Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

"You have to help me, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have entered the palace at all!"

"This damned place, this damned king!"

"Did you know that he doesn't like women, but hangs out with a pet every day!"

"I have already followed what you said, which medicine I take every day. I trust you so much, but what about you?"

"You clearly told me that as long as I take this medicine, the king of Babylon will never leave me and let me be his queen, but now I can't even be considered his mistress! Damn, damn—"

"Damn it, these cousins ​​raised—"

"Wait... what's that expression on your face? Are you laughing at me?!"

Akrita's pretty little face was hideous and distorted, she was scurrying from the room like a lioness whose cub had been stolen, waving her hands out of control, matching