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

Chapter 6 (Falling Apart)

Love, such a love.

Before going to Einsbern Castle, Diarmuid had been following Kenneth's order to recharge his spirit body and recharge his batteries. He had always slept well that day, and he slept very restlessly that day. The harrowing farewell in Shidhag Palace Square is repeated over and over again, every detail magnified to the point of nausea.Feeling that such a rest would only be counterproductive, he simply released his spirit body and followed Kenneth. The meticulous magician glanced at Cong and frowned uncontrollably, somewhat dissatisfied with the follower's blatant disobedience.

"Let you become a spirit body, don't you understand?"

An almost hesitant look appeared on Diarmuid's face. He lowered his head slightly, clenched his palms soaked in cold sweat and said in a low voice: "This is already the territory of the Einsbern family, just in case, or Please allow me to stay by your side in this state."

Perhaps it was because the servant's expression was too sincere, Kenneth, who was always strict, kept silent for a moment or acquiesced to the servant's proposal.The two walked silently on the woodland covered with fallen leaves and moss. Without the mercury magic dress quietly floating beside them, it would have been like a leisurely stroll after dinner.

Walking outside the castle barrier, they separated according to the predetermined plan.Diarmuid went to snipe Caster, while Kenneth himself entered Einsberen Castle with a magic dress to avenge the magician who dared to attack him.The handsome knight knelt on one knee to watch his master leave like any previous expedition. Kenneth, still unable to adapt to the ancient habit of knights, frowned even more, and walked away quickly without saying a word.

"Master Kenneth!" As the man gradually walked away, the sense of unease in his heart suddenly expanded. He jumped up and almost caught up with the magician in embarrassment. He was pulled by the servant and almost fell to the ground indecently. Kenneth shook off Diarmuid's hand angrily, lowered his voice and reprimanded: "Do you want to expose my plan, idiot!"

"Please, don't be brave alone." He skillfully ignored his master's reprimand, and said eagerly, "In case of danger, please be sure to call me, even if you don't use the command spell, I will hurry up to your side."

The magician only answered him with a confident sneer and a sentence of "do your own thing".

——After a few hours, Diarmuid thought to himself that his luck value and the accuracy of his premonition, as Gilgamesh said, were so effective in bad aspects that it was almost like a curse.

It is said that it only takes a second for the world to collapse.

A second earlier he was fighting alongside a no-life memory of King Arthur—or rather his sister—against the gleeful-looking genius inventor of Uruk, chopping off those scalp-numbing tentacles While gazing at the figure of the dignified and strong younger sister that he had never seen, he sighed that this soul would become the knight king praised by countless people.In the next second, he felt a sharp pain that could almost destroy his heart. There was only one explanation for the reaction of a body that was not injured at all in the battle just now. He ignored the rapidly changing battle situation and looked up at the castle deep in the forest. There was an unconcealable nervousness and anxiety on his handsome face.

The King of Knights graciously let him go to save his master, he disappeared in a hurry before he even had time to thank him, and it only took a few seconds to rush to Kenneth, but those few seconds were as long as his sensory cognition For more than a century, the scene of the white-clothed high priest being nailed to the rack in his previous life has been entangled like a nightmare. He clenched his guns tightly, and his palms were colder than the weapons.

Master Kenneth, please don't let anything happen to you... The heroic spirit who is not considered a devout prays to all the gods he knows with an unprecedented devout attitude, but the gods seem to never hear the pleas of mortals.

When he rushed to the castle, what he saw was blood that could almost dye the whole world red. The master and lover he swore to protect with his life fell in a pool of his own blood, his face distorted by pain was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

Whether it was the life as the prince of Uruk or the life as the chief knight of the Fiona Knights, Diarmuid did not consider himself an emotional person, but God knows how much patience he used at that moment Only then did he refrain from stabbing the demon-destroying red rose into the heart of the magician killer.

