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"Really?!" I was shocked, I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Hmm." Lemomena's face was dark as he leaned against the soft cushion and rested his forehead with one elbow.

The astonished expression stayed on her delicate face, Kalixi was surprised, and secretly lamented the thoughtfulness of the indifferent young regent in front of her.

It turns out that since Lemomena took over Hittite, she has been sending people disguised as business travelers to travel between cities, sending top-secret letters, and secretly collecting various types of information... From the daily life of the consuls in various places to the big The amount of mining in the mining area, as well as the transportation routes of ironware, are under her control in every detail.

In this way, a reasonable explanation can be found for the Babylonians' attack on the caravan.

Frowning lightly, he whispered worriedly: "There are people in the court who have secretly contacted Babylon to sell information, have you found any clues?"

"Those Babylonian soldiers just followed orders, and they have never seen the person who delivered the information. However, they already have a target, and they just wait for the real evidence to catch him."

"Who do you suspect?"

"Being able to obtain such top-secret information shows that this person holds an important position in Hittite, so he can easily touch Hittite secrets. He can gain the trust of Babylon, which also shows that he is very important in Hittite and must be a high-ranking person. Think about it, How many people like this can Hattusha have?"

He drooped his eyes, thinking from the bottom of his heart, and after a while, a ray of surprise flashed across his blue eyes, suddenly. "Could it be him - Dom!"

A faint smile, cold and unpredictable. "The Babylonians in Amman City have already been dealt with. Dom must be worried that he will be exposed, so he dare not do anything for the time being. Babylon will definitely not stop. What will happen next, we just need to wait and see."

With a flicker of eyes, a little doubt and hesitation, he asked, "You just leave it like this?"

Raising his eyebrows, the curvature of the corners of his lips was stained with the smile that spread from the corners of his eyes, and with a narrow and sad tone, accompanied by the movement of embracing Kalixi's waist, Lemomena tilted his head and said with a smile: "Your Highness, How do you want the villain to deal with this?"

Ignoring her rogue-like tone, she wanted to slap off the arm around her waist, but she pulled it into her arms first, frowned, but didn't struggle, bent over Lemomena's shoulder, half Acting like a baby, she opened her mouth half tentatively. "If the ministers know about Babylon's behavior, will they be indifferent? Did they raise..." After a pause, the knot on the brow quietly deepened, and the worry was palpable. "Declare war on Babylon...!"

I felt a slight stiffness in the arm around my waist, and the strength of my left arm was well controlled.However, even if it is only a moment of energy accumulation, it can make people feel full of oppression.

"I mentioned it." It has to be said that Babylon's reckless behavior regardless of the peace between the two countries really gave Lemomenna the urge to teach them a lesson.

Sigh, as expected, who can stand others running wild in front of their own house, let alone these plateau people with warlike blood flowing in their bodies.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Playing stupid, although it's not her specialty, but... She really doesn't know how to face Khaleesi's worries.

The delicate white eyes cast on an innocent and handsome face, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of melancholy circles in the bottom of the brown eyes. It seemed that the regent, who had always been resolute and decisive, was also entangled and worried by certain things. "Forget it, anyway, I can guess."

"Then let your clever little head guess whether this battle will be fought or not?" With his left hand, he picked up a lock of Kalixi's long hair, wrapped it around his fingers, and looked at the black hair, like a section of water flowing from his fingers. The tip slides down, and then picks up another roll, enjoying the unfettered winding of them on the green armor, bringing a delicate touch like wind and water.

"It's hard to say now. If the officials are too excited about the main battle, or Babylon makes other stupid actions, this battle will be inevitable. However, whether to fight or not in the end depends on your will, yes No, my Regent?"

Her face drooped slightly, and a low-pitched laugh came out of her thin lips. Without saying a word, her answer was already hidden in this arrogant and stubborn smile.

The rays of the sky dyed the layers of white snow on the top of the mountain red, like a handful of red wine splashed on the white mountains, the bottom of the blue eyes stained with bloody sunset glowed with unspeakable hesitation, moved his shoulders, and cuddled In Lemomena's arms, yearning for the short-lived happiness hidden in the faint crisis at this moment, Kalisi closed her eyes silently...

