Radiant Enemy

Hilgna put down the cup of goat milk in his hand, and licked away the liquid remaining in the corner of his mouth.

Of course he knew that goat milk was very expensive in this era, and only people with certain status could drink it, but the lingering fishy smell and light yellow color really made him unable to swallow it.

Just getting a little on his lips made him feel sick to his stomach.

So I can't blame Hilgna for not drinking more goat milk, and I can't blame him for not being as tall as Ozzman Diaz. It's all because the food in this era is not delicious enough! !

Although Hilgner doesn't think height can determine everything, being too short will also affect his momentum. After all, protein and calcium are the key to growing taller.

But Hilgna's picky mouth was not willing to treat him badly. When he was in Hittite, Hilgna tried every means to improve the deliciousness of the food, which also made the Hittite king run to Hilgna's mother's palace. The number of times increased, making her more favored.

But after Hittite came to Egypt, everything returned to zero, and Hilgna had to start all over again—of course, whether he can move relatively freely in this foreign country depends on whether his appearance is useful or not.

Hilgner scanned the surroundings, and caught the expressions of the guests and courtiers and nobles present. The emotions revealed in the corners of the eyes, brows, and lips were enough for Hilgner to know that his appearance this time was well received. succeeded.

In short, even if they are all protons, the identities of protons and protons are different, not to mention the treatment they receive.

As for the proton whose name was remembered by the supreme ruler of Egypt and the proton who didn't even remember his face, of course the former was treated better.

That's right, in the eyes of Hilgna at this time, Ozyman Diaz is completely absent.

After all, he was not a historian in the past, and his memories of the past are vague. How can he know what kind of powerful role the inconspicuous little boy sitting under the throne will become in the future.

What's more, for the current Hilgna, Ozyman Diaz is useless to his plan.

You just need to attract the attention of those in power now, so that you can move more conveniently in the future.

After the envoys from all countries delivered the congratulatory gifts, the banquet came to an end.

Of course, Ozyman Diaz also noticed his mistake in judgment just now. In fact, he is only ten years old, and he is already very good at thinking to that level. It is no wonder that he will become a famous player in Egyptian history Ramses II, the Sun King of Egypt.

But this didn't prevent him from seeing Hilgner's displeasure, children's anger and anger, after all, no matter how great a king is, there will always be times when he is immature.

At the end of the banquet, Seti I welcomed the envoys from various countries, and then said a few very official words of welcome, welcoming the princes and daughters of all countries to come to Egypt to study - in theory, the protons are all male princes , but some weak countries thought that they might be able to take the opportunity to take the car of the Egyptian prince, so they sent a beautiful princess.

After all, as long as the blood of their royal family is married to Ozyman Diaz—even if it is just a side concubine, it is enough to bring great benefits to their country.

After the banquet, all the protons who came followed the Egyptian soldiers to the residence where they would live for a long time in the future.

Of course, Hilgna was at the forefront, and his performance just now was obvious to all, and even attracted the attention of Seti I, and the Egyptian attendants and soldiers were also very polite to him.

"This world is so realistic no matter what era it is." Hilgner could hear Arash, who was always by his side, sighing, and he pursed his lips, ignoring his familiar.

As Hilgna expected, the house allocated to him was the best, and he would not be woken up by the hot sun, nor would he feel cold in winter because he could not get the sun—although this piece of West Asia China's land hardly has too cold winters, but that's only almost.

The attendant who brought Hilgna to this room respectfully saluted the white-haired proton before closing the door and retreating.

Arash's figure appeared. This black-haired and brown-skinned servant has a tall and strong body, and his handsome and bright face is filled with a warm smile, which makes people feel good at first glance.

However, Arash's smile didn't catch the Master's gaze at all. Hilgner checked the room carefully, and after confirming that there was no trace of magic, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that there is no magic circle in the hostage's room. Is it because we feel that we are like birds in a cage and cannot escape." Hilgner sat on the bed and felt the hard bed under him.

"Obviously there are arrangements in the palace—Arash, are you sure you didn't activate those magic circles? If the royal family of Egypt finds out that I brought a familiar, they will definitely kill me without saying anything. "

Although Hilgna said such words in his mouth, his expression was quite calm.

"Please rest assured about this, Master."