When hugging Kenneth's cold body, he couldn't help but think of the last time they had such an intimate contact. The body of the high priest of Kish was also so cold, as if it was about to freeze his blood.And it seems that only in this situation can he touch the person he silently loves deeply.

When he finally rushed back to the temporary magic workshop, Kenneth's heartbeat was so weak that he could hardly feel it, and Diarmuid couldn't control the trembling of his hands when he put him on the bed in the emergency room.As a soldier, he was used to death, but at this moment, he still felt real fear.Although they only had seven days at most, and although the Holy Grail War was originally a brutal battle with desperate lives, even in his worst nightmare, Diarmuid never imagined that one day Kenneth would die before him. thing.

In the room used for first aid, the operation used a shadowless lamp to illuminate everything into a lifeless and pale, and the heroic spirit with a glorious appearance stood in front of the window and looked at the pale light inside without blinking. I felt it from Kenneth before. The coldness lingered on the limbs and bones, which could not be dispelled.

Your words of love will be spears that will pierce the hearts of those you love; your beauty will be the best, and your admiration will be answered only by hatred.

Cupid's curse reverberated in his head at an inopportune time, effective and irresistible.In the continuous pain of his heart, he looked up at the dark night sky, his golden eyes were full of depression and sadness accumulated over time.

Two days ago, he boasted to his brother, saying "It doesn't matter if the curse comes true".But when these words became reality, he found that he was not as strong as expected.

The lights went out, and the beautiful red-haired woman walked out of the room, her fair face was full of feigned worry and unconcealed joy.She told an extremely pale lie, embraced his strong body with her slender arms, and his eyes were full of eyes that were bewitched and immersed in vain love. Even the strength to dismantle it was lost.

"I swear, as the wife of Kenneth El-Mello, I dedicate the Holy Grail to my husband."

Sola spoke the most ridiculous lies with the most serious attitude. Diarmuid looked down at her, and seemed to see himself kneeling in front of Kenneth and swearing in a trance. As a listener, he realized that these words, So pale and unbelievable.Thinking of this, Diarmuid put a wry smile on his lips, but Sola seemed to have discovered some treasure, and his eyes instantly lit up with a light of happiness.

—Love, such a love.

The author has something to say: The setting here is that some guys who were too sad in their previous life will suddenly regain their memory when they see a specific person.

My king, she really doesn't remember anything, and she can't remember it either.

As for whether the Masters remember or not... I can't say because it will spoiler.

Jin Shining had memorized it for thousands of years. Shining was walking on the road looking for something. As for what he was looking for...everyone would know soon.

Another person who has been struggling to remember for thousands of years will appear soon, welcome to guess~

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As the sky was getting brighter, Diarmuid suddenly came into contact with a spirit body and appeared in Kenneth's room.Kneeling beside his unconscious master's bed, he carefully cupped his bandaged hands.The rough and cold touch spread along the skin to the heart, and the stoic knight finally couldn't help the soreness in his eyes. The moment he lowered his head, tears fell silently.

I don't have any extravagance, I just want to protect you.

But my wish has turned into the most hurtful poisonous blade, and my love has become the chief culprit who took away your life and glory.He lowered his head and kissed the back of Kenneth's hand that had been deprived of the Command Seal, and said silently, but even so, I want to fulfill your wish...

When he looked up, he met Kenneth's sky blue eyes, and he almost bit his tongue in surprise.Kenneth frowned habitually when he looked up, his pain-pale face making the expression even more painful to him.

"Lord Kenneth...you're awake..." He thought he should ask Kenneth what he needs or if the wound is uncomfortable, but when he opened his mouth, all the words turned into this extremely clumsy sentence.

Kenneth stared at him for a long time, the light in his eyes made the fearless knight feel a little chills down his spine.This kind of gaze is not the same as the usual disgust or harshness, it is almost an expression close to hatred - Diarmuid, who realized this, felt as if he fell into the ice cave in an instant.

"You and Sora... signed a contract, right?"