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After returning from Amman City, Lemomena was busier than before, and often came back from the meeting hall in the middle of the night. Khalixi refused to listen to Lemomena's dissuasion, and stubbornly watched the flickering candles in the Moon's Advent Hall every night. Under the fire, waiting for the black figure to return to the bedroom covered with cold dew and night wind.

No matter how busy, no matter how tired, Lemomena always stepped across the threshold with a charming smile, and the faint tiredness hidden in the warm smile, in the eyes of Khaleesi, could always arouse her heartache instantly at a loss.

Occasionally, she reluctantly bids farewell in the early morning, and in the afternoon, Kalixi can't help chewing on her longing. With her own hesitation, she finally couldn't control her pace and walked towards the front hall.

Sitting in the majestic meeting hall, quietly listening to Lemomena discussing state affairs with the courtiers... Difficulty collecting taxes, mine landslides, civilian riots, noble protests, domestic disasters, foreign trends... the affairs of a country are irrelevant number.

Quietly, staring at Lemomena, who is only a few feet away...Suddenly, a shallow wound of disappointment arises quietly.

The thin and handsome woman in front of her, frowning lightly broke the brilliance of the lights, her deep complexion blocked people's questioning sight, and her decisive and straightforward words destroyed the reasons for strong words and sophistry.

She is like a ---- king.

The blood of the Timotu dynasty flows on her body. Even if she has been far away from the center of power for more than ten years, she cannot conceal her innate aura of a strong man. Taming, I am afraid that no number of years can wash it off.

Steady and introverted actions, far-sighted thinking, arrogant and powerful momentum, and quick and keen insight made this young woman who had just stepped into the vortex of the Hittite regime gradually move away from the sacred desire that condensed the gods of the Anatolian plateau. The row is getting closer.

The Iron Throne made of hundreds of iron swords seems to be just one step away from her.

Perhaps, the doomed fate cannot be escaped if one wants to escape.Just like their meeting, it was arranged in the dark, and it was the hand of God that bound them together tightly.

Similarly, Lemomena's fate was already closely linked with Hittite's life as early as her birth, and it was difficult to separate and inseparable.

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Ordering the maid to wait in the house, dissuading Titi's good intentions to follow, Kalixi stepped into the garden alone.

The wind on a winter night is as cold as an ice pick, penetrating into every hole, and the cold penetrates into the hair and skin.

Night, deep and intoxicating, the blackness that permeates everything, does not let go of anything that can be touched.The gurgling water of the pool reflects the stars in the sky in the bosom, and the ripples in the pool are different from the clearness and agility of the day, but at this moment they appear strangely bright, revealing a misty enchantment.

The steps are long, and the hem of the skirt crosses the bluestone, raising a circle of dewy fragrance.

Inhale deeply and exhale very slowly. The clean air in your nose is full of the smell of residual snow brought by the night wind passing over the eaves of the corridor. It is cold, but it can make your body gradually relax.

The cold temperature dilutes the chaotic thoughts in the mind, and slowly dissipates the lingering shadows that linger in the bottom of my heart, but it still leaves vague emotions that are hard to distinguish.

It's hard to tell, what's bothering me?

Is he afraid of Lemomena who will eventually ascend the Iron Throne, or he is worried that he will not be able to adapt to living in the high-profile environment, or he is afraid of the invisible but huge pressure given by the kingship.

The king of a country is not only a halo of great honor, but also an irresistible responsibility brought by this halo... King Hittite, a dazzling title, is also an honor that needs to be buried with him for a lifetime.

Sigh, a silly thought of wanting to be taken away by the mountain wind and snow, suddenly.

"I understand that no one is more suitable than her to sit on the Iron Throne, just as you hope, she is so outstanding, like the sun in the sky, knowing that looking at her will burn the eyes, but people can't move it at all Open your eyes. She is Hittite's hope, and the miracle that happened to her is the proof that you protect her, I am really grateful!"

