Atlas Battle Song

Today is a big day because a new Governor is about to take office.

As dusk fell, a thousand glazed lamps in Ardahir Palace, the "Governor's Mansion", were lit up.

From any corner of the city, one can see the scale-like brilliance shining in the dark blue night, like a necklace of fine rubies worn on the chest of a beauty, gorgeous and solemn, almost comparable to the grand scene of the past dynasty.If it hadn't been for the gigantic imperial double-snake banner that hung on the wall, a traveler might have thought it a mirage, a remnant of the long-defunct Gulbati dynasty.

The grand celebration is about to begin, and under the splendid brilliance, there is also darkness.

Some are elated, while others are worried.The conspiracy has been prepared, and the poisoned wine has already been prepared.The assassin disguised himself and followed the benefactor into the governor's mansion.The guards had just finished their rounds, and riots were gathering momentum in the shadows.

However, the man whom everyone was looking forward to - the mysterious new governor has not yet appeared.

"The man will come."

People are anxious and tense, saying this repeatedly.

The guests came to the Governor's Palace one after another.

"My lord, please leave the weapon to us for safekeeping," said the captain of the guard.

"Please."

The masked lord An Tuo rudely threw the waist knife into the arms of the guard, and winked at the assassin who was pretending to be a dancer behind him.

"Servants also need to be registered..." The low-level civil servant looked at the male dancer in a daze, and almost forgot that he was still holding the registration book in his hand, "Ah...the name is..."

"Trand Eliol Farhad."

This "dancer" is indeed a man with a sexy figure and outstanding looks.

Like a strong lion, Trander was tall and burly, with half-length black curly hair hanging down to his shoulders.Honey-colored skin looks healthy and shiny, with broad shoulders and a thin waist.Strong dancers abound in the West Highlands, but this man has a pair of very charming green eyes, which suddenly makes this beauty look extremely expensive and hard to buy.

He is luxurious all over, wearing bloomers decorated with peacock feathers, and his upper body is bare, except for a peacock blue veil of expensive weavers hanging on his shoulders.The high forehead is crowned with caviar gold beads inlaid with turquoise, and the muscular chest and arms are decorated with brass grape leaf rings.

"Is this a gift for the governor?" The civil servant raised his eyelids timidly, and then hurriedly looked away.

"No, no, no, I was just hired... to dance. The governor doesn't need a big man as a gift." Trander shook his head in great distress, and howled regretfully in his heart.He shouldn't have pretended to be a mercenary in the first place... The lords were plotting to assassinate him, so why should he do it himself for such a trivial matter!Well now, he, a high-ranking official of the empire, the head of the Royal Knights, actually wants to wear such a motherfucker's clothes into the Governor's Mansion, maybe he really has to dance in public.

"This is my servant. He dances well. Bring it to the banquet to add to the fun." Lord An Tuo said.

"Then, Master Anharan, this way please, all the servants and gifts will go over there to wait for further inspection."

"Come and find me later." Lord An Tuo gestured.

Trand responded with an embarrassed smile.His role setting tonight is too complicated... an assassin, a target to be assassinated, and even a dancer. "It's a good thing Egg isn't here, otherwise it would be really miserable..." Thinking about it, Trander thought it would be good for me to kill myself, at least I wouldn't have to be ridiculed for two or three hundred years.

He sighed, and followed the guide to the promenade outside the palace.

In the distance, Trand saw a thousand glazed lamps shining. When he was a child, he often climbed to the barren hills outside the city to see the lamps from a height.This is how it looks from up close.

Compared with the majestic and cold Night Palace and Rose Palace of the empire, the old palace of the Gulbadi dynasty looks very small, but it can be described as extravagant.Intricate geometric stonework adorns every wall and dome.Gold foil and mother-of-pearl pieces rotate along hundreds of columns. When the lamp holder passes by, the light and shadow will move in the space, just like the soft and boneless curve of the snake dancer.