Diarmuid's golden eyes flinched uncontrollably, and he naturally interpreted this reaction as the guilty Kenneth felt extremely humiliated, and the anger gathered wildly in his completely powerless body, almost tearing up the freshly bandaged wound crack.He took a few deep breaths, and his tone was extremely mean: "Really, loyal knight..."

The sharp pain from Sola's broken finger dispelled the sarcasm behind him, he clenched his teeth so as not to let the dick spill out of his throat, Kenneth glared at the servant who suddenly clenched his right hand in front of him, but the scolding words were in those two hands The eyes full of sadness and pain disappeared in an instant.

"Please...don't say that...my master will always be Kenneth-sama...just you..."

"I've heard enough of such hypocritical lies!" Anger turned into inexplicable power, making Kenneth's roar sound full of momentum. He stared at the servant who once again showed the tangled and complicated expression in front of him. The question blurted out: "You just need a puppet to realize your ridiculous self-satisfaction! The person you are looking at with that look is not me at all, and your loyalty and oath are not at all..."

"No!" Diarmuid, who had never resisted any reprimand from him, yelled out the word in a volume not inferior to his. The power belonging to the heroic spirit overflowed with Diarmuid's violent fluctuations, shaking his eyes. black.But after yelling these words, Diarmuid didn't say anything more, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, mischievously erasing all the key words behind.

"...Your injury is still not healed, please rest well. I will always be by your side." Saying this, the hero took a step back respectfully, bowed and saluted, and then disappeared in the silence.Kenneth's eyes stopped at the place where the heroic spirit disappeared, and his brow, which had never been stretched, frowned even tighter.

After the magic circuit was destroyed by the origin bomb, he passed out in the severe pain that swept through his body.The memory seemed to be also affected by the disorder of the magic circuit, and it seemed to be in a mess. Someone's memory seemed to flood in in a trance, and a strange scene unfolded in front of him, like an overly real movie.

He dreamed that he was kneeling in a place like a royal palace in white clothes, and the person wearing the crown on the throne smiled cruelly and bloodthirstyly. He said that he never thought that the high priest who dedicated his life to God would betray his country. The charm of Luke's kid is really great.

"Then I'll see if the kid will come back to save you when the high priest is about to be executed." After the man who looked like a king finished speaking, he was dragged out of the palace.The cross-shaped torture frame stands on the high platform in front of the square, the executioner's eyes are dark, and the onlookers below are cheering.

The executioner tied him to the rack, and the sharp spikes pierced the palms and soles of the feet.In a trance, Kenneth laughed at himself and thought that he had experienced the death of Jesus Christ once, but it seemed that he might not have the luck to be resurrected.At this moment, there was a commotion among the cheering crowd below, and a lone figure rushed over with impertinent momentum, the diaper in his hand was as red as blood under the sun.

The shackles of his limbs were severed, and he fell from the rack into the arms of the man.As he got closer, he realized that the person who came to rescue him was a boy who looked less than 20 years old. The blood loss and severe pain blurred his vision, making him unable to see the faces of the people close at hand.

"You idiot..." He heard his weak voice, "Are you back... looking for death?"

As if to confirm his words, arrows rained down on them on the execution platform.The young man hugged him motionless, the sound of arrows plunging into flesh and blood continued to be heard, and the footsteps were dull and hurried like a god of death.Shock and other stronger emotions washed over his blood-losing heart, he raised his head unconsciously, red liquid slowly dripped from the boy's lips, hit his face, and smashed into his heart.

"I love you." The young man who blocked all the arrows for him smiled, and confessed tenderly in a tone that did not expect an answer.Before the dream ended, he finally saw the boy's face clearly, that handsome face that was dimmed even by the sun——the face of Diarmuid.

What a mess of memory.Kenneth stared at the empty room in front of him and thought.It is also one of the effects of the contract that he may see part of the memory of the servant who is a heroic spirit after signing the contract, but what he sees does not look like the fragment of the myth about Diarmuid.What made him feel even more strange was the reality of this dream. Whether it was the feeling of the nail piercing into the flesh or the intense emotion that swept through the heart at the end, it was as real as if he had experienced it himself. He didn't think the power of the contract would be so strong.

