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The maid was pouring the wine, and the gurgling liquid flowed into the golden cup, rippling with red ripples, and the intoxicating aroma of the wine diffused with the air.

The young maid peeked at Lemomena who was holding the file, and her gaze mixed with awe and curiosity fell on her side face. She was attracted by the piece of green armor that could turn the golden sunlight into ice flakes, and even forgot the paper in her hand. The jug was almost filling the glass.

Seeing that the red liquid was about to overflow, Aziz, who was sitting behind another stone table, spoke suddenly, with a smile flying from the corners of his eyes.

"Your Highness, the death army has replaced all of Hattusha's guards. What are you going to do with those royal guards?" Aziz asked with a smile, not revealing, after glancing at the bewildered serving maid.

Surprised by him, the maid realized her mistake, quickly stopped, and bowed to the side holding the amphora.

He raised his eyes and put down the parchment dossier.Stretching out his hand to take the cup, he saw the red ripples that were almost overflowing from the cup, raised his hand in mid-air, retracted it, leaned back, and said softly: "All disbanded, incorporated into other armies, and deployed to the Hittites. city."

Simple and effective, one-size-fits-all.

Aziz laughed at the unanimous thought of the two and remained silent.

"Declare to the world, retry the prisoners detained in various places, release those who have been arrested in unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, and in addition..." Standing up, walking around the bookcase and walking towards the bookshelf by the wall, swipe across the piles of documents, and the fingertips stop at a The thick scroll was pulled out, and said: "Death row prisoners must be carefully examined, and if there are indeed grievances, they will be released. If they are guilty, they will be handed over to Da Wuxia to deal with."

He was taken aback for a moment, slightly puzzled. "Give it to General Dawuxia?"

Looking across the old and yellowed parchment, silently reading the already unclear handwriting, without looking up, a nonchalant voice came from the drooping face. "Execution of a prisoner is very simple. However, how to transform these people who have committed serious crimes into soldiers who pledge their allegiance to the death is not an easy task. In this regard, Da Wuxia has his own set of methods."

Thick black eyebrows were raised jokingly, shaking the wine glass with one hand, and playing with the gold coin in his hand with the other. The gold coin was in the nimble fingers, like a sun sinking and floating on the turbulent sea, with a golden light rising and falling.

"If you do this, those old men in the House of Lords will yell endlessly, saying that you are privately indulging death row prisoners and disregarding the king's law."

"Crack!" Closed the scroll, handed it to the maid at the side, and continued to search on the bookshelf, following the wandering eyes, lightly moving footsteps, and remained silent.

Sighing, he couldn't hear the tone of annoyance, but faint teasing, the gold coin continued to be flipped between his fingers, Aziz took a sip of wine, and said: "We should give them a little warning, let them restrain themselves, don't think that sitting A seat in the House of Lords is a great thing."

Still silent, there was no wave in her brown eyes, as if she didn't hear Aziz's words, she focused on the bundles of files with a calm expression.

For a moment, as if I found the file I wanted, I reached out to take it down, and brushed off the layer of light gray that covered it. The sunlight penetrated the white dust, and the floating and swirling dust was like fine snowflakes, swirling in succession.

"A few days ago, a part of the dead army was mobilized." Aziz said, as if it was a report, or... a test.

His eyes flickered, and he glanced at the parchment calmly. For a moment, a calm voice came, in the same calm tone.

"I know."

Raising his eyebrows, he had already guessed the answer.

The only person who could mobilize the dead army was Lemomenna, except for Commander Da Wuxia.

Ever since Da Wuxia willingly surrendered to Lemomenna, the famous commander of the dead army suddenly withdrew his light and acted as the shadow of Lemomenna without hesitation.Although he was still the commander-in-chief of the dead army, all the close officials around Lemomena knew that without the order of the regent, Da Wuxia would not have mobilized the dead army at all.

Therefore, this mobilization of the dead army must be an order from Lemomena.As for what they were sent to do, Aziz didn't know.He asked Da Wuxia, but he didn't give a positive answer, only left one sentence... The transfer of troops is really normal.

"As the manuscript is promulgated, from today onwards, the dead army will be renamed the Emperor Eagle Legion. After that, there will be no dead army in the world." Suddenly, she put away her gaze on the file, squinted her eyes slightly, and looked at the sunshine rushing in from the door. , dazzling light, insolent like a rushing river, driving straight in unstoppably.

