The whole world is coveting the king's treasure

From clay to man, from instinct to rationality, Enkidu's greatest characteristic is his strong thirst for knowledge.

Waiting quietly in the forest for the growth of the king was no longer enough for him. Almost every few days, he would sneak into the city of Uruk to meet the young king quietly.

Most of the time, what Enki saw was Gilgamesh at work. The young man was frank and serious, guiding the people to live better in Uruk. On the throne, staring at the bustling city that belongs to him.

Perhaps because he was young and active, he seldom stayed in the palace, and most often stayed at the top of the steps in front of the palace, observing the city while making wise decisions.

Enkidu also hid behind a nearby wall, quietly watching the unique scenery.

But gradually, his system was no longer satisfied with just waiting and watching, and his desire for knowledge made him long for more, such as personally contacting Gilgamesh, or talking.

The suppressed desire continued to swell, and finally became too strong to be suppressed rationally. Enkidu stared at the young king with burning eyes, and finally found an opportunity to approach him one day.

"Some tributes from the temple are missing. Tomorrow is the time to sacrifice to the gods. King, what should we do now?"

The minister holding the slate said anxiously to Gilgamesh, but Gilgamesh frowned suddenly when he heard these words.

This was the first time Enkidu saw disgust on his face after so many days of observation, not towards his people, but the gods above him.

"I don't want to care about the temple, just let it go." Gilgamesh waved his hand casually, perfunctory with a rather negative attitude.

"This, how can this be done, this land is protected by the gods!" The minister showed a shocked look on his face, "For the sake of Uruk's prosperity and prosperity, please pay attention to it, king."

Even if the minister said so, Gilgamesh's blood-red pupils did not show the slightest awe, but perhaps because of the minister's request, he did not refuse the other party: "Then send someone to fetch it."

The minister wondered: "But the scarlet fruit needed for the tribute is in the far south, and it needs to pass through dangerous forests and rivers. In addition, the tribute will be needed tomorrow. This matter cannot be entrusted to ordinary people..."

Hearing this, it was Enkidu's footsteps that moved faster than the system. When he realized what he had done, he had already taken a step forward unconsciously.

This is a great opportunity.

Enkidu judged like this, and he was eager to try.

But he looked down at his clothes and felt uncomfortable.

They cannot appear in front of Gilgamesh in their original form, and they cannot meet in such a scene. This is the principle that Enkidu absolutely believes in.

So Enkidu took the various appearances of human beings he had seen as blueprints, and conjured up a rather similar but brand-new appearance, and even the clothes were exactly the same as those of the people of Uruk.

Determined that Gilgamesh's magic power would not be able to see through his disguise, Enkidu walked up to the young king and said, "I can accept this task."

His existence caught Gilgamesh's attention, and when those eyes, which were brighter than rubies, finally looked at him, Enkidu's breath was unsteady for a moment.

Is it a system failure?

Enkidu thought absently.

At this moment, he still doesn't understand what nervousness is. This kind of emotion, which is estimated to be only once in this life, has appeared prematurely in his incomplete body.

"You, can you really do it?" Before Gilgamesh could speak, the minister on the side asked in surprise. He looked this ordinary young man up and down, not understanding where the other party's confidence came from, "This is very important. things! Can’t accept it blindly!”

"I can." Enkidu calmly repeated, showing a gentle smile, "The tribute will definitely be presented before tomorrow morning."

"..." The minister was obviously skeptical of his words, but Gilgamesh looked at Enkidu for a while, and suddenly smiled, "Okay, I trust you, go."

Enkidu smiled back, too, this was his first conversation with Gilgamesh, and his system was jumping with joy, longing for more than he'd imagined.

In order to respond to Gilgamesh’s expectations, Enkidu walked south in the direction the minister said. Although he did not know the exact location of the fruit offering, the forest would guide him in the direction, and the birds and beasts would lead him forward. After a while, he got the Chizhu fruit and held it in his arms.

Although it is possible to return to Uruk earlier now, it is obvious that at the speed of a normal person, he will have to go back in the early morning at the earliest, so as not to attract suspicion.

Therefore, Enkidu moved slowly towards Uruk, killing the time as much as possible, and after dawdling with the speed of a snail, he finally arrived outside the palace of Uruk in the early hours of the morning.

Enkidu glanced at the guarded palace, thought for a while, and sat down leaning against the palace wall.

Although the task can be completed as long as the offering is handed over to the guard, he still wants to see Gilgamesh again and talk to him.

Wait until tomorrow to hand in the fruit of the offering, this is also a rare selfishness that he reveals.

"How long are you going to sit here?"

His whole body and mind were concentrated in thinking, so when the familiar voice rang in his ears, Enkidu opened his eyes slightly, and quickly turned his head to look at his side.

The young king of Uruk was standing beside him, one shoulder leaning against the wall, arms folded, looking down at him lazily and condescendingly.

The moonlight was like underwater, and his original dazzling blond hair shone with tiny stars, which was different from the publicity during the day, it was a different kind of softness.

"Ji...King." Almost saying the title from the bottom of his heart, Enkidu quickly put on his current identity, "Why are you here?"

"This king is asking you a question." Gilgamesh spoke lazily like a lion taking a nap after eating, "I don't go home to rest at night, but I curl up in a corner of my palace pitifully like a beggar. , is it possible that you have to wait here until the king appears?"

It seemed to be a rebuke, but the gentleness in the tone and a trace of disgust seemed to express intimacy, Enki couldn't help but smiled: "That's right."

"..." This time, Gilgamesh was stunned, with a strange expression on his face, "Why didn't you just hand it over to the guards?"

"That's because..." Enkidu is frighteningly frank, he never tactful, never circles around, just speaks his heart frankly, "I want to see you again, imagine talking to you like this now say."

"..."

The soft moonlight shrouded most of the face of this rather ordinary-looking boy, and the tenderness of the corners of his lips was clearly visible.

Gilgamesh restrained his expression and stared at the boy's face almost without blinking.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled softly: "Ha, are you an idiot?"

"Then I will also answer your question just now."

He lazily stood up, picked up the offering fruit in Enkidu's arms, and threw it in the air at random, "Because a certain idiot said that he would live up to my king's trust and would come back before tomorrow morning."

He turned his head slightly, and a smile like a spring breeze appeared in Enkidu's field of vision: "So this king is just waiting for him here."

The cool evening wind gently blows the broken hair on the forehead of the blond boy. Those gentle eyes and even that rare hearty smile are deeply engraved in Enkidu's records, even if the records are interrupted. I have never forgotten that moment.