The moment he woke up from the dream, he saw Diarmuid's face kneeling in front of his bed, and for a moment he almost thought that the dream just now was the real experience of the two of them.As for the subsequent questioning of Diarmuid, it was more of a temptation.Although even Kenneth himself finds this assumption a bit absurd, Diarmuid's pair of golden eyes always reminded him of the boy in his dream just now. When the boy sighed and said his final confession, he looked at him, Exactly the same as Diarmuid.

The Heroic Spirit's hesitant expression before becoming a spirit body appeared before his eyes again, Kenneth sighed irritably, and closed his sore and swollen eyes.

It seems that I am really, slack.Even an illusory dream can be shaken to this extent.The magician thought to himself mockingly, now it is better to think about what to do next, as for other things, it will not be too late to think about it after the Holy Grail War is over.

The Wings of Icarus

The author has something to say: I don’t mind if I post Emperor Weber’s side story first. By the way, Weber is not Heffie. If Weber=Heffie, it feels that Weber’s efforts are completely meaningless. OTZ By the way, because I am completely incompetent in Greek, so here is Weber Just use the original name!I'll change it when I think of something suitable!

Know who Icarus is please no spoilers, 90° bow!

It seems that there was a bug in the update a few days ago, sorry everyone!

The revised full version is below, the plot trend is a bit strange, please take it with caution.

Additional note: This article will end soon because it is BE. As for LZ who has opinions on Hefei, I can only say sorry and I can do nothing. I won't change the direction of this plot. 【Dead Fish Eye】—Of course, those who promised HE will not have any moisture!

There have been a lot of issues with the recent update, thank you all for your tolerance and patience.Thank you for always liking this! ! LZ is thinking about whether to put dessert in advance...

You are the only light I can see.

Even if reduced to ashes, I will follow in your footsteps to the end of the world.

The young king of Macedonia, who had just ascended the throne, decided to go east to the city where his most admired hero fought, the legendary Troy.

Young Iskandar won the right to visit the idol's cemetery with an easy victory, and the handsome warriors walked the streets of the town, unsurprisingly becoming the talk of all residents.Although the words of hostility and curses still exist, Iskandar's hearty smile and unpretentious gesture easily won the favor of most people. The defeated city-state easily accepted the arrival of the new ruler, and for a long time After that, continue to be proud of having witnessed the figure of this great king.

On the second day after the victory, Iskandar couldn't wait to go to the temple of Troy. The dark and heavy shield hung on the most eye-catching position of the altar. It is said that it was once the weapon used by the heroes of Troy, and it came from the superb skill of Vulcan.After listening to the priest's introduction, Iskandar took off the shield and looked at it, and then he did a move that surprised everyone—he took off the shield and hung his own shield on it.

"I will become a hero surpassing Achilles," said the young Macedonian king. "One day this place will be famous all over the world for having the shield of Iskandar."

The high priest was stunned for a moment, and then replied respectfully, "The shield of Achilles will protect you and conquer all directions."The herald spread the word as an oracle, and rumors spread that the Macedonian king was blessed by Achilles. This was the first precious gift Iskandar received, and this gift also became true in the future. It saved his life, just like the perfunctory "oracle" of the high priest.

But in fact, Iskandar's first trophy in Troy was not Achilles' shield, but a thin and dirty child.

"Yo, Alexander, what do you think I found outside?" The blond Hephaestion walked into his bedroom carelessly, a black mass in his hand rhythmically following his brisk steps The ground shook, "Just outside the city, this brat who can't even hold a sword actually planned to attack me! This is the most vulnerable assassin I can find!"

Amidst Hephaestion's somewhat exaggerated laughter (Iskandar saw it clearly, it was a scrawny child) raised its head, and its dark green eyes met his face. The contrasting smudges on the top are like gems popping out of the dust.

