swear to love heaven

"If La Balsa can't come back alive, the 10 people given to him will be wasted in vain. That's a year's worth of gold and iron and stones!" Rushha frowned heartbrokenly, looking at the gold coins in his hand , caressing her lovingly, eyes full of greedy tenderness.

Yoch glanced at him angrily, and looked around the hall with contemptuous eyes. From the faces of several other northern nobles, he saw the same dejection as Rushha.

"That's enough, that's enough, the army has just set off, and I don't know what the result will be? You are all sighing here, you are really useless."

Staring at the small eyes that were about to be squeezed into slits by the fat, Lu Shiha shouted: "Do we have to wait? The outcome of this battle has long been obvious. Look, since the start of the war, there has been a lot of progress. Afterwards, 70 troops were sent, and the result? The Egyptian army did not retreat at all, and not only that, but it was getting closer and closer to Syria. Ramoneses II, like his ancestors, was full of ideas to retake the Sinai Peninsula. Island? If you want me to tell him to forget it, why keep fighting, how much money will be spent on food and grass for the army in a year!"

"You only have money in your mind. Besides money, can you think of anything else! A ruined island?! Thanks to your words. What Ramoneses II wanted was not Sinai at all, but he just used this as an excuse to provoke Something happened." Yoh picked up the cup and said indignantly.

The nobleman in the small northern city immediately echoed and said, "Master Yoh is right. What the Egyptians really want is Syria, or even..." He paused, and glanced at the few people in Chinese clothes sitting across from him. The nobleman in uniform lowered his voice. "Hittie."

Suddenly stunned, Lu Shiha shook his big round head with suspicion and disbelief on his face. "How is it possible... Hittite! That brat Ramonesis, why does he want to subdue Hittite? Looking at the Anatolian plateau, who dares to stand up and fight against Hittite?"

"Just because of his millions of troops, just because of his prestige before he personally went to war, just because of his prestige. Rushha, you underestimate that little pharaoh, he is stronger and more ambitious than his grandfather Ramonsis I Bobo." It was Yohe who spoke, and with a wave of his hand, all the maids serving in the hall bowed and retreated.

Until the figure of the last maid disappeared by the door, Joch lowered his voice and spoke with a stern expression. "For a long time, the alliance of our northern cities has been the most unstoppable among the Hittite cities. In order to protect everyone's interests, I think the property in your hands should be transferred out first. If La Balsa goes, no matter what Whether he wins or loses, Hittite’s vitality has been seriously injured. If he wins, he will definitely ask us for money to fill the treasury. If he loses, it will be a matter of time before the Egyptians capture Hittite. At least the property transferred out can be preserved Come down so that we can evacuate in the future, what do you think?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, hesitating.After a long silence, he nodded his head one after another, expressing his approval.Although the suggestion made by Joch was somewhat risky, but thinking that the rich money he had collected over the years might fall into the hands of others, he had no choice but to take the risk and transfer the property out of Hittite.

"Where can such a large amount of property be transferred safely?" Rushha asked worriedly, with beads of sweat on his fat face, not sure if it was because the weather was too hot, or he was burning with anxiety.

With a flash of light, Joch smiled and said, "It seems that there is only one place that is most suitable to hide our things...Babylon."

Everyone frowned again, although they were not completely satisfied with Johe's thoughts.After thinking about it, it seems that there is no better place to hide wealth than Babylon.

Seeing that they hesitated, but still nodded again, Joch lowered his voice and ordered: "Everyone, act quickly, and don't let the news out. Everything is ready, and I will arrange to send it to Babylon."

"Okay." Several people replied in unison.

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The maid knelt by the table, placing the delicate refreshments in the tray on the table one by one, with careful and light movements.Until everything was arranged properly, and they got up and walked backwards to leave the tent, they never raised their heads that had been hanging down.

"Are these books interesting?" Lamonsis asked with a smile, picking up the cup and bringing it to his lips.

Nodding, closing the sheepskin scroll in his hand, his elegant and generous smile rippled in his blue eyes like spring water meeting the wind, and his soft voice was like rain, easily disturbing the ease in Ramoneses' eyes. "I have long heard that Egypt's collection of books is not only rich, but also covers a wide range of subjects. After reading the few books His Majesty gave me, it really opened my eyes."

