[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

There are only black and white in his eyes, and now, the part that used to be white has also turned into black.

Shortly after the end of the New Year's celebration, there was an inexplicable assassination in Uruk. Fortunately, no one was injured.However, tracking down the murderer or strengthening the vigilance are not what the senior officials in Uruk are considering now: Uruk's clerk and Wang's best friend are planning to celebrate Aga's 18th birthday.The king of Uruk was not dragged into the scheme because he was busy playing chess.Since Enkidu woke up, Gilgamesh has not launched any wars, and the young hero-king of Uruk seems to have shifted his interest in war to playing chess.Gilgamesh, who spends all day in his study talking to a chessboard (full of oddly shaped chess pieces that no one can understand) has been evaluated countless times by the high priest as "broken his brain in Hades" , the king of Uruk habitually ignored the poisonous tongue of his own high priest and continued to play with relish alone in the study against the chessboard. When his best friend couldn't bear to hit him on the head with a chess piece, the king of Uruk didn't even lift his head , and gave the reply "The key to open the national treasury is on the desk and you take it yourself" kindly.

"Forget about that idiot," Enkidu said to Kalia. "Besides, Aga's birthday party, he will be the happiest with you in attendance."

Kalia deluded herself and opened her eyes, the pinnae of her ears were extremely red against the background of her white hair.Enkidu looked at the shy side face of the 27-year-old youth, endured it, but still did not continue to deepen the blush on that face.

Kalia is very anxious now. The problem of "what should I give as a birthday gift to the lover who has just started dating" has caused the clerk in Uruk a headache for many days. The 27-year-old Kalia certainly knew that the first birthday gift was significant, but only in concept.Kalia had no love experience in the previous 26 years of life, and she had no idea about gift giving.Kalia tried to find references around him, but Mr. Ninazu, who had no love partner, and Mr. Sargon, the high priest who gave his life to the gods and his kittens, were excluded. The only ones around him who could be used as references were Wang and Wang's close friends, but obviously, the gifts given to each other by these two people whose tastes are completely outside the range of normal people are definitely not suitable for him and Ajia.

It would be nice to have a reference book on how to give gifts.While sorting out documents, Uruk’s clerk sighed helplessly at the clay tablets that filled the bookshelf, and Agame, who was standing at the door of the archives room waiting for his lover’s work to be completed, watched silently. And nervousness were brought into his eyes one by one, his calm expression concealed the unspeakable expectation and joy in his heart.

I don't know what Kalia will give me-of course it would be best for him to have a day off.The young and energetic 18-year-old feels that it is necessary for him to fill in some aspects of the long-term unsatisfied needs due to reasons such as "lover's poor health" and "lover's work is too busy" on his birthday.

It's a bit stupid for me to look forward to my birthday like a child. In fact, even at the age when he was a child, Ajia never looked forward to his birthday.For him, the so-called birthday is always full of the hypocrisy of the nobles and a lot of useless luxury goods, and listening to those nasty words with a smiling face at the banquet always makes the birthday dull and miserable.

And now, at the age of 18, he began to look forward to his birthday for the first time, looking forward to the surprise carefully prepared by his lover who spends time together day and night. Say "Happy Birthday".

Time passed quickly while waiting.The day before Aga's birthday, Kalia carefully left the bedroom early in the morning, and there was no one there for the whole morning.Agga walked down the corridor of the royal palace with full expectations. Just now when Enkidu passed by, the enigmatic smile on his face made the 18-year-old youth feel a rare joy and nervousness, and his usually calm and calm face also floated. A smile of joy.

Shame on you, traitor.

Someone's sharp voice pierced the eardrums, and the next second the whole body was covered in mist. Aga frowned and looked around, her amethyst-colored eyes filled with vigilance.

"Who?"

Traitor of love, your father's bones are still cold, your country is humiliated, and you enjoy luxury around the murder of your father and enemy, your wine cup is full of the blood and tears of your people, your palace of pleasure The bottom is full of the wailing of the souls of Kish!

