swear to love heaven

Syrian royal palace

Ayufa stood in front of the table, pointing at a few marks on a map, and the elder son Baisiri beside him nodded in response, and the two discussed in low voices, as if they were planning something.

"Have you arrived here yet? When will we be able to get through?" Ayufa asked, pointing to a place.

"The soil here is hard, and the construction has slowed down. The supervisor predicts that it will take ten days to get through, father." Baisili replied respectfully, thinking of something, and said: "It rained heavily a few days ago, and there was a section of water seepage that was quite severe. It almost caused a collapse, I think we need to strengthen the support of this section. If it really collapses, it will be troublesome if it is seen by the ground.”

Nodding, agreeing with Baisiri's opinion, frowning, glanced at the map, walked around the table to the chair and sat down. "Before the tunnel is opened, there should be no mistakes. Let them check the weak links on the whole line, and immediately reinforce any problematic areas."

"Yes."

"sit down."

"Yes." Baisiri went to sit opposite Ayufa, and the maid came forward with a tea tray and served tea for the two of them.

"This project takes too long. You urge them to speed up and it must be completed by the end of this month." Ayufa picked up the golden cup, took a sip, and put it down again.

Basil nodded and agreed. "Father, with this secret passage, it is tantamount to opening a back door for Egypt, or a door that Ramoneses doesn't even know about. If Hittite wins this time, that's fine. If Egypt really wins, then we It’s just a desperate game.”

He raised the corners of his mouth with a smirk, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were the traces of time, and also a proof of his sophistication. He sighed deeply without rushing, and said leisurely: "I hope I will never need it, once I use it Without it, there will be no peace in this world, and we are caught in the middle, so it may not be easy."

"Father, at this point, we can only depend on God's will. Whether the god favors the Hittites or encourages Egypt, we will only know the day after this battle is over."

His eyes flickered lightly, but he remained silent.

"By the way, I received a report from the border yesterday that Kalixi will arrive in Hittite soon. If I count the days, it should be entering Hittite territory tomorrow." I suddenly remembered that among the pile of documents sent yesterday, there was One is the news about this silly sister who has never met since she was a child.

"Really? That's very good. Once we reach Hittite territory, our mission will be considered complete. La Balsa is really lucky. He got such a beautiful daughter as me, and also snatched away [-] of our soldiers. He is really a scheming wolf." The snorting look, coupled with his gnashing of teeth, his entire face was full of hatred that could crush Rabalza.

Baisiri nodded in agreement, his contemptuous expression very much like his own father. "Relying on the support of the Hittite nobles, La Balsa killed his own brother and took the throne. He was really a traitor to the emperor."

Ayufa snorted coldly, and he completely agreed with Basili's hateful evaluation.Who doesn't know La Balsa's crimes more than ten years ago, but who would be stupid enough to stand up and publicly accuse this militaristic and powerful king, even if he really doesn't want to live, he doesn't need to find such a way to commit suicide.

Offending La Balsa, who has millions of soldiers, offends the entire Hittites. No one dares to imagine the consequences.

"End the project as soon as possible, quickly. I don't think this battle will last long, you know?"

"Yes, father." Nodding his head, Baisiri replied in a low voice.

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Good news, will spread quickly.

But what travels faster than good things is bad things.

When the news of La Balsa's decision to marry the Syrian princess spread to the streets, people soon knew that the one their king wanted to marry was a mentally handicapped princess whose IQ was comparable to that of a seven-year-old child.

There are many rumors about this silly princess, such as the congenital deficiency caused by beating the mother's womb, and what made her stupid due to acquired illness.In short, this Syrian princess who is about to marry Hittite has become the most talked about topic among Hittite people after dinner.

The administrator of Keshi City, Piputa, also knew from various channels that Khaleesi was indeed not a normal princess.Of course, he also knew that La Balsa would marry a fool and go home just because of the hundred thousand Syrian soldiers.

It doesn't matter whether the princess is stupid or ugly.Because no one cares about her life and death at all, and the only purpose of her existence is an excuse for Syria to support Hittites.

With this level of thought in mind, Pipeda hastily arranged the reception, ranging from the reception ceremony to the palace, and handed it over to his subordinates casually. If it wasn't for the fear that Rabalza would ask about it later, he didn't even want to go to greet him in person. This silly Syrian princess.

However, when Pipta stood inside the city gate with an impatient expression and saw Khaleesi being helped down from the carriage, she was really shocked for a long time and did not recover...

Desperately, he forgot to go forward, and stood there blankly, staring at Kalixi who was looking around with amazement, until his subordinate reminded him that Piputa found his mind to run away without a trace.

Returning to the previous contempt, Piputa's enthusiasm made his subordinates feel unbelievable. Apart from seeing him fawning over Tukecha in such a humble way, it was the first time that the subordinates who followed him saw him approaching a foreigner like this. Princess Bang flattered her fiercely.

Kalisi's marriage team was arranged. Originally, Piputa wanted to hold an impromptu welcome dinner, but this Syrian princess, who looked so beautiful that it was unreal, rubbed her stomach with a distorted expression and said she was uncomfortable. There was no way, Pipada With a bitter face, she could only watch Kalixi go back to the palace to rest with great regret.

At nightfall, Piputa was still hugging his concubine, thinking endlessly of Kalixi's beauty, and the guards knocked on his door in a panic——

Just about to get up and want to curse, however, what the guard said made Piputa push the concubine out, and rushed out of the room before she even had time to put on her clothes.

And dear princess - run away!

