Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

The party went on all night.

There was a lot of voices, and the flames lit up half of the sky.

The main street connects the palace, the temple, and the city gate. This kind of celebratory banquet is usually held on the main street, and this time is also the case.In the past, the king and the goddess stood side by side on a high platform, and the crowd below could barely see their figures clearly.The two supreme people do not participate in the tossing of the people at the bottom, but only send a few blessings or reward some property at the end of the banquet.

But this time seems to be different.

This is a banquet initiated from the bottom up among the people to welcome back the king. As the protagonist, Gilgamesh appears to be much more friendly than usual.Without the threat of a close friend with a strong fist, he also came out of the palace on his own initiative and visited the scene to inspect it in person.

The aroma of food, mainly barbecue and fresh fruit, fills the whole street. All kinds of colorful handicrafts and cheap ore decorations are filled to the brim. Showcase its talents.

And the most striking thing is that in the middle of the street, on a temporary stage, the performers funded by the nobles are performing the stories recorded on the clay tablets.

Women passing by stopped at the roadside stalls to choose, while the men squeezed in the front of the talent show spot to cheer and applaud.

Of course, the most central and most splendid stage is surrounded by the largest number of spectators, and the performers in gorgeous clothes are singing the legend of the kings of the past dynasties.

The king of gold was lying on his side on the viewing seat with the best viewing angle prepared in advance, with a lazy look on his face.Let the subjects who came and went to look at it half-heartedly, and only when a familiar noble elder approached, he waved casually to signal him to step back.After a few times, other people also saw that Wang seemed to want to be clean, so they didn't dare to disturb him any more.

As the first protagonist, Gilgamesh does not want to blend into the festive atmosphere, and all the gifts presented by the enthusiastic subjects go to the hands of the second protagonist, the treasure brought back by the king, Kuzemari.

Gilgamesh swung the fine wine in his glass, and when he raised his eyes, he just saw the little girl walking past him with gifts piled higher than himself, with a white-haired boy with the same big bags behind him.

She seemed to want to catch a glimpse of what was happening on the stage, but she was too short to stand on tiptoe.After frowning in distress, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he leaned over to Chubby's ear and whispered a few words, then put the presents on the ground.

Under the covert gaze of everyone, the little girl shrank smaller and smaller.Sitting down on the pile of gifts, she slowly got up under everyone's shocked gaze. She was about to jump into Chubby's palm, but she was caught off guard by the other hand.

At some point, the king, who was wandering in the crowd, left the seat. Gilgamesh lifted the black-haired and green-eyed villain to eye level with a strange expression, his fingers were a little itchy, and he couldn't help flicking her head.

"Huh, huh—the king?"

The person became smaller, and the voice seemed to become thinner as well.The little girl failed to climb up to the Kewpie Observation Deck, and her personal freedom was restricted, so she didn't panic, and asked Gilgamesh naturally,

"Can I sit on your shoulder and have a look?"

"What do you say?"

Gilgamesh glanced at the daring villain with a half-smile, ignored the stiff white-haired boy, put the villain in his palm, turned and sat down.He picked up the golden wine cup casually and threw the villain of truth into it.

"Wow!" There was still wine left in the wine cup.The truth was caught off guard and took a big gulp of high-quality wine, spitting bubbles out, and finally the king, who was overjoyed to see it, kindly lifted her upright and let her lean against the wall of the cup.

The golden wine cup was leveled to the position of the king's chest, the truth poked its head out, and the whole picture of the center stage was in sight.The young man with horns on his head and wearing a robe was confronting a burly man. The man was called the King of Kish, the Overlord of the North; and the young man's name was Enkidu.

Truth has just heard this story from the enthusiastic people of Uruk.