"Barbaric conquerors." The child gritted his teeth. His accent was very standard Greek, and he knew that he had received a good education. "Leave our country with your bravery. You are not welcome in the land of heroes!"

Even Hephaistion couldn't laugh now.They all know that under the influence of his teacher Aristotle, Iskandar had an almost crazy worship of Achilles since he was a child, so he also had a love for the land that Achilles fought in the legend. emotion.It was undoubtedly a serious blow to the young Macedonian king to be denied in such a fierce way by the people living here.

But Iskandar didn't show any anger when he heard such words, he strode up to the boy and let him go from Hephaestion's hand.The free boy looked at him vigilantly, his dark green eyes full of undisguised defense.

"How about staying by my side, brat?" The young Iskandar squatted down, making his gaze level with the boy, with a bright and warm smile on his face, "Be my messenger, and go to the end of the world with me. "

He picked up the scrawny child without hesitation, and wiped off the stains on his face with the expensive silk robe.The child's jewel-like dark green eyes were widened in surprise, making him look like a kitten on high alert.

"Don't be so nervous, Yu doesn't plan to let a brat like you go to war." Iskandar smiled and comforted after not hearing the answer for a long time, "Yu likes your voice very much, and you will follow Yu from now on. How about helping Yu miss the Iliad?"

"Why didn't you kill me?" The child raised his head and said the second sentence since entering the room.

Iskandar was taken aback by this straightforward question, then he smiled frankly, pressed his generous palm on the boy's head, and answered as sincerely and frankly as his smile: "Because you are the brave man who defends your country. A fighter, such a fighter, should be honored for his bravery."

"I'm Iskandar, King of Macedon. What's your name, brat?"

"Ephticia."

Iskandar smiled appreciatively: "'Forward Bravely', what a good name."

"Follow Yu to the end of the world, Ivor."

The young king stretched out his hand to the foreign boy who was trying to assassinate his friend just now, and smiled warmly without any malice.The boy hesitated for a moment, but still held that thick hand, solemnly, as if making the most solemn oath.

——At that time, he didn't know that the validity period of this oath would be a lifetime.

"Read the Iliad to me, Ivor. Read 'The Trojans swarm the Achaian ships, trying to fulfill the decree of Zeus'."

When they said this, they were in the camp of the Pinaro Valley, with the rushing river in front of them, and the menacing Persian army of Darius on the other side of the river.Darius detoured from the Oman pass to the Macedonian camp in Issus. The Persian army captured all the wounded soldiers and intercepted all the supplies. The arrogant and cruel Darius chopped off the hands of all the wounded soldiers and sent them to Iskandar. According to the report, the two armies faced each other across the Pinaro River-regardless of the comparison of forces, the Macedonian army had been pushed to the brink of desperation before the battle even started.

Under the city of Troy, the silver-armored prince Hector received only Zeus' command, which was enough to push the Achaeans without Achilles to a desperate situation. The Trojans, and they have nothing but hope and courage.

The tall and thin boy named Ephticia frowned slightly.

It has been three years since Iskandar fought around, and the thin assassin boy who was described by Hephaestion as a "malnourished little black cat" has grown into a qualified—although not very good-tempered— — Orderly.By the side of the young Macedonian king, he has long been accustomed to large and small wars and expeditions to countless strange places.But in the three years of experience, there has never been a battle like today's one, where the opportunity has been lost before the war, and people are so passive that people can't help but imagine failure and death.

"What's the matter, Ivor, why are you in a daze?" Iskandar's big hand pressed on the top of his head with ease.This habitual action has continued since the first meeting between the two people. Although Ivor has protested countless times that the king of Macedon would hinder him from growing taller, due to the absolute weakness in force, such protests are the same as countless other complaints. Skander perfectly ignores.

Ivor raised his head angrily, but the words of complaint disappeared the moment he met Iskandar's face.

As the supreme commander of Macedonia, he is now under more pressure than any of them. After all, as Hephaestion once said, if he is defeated, others may survive, but as the king of Macedon, Is Kandal, must die.