What kind of joke is this? It's just like the wrinkled head on Pipeda's neck. Unable to recover from the huge fright, Pipeda ran towards the palace and ordered everyone Martial law was imposed in the city, and Khaleesi was searched door to door.

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Seeing the bright lights outside and the noise of soldiers searching from time to time, Aziz closed the window, looked back at the few people in the house, and said softly: "Something went wrong, so many officers and soldiers seem to be looking for someone."

Are their line spacing exposed?

This is the doubt that appeared in several people's minds almost at the same time, but...

"It can't be looking for us. We have been in the city for three days. If the distance between them is exposed, they should have acted long ago. It should be that important people have escaped. It is either a repeat offender or a death row prisoner." Muhali analyzed calmly and knew Few of them came to Keshi City. Except for Kusina who stayed in the mountain to manage the affairs, other people who knew about the operation were all in this house.

Therefore, the chances of them being discovered are not high.

"Let's go, no matter who they are looking for, our actions will remain the same." Lemomena stood up first, the black mask still tightly covering her face, and pulling on the wide hood, she picked up a dagger on the table, Put it at your waist near the long sword.

When Lemomena's black cloak dissipated in the night wind blowing in by the door, several people in the group put on their hoods at the same time, stepped out of the hut quietly and orderly, and disappeared into the vast night.

Unsurprisingly, the officers and soldiers were looking for someone. There were soldiers holding torches on every street. They yelled and slapped on the door. If they opened the door a little later, they would break in directly. Shrouded in a panic and tense atmosphere, the panic-stricken people didn't know who had escaped. They only knew that the fugitive was absolutely important, otherwise it would have been impossible for so many officers and soldiers to search the city overnight.

A black cloak is an excellent cover at night, and nothing is better than being as black as the night to hide from others' eyes.

More than a dozen black shadows carefully observed the surrounding situation, calmly dodged the search officers and soldiers scattered in the streets and alleys, and when they were three streets away from the palace, they encountered a group of soldiers holding torches coming towards them.

Lemomen gave him a wink, and a dozen or so people dispersed abruptly. The team that was still in a hurry just now disappeared into the narrow alley in the blink of an eye. Only the sound of the wind whizzed by in the alley.

Lemomena and Aziz hid in an empty stable. The dry grass on the ground was slightly slippery with dew.

They held their breath and waited for the officers and soldiers to pass by. The scattered people couldn't see each other and could only judge the situation in the alley by hearing. The officers and soldiers were knocking on an inn. Noise, accompanied by the broken sound of bottles and cans falling to the ground.

"They are more like bandits than us." Aziz cursed in a low voice, and said indignantly.

He didn't answer, and the piercing light shot out from the bottom of his brown eyes. If it wasn't for the hot summer night, Aziz really doubted that the two guards guarding the inn's entrance not far away would have been killed by this cold man. His sight froze like an iceman.

"Ah!"

The sudden sound of sneezing, in this deliberately quiet moment, was like a thunderous thunder...

"It's not me!" Pointing at his nose and waving his hands desperately, Aziz made a bitter face and defended in a low voice.

Completely ignoring Aziz beside him, in the blink of an eye, Lemomena had already passed him, and his swift figure went straight to the haystacks piled up behind the stables. Before Aziz had any reaction, she twitched. The sword parted a tall haystack...

It's hard to say clearly, when the grass fluttered in front of Lemomenna's eyes, when a terrified girl stared at her with blue eyes full of tears, there was such a moment in her heart, flashed A strange feeling.

The momentary feeling didn't stay in his mind for a second, and was completely dispelled by the movement of Lemomena reaching out and pulling the girl out.

He raised the sword and pressed it against her neck. In the dim light, he could see her neck pulse was beating very fast. It was because of nervousness, or fear, or both.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" She asked, probably coming to a conclusion in her heart, that the girl hiding in the haystack should have nothing to do with the officers and soldiers who were searching.

The girl froze for a moment, then shook her head, unstoppable tears rushed out of her eyes as she shook her head.

"She doesn't seem to understand Hittite?" Aziz was also shocked by the sudden appearance of a strange girl in front of him. In the middle of the night, how could a little girl hide in the haystack...

"Say something?" Pointing at his own mouth, Lemomena's voice was very low, full of obvious annoyance and irritation.

Khaleesi nodded, opened her mouth, her lips trembled for a while, and then intermittently uttered a few monosyllables that she couldn't understand.

"Syrians!" Hearing Khaleesi's voice trembling like an autumn wind, Lemomena spoke in clear and standard Syrian.

Excited like a drowning man catching driftwood, Khaleesi forgot her fear, grabbed Lemomenna's cloak, and begged in a trembling voice with tears in her voice: "They want to catch me, I don't want to go back."

Glancing at each other, Aziz saw the same speculation as himself in Lemomena's light brown eyes...

"Who are you?" is still the first question, which is the key.

"I, I..." He hesitated, his eyes dodged.

The sword in her hand was still on Kalixi's slender neck, she exerted a little force, and saw the frightened pain flashing across her already pale as snow face, Lemomena lost her patience, the undercurrent in her eyes was her control With extremely impatient messages.

"If you don't tell me, I'll hand you over to those officers and soldiers."

The frightening blue eyes swept across the people close at hand, and she couldn't see her face hidden in the black mask, but she was stared at by those dark brown eyes that made her whole body feel cold, even when she pressed against the cold skin The sharp long sword in front of him is not as piercing as the cold light from these eyes.

The tense jaw trembled, and he opened his mouth slowly.

"My name is Khaleesi, and I am...the Princess of Syria."