A wide boulder slope leads from the front garden to the audience hall of Ardashir Palace.The cornerstone under the hall is five meters high, and the colored glaze reliefs and gold leaf on the wall are flickering under the lights, showing the scene of worshipers of all nationalities offering sacrifices to the beautiful snake god sitting on the golden seat.The magnificence and exquisiteness of the stone carvings are astounding.Trand has seen multiple depictions of the "Sacrifice of Beauty" scene elsewhere, but this is by far the largest and grandest.But it's not surprising, after all, the former royal family of Gulbeti claimed to be descendants of the beautiful snake god, so of course they wanted to promote the belief in the beauty god.

"Um……"

Trander tasted it carefully, and felt that the beauty god with a snake's tail is quite sexy, and he can have it... Well, if Egg is such a mermaid...

"I can—!" Trander suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Huh?" The guide turned around in confusion.

Facing the mentally retarded gaze of the other party, Trander hurriedly shook his head in embarrassment, and lied that he was too nervous.

They came to an annex on the outskirts of the court, where servants and slaves were waiting.Trander looked around, but found no useful information, and was extremely bored.He wanted to smoke short cigarettes, but he didn't fit his current disguise.

Coincidentally, he saw more than a dozen beautiful girls gathered in the garden in front of the annex to enjoy the roses, so he happily went up to talk to the girls.

"What's so good about roses, beauties of the moon? Flowers aren't as attractive as yours," said Trand.

"Go away go away! Eh..."

The girls originally didn't want to talk to strange men, but when they saw Trand's face, they smiled shyly.

Trinde was triumphant, thinking that the girls should appreciate him.

The girls hesitated to speak, and whispered to their companions: "Hey, it turns out that the governor likes this, what should I do..."

"It's nothing compared to nothing."

"If it's good, then I really can't compete with this man... I'm going to embarrass my master."

Trander's ears were sharp, and he heard these whispers all at once: "Huh...? What does this mean?"

The girls laughed.

"I heard that the governor has no wives and concubines, so the lord gave us to the new governor as a gift. If we are lucky, we may also become concubines."

Being the governor is treated so well? ? ?Trander was startled, but then thought that he could only watch... and felt sad again. "Hey... you're so pretty..." Trander didn't dare to say the second part: It's a pity that the governor can't accept it.

"You are beautiful too, don't be discouraged." The girls comforted him.

"Ah? What's the use of my beauty..."

"You are also a gift for the governor, right? I heard that the people in the empire like a fit man like you. Do you have a lot of experience in serving people? Are you above or below?"

"No, no, no! I'm not a gift, the governor doesn't like men! The governor must be on top! I mean... I don't care what happens to that guy, anyway, I will always be on top." Trander yelled , feel wrong again.In order to save his dignity, he solemnly raised his index finger and said:

"The philosopher Orahan said: 'A man who can fuck his brother on it is the leader of the crowd'."

The girls were amused.

"Hehe, look, he's a gay."

"I'm not... oh, forget it..." Trand sighed, he has this problem, he can't help showing himself to the girls like a peacock, but he is often deflated.

The girls were very happy and no longer vigilant, "So at the banquet later, you just dance and perform?"

"Well...if I can, I don't want to jump...who wants to watch a big man twist and turn!"

Trander complained and gestured.In fact, he is quite good at dancing. His mother and sisters taught him before.

"We are also dancers in name. Weak and beautiful young dancers are quite popular, and strong male dancers like you are rare, but don't be discouraged, there is always someone who likes it."

"Sounds so perverted...!" Trander trembled.

"Ah, then you have to be careful, you will be whipped if you resist the master's request... It's better to be obedient, at least you won't be beaten half to death." A girl kindly reminded him.

Trand didn't speak.

"What's your name?" asked the other girl.

"Trand? Eliol Farhad." Of course it was a pseudonym.

"Farhad, the lover in the storybook~ What an interesting name." Curious girls surrounded Trander, teasing him with each other.

"Why do you have a middle name? Sounds like those Sybil lords."

Trander was also very happy: "Iriol, it's my wife's name, look, I still have a tattoo on my chest... This is also my wife." He pointed to his heart——

It was branded with a three-headed snake, but there was a nondescript pattern of a heart on the outside.

It looks as tacky as trying to slap "wife I love you forever" on an old family crest.

