Atlas Battle Song

The banquet is still going on.

When Egg Swalders returned to the banquet, everyone was surprised, because the young man had changed from the imperial dress to the tunic of the West Plateau.

The regal outfit suited Egg perfectly, with a long belt embroidered with gold and turquoise splinters showing off his slender waist.He no longer wore imperial riding boots, but put on purple pointed sandals embroidered with pearls and caviar gold beads, revealing his slender ankles.When the young man walked by, the smooth quartz floor of the palace was filled with golden streamers.

In the candlelight, the reflection of the beauty passed by the spring, indifferent, noble and sultry.

"Ah, Your Excellency..."

The baron could not help but be fascinated, and so were the guests.It seems that the scenery of tonight is here——

The moon in the world, a beauty like a blade.

"Damn it, Trand missed..."

Seeing that Yi Ge was still alive, An Tuo, who was wearing a mask, was very angry.You shouldn't believe that that bragging mercenary can have the skills of an assassin.He made some calculations... Since the assassination of the governor failed, he had to adopt another plan.

"Your Excellency, we are all waiting for your return!"

A bearded lord raised his glass to toast and flattered Egg, "Your attire is really beautiful and noble, like the silver blade of Balker, like the pearls of the Sea of ​​Snakes."

"Oh."

Egg sat down, lazily leaning on the embroidered cushion, and stroked the peacock that flew in front of him.

The dark-haired Sybil beauty had a drunken flush on her face.Among the silky black hair, the gold tassels of the grape leaf earrings gleamed and hung down, drooping on his loosely opened neckline, revealing the hickey marks on the collarbone and shoulders.

"Go ahead," he said.

Anyone can guess what just happened in the inner room, people are jealous of that man.

Baron Du Wen tried to find a topic: "It turns out that your Excellency is interested in the costumes of the Western Plateau, but I never wear them. After all, imperial costumes are more..."

"Trand Muawia is here," Egg said casually.

"!"

"He's coming now," Egg smiled and stroked the peacock's neck. "How about it, is the 'little surprise' to welcome him ready?"

"of course."

The baron smiled knowingly.

The poisoned wine was ready, and once Trande Muawia was present, a special golden cup would be presented to the new Viceroy from the handmaid.The gold cup is a gift from the Khalkha lord.Once Trand died, the charge of poisoning would fall on these stupid lords.

"Not bad." Egg asked again: "Why, you are not interested in what I did just now? You don't want to write a letter to the crown prince, saying that I have an affair with a lowly West Plateau gigolo?"

"Ahem!" The baron took a sip of his wine, and quickly pursed his lips with a silk scarf: "Of course not, your Excellency is just a small joke. Besides, your vision is really good. That man has a sexy body and dances amazingly. It should be a high-end plaything."

"The bed work is also good."

"The West Plateau is just as good. You can find all kinds of beauties." The baron still couldn't help but glance at Yi Ge, seeing the wound on his collarbone, "Did that thing hurt you?"

"Lion, the paws were confiscated while playing."

The baron was thinking about how to continue the conversation, when he heard Egg say in an extremely pleasant voice: "Oh, Sir Trand Muawia is here."

"Mu... what???"

For a moment, the scene in front of him left the Baron speechless.

There was also a burst of exclamation during the banquet. None of the lords understood what was going on, and An Tuo, who was wearing a mask, was even more stunned.

"Wait, that man? What...!"

"impossible……"

The sound of steady footsteps came, and people turned their heads one after another.

A tall military officer came into the audience hall.

He is tall and straight, dressed in military uniform, with a scimitar from the western plateau and a long sword commonly used by the empire pinned to his waist.But the most eye-catching thing is the right hand of the man. On the black leather glove, he wears the "Crown of Ardashir" bestowed by the emperor, the symbol of the Governor of the Western Plateau.

The emerald green eyes are dignified.

"Good evening everyone, I am Trande Muawia, the head of the Seventh Royal Knights, the Earl of Gorgon, and..."

Trand smiled.

"The new Governor of the Western Plateau."

The gigolo just now turned out to be the new governor? !

In an instant, the faces of many lords turned green.

The red-haired female lord laughed, whistled and applauded: "Interesting! He's a man, he dances so well!"

"Thank you, ma'am." Trander bowed in a serious manner.

"No way... no way!"

"But the man's skin color... Is he from the West Plateau? Will the empire appoint a West Plateau person as the governor?"