Arash smiled slightly, nodded to Hilgna and said: "Although I am qualified as an archer, I don't have the ability of a caster, but I still have the ability to not trigger the magic circle."

"Oh, that's good." Hilgna nodded calmly.

"Anyway, if I can't stay in Egypt any longer, I'll pack up my luggage and go wandering." Hilgna understated the grandiose behavior that requires countless financial resources and perseverance in this era.

In this land surrounded by yellow sand and ocean, it is very difficult and even life-threatening to cross these natural hazards.

Countless adventurers with dreams and businessmen trying to get rich overnight buried their bones in the wind, sand and waves in order to open up new business routes.

Even if you really want to find a livable oasis, you have to be fully prepared and have an all-or-nothing mentality, so that there is a [-]% chance of success-this era does not have navigation systems and GPS, everything can only be done. It can explore and move forward with human legs.

As a heroic spirit who was also born in this West Asian land, Arash couldn't help scratching his head when he heard this: "Although I know that you, Master, seem to have a lot of opinions on me and don't trust me very much. But obviously, I My existence depends on you, Master, so if you do anything else, I will disappear—"

Arash tried to make Hilgna let go of the second half of the sentence, but he was interrupted by his master who was so clever that he didn't look like a ten-year-old child: "But your disappearance does not mean death— —You know this much better than I do, don’t you?”

Hilgna looked up at the tall Heroic Spirit, and continued: "But you are right, this state of mutual suspicion and wariness is not suitable for long-term relationship and life."

Ignoring Arash muttering in a low voice, "Obviously it's the Master, you unilaterally suspect and guard against me", Hilgna continued: "So let's be honest, Arash."

"—Tell me, as the great hero of Persia, Arash, why did you appear in my summoning formation?"

Of course Hilgner noticed something was wrong with him.

If the first time he summoned the familiar and summoned a heroic spirit like Dilmudor from later generations was just a coincidence, then after meeting the heroic spirit Cu Chulainn and summoning Arash for the second time, he You won't think it's your luck, or it's just a coincidence.

"Eh? Do you know me?" Who knew that Arash didn't answer Hilgna, but instead opened his eyes wide in surprise. This look was extremely childish, and it didn't seem like it would appear on the face of a tall man.

But it is not against harmony, maybe it is because of the smile on Arash's face all the time, or maybe it is because his temperament is so hearty, so it can even be said that a cute expression appears on Arash's face, it will only People can't help but smile knowingly.

But Hilgna was not fooled by Arash's smile at all.

Arash expressed loyalty and sincerity at the first moment he summoned him, but Hilgna could not fully trust him.

"Of course I recognize you." Hilgna frowned slightly and said slightly displeased.

"I read about you on the slate, the great hero of Persia. It is said that you ended 60 years of war and brought peace to that land."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because in my memory, it seems that some masters didn't believe that I was Arash after summoning me, so for a while..." Arash folded his hands and smiled apologetically at Hilgna.

Hilgna nodded expressionlessly, indicating that he accepted the explanation.

"What kind of existence are you? I don't think my magic power can turn a legendary hero into my familiar."

Hilgna has always been puzzled, Dilmudor is fine, but Cu Chulainn and him after death will appear at the same time, which means that there is something similar to Valhalla, the underworld, that will kill the souls of the dead heroes Store it and use it at some point.

Diarmuid didn't realize it that time, and the knight's personality didn't seem like the type that would take the initiative to be honest with him. As for the heroic spirit Cu Chulainn, he came with a mission in mind, and it was even more impossible to have a relationship with Hilgna. explained in detail.

Now that Arash was a typical example, Hilgner saw his integrity and generosity at a glance, and his expression was almost written on his face, so he asked him about the answer to this doubt that had always troubled him.

Arash thought for a while, and asked, "It would take too much time to fully explain it. To put it simply, I am a Heroic Spirit. And a Heroic Spirit is a legend whose great achievements have been left behind after death and has become a belief. The existence that the target hero becomes."

The black-haired Heroic Spirit replied truthfully.

"This time is an unconventional summoning, and I don't know why I appeared in your summoning circle. But since I was summoned by you, it means that I have a destiny with you! If so, I will dedicate my strength to you , to protect you until the moment when you don't need me."

"Don't you know?" Hilgna asked with narrowed eyes.