Laughing, not hiding the pride on his face. "If the princess likes it, you can go back to Memphis with me. The books in the royal library will definitely make the princess even more happy."

The moment she lowered her head, strands of hair slid over her shoulders and fell into the ambiguous fragrance of the setting sun, shining with strands of lightness but extreme indifference. "Thank you for your majesty's invitation. If I hadn't been on the verge of this war that concerns the fate of the two countries, Khaleesi would really like to visit the great Memphis."

With a frown, a look of displeasure crept up into his shining eyes, put down the cup, and slid his fingers over the exquisitely crafted snacks, but his unpredictable gaze was fixed on Kalixi's delicate face with a smile.Suddenly, he paused with his fingertips, without even looking at it, he picked up a piece of soft cake and put it on the small plate in front of Kalixi.

"War is a man's business. You are such a beautiful little princess, don't let the smoke of the battlefield block your beautiful good mood. Come, Khaleesi, have a taste of this."

Nodding his head in greeting, he obediently stretched out his hand to pick up the soft cake, took a bite, and the sweetness with the mellow aroma of wine immediately overflowed his mouth and nose. Breath into the body.

"La Balsa finally conscripted himself. It's really interesting that your cowardly fiancé was forced out of Hattusha by the Hittite nobles." divided face.

The hand holding the soft cake paused for a while, and then savored the soft cake with the luster and pure powder. The brows were pleasing to the eyes, and the stunning face dotted with delicate rays of light did not show the slightest abnormality, as if what Ramoneses said, Has nothing to do with her at all.

Tilting his head, resting his chin on his elbow with one hand, he laughed silently, stretched his legs, with a brisk expression like a child, shaking the wine glass in his hand, his eyes flickering. "Guess, who can win this war in the end, Egypt or Hittite?"

Putting down the soft cake, lightly twirling the white powder on the fingertips, the beautiful eyes were lightly closed with a blue light of thought, for a moment, the fingertips did not move, but a smile appeared. "Khaleesi's humble opinion...no one wins."

With a raised eyebrow, a trace of surprise flashed in his black eyes, he asked. "Why? Did Egypt's 80 troops lose to that coward La Balsa?"

Shaking his head, he smiled peacefully, with a clear indifference. "Your Majesty's Egyptian army is, of course, invincible. But your real enemy is the Hittite army, not La Balsa alone. As far as I know, the Hittite army is no less in number than Egypt, 70 The Wanhetites are sticking to the front line. Although casualties are inevitable, the number of the Egyptian army has also been greatly reduced. In this situation where both armies have casualties, now, the winner of this battle is eager to make the next move. It seems too early to make a conclusion. As for, I think there will be no real winner in this battle, because..." Pausing, he let out a leisurely sigh, which seemed to be helpless sadness, and if hesitant and bewildered, he inadvertently Ramones' eyes sank.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my rudeness. Is it really just a Sinai Peninsula that you are determined to win?"

The piercing black eyes tempered the blazing heat of the flame, but bloomed with the temperature of ice and snow.Slowly put down the wine glass, the bewildering orange fire light licked the gloomy side face, the gloomy Ramoneses at this moment was like the sky before the storm, unpredictable, mysterious, and unexpected mutations may occur anytime and anywhere.

Get up from the couch, walk to the center of the tent, and then kneel down slowly, the night wind hovers around the skirt, shaking off a wisp of fragrance, but it can't melt away the cold atmosphere that has fallen into silence, Kalixi quietly lowered her eyes , waiting for an unavoidable disaster.

After a while, Ramonesis' voice sounded, revealing his usual lazy banter. "Why are you kneeling and protesting that these things are not in your appetite?"

Dazed for a moment, he suddenly raised his eyes, and saw a pair of black eyes with a smile, and a face with a narrow smile. The rigidity just now disappeared, leaving only a vague aura that made Kalixi feel nervous and uneasy.

"Your Majesty, thank you." Nodding, she changed from kneeling to sitting, lightly smoothing the corners of her skirt.

"Kalixi..."

He stopped the action of tidying up the hem of the skirt, and responded lightly. "yes."

Sighing deeply, Ramonsis's smile became a little weird, the joke that hung on the corners of his lips before disappeared, and there was a faint tiredness in his eyes, which turned out to be very eye-catching.

After a while, he calmly said: "Marry me."