Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

Wang felt that he had raised a group of fake Uruk people.

Don't the bastards always have sober minds, insisting on taking their absurd imaginations as reality and still believing in them.

The king was choked by the crying of the Uruk people who had been raised for nothing. For a while, his face changed a little, which was quite beautiful.

——During this period, Gilgamesh was not ignorant of a certain "rumor" that was widely circulated throughout the city of Uruk.

He listened to it, at most he dismissed it as a refreshing joke, and didn't take it to heart at all.

After all, Wang is a self-centered standard model, and it is impossible to get along with the people.

Even if there is a "beauty" who is favored by him, it should be taken for granted, there is no need for strange things.

The bastards like this kind of false anecdote compiled from only a few traces, whatever you think, and it has nothing to do with the high-ranking king.

Wang obviously decided that when the unnecessary "beauty" disappears, people who just pay attention to his private life have nothing to gossip about, and they will naturally forget these little things.

however.

The king also obviously - has a big misunderstanding of his people.

A group of people held a knife that was simply cut into two pieces, and they were devastated in front of the king with a cross on his forehead. The eyes looking at the king revealed hope in addition to mourning.

"King, don't worry about us. Even if we know that you are mourning in your heart, we will not say it to make you angry."

Wang's eyebrows were raised to the point of trembling. He said the facts again, but it didn't work. He wasted his tongue and said it again.

He said: "What are you repairing? Where did you come from, the princess. If you have nothing to do, go home and stay for me!"

It is true that people who had nothing to do went back, but they still did not forget the important things before they dispersed.

The broken knife was solemnly entrusted to the king's feet.

——Since the king didn't reach out to pick it up, it could only be placed at his feet.

"Come on! Only you can save the princess! Ah, our king, the great Gilgamesh, how can your forbearance and affection keep us from crying."

Wang (like a stick in his throat): "..."

This is also the first time.

Quite commemorative, the king who has always used his own will to force others, experienced the oppressive feeling of being forcibly misunderstood and certified by others.

He is now a virtuous king, not a tyrant, and even if he wants to punish a mindless bastard, he has to be reasonable.

So the bastards respected him and were not at all afraid of him.

Wang felt even more aggrieved.

What to do now?It is not Wang's style to hold back his anger, and it seems that he can't find someone to vent his anger for a while.

--Oh.

On a whim, Wang had another idea.

——Then take the knife that dared to despise the king even if it was cut off, and take it back to melt it.

Sure enough, it still needs to be melted into molten iron.

Thinking of this, Wang felt a little more at ease.

I don't know if it's because I can vent my suppressed anger, or because I have a reasonable reason to bring the broken knife back—probably the former one.

Therefore, the king did not leave the broken knife in the wilderness, but brought it back to Uruk.

The knife was broken, and the two halves of the broken knife were covered with scattered grains like snowflakes.

The original moon marks can still be seen a little bit, but when Wang suddenly had a thought, he put the two cut-off knives in front of him and pieced them together.

Miserable and unbearable to see.

When they were separated, they didn't have such a strong feeling, but when they were reunited, the previously disliked broken lines were not so noticeable.

All attention was drawn to the crossed streak.

The presence of the biggest crack here symbolizes that the knife has really been completely broken, and it looks even more abrupt when put together.

Not so long ago, it was still extremely beautiful.

Precisely because he has seen perfection that is rare in the world, now looking at the huge contrast between before and after, it makes Wang feel very unpleasant, very unpleasant.

Then destroy it.

There is nothing to regret, the treasure has become scrap iron, and it is meaningless to keep it or not.

It should have been destroyed as soon as it was brought back, but Wang paused for a while, just because he remembered the look of the knife looking at him at the end.

Even if it made him unhappy, it was the way it was.

The beautiful young man was silently climbed up by the physical crack, and there was no fear or anxiety in his eyes, only his disapproval of his "master".

Wang remembered his look.

……

Ok, now it can be destroyed.

Wang is planning to do just that.

"Ah, Wang, are you finally going to fix that kid! It's such good news, I'm so happy, I'm going to tell everyone—"

Wang: "...Come back, Siduri! Don't tell this king, you, the high priest, have to listen to those inexplicable rumors."

If even the most knowledgeable and loyal high priest around the king fell, the king would definitely be furious.

Siduri asked, "Rumors? Wang, what do you mean?"

"Ah, so it was that." Before Wang Zhen got angry, Siduri picked up the words by herself: "Yes, I am very clear that people have misunderstood you..."