Arash nodded affirmatively: "Although theoretically our heroic spirits can only appear in the Holy Grail War, maybe this era has enough magic power, and your aptitude as a magician is also very good, so you can summon me—— After all, heroic spirits are actually a kind of familiar."

Hilgna could tell that Arash wasn't lying.

Although there are still many doubts, for him, since Arash's appearance is not a conspiracy, and he has no intention of harming him at present, Hilgna will certainly not let such combat power go unused.

So he smiled at Arash, stretched out his hand and said in a friendly way: "I'm sorry for treating you that way before, but from now on, please let us get along well."

Arash was not a person who would care about such things. As a great hero who saved the country in Persia, his tolerance and heart were naturally comparable to others.

What's more, just as Hilgna could see that he was a good person with the unity of knowledge and action, Arash naturally could also see that Hilgna had a long history and suffered many things.

After all, as a child of the royal family, the pressure and responsibilities to bear are naturally much heavier.

Arash used to be a member of the nobility, so of course he knew that these children with royal blood might not live as well as those ordinary children.

Moreover, Hilgna was still sent to Egypt as a proton. Although he was talking about studying abroad on the surface, everyone knew that these protons were meat on the cutting board. If they were lucky and there was no war, they might be able to survive lifetime.

But once a war breaks out, those poor but involuntary protons will be the first to lose their lives.

But of course Arash would not express these thoughts in his heart. After all, Hilgner looked very calm, and the royal children of this age are all good people. If he knew that he felt sorry for him in his heart, he might cause another disturbance.

"Okay, Master, what are you going to do now?" Arash said enthusiastically, "The palace here is really luxurious, much grander than mine at that time!"

"Of course, if the royal family enshrined by tens of millions of people in the whole country is not comfortable enough, then the country will probably be over."

Hilgna replied casually.

But even if the country is over, the rulers still have ways to search for the unlucky people at the bottom, so as to maintain their own living standards.

As for those poor people?

And who cares about the lives and thoughts of those untouchables?

Hilgna studied his own bed. Although it looked hard without hay, the stone slabs used as mattresses felt very cool to the touch, which was better than anything else in this hot country of yellow sand.

After all, as Hilgna as a proton, it is impossible for him to use the thin and light silk sold from that huge country in the Far East.

After all, silk is expensive and rare, and there are only a handful of princes and nobles who can wear it on their bodies, let alone use it as a bed under their bodies.

"...It seems that the first thing in Egypt is to make money."

Hilgna decided.

"Well, Master, it's true that I'm a Heroic Spirit, but I don't know anything about business?"

Arash reminded from the side, "If you let me go into business, I will definitely lose all my money!"

"What a coincidence, I think so too." Hilgner nodded, agreeing with Arash.

"Ugh, even though I said that myself, it's kind of hurtful for you to agree so simply, Master?"

Of course, Arash didn't really care about this matter, he was just joking to enliven the atmosphere.

Between his few words, he and Hilgna drew closer again.

Hilgna took Arash's words - as the monarch who once ruled Ireland, if Hilgna wanted to win someone's favor, it would be a breeze.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that, I just want to express that making money is just left to me, so that the great hero of Persia's savior will be stained with the smell of copper with me, and those who respect and respect you will feel lucky to call out You and I are just reckless."

The white-haired prince hooked his lips.

"However, I shouldn't be able to freely enter and exit this palace now, and I may have to ask you to help me as my eyes and my hands and feet in the future."

Arash looked down at Hilgner who was saying these words to himself in a serious manner. His plump cheeks and big and clear eyes made Arash couldn't help but pinch Bundle.

Of course, he moved very quickly, as if he just wiped away the dust on Hilgna's face, and replied in his mouth: "If it is such a small matter, there is no problem at all. My eyesight is very good. If you want to know about the city of Egypt I can also tell you what happened here."

Hilgner smiled and clapped his hands, "That's really great."

Hilgner took out a few dates and distributed them to Arash: "You've been busy all this time, haven't you eaten?"

Although Arash, as a long-dead heroic spirit, does not need to eat, food can provide some ability to move.

The great hero of Persia experienced his own spiritual power. After all, this is not the Holy Grail War. There is no abundant spiritual veins to provide him with extra magic power. This also makes Arash unable to use his treasures except for some basic skills.

However, it may be Arash's luck that he cannot use the treasure, because once he uses his final treasure, he will definitely pay the price of his limbs being torn apart.

