Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

May in Babylon.

The sun shone high on the unshaded plain.

The slightly cool wind blows lazily across the huge palace built on the water surface, flapping the white veils, dispelling a trace of scorching heat and bringing a slight coolness.

Although it is not the hottest season, for an outsider named Luolai, the climate and heat of Babylon are really difficult enough.

Little Luo Lai sticks out his tongue, wears briefs, and sticks his tail and one foot out of the bird's nest carelessly, and his body becomes a steaming mouse cake in the bird's nest.

The two emerald green peas were looking at the high and wide dome propped up by the huge white stone pillars, and their ears were listening to the reports and discussions of the state affairs of Sirik and other ministers, as well as the bass voice of Sartu's indifferent response...

The gauze curtain flutters, the water jingles and beats,

The sound of birds and beasts playing in the water is close to my ears.

If it weren't for the fact that it was about to suffer from heat stroke, it would have a sense of tranquility and leisure.

Luo Lai was not resistant to heat in his previous life, and it seems that he still hasn't made much progress in this life.

Finally unable to bear it, it turned over pitifully in the nest, sat up and grabbed the edge of the bird's nest, and looked at the bastard owner who put it on the top of the mudstone slab on the table to prevent it from escaping to play.

The man with light honey-colored skin rarely took off his golden armor to keep cool. He only wore a white robe around his waist and tied a gold gem belt, and sat with his legs bent on the soft cushion in front of the low table.

Arms with golden armbands,

Adam's apple of the neck wearing a round neck thick necklace,

And the naked upper body with muscular lines that make people want to touch...

Sartu, whose black hair was combed back, shone like the ruby ​​on the gold earring on his left ear.

And its body, the Sword of the Wise King, is in the hands of the powerful and handsome Mad King of Babylon, and has never been let go.

Luo Lai admired the handsome face of its bastard master for a while, and hummed softly at him with a milky voice.

Sartu, who was still holding a mudstone slab in his hand while talking to the minister, gave a pause.

Sirik and the other ministers noticed it and stopped talking in time, their eyes followed the honorable monarch and fell on a certain little 'Lai'.

"what happened?"

Sartu put down the slate, rubbed his fingers against Luo Lai's chubby face.

Amber pupils have a patience that they never had when facing humans.

Luo Lai lowered his head sadly, taking the opportunity to wipe the sweat on his fingers.

Master bastard, look at the sweat on my forehead, save the child, the child is going to die of heat!

Sartu rubbed the wet sweat stains on his fingers, and slowly frowned, "Aren't you a sword, why are you so afraid of heat?"

What's the matter with the sword?

Can't the sword be afraid of heat? !

Luo Lai puffed out his chest in spite of himself: "Puff!" It's hot!

Sartu: "...tsk."

Delicate bag.

With helplessness and irritability towards the coquettish pet, Sartu beckoned the maid to fetch ice cubes from his freezer.

Ice cubes were a luxury that was more expensive than gold in ancient Babylon that was nearly 4000 years old. Sartu rarely used them at ordinary times. Only in the hot summer of July would the icehouse be opened for exclusive use.

However, since Sartu gave it a piece of Luo Lai's heat dizziness last time, Wang's ice store has been targeted by the 'greedy' little monsters.

One today, one tomorrow.

Do you dare not give it?

The brazen little monster turns into a little devil every minute, and does everything he can to act coquettishly and play cute!

If you don't give it to me, I will lie on your feet and cry, and use the king's robe to wipe your nose by the way.

Sartu, who had bulging veins on his forehead, couldn't really hit it. After all, according to Sartu's hand strength, with one punch, Luolai could have another life.

As for scolding?

Rollei: Come on!Scold me!Labor and management have never won a fight, and they have never lost a quarrel!

You can't fight, you can't even throw it aside.

As the 'Mad Lion of Babylon', Sartu finally experienced the emotion of helplessness in his lifetime...

The ice cubes were quickly taken over carefully by the maid, wrapped in a cotton towel and placed on a plate, and the king's pet and its bird's nest were placed on it.

A trace of air-conditioning drilled into the bird's nest through the fabric, the cold mist drifted, and the smoked Luo Lai was happy.

Taking advantage of the wind brought by the maid's gentle fan, Luolai nestled back into the bird's nest and went to take a nap.

Of course, before going to sleep, it still didn't forget to flatter the hapless owner who contributed ice:

Master is the best~

The master is the most handsome~

love you~

mua!

...Don't give ice cubes cursing, give ice cubes cute and cute, it can be said to be a scumbag.

"small thing!"

Sartu snorted, stroked Luo Lai's smooth back and fleshy buttocks with his fingers, hooked up with the slender tail before giving up the good touch, and picked up the mudstone board to signal Xilik and the others to continue.