Trand shook his ears and turned to the whispering direction: "Answer your question: I am half-Sybyl, and my mother is a Gushan."

He looked at An Tuo who was wearing a mask.The face under the mask must be full of horror at the moment.

"and many more……"

Some people still don't believe it.

"If you are really a governor, why... why do you want to be a gigolo..." As he spoke, the man's words disappeared, and the expressions of the other lords became more nervous.It's like meeting a tiger on a narrow mountain road.

Trent shrugged, sat down at the main table, and pulled Egg into his arms without any hassle.

"That, of course, is to make the beauty happy."

"you……"

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Trander picked up a maraschino cherry, put it in his mouth, and fed the cherry to his lover with a long kiss.He wrapped his arms around Yi Ge's waist, brazenly declaring his ownership to everyone.

"Like it, sweetheart?"

Trand smiled.

"so so."

Egg looked away, leaning obediently in Trent's arms.

The "Governor" and the gigolo actually switched identities!

The baron's scalp was numb with anger for a moment, and his fists were clenched tightly.The Baron clearly realized that he was deceived by Iggy Swards!Although he didn't know if Yi Ge was in a relationship with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it was obvious that Yi Ge had slept with Trander just now.The baron further thought that maybe Egg Swards was using the two men's obsession with him to gain benefits... The noble young master who is arrogant and cold on the surface is just a high society bitch in secret.

The baron was angry in his heart, but he couldn't show it. He could only smile politely: "Welcome, Sir Trande Muawia! I have heard that you have made great achievements in battle and are deeply trusted by His Majesty. Now finally It is a great honor to see the honor, and it is indeed dignified. May God bless you."

"May God bless you, His Excellency Baron Duwen." Trand greeted indifferently and politely.

"But, how come..."

Several lords were speechless with embarrassment, because they had discussed at the banquet that they wanted to buy the male dancer as a bed partner.

Trand smiled at them: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not a prostitute, did I disappoint you?"

"Lord Governor..."

"As for you," Trande respected the oldest priest, Mel Harding, "thank you for praising me for the standard of the sacrificial dance. Because my grandmother used to be the priest of Yaxu's Temple of Beauty... Although I Haven't seen her either."

The old priest stood up with his snake stick supporting his body, and saluted him tremblingly: "I respectfully welcome you, Your Excellency Governor. I never thought that you are a descendant of the previous dynasty, and a servant of Lord Beautiful Snake God... This is really rare .If Lord Beauty and the former kings of Gulbeti know that you have become the new owner of this palace, they must be very pleased."

Hearing this, An Tuo, who was wearing a mask, got up angrily: "Master Melhardin, how can you say such ridiculous things as a priest!"

"Is it ridiculous?" The old man asked back with a serious tone.

Trand was silent, observing.

An Tuo wanted to reprimand, but held back, perhaps because he considered that now is not the time.

But Trand continued: "Master Antuo Anharan, you want to say this: 'This Ardashir Palace belongs to the descendants of the Gushan royal family, not a mixed bastard.'"

There was silence.

"Don't feel embarrassed to say it, I'm used to it," Trander smiled and kissed Egg in his arms, "Anyway, I'm treated as a bastard everywhere. What's wrong? Mixed blood should be healthier, you said Don't you, Baron?"

"..."

Egg didn't care about these disputes at all, he just lay down leisurely and played with Trent's earlobe: "The lion's ears are round."

The old priest took a step forward: "It is a sad thing to only pursue pure bloodlines. For hundreds of years, the Gushan royal family has been marrying close relatives in order to maintain the bloodline of the snake god. The father marries the daughter, and the brothers and sisters become husband and wife... until the end of the dynasty. However... ..."

"Enough is enough to shut up!" An Tuo, who was wearing a mask, shouted.

Trand said coldly: "It's not your turn to intervene, let the priest finish."

"Thank you..." The old priest continued, "However, the Gulbeti royal family went to extremes, and in order to obtain the power of the snake god, they only pursued pure blood, and finally pushed the incompetent prince to the throne... The result was completely The land was defeated by the Sibyls. What is the end? The temple was robbed, the 'Bone of the Serpent God' was burned, and the Gulbeti Dynasty completely perished."

Baron Du Wen said indifferently: "Old man, I'm not here to give you a lecture tonight. Sit down." Seeing that the old governor was unhappy, the priest could only retreat silently.

Looted temple?