Iskandar, who was stared at by strange eyes, turned his head slightly, and his eyes under the brown-red messy hair showed a little puzzled light.Under the urging eyes of Iskandar, Ivor spoke helplessly, and the bard's vivid description overflowed from his lips, outlining the protracted and fierce battle under the city of Troy in the night.

"Hector is charging!

On the clear sky, Zeus himself helped--

Among the hordes of warriors, the great god just favored him,

Add luster to him alone. "

……

"The Achaeans were terrified and ran like crazy.

Shame and fear gripped their hearts.

Beside the ship, the two sides launched a desperate struggle.

They fought so furiously that you might have thought that the two armies were tireless and unscathed. "

The exciting words and sentences drifted slowly in the night wind, like a prophecy that was bound to be fulfilled in a trance.After dawn, this peaceful and beautiful river valley will become a more cruel battlefield than described in the epic. Countless heroes will go down in history because of this war, and more people will be buried here without a name, and they will never be seen again. The hometown they miss.

Ephticia's voice trembled uncontrollably, he sighed, and decided not to continue using such a voice to desecrate this wonderful heroic poem.

"Can I ask you a question?" He raised his head and looked at the tall and burly king beside him, his childish face was still full of seriousness, "How sure are you in this battle?"

The king who was later called the king of conquerors grinned, and answered confidently and calmly: "Not at all."

Ephticia thought that it took him a lifetime of self-cultivation to avoid such an outrageous act of beating the king on the spot.He took a few deep breaths to make his tone less hurtful, and then asked carefully, "Didn't you say 'Iskandar never fights a battle that must be lost'?"

"In this case, it is obvious that there is no certainty of winning. If you answer that you are sure, then Yu is lying to you." The king who was only 23 years old and already famous for his bravery and skill in battle replied, "But Yu also It is not said that Yu will lose to Darius. The Persian cavalry is very powerful, and the Greek mercenary army is also very difficult, but compared to a powerful army or weapons, Yu's warriors have strength that the enemy does not have."

Under the young man's perplexed eyes, the burly king smiled like a trickster, turned his gaze to the other side of the river, and spoke with a firm and confident voice.

"With manly courage, my friends, with furious fighting spirit!

Do you think there is a reserve team waiting to support us?

Do we have a more solid wall to protect us from disasters?

No!There are no castles with towers around us,

The power to retreat to defend and resident to defend.

We are in the plain of the armored Trojans,

Backed by the sea, far away from our hometown.

We must use fighting to usher in the dawn of self-help, laxity and procrastination mean death! "

After reciting the last part, Iskandar smiled and looked at the stretch of tents across the river. The Macedonian dagger was unsheathed, and the icy light of the sword came into his eyes, turning into an indestructible sharpness like a god of war.

"With unparalleled hope and courage, General Yu will let the Persians know where the favor of the gods is."

It was a not-so-funny joke at best, coming from someone else.But speaking from the mouth of this invincible king so far, it became a bargaining chip for victory, making everyone willing to move in the direction he pointed, indomitable and never regretting.

Ephticia stared blankly at Iskandar's energetic side face, and indescribable emotions rushed into his heart for a moment, and he could hardly control his beating heart.

The young man hastily turned his gaze away, hiding the complicated expression on his face, and his voice was calm and slightly mean, as usual: "If you die in battle, don't drag other people to be buried with you."

"I won't leave you, and I won't leave the rest of the warriors," replied the young Macedonian king, laughing and ruffling his hair, "so don't worry so much, Ivor."

Unexpectedly, it drew a boy's furious response: "Idiot, who is worried about you?!"

As later generations know, the Battle of Issus ended with a complete victory for Iskandar, and the overwhelmingly numerically superior Persian army was almost wiped out.In order to consolidate the results of the battle, Iskandar did not continue to pursue as the generals proposed, but returned to the Mediterranean coast and continued to complete the plan to attack the Phoenician city of Tyre.