The room where Hilgna lived had no window lattices, and it was even more impossible to have glass. There was only a square hole in the wall that was opened and smoothed to facilitate air circulation.

Hilgner guessed that maybe the pharaohs and queens of Egypt should have cloth like linen as curtains, but he can't count on those who came to be hostages.

The sky soon became gloomy, and Hilgner lay on the bed, idly thinking about whether he should make money from food or entertainment first.

However, a proton as comfortable as Hilgener is of course rare. After the envoys of their own country disappeared, more children recovered in the room they were assigned to, and finally realized that they could only stay away from their families. Stay in Egypt.

Although Hilgna could ignore the indistinct piercing crying, Arash, who obviously liked children, felt a little restless. He looked out several times, hesitating to speak to Hilgna.

Although the white-haired prince thought that when they were tired from crying, they would naturally find that crying was useless, but seeing that Arash was the helper he needed to win over for a long time in the future, he got up from the cold stone bed.

"I'll go and see what's going on. You hide your body and follow me, don't be discovered."

Hilgna raised his feet and walked towards the direction where the crying sound came from.

In fact, although both Hilgna and Arash heard the cry, there were not many protons who actually cried bitterly.

Those protons who did not cry, such as Hilgner, knew their position and their destined future. Rather than wasting energy by crying, they might as well think of ways to make themselves better in this palace.

Although it cannot be applied to most people, those who cry so recklessly at this time are probably the lucky ones who are doted on by their own father, queen and queen.

But it may not be right to say that they are the lucky ones, because they finally left their country and parents and came to this unfamiliar Egypt.

Hilgner came with the sound of crying, and it should be the room where the conditions are second only to him.

Although there is a small pool of running water in front of Hilgna's gate, it is ventilated and shady. Obviously, it is either a loyal follower of Egypt, or a powerful country that is so powerful that Egypt has to treat each other with courtesy.

If you want to talk about a country that can be compared with Egypt, apart from the Hittites, it is Xitai.

Hilgner couldn't cover up his footsteps. He even deliberately stepped harder when he walked to the door of the room, making a sound with almost stomping force, reminding the crying child inside that someone else had come.

"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat here?"

Throughout the ages, it has always been safe to use food as the beginning of an interrogation.

Hilgner's voice attracted the attention of the weeping people inside. His crying became quieter, and he could vaguely hear his reply while hiccupping and suppressing sobs: "Please wait a moment, I have bread and bread here." Fig."

Very polite, I am afraid that he is also a child who has received the elite education of the royal family.

After the rustling sounds, what appeared in front of Hilgner was a round and lovely brown-skinned little boy with delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Unlike Hilgna's fair complexion, most of the people here are brown-skinned yellow people.

When the little boy saw Hilgna, the white-haired proton clearly saw a look of amazement and obsession on his face.

Things are rare and expensive, and it is no wonder that his mother, who did not have the support of a strong mother family and the Senate, could be favored for so long before he was born.

Hilgner showed a clear smile towards the prince on the west platform, and his voice was crisp and sweet: "Thank you so much, it's the first time I left my own country for a study tour, and I haven't prepared many things yet."

"No, you're welcome." The prince on the west stage stammered, and his eyes never moved away from Hilgner's face.

Hilgner put the figs into the inner pocket of the clothes he had made, then tore the soft orange bread into small pieces, and tasted it.

Although it is cold, it tastes good, and it is worthy of being a country as famous as Egypt and Hittites.

Hilgner is actually not hungry at all, he just needs a breakthrough to start the conversation.

"Thank you, my name is Hilgna, the third prince of Hittite, how about you?"

Facing the beautiful smile of the white-haired proton under the moonlight, Prince Xitai blushed slightly, and said to Hilgna, "My name is Senasa, and I am the fourth prince of Xitai."

Sure enough, as Hilgner expected, Egypt also has rules for assigning rooms to the protons.

The author has something to say:

Senasa is the fourth prince of Lixitai on the bank of the Red River, and he is also a handsome brown-skinned male partner. Here, he is changed to be the proton.

I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!I went to visit relatives today, so I didn't post it in time... Sorry, there will be an update later!

And the heroic spirits written in this article are all from the moon, so really don’t be linked to history...Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Mine]: 2 from Cygnus; 1 from Reginleif and Hundred Stories;

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