When the sound dissipated, a ring rolled down to his feet, and the familiar crest that could only be used by the Kish royal family was soaked in an unfamiliar dark brown—his father's blood.

The fog dissipated, and the surroundings were as peaceful as if nothing had happened.The blood-stained brown ring in his palm was heavy and cold, suppressing all joy into hatred and freezing all expectations into shame.

The 18-year-old young man slowly raised his head, his eyes, which were filled with love and tenderness just a second ago, quickly cooled to ice-cold, clear and cruel anger condensed in those extremely clear eyes, like the coldest swear.

Blood debts will be paid in blood.

Take revenge on the king of Uruk, take revenge on Uruk.

But now I can't startle the snake.In the evening, after calming down from the initial anger, Aga sat in the bedroom and thought, the king of Uruk is cautious and cunning, if I fail the first time, I will never have a second chance to approach him.

And even if you can successfully approach, if you want to win with one blow, you must have a suitable weapon...

Familiar footsteps interrupted his thinking, and Ajia quickly restrained the coldness on his face, and said in a low voice: "Kalia?"

There was a distressed coughing sound at the door, Kalia fumbled to light the lamp, and hid a long parcel behind her back.

"Aga? Why don't you light the lamp?" the 27-year-old Uruk clerk asked in embarrassment. When Kalia's eyes met, the embarrassment on Kalia's face suddenly turned into worry, "You look bad, what happened? "

He shook his head, and the prepared lie finally turned into silence.Kalia didn't care either, he walked over holding the long package, his slender fingers trembling slightly due to excessive force.

"Tomorrow is your birthday." Kalia's voice was obviously nervous, "This is a gift... that... happy birthday."

Ajia took the package and opened the gift mechanically without emotion.He felt a little ironic, a few hours ago he was imagining what the first gift his lover would give him would be with great anticipation, but a few hours later, he was so careless and almost numb even opening the present.

Inside the opened package was a sword shining with cold light.Aga looked up at Kalia almost in shock, the youth's strange eyes were full of tension and love.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I don't know what to give..." the young man whispered, his fair face blushing due to nervousness and embarrassment, "...I don't know what kind of sword is good ...If it doesn't fit...I'll find another one..."

"I like it very much. Thank you, Kalia." Aga smiled, and placed the sword solemnly on the bedside.His older lover was visibly relieved like a child, and then flushed at his slightly narrowed smile.He stretched out his arms to hug his lover who was about to run away, and the smile in the purple eyes faded into a coldness where Kalia couldn't see.

Really nice gift, there is nothing better than this.

"In Uruk, the sword is a sign of manhood." Kalia leaned on his chest and said sullenly, "I hope you will become the strongest warrior, Agga. I hope you will use this sword to establish An incomparable feat.”

He couldn't answer, he could only hold the slender young man tighter, and when Kalia raised his head uncomfortably, he kissed his lips deeply. The familiar kiss was sweet and long, lingering like love, like farewell sad.

"Kalia." Between kisses, he murmured, confessing in a low voice, "I love you."

His lover blushed in embarrassment, but shyly but firmly, he sent himself unreservedly into his lover's firm embrace.

Unsurprisingly, Kalia became another birthday gift for his lover that night. Aga, who let go of her usual scruples, was so enthusiastic that Kalia couldn't even beg for mercy in the end.In the middle of the night, Aga opened her sleepless eyes, looked at the lover who was sleeping or unconscious beside her, and gently placed a kiss on his red and swollen lips.

Sorry, Kalia.He silently said the farewell that would not be heard, and his gaze fixed on his lover's sleeping face was almost obsessed, as if he wanted to use his sight as a pen to deeply engrave every detail of this person into his heart.

I can't be a hero according to your wish, the cruel fate has destined me to be an avenger trudging in the sea of ​​blood.

I will not break the oath I made to you. When everything is over, I will use this dirty soul to redeem you...

The young Prince Kish stood in the empty courtyard with a strange magic circle under his feet.He cut his wrist without mercy and dripped blood on the circle, and the phantom of nothingness slowly appeared.