The girls showed indescribable expressions, but they couldn't help laughing happily when facing the elated Trander.

"Iriol? That's the name of a Sybil man." A girl who was more knowledgeable disrupted Trander on the spot.

Trander curled his lips and said proudly: "Amazing, isn't it? My wife is a man, so beautiful."

"Hahaha, he also said he's not gay."

"That's different!" Trander solemnly explained his principles: "I'm not gay, but my wife can be a man."

The girls laughed and sang to him the folk ballad about lovers:

"Farhad, Farhad~ You have as many wives as there are stars in the sky~ Beautiful stars, distant stars~ That's because~ Only when you are daydreaming~You have wives~"

"Humph!"

Trand pretended to be angry, but he was playing childishly with the girls.

They questioned each other and found that they were all of the same nationality, so they happily chatted in Gushan instead of Imperial or other languages ​​of the Western Highlands.They spoke in long trills, fast and lively.In fact, there is no need to ask too much, because the appearance of the Gushan people is very obvious. Both men and women have high nose bridges and deep eye sockets. They are worthy of the title of "Descendants of the Beautiful Snake God".

Trande is really happy, it feels like going back to when he was very young, he and his sisters sat around singing and telling stories.

Inadvertently, he glanced around, and suddenly saw guards and low-level civil servants staring at him and the girls.That kind of greedy and contemptuous look, like a lowly hyena coveting this weaker pika.He instantly understood what those people were thinking: the Gushan people were originally the rulers of the dynasty, but now they are reduced to dancers, begging for survival by selling their beauty.

This thought suddenly angered Trander.

He thought of his mother.

"What's the matter, Farhad with a wife?" A girl noticed the change in Trand.

The anger was suppressed in an instant, and Trander showed a kind smile again: "No, Xiaolu~ I was thinking that all the moons in the world combined are not as beautiful as my wife."

"Hey, you are such a shameless man."

"Hahaha, that's not true~ Only shameless and skinless people can pursue peerless beauties."

They joked and had a good, lighthearted time.After that, the messenger came and told them to wait in another place in the palace.

Trand walked with the girls who were also dancers, looking so conspicuous that even the maids of the court couldn't help peeking at them.Because this is a group of beauties wearing veils, wearing tulle and metal ornaments, and the ankle bells ringing when they walk.

As he passed the garden on the east side of the palace, Trende suddenly felt a familiar atmosphere.He looked back instinctively, and saw an "acquaintance" sitting in a pavilion in the distance talking and laughing with a nobleman.

"Yeah, it's over."

Trander thumped in his heart, and suddenly felt that the sky was falling apart.

Coincidentally, the man also saw Trand, and even raised the gold cup to flirt with him.

That was his thousand moons, his curse, and his emeralds...

Egg Swards Gorgon.

Egg was sitting there, looking at Trent with a smile, and then deliberately made an intimate look, and said something to the man beside him.

Trander suddenly became angry and thought to himself: "Who is that man! Get the hell out of here, stay ten meters away from Egg!" He then thought, that might be the old governor——Baron Duvin.But why was the baron so respectful to Egg?Trand knew, it must be that the damned crown prince wrote again, sending someone to harass his Egg.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath.

At this time, the guards around the old governor came over and issued an order to them: "His Excellency Egg Swards said: 'That man with black skin and green eyes is good, he is a beautiful woman, and he must dance at the banquet tonight. '"

"what?"

"Hahaha, look, look, the new governor likes you and calls you a 'beauty'. I'm afraid he will call you to warm the bed tonight."

The dancers couldn't help laughing.

"My God, can I be more unlucky...?" Trander looked over there miserably.

Egg took the opportunity to make a grimace gloating at his misfortune, and then instantly restored the indifferent and arrogant look of the nobleman, drinking with the baron.

Trand is really desperate...

He is the governor of the western plateau, a man with many stars holding the moon, but he has to appear at his performance banquet in the clothes of a dancer.

"Forget it, as long as the wife is happy, nothing else matters! That's what a real man wants... woo woo!"

The poor big lion can only comfort himself in this way.