"However." The high priest said: "I also see the child's admiration for you and your concern for the child. In this way, shouldn't he return to your side again? ? With him around, you seem to feel a little more relaxed."

Pure nonsense - Wang wanted to reprimand like this.

However, before the reprimand, the wise Wang inexplicably moved slightly in his heart, as if he had finally noticed something that he hadn't paid attention to.

His expression was slightly weird: "You made the mess?"

Siduri looked back at Wang seriously: "Huh? Wang, what did you say?"

Logically speaking, even if this is an era of gods and magic, normal people would not easily accept the setting that "the princess is a knife".

Wang didn't feel right until now.

The swarms of bastards who swarmed here that day were too fast, and their thoughts changed even more quickly.

If there is no psychological preparation in advance and no knowledge of the truth, it is absolutely impossible to go so fast.

therefore.

Wang looked at the solemn high priest who seemed to know nothing, and couldn't help but feel subtle again.

"You bastard, after so many actions, do you think that the king will not punish you?"

"How could it be, king. Everything I do is for the sake of the king and Uruk." Siduri smiled, and saw that the king did not lose his temper, and her guess all along became more certain.

"So—when does the king plan to have your pious servant come back?"

Wang snorted coldly, and slammed the broken knife in his hand down the steps of the throne.

Just leave it there and forget about it for now.

He didn't talk about repairing, of course, he didn't talk about melting the poor broken knife.

that's it.

The two cut-off knives lay quietly before the king's throne for several days.

Finally, on a certain day, Wang felt that seeing the unsightly scrap iron that changed from beauty to ugliness was really annoying, and the ardent expectations of the stupid people including the high priest also made him even more annoying.

Under the irritability, Wang accidentally remembered that there seemed to be magic props in his treasure house that could restore this rag to its original state.

It doesn't take any advanced magic to repair this knife, it's just a matter of the king raising his hand casually.

With the fundamental purpose of "making the bastards less noisy in his ears", Wang Mian took the trouble to repair the knife.

It was a very simple reshaping. After a second, the broken knife that was about to be shattered into slag returned to its original smooth and flat appearance, and the new moon also fell on the calm lake again.

It's just "fixed" though, with the broken pieces of iron joining together.As for whether the repaired knife can turn into a human again, that is out of Wang's consideration.

Well.

If that guy is really lucky.

Wang wanted to ask him a question.

Ask him—how bold and arrogant must he be to dare to look at himself with those eyes.

It's that look.

Sure enough, I was still brooding and impressed.

*****

He woke up.

Still floating up from the chaotic darkness, the muddled consciousness sensed a glimmer of light, and suddenly grabbed it and got out.

...However, there are some differences.

Dao's current mood is not as calm as it appears on the surface.

Mainly doubts.

He raised his hand to his eyes, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he saw, it was still in human form.

No blackening, no unsightly cracks running down the arms.This hand was still so slender, even the nails were neatly manicured, and it was as white as jade, like a carefully decorated work of art.

That's why it feels strange.

Dao thought about it carefully, and thought that although his memory had faults, it should not be wrong.

He broke.

To the sword, to break is to die.He is probably no exception as the main body is a knife. In the end, it was broken once, so why is he standing here intact at this time?

The answer came quickly.

Dao finished sizing himself up—looked at him carefully, and then solemnly felt the strangeness in himself that he didn't know whether it was good or bad. After doing the above things, he raised his eyes.

Looking straight ahead, an extremely dazzling man appeared in the center of his vision.

With blond hair and red eyes, he is extremely handsome, but his expression is as ugly as ever.

Oh, no hallucinations, he really was—

"Can you understand my king's words?"

The blond man sat on the throne, resting his head on one hand, only squinting his eyes.

This scene is almost a replica of when they first met.

Dao looked at Wang, whom he did not expect to see again.

"Ah."

"Very good." Wang Oh said, quite satisfied that he didn't become an idiot after he came back to life: "Come here."

However, he stood still.

Wang raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, master, I'm feeling tired."

He said.

"It's uncomfortable. After all, my whole body was broken once. There may be some bones that haven't been connected properly. I can't walk around, and I may feel tired if I stand for a while. I can't do anything, and I can't help..."

Wang: "...So what! This king keeps you, what can you do?"

Knife: "As your collection."

His tone was neither salty nor weak, neither humble nor overbearing.

However, there are thorns in the words, unscrupulous, and painful.

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