Looking up at the thick black sky, the moonlight flies past the clouds, casting a silver glow that is not inferior to the sun. The cold color is like a feather, flowing lightly in the bottom of the blue eyes. Those eyes that are occupied by the night are blooming magnificently. Charming azure color.

"Lemomena will be a good king. The Anatolian Plateau needs her, and the people here also need her, but...but..." Choked up, the words that rushed to his lips were caught by his unsteady breathing blocked.

"...I need her too." Xueguang's tears were stained, pale and translucent, helpless and hesitant. "I'm selfish, aren't I?"

Forgetting to wipe off the tears on my face, I just stared blankly at the distant sky, struggling to escape the warm liquid gushing from the corners of my eyes, like the broken moonlight shining with desolation and helplessness, sliding down my cheeks one after another, struggling with the flying skirt in the cold night of winter The tornado of the wind.

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Next to the pillar in the corridor, a black robe corner flew out of the stone pillar, fluctuating unpredictably, and half a shadow was projected on the bluestone floor, like the shadow of the night wind, enchanting, silent, impossible to capture.

Pressing the right hand on the cold porch, the rough stone stings the skin, I don't know why.

The bright moonlight outside the corridor was smooth and soft, like a sharp and edgeless sword, piercing through the frenzied heartbeat at this moment with almost no effort.

At some point, the left hand clenched into a fist grasped the damp and cold air that was trying to invade the skin of the nail. The more he wanted to crush the hesitation and emptiness accumulated in his palm, the more he realized that he was so powerless.

Try to solve the never-ending things as soon as possible, and rush back to the Yuelin Hall in a hurry. The lights in the bedroom are still brightly lit, but I can't see the delicate figure who has been thinking about it all day.When she was told that Khaleesi came to take a walk in the backyard alone, Lemomenna chased here without even changing her clothes.

However, what was waiting for her was not Kalixi's sweet smile that smashed the lamp, but...

The brown eyes condensed a group of rapid undercurrents, accompanied by Kalixi's choked-up whisper in his ear, Lemomena's breathing also became extremely heavy.It seemed that the soft sobbing that came from the night wind turned into a pair of invisible hands, choked the ups and downs of the throat, and hit the rhythmless heart in the chest even more.

That kind of force, swift and neat, just right, is simply a one-hit kill.

God knows, she just wants to spend the rest of her life with her... Mountains, forests, fields, deserts and seas, it doesn't matter where home is.

Only the gods in the sky know that what she can't let go of is definitely not the status of King's Landing, what she really can't let go of is her responsibility... Her birth, her blood, have established that she can't let go of this The plateau empire, the Hittites that were about to fall apart due to the tyranny of La Balsa and the ten-year war, urgently needed an opportunity to get back on track.

Otherwise, in the near future, there will be Babylon and Assyria in the Mesopotamia, and the Mycenaean Federation on the Aegean Sea.

This holy mountain king city on the top of the mountain will become a scorched earth full of ruins, and all the miracles created by the Hittite ancestors will be obliterated from the vast sea of ​​history. clean.

Lemomena absolutely does not allow such a future to appear, and she cannot just watch her homeland become ruins. She was completely powerless to stop the massacre of the palace 15 years ago.

However, if I am not responsible for the future of the Hittites, who else will work hard for the prosperity of this plateau nation?

Lowering his eyes, he slowly stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, letting the night wind slip through his fingers.Suddenly, there was an inexplicable dull pain in the empty palm, and the soft pain spread to the stiff limbs, which made her not have the courage to step out of the shadow of the pillar.

Behind him, the torches and the corridor wind wove a ghostly light and shadow, the red flames trembled with a grotesque figure, and the continuous torches exuded arrogant and endless heat, stabbing Lemomena's back silently... Footsteps, in the He hesitated in the passing mountain wind.

In the end, he took half a step back, sighed, withdrew the lingering gaze in his eyes, turned around slowly, stepped on the marble floor dyed orange by the fire, and disappeared silently with his endless apologies Down the winding corridor.