That is the evil god that Kish secretly worships, the incarnation of cruelty and rage, Zababa, the god of war.

I need power, I need revenge.He looked up at the bloodthirsty god, silently swearing.

Exchange it with your most precious thing.The evil god replied like this.

The prince who was eager for revenge nodded without hesitation, his eyes were determined to move forward: I have nothing, so I don't care about losing anything.

The evil god's smile is hidden under the devil's mask: I accept your begging and give you the power of revenge...

The blood-red light penetrated the body, igniting an inextinguishable evil fire in the body.The limbs are filled with endless power, accompanied by the bloodthirsty and bewitching voice of the evil god:

Make your eyes cloudy and your mind violent.Prisoner at the Threshold of Madness...

He walked through the corridor to the king's chamber of Uruk, waiting in the darkness for the perfect moment to strike.A figure in black came slowly from another direction, and the blood in his body almost boiled for a moment.

Kill him, kill this tyrant.The brain filled with madness and hatred kept repeating the only instruction. He drew out his sword and rushed forward quickly, the blade pierced the man's heart without hindrance.

The familiar breath surrounded the whole body in an instant.A trace of unease suddenly flashed through his mind filled with hatred, he slowly raised his head, and in the next moment, he seemed to see the collapse of the whole world.

The snow-white hair shone like pure silver in the moonlight, and "Gilgamesh," who had been pierced through his chest by his sword, raised a familiar smile at him under the moonlight, and his pale face was like the cruelest curse.

The hilt in his hand was as hot as a branding iron, and he let go subconsciously, and Kalia, who had lost his support, staggered and fell into his arms. The fiery liquid spread along his chest, turning this familiar and intimate action into a strange and cruel one. .

"... Kalia... I'm not..." His throat was extremely dry, every word he uttered was like a knife blade, and his throat was about to be ground to bleed.

"It's okay..." The young man didn't care about his incoherent speech at all, and his smile was as warm as before, "It's not your fault..."

The few words I heard most often from Kalia’s mouth now sound crueler than the sharpest accusations. Guilt and despair washed away all the hatred and madness in an instant, and he hugged the baby in his arms tightly Man, there is nothing else to say but repentance.

"I want revenge, I want to kill the king of Uruk, I... lied to you..."

"I know." The white-haired young man gave a weak smile, his blood-stained fingers brushed across his face, and the slender fingertips were as cold as if they could freeze blood.He firmly held that cold hand, desperately wanting to pass his own temperature over, crazy, as if this could stop this person's rapidly disappearing life.

"But there's no other way, isn't it... If it were me, I would..."

"You hate me! Blame me, curse me, and punish me! Don't forgive me... I don't need your sympathy!" The young man wailed like a dying beast, and tightly hugged the body that was getting cold in his arms.His handsome face was contorted with grief and regret, and tears rolled from his purple eyes onto their clasped hands.

"Please, please hate me... Please take revenge on me... Please don't die..."

Trembling, he prayed to all the gods he knew, but the only answer was Kalia's gradually cold and stiff body in his arms.

Exchange it with your most precious thing.The voice of the evil god penetrated into the bone marrow like a curse.

The prince whose heart was blinded by hatred looked up in endless remorse, the morning sky was as clear and bright as ever, and the morning sun was as bright and brilliant as blood and fire as the unforgivable sins of eternal life.

When the blade sank into his chest, he could no longer feel much pain, and the nerves washed by a series of crazy emotions seemed to no longer be able to respond too much to the pain, hazy like a dream.

Only the slender body in his arms was still cold.

When the sword was drawn, the blood gushed out and stained the man's linen robe. The bright color reminded him of the bright red curtains in the audience hall of the Uruk Palace on the first day they met. Kalia walked out from behind the curtains, smiling brightly. warmth.

At that time, he thought that what he saw was the splendor of the whole world.

I don't know if the soul can see you again after death.The purple-haired prince looked down at the sleeping person in his arms and thought.No.It's better not to meet again, because I don't have the courage to stand in front of you and hear you say "I like you" again.