown eyes, quietly. "Muhari, I can't just leave Khaleesi alone. We have something to do with her being caught. If we didn't help her escape marriage, if I can protect her well, maybe-"

"Maybe? Even if she doesn't run away from marriage, we will take her away. I know you have tried your best to protect her, so why should you blame yourself? If you take the risk to save her now, you will not only have to face sword fire, but also possibly To deal with the Egyptians. Lemomena, that is not a wise decision."

After pondering for a while, she watched her own shadow on the ground flicker in the orange firelight, and spoke very softly, a layer of trance that was so faint that it was not easy to detect submerged in that voice.

"It's rare, it's rare to be impulsive and confused, isn't it?"

Startled suddenly, the words of persuasion were still half-opened, but he didn't continue to speak.For some reason, Muhari saw a strange and confusing look on the half-smile face in front of him.

As if Lemomena was deeply trapped by something, through those light brown eyes, you could see a soul struggling fiercely in her body.At the same time, under the calmness she tried her best to conceal, there was a kind of confusion that seemed impossible to start with.

This confusion is too conspicuous.

What is it that restrained this strong and resolute child since he was a child, and made this person who has always understood what he needs and wants show such difficult doubts.