Get up, nod. "Yes, Your Highness."

The eagle has always been one of the gods and beasts worshiped by the Hittites. It is the incarnation of the Hittite gods, hovering high above the Anatolian plateau, overlooking the vast and magnificent mountains and rivers of the Hittites with stern eyes, guarding the The endless Hittite civilization.

Emperor Eagle, what a glorious title...a dignified and resounding name has been instilled into this army that has been wandering on the edge of death and darkness for a long time.

Can't help but secretly sigh, Lemomena's unclear fate with the dead army must be hiding a major secret that others can't peek at... This secret must be inseparable from the treacherous Qingjia.

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With the golden chess piece in his hand resting against his chin, his blue eyes were full of focused thinking, and he hesitated a bit as he examined a war without gunpowder smoke on the chessboard.For a moment, with a movement of his eyes, he swept away the hesitation, and the chess piece in his hand fell gently.

Smiling without saying a word, a hint of surprise passed Lemomenna's eyes quietly, took a silver chess piece, lightly tapped the smooth surface of the chess piece with his index finger, the chess did not move, and the breeze came quietly.

After a while, Khaleesi lifted a few strands of hair around her face and tucked them behind her ears. The flickering sun dotted her black hair, and her sweet voice was full of pride, like a little warrior with a winning ticket in hand. "Admit defeat, you can't keep this game of chess."

He shook the hand holding the chess calmly, and his shallow smile sank in the backlighted brown eyes, reflecting the mottled and shrewd light.

He wrinkled his small nose, rested his chin with one hand, and wrapped the other around the hair hanging down his chest, waiting for the invincible regent to surrender.

The chess piece that Lemomena held at her fingertips was slowly turning between her two fingers. Suddenly, she chuckled softly. corner of.

Rather than saying that the chess piece landed on the golden chessboard, it was better to say that it landed in Kalixi's surprised eyes. The breeze by the window opened the blue curtain, and wiggled wisps of sunlight sneaked into the astonished blue eyes. After the astonishment, Khaleesi's annoyance of missing carelessness was hidden.

With a long and lazy sigh, she pushed the chessboard and muttered in disappointment: "We are tied in two games. It seems that we have to play another game to decide the winner."

Stretching his legs, he fell back and fell into the soft embrace of several delicate cushions. Lemomena reached out to pick up the cup on the low table, took a sip, and was about to speak when a maid's announcement sounded respectfully by the door. Muhali was asking for an audience outside the door.

With a wave, he put down the cup, sat up straight, and rearranged the chessboard.

When Muhali entered the room and saw Khaleesi on the couch, he was taken aback for a moment, then nodded at them and said, "See the regent, Your Royal Highness."

"Is there something wrong? Sit down." Glancing at him, the movements in his hands didn't stop, and he continued to put the chess pieces back in place.

"Yes, thank the regent." He walked to the side and sat down. His back was always straight, and even if he was sitting, he was still straight.

Khalisi smiled and signaled, and ordered to the maid behind her, "Bring tea to General Muhari."

The maid bowed and stepped back.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness." There was no smile on the blunt politeness on the face with the traces of time.

Unhurriedly putting the two-color chess pieces back to their original positions, Lemomena asked in a persistent and calm voice, "How is the transfer of the army going?"

"It went very well. Of the 90 people brought back, 80 of them were noble mercenaries, and they have been returned to them. The other 20 people have been arranged and reorganized, and have been dispatched to various Hittite cities. The 5 people left in Hattusa 1 people, of which [-] are the dead army, [-] are the old troops of Pang Tingshan, and the rest are the original Royal Guards." Muhari reported in detail that the reorganization of the army was carried out by him and Kushina Responsible, now everything is proceeding step by step.At first, although they were made things difficult by the House of Lords everywhere, they all gave in to Lemomena's cold eyes.

Nodding, not speaking.

Glancing at Khaleesi, Muhari coughed lightly and spoke slightly jerky. "Since the two Highnesses have something to do now, I will come here later." Saying this, she got up.

"Let's talk about it if you have something to do." Lemomena raised his eyes and said in a low voice as the last chess piece in his hand returned to its original position.

"This..." Looking at the little Syrian princess again, Muhali was obviously hesitant, and stopped when he reached the point of his mouth.