Egg heard it, and planned to sneak in to play next time.But now he was a little sleepy, so he lay comfortably in Trand's arms and dozed off.

After hearing the quarrel, Trand raised his head with a sneer.Some people with a guilty conscience avoided his gaze.

He said: "You may know very little about me. But everyone must have heard about the series of weird events that happened in the city last night...these are all my orders. I have many 'friends' in the city, far away. Better than the finest assassins you can hire."

Trander smiled mysteriously, and gently stroked Egg's chin, as if hugging a clingy cat.

"You are dissatisfied with the empire, forming factions for personal gain, and trying to get more power. Do you think these 'little tricks' can be hidden from my eyes? You sent assassins to assassinate me, and you also tried to assassinate people who opposed your position. You have Some people have made a lot of money from business, but they are so despicable that they don’t even share a sip of water with ordinary people.”

No one dared to speak.

The Governor's tone was gentle, but stern as a whip.

"Lord Governor!"

A wounded man was supported by an attendant and struggled to stand up.The man had a bandage wrapped around his abdomen, and he appeared to have suffered a knife wound.

"What's wrong with you? If you're injured..." Trander asked.

The man suddenly knelt down exaggeratedly.

"This is..." Trander was taken aback, and Egg, who was sleeping in his arms, was also startled.

The wounded man knelt down to Trand with the courtesy of a king.

"Your Excellency, I am Gidaen Shah, the lord of Gundha in the north. I was resting at home yesterday when an assassin broke in and killed my servants and guards. If it wasn't for that lord who rescued me, Now I should be a dead man. As for who sent the assassins to kill me... I think those shameless people are here too."

The wounded man looked at Egg gratefully.

"Ok?"

Trand narrowed his eyes in confusion.

As far as he knew, Gundha was located in the north, close to the mainland of the empire.Its lord is the leader of the "pro-imperial faction" among the countries in the western plateau, and can be regarded as an important ally of Trande.

Wait... He just remembered that Egg killed an assassin for no reason when he was out playing.Could it be that the man saved by Egg is the lord of Gundesa?Because of Egg's murder before, Trand was so worried that he couldn't sleep at night.But now it seems that Egg has inadvertently saved his important ally and helped him a lot...

"Oh, you have a cute little black cat." Egg woke up and took a fig to eat.

Hearing this, the conspirators were terrified.

The injured lord was supported to stand up, and he complained emotionally to the banquet:

"Shameless villains, I advise you to be self-aware! Your lord governor already knows all your shameful things. Just because of your different positions, you actually sent someone to assassinate me. What a despicable act..."

"Ah."

Trander lowered his head and smiled deeply, as if everything was under control... In fact, he was at a loss a minute ago.

"Lord Governor..."

The old priest knelt down in front of Trand: "My lord, please listen to the crazy words of this old man. The counties in the western plateau were once united under the rule of the Gulbeti royal family, the culture was prosperous, and the people's livelihood was stable... ...Nowadays, the empire only cares about the annual donations and taxes of the counties and states, and does not interfere in other aspects. As a result, disputes between small countries, cities and cities, and even ethnic groups that were originally close to their compatriots have become increasingly fierce……"

"Old man, what on earth are you going to say?" Baron Duwen crossed his arms impatiently.

The old man took a deep breath and put the snake stick in his hand.

"Assassinations, riots, bandits, and increasingly rampant human trafficking in the black market in the south. Not to mention other counties, just the capital Kald... The drought the year before last killed many civilians, many of them were elderly and children... …poor women have to sell themselves in order to feed their children, and it is difficult for the sick to drink clean water.”

Trande sat upright: "You really threw me a lot of problems."

"My lord governor, if you also have the blood of the Goddess of Beauty, if your ancestors once sat on the golden throne of Ardashir Palace and ruled the fertile and barren western plateau countries... then you are responsible."

The old man spoke these words almost with a determination to die.

The priest's words were quite offensive, almost accusing the previous governor of inaction.

But Baron Du Wen did not criticize, after all, his purpose was not in these minutiae.The Baron was still biding his time.If he can successfully kill Trande Muawia with poison tonight, then he has made great contributions to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...that is, the future emperor.

Trand stepped down from the high platform of the audience hall and helped the kneeling old man up.

"Lord Governor..."

"Thank you, Master Mel Harding, God will reward your integrity and courage." Trand smiled gently, and was about to say—

"and many more!"

A decisive cry made all the lords of the counties look at the speaker——