The city of Uruk is located on the lower reaches of the Euphrates, near the confluence of the Gila and Hindiya rivers, with reduced river flow and a dry climate.The upstream country of Kish threatened to cut off the canal, and asked Uruk to depend on him.The nobles of the Senate suggested that the king should appease the overall situation, but how could the arrogant king agree.The nobles then asked for Enkidu's support. Enkidu, who was always gentle and tolerant, just smiled and said nothing, and turned his head to use his high popularity to encourage civilians to join the army, which made the old men of the Senate half dead.

On the stage, Aga's army is approaching the city: Enkidu, who is usually as graceful as a delicate flower, is so gentle that people forget how terrifying he is, once again reminds Uruk of the fear of the king being beaten violently.

The person above the head sneered: "Aga's acting still has some charm. How could my friend look so ugly."

"That's right, Enkidu is the best looking." Truth nodded approvingly.

After a few seconds of silence, the two Enkidu seemed to have reached a consensus.They began to dislike the performer who played Enkidu from head to toe. They thought his long hair was not smooth enough, his beating posture was not elegant enough, and his expression was not kind enough. Gilgamesh made sharp comments, and Truth tactfully agreed.But the complaints belonged to the complaints, and the eyes of the two of them did not move away from there.

When the conversation was full of fun, the King of Heroes looked a little more relaxed than usual, his hair was disheveled, and his brows and eyes were almost gentle.But soon he exposed his domineering nature, poured out the truth in the wine glass, pinched it in his hand and ordered:

"Change back and drink with me."

It's not that monsters of conscience can't eat human food, it's just that truth doesn't like to eat unpalatable things.

She obediently returned to her original size, sitting right on Gilgamesh's lap.But she didn't imitate Wang's appearance and drank it boldly, but held the cup in both hands in distress, hesitating whether to drink it or not.

Gilgamesh, who rarely invites someone to drink, is very dissatisfied with her performance.

"This king's fermented rice is the best in the world, what are you not satisfied with?"

"Give this king a drink!"

Wang, who was as obsessive as a child, pinched the little girl's cheek impatiently, and poured it in.

Every drop of nectar accumulated with the painstaking efforts of wine growers passed through the hands of Gilgamesh, and finally broke through the barriers of taste between the races.Tasting the taste in his mouth, Truth licked the corner of his mouth subconsciously.

Wang, who sees everything in his eyes, smiled proudly:

"how?"

"Delicious."

Gilgamesh, who likes to show off his wealth, didn't miss this opportunity. He drank the rest, stared at the monster of conscience, and lazily ticked his fingers:

"I beg my lord, I will give you some more."

Truth did not speak.

She fixed her eyes on the jug, and then slowly turned to the golden-haired, red-eyed king.

The wine seemed to have turned into mist and stored in the young girl's blue eyes, the formerly clear eyes were dyed with a beautiful color.Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows slightly, and muttered in his heart, "I'm not drunk at this point, you idiot." The girl pursed her lips and smiled dumbly, sitting on his lap and rubbing forward, looking at him bonelessly. crooked down.

Butterflykiss, butterfly kiss, became popular among humans thousands of years later.It refers to the gentle touch when two people's cheeks are close to each other, and the eyelashes gently sweep over the skin.

The girl's soft fingers pressed against his chest, and she rubbed against him like a cat.The warm body is wrapped in loose cloth, and the same aroma of wine will be entangled with each other.When the tips of the noses touch each other, the distance between the lips will infinitely approach zero.

The slightly upturned eyelashes are like butterfly wings, kissing each other's skin lightly when they flap their wings.The itching rolled up is as fine as pollen, from the corners of the eyes to the tip of the tongue to the heart, continuously conquering, and the frequency is staggered inch by inch.

Just when Gilgamesh thought she was going to kiss him, he pressed his fingers slightly harder on his chest, and the distance that was so intimate that he felt like he was invading his personal space was instantly pulled away. The almond eyes of the black-haired girl opened wide, Laugh without emotion. Desire:

"Half."

Gilgamesh's eyes twitched.

She explained to him in a flattering tone, like a little bastard who wants to praise.