throne fire

The air in the room froze in an instant, Aslan thought that Suo Jia would shout at the guards angrily, but he just drew back and stood in front of Gera's bed, "You can't take her away."

"Your Highness, even if it's your order, I don't listen to it." Durakaze replied, his strong love for his sister made him lose his mind.

"I didn't order you," Suoga's former aura disappeared, his heart was deeply affected by guilt, and his voice became weak, "I...I am asking you."

"Request?" Durakaze looked at Suojia suspiciously. He shouldn't doubt a child, and he should also realize how rough his words were to a child, but as the brother protecting his younger sister, he lost control.

"I didn't want her to die," Suo Jia said with difficulty, "I just forgot to excuse her before going out, and as a result she... she just kept kneeling like this."

Durakaze believes that this is true. Gala has always been like this. She always takes things on herself and bears them silently. She never provokes troubles. In many cases, she can sacrifice herself and take care of the overall situation.

"You can't take her out of here." Suo Jia repeated, "Before she became my personal maid, the queen mother persuaded me for a long time, but I didn't change my mind to anger you. Later, the emperor agreed My decision, but he wants me to bear the consequences of my choice." The prince's eyes became firm again, "I caused her illness, so I should be responsible for making her recover."

Durakaze murmured in a trance, "She has been in poor health, and she needs the most subtle care."

"I can do it." Suo Jia raised his voice, "I will let my best doctor see her, and I will go to the temple to pray for her, so... let her stay."

Reason gradually returned to the teacher's eyes. He looked at his sister lying on the bed, and then at the two boys standing aside, "If it's an order, I can't disobey it, but after she recovers..."

"She can't leave." Suo Jia reiterated again, "You are the same."

"Me?" Durakaze recovered from his trance.

"Yes, you." Soga said, "Among all my teachers, only you dare to order me, you make me feel very uncomfortable, but listening to your stories is so interesting, you think I will let you go easily ?"

Durakaze felt that it was ridiculous that he was having trouble with a child, but he suddenly understood the reason why Suojia kept making troubles. He liked to listen to him in class but refused to admit it. I don't know how to express my love to a person, he will deliberately target those he likes, just because he wants to attract the attention of the other party, the belated comprehension made him show a shallow smile, "Your Highness, you still Do you want to keep torturing me?"

"Yes, tortured to death." Suo Jia laughed.

The little prince did not make a mistake. He wanted to grow into a man who could bear the consequences. He kept in mind his father's diligent teaching: while the gods gave us rights, they also entrusted us with great responsibilities.Although he is only a child, he has been strictly demanding himself in his heart. He wants to prove that he can become Ram one day, and become the veritable king of the Mu dynasty.

The dawn was shining across the river, and Aslan was standing on the stone steps waiting for Suojia who had returned from praying in the Temple of the Sun. When the dazzling red sacrificial robe came into view, he greeted him.

"Are prayers over?"

"Ah."

"how do you feel?"

This was the first time that Suo Jia was allowed to enter the Sun Temple alone, and his face was still full of excitement, "It feels like I am Ram."

"Son of Ram, one day you will become Ram."

"The future King of Atlantis, what shall we do next?"

In the past two days, Gela has woken up from a coma, but her body is still very weak. Durakadze will visit her sister almost whenever she has time, and in order to give them more opportunities to spend time alone, simply Jia rarely returned to his room.The servants complained a lot. They thought that the prince was so compassionate that he actually gave up his room for a little maid, but this also won Suo Jia a lot of reputation, and other palaces were spreading this good story. They directly called the son of Ram the son of Ra, the son of God.

buzz buzz buzz

The horn in the distance came from the river at this moment, and the two boys looked at the group of ships at the same time.

"Is it a celebration?" asked Aslan.

"No," bright red flags fluttered on the sails, "it's a tribute."

"For Ram?"

"Dedicated to the gods." Soga patted Aslan's shoulder, "Come with me, let's go somewhere."

The boat staggered and arrived at the destination on the other side of the palace. Suo Jia jumped off the single-leaf boat first, and the twelve immortals followed behind the children.

The sun hid in the clouds at this moment, and the temple built by Suolang's original stone stood lonely on the yellow sand. Soon, they walked into the temple, and a narrow and straight passage appeared in front of them. The stone walls on both sides looked towering. Cloud, except for the ingenious wall carvings, does not have any extravagant decorations, it is as simple as an elder.

"This temple was built in the Sona Dynasty." Soga led the way, "It was originally a prayer hall built by King Sona for his mother, but the project stopped suddenly at the later stage, and now there is only a piece of land behind the temple. ruins."

The ancient scrolls on the wall appeared in front of them as if traveling through time and space.

A distant unknown deity sits on a legendary flamingo with a fire giant in its beak, whose claws uproot the tree of life

From then on, the evil spirits hid in the cave in fear, lest they be burned to ashes by the holy fire in the hands of the gods.

After walking for a long distance, the only colored mural appeared in the sight of the children. In the painting, Atlans, the founder of the Atlantean Dynasty, intersected with Ramsona, and they It seemed that they were saying some oath, and the sky behind them was rendered with a golden light, and there was a white shadow in the center of the light.

"Who is that?" asked Aslan.

"It is Yin, the god of life and all things." An immortal behind him replied.

"Aslan," Soga, who had already stopped walking, faced him at this moment, "give me your hand."

He stretched out his hand, while Suo Jia held it firmly, and they made the same movement according to the images of the two great kings on the mural, "I brought you here to tell you that you are here in Mu The mainland is not alone, because your ancestors did it too."

"Sauga."

"We will be as great as they are, and we will create a more glorious era than them."

Their hands held together even more forcefully, "I, son of Ram, swear here that you, Aslan of Atlantis, will be the most important brother in my life."

The road leading to the ruins behind the temple was broken in the middle, and a bottomless crack lay across the only passage. They stood in front of the crack and looked at the piles of strange boulders in the distance. They were carved into In the shape of a human being, they all face the east and look up at the sky.

When she returned to the palace, Ge La was able to get out of bed and walk. She was about to salute gratefully, but Suo Jia stepped forward and supported her, "If you have the spirit, why not tell me a story at night, and listen to your brother Said that you can tell stories better than him."

"The prince has won the prize."

"So can I sleep in my own bed tonight?" Soga giggled, "Thanks to Aslan for taking me in these few days, otherwise I would have to go to my mother's palace to sleep."

"Waiting for Your Royal Highness."

"What do you think she looks like?" Soga asked Aslan.

"Senna spotted deer."

"Well," the little prince smiled brighter, "it's not a bold animal anyway."

At night, Suo Jia climbed into his bed early, and he lifted the quilt and said to Ge La, who was kneeling beside the bed, "Come up."

"Uh?"

"Come up and tell me a story."

Suo Jia's attitude towards her changed a lot, but Gela was still a little timid. She slowly climbed onto his bed and sat as far away from him as possible, while Suo Jia moved his body and rested his head on her On the knee, "What will you talk about? Durakadze said that you have read more than five hundred books."

"It's 620 seven books." Gela corrected proudly.

"Then tell me your favorite story."

Gala then talked about Ramgaran.

"All girls like him." Soga muttered.

"He is God in our hearts."

"what about me?"

"You are Gela's master and also Gela's prince."

"I don't want to be your master," Soga protested dissatisfied, "I want to take his place and become the only god in your heart."

"You are already a child of God." Ge La reminded him.

"That's not enough." The little prince closed his eyes and whispered.