In Tire, the Macedonian army encountered unimaginably tenacious resistance.The nearly paranoid defense of the Tyreans made this isolated city invincible for a long time. The strong cross-sea bridge and countless warships could not completely destroy the will of the Tyreans to live and die with the city.Under the onslaught of the powerful Macedonian army, everyone knew that the fall of Tire was only a matter of time, but no one expected that this battle would last for seven months.

The bustling city, which has always been full of traffic, has turned into a horrible dead city during the seven months of hard work. The magnificent houses and palaces were turned into ruins, and the noisy streets were dead.The remaining Tyrians were exiled or sold as slaves. They looked at the victor with empty and gloomy eyes, like the curse of the undead.

The 16-year-old orderly, Ephticia, followed Iskandar silently watching the mournful scene in front of him.The joy of victory that filled his heart just a moment ago is now only left with extremely heavy sadness. The boy couldn't bear to look away, but he couldn't avoid the smell of blood and gunpowder rushing into his nostrils, and he couldn't escape the lingering in his ears. The heart-piercing wailing of the Tyrians who had left their homeland to wander.

He looked up at Iskandar beside him. The expression on the face of the mighty Macedonian king was almost indifferent, and his gaze was also calm, as if such a tragic scene was nothing more than the least worth mentioning to him. everyday.An inexplicable sense of humiliation suddenly rushed to his heart, and regardless of his rude behavior, the 16-year-old orderly dropped the paperwork in his hand, turned and ran out of the city.

"What's wrong with you, Ivor?" After solving the follow-up question of the victory, Iskandar found his messenger on the sea cliff outside the city.The boy didn't look at him angrily, and moved his body to leave him with a silent back.

"Is this the period of rebellion?" Iskandar said with some distress, "Yu is not good at dealing with this. Why don't you call Hephaestion over here? When he was your age, he gave his father a headache No end."

The young man with his back turned to him viciously threw "idiot" at him, and didn't say another word after that.

"Okay, let me guess. Is it because I saw too many corpses today and got a little scared?"

The aggressive method successfully played the role Iskandar expected. The young man jumped up, his slightly green face flushed with anger: "I'm not afraid! I'm also a warrior, you mustn't underestimate me!"

It was only when he smiled smugly at Iskandar that he realized that he had once again been defeated by the King of Conquerors, who looked careless but was actually extremely shrewd.The anger aroused by Iskandar's joking words just now dissipated without a trace. He lowered his eyes and his voice trembled a little.

"...The Tyrians who were defeated in the war will all be exiled or sold into slavery... Many of them are children... Don't you feel sad at all?"

Iskandar's suddenly serious eyes silenced the rest of the words.

"Of course Yu will be sad." Iskandar sighed, sat beside him, and replied, "Whether it is an enemy or a comrade-in-arms, they are all the same people. Of course Yu will feel heartache for letting them suffer such a tragic fate." .”

"But this is the law of life in this era, Ivor. Whether it is heartache or sadness, those who survive must bear it all and go on without hesitation. Because grief stops, it is the dead The greatest blasphemy of man."

"So even if Yu Yitian dies, you have to live on, Ivor." The red-haired Iskandar grinned, and ended this heavy topic with some inexplicable words.He raised his hand to rub his little orderly's black hair habitually, unexpectedly, there was no resistance.

"I once thought that one day I would seize the opportunity to sneak attack you and avenge my country and my relatives who died in battle." Under Iskandar's worried eyes, he looked up at the tall king beside him, slowly , and said frankly, "I have always, always held the determination to kill you, and stayed by your side."

The boy pulled out a small but sharp dagger from his short boots, and under Iskandar's watchful eyes, he threw it into the sea with all his might.

"Now I understand that it is stupid to try to kill you in this way. Even if I succeed, it will only make me more miserable." With a serious look, "Even if I can't take revenge, I don't want to be the kind of weak and powerless person you despise. This kind of persistence may seem insignificant to you who dream of conquering the world."