Mesopotamia was flooded by rivers into the plains. In spring, when the winter snow on the mountains melted and floods flooded, fertile soil was brought in, and it was time for planting and farming.

Of course, it was also the time when Babylon had the most abundant water resources and the most prosperous commercial interactions.

Repair of canal piers, agricultural irrigation management, caravan trade, and applications for various large-scale sacrificial activities and temple construction, etc.

As the king of Babylon, Sartu has been busy recently.

Every day at five o'clock in the morning, the day's government affairs will start, and after dinner, he will be busy in the small meeting hall with Xilik and other assistant officers and district prosecutors until late at night.

As Sartu's small mobile medicine bag, Luo Lai felt tired just following him, and could no longer say good things about being king.

So knowing that Sartu worked hard, Luo Lai didn't feel embarrassed to continue to disturb him, and slowly fell asleep listening to their conversation...

I don't know how long I slept.

The glaring sun outside turned into a glamorous glow, and the icy water soaking through the bird's nest made Luolai feel a little uncomfortable. When he woke up from his sleep, there were vague conversations in his ears.

"...This time the flood flooded the lower river basin and destroyed several water trade routes and docks. The slaves are currently speeding up the repairs, which should not affect the arrival of envoys from other countries."

"No problem, except for Egypt, there should be no other countries going by water."

"Indeed, other surrounding countries and tribes such as Maleku, Nineveh Eshenenna, Mari, and Ishmedagan have all responded to your invitation and set off. The envoys who will send the letter will arrive at the residence soon. The specific list has been announced. After tidying up, you still have to look here—"

"Here is a letter from Assyria. The Assyrian king said that the Assyrians who were captured when you took the sword of the wise king before, he hoped that he could exchange for his own people through this banquet."

"Redemption of slaves?"

"Interesting—Lesha."

"You personally lead people to check the identities of those slaves one by one. If they are all ordinary people and return them to Assyria directly, this king even got the sword of the virtuous king. Do you still care about a few slaves? But if there are some interesting people in there ..."

"I understand! Please rest assured, Lesha will never let you down."

Luolai quietly half-opened his eyes, and suddenly heard the strong man smile, and then his body lost weight for an instant, and before Luolai was afraid, it fell into the familiar palm.

——It turned out that Sartu found it awake and eavesdropping.

The chin was rubbed by a finger, and the fleshy Q bounced back and forth.

After being discovered, Luo Lai simply sat up and yawned "Ha~~~".

Doudou's eyes were filled with physical tears. It rubbed it with its small paws, but the shell of its head was pushed back and forth by Sartu's fingers, and it couldn't wipe it off well.

Impatiently, Luo Lai pricked his fingertips with the horns of his head, but after being warned by the man, he flicked his head and collapsed, and hypocritically wrapped his tail around the other's index finger, and the tip of peach heart's tail was on the man's fingertips Please.

A dog yelled lazily: "Puff~~" Master bastard, are you all right?

Sartu raised his eyebrows and looked at it: "Hungry again?"

Rollei nodded immediately.

Sartu twitched irritably: "Aside from sleeping and eating, are monsters all pigs?!"

Nope, are pigs as cute as me? !

Little Luo Lai proudly raised her chest, her green hair fluttering in the wind.

On cuteness, it's serious!

"trouble."

Sartu talked tirelessly, but the smile in his eyes deepened unconsciously, and Xilikelesha and other confidantes who were watching were filled with emotion.

Ever since he had the companionship of the little monster, Wang's personality has become much gentler...

"I'll stop here for today." Sartu glanced at the sky outside, glanced at Luolai who was walking back and forth on his table curiously, a glimmer of light flashed in Amber's pupils, squinted, he lowered his voice to his confidant The men said:

"After seven days, I will announce the existence of the horn at the banquet, and the sword of the wise king will also become the symbolic sword of Babylon. Sirik, this king will never allow anyone to disturb the situation!

Even if those people are the people, ministers, and nobles of Babylon, in the end they will use blood to atone for the king! "

...Lesha and other generals did not speak. They half-kneeled on the ground, staring at the loyal king, and hammered their right fists on their left shoulders. Their iron-blooded loyalty would not change even if they died.

Meanwhile, the faces of several people flashed in the mind of Sirik, who was a strategist and think tank, and the smiling fox eyes turned up again.

Looking at their young and brave king of Babylon, he couldn't contain his joy.

After recovering from the headache, Wang finally had the patience to clean up the things that should have been cleaned up earlier.

It seems that this banquet is going to be a little more busy...

My aunt came again, rolling all over the floor in pain.Fuck, twice a month, I'm afraid I'm going to become a mummy.

@米喜红架: Mi Xihongzao gave Trilobite x1 to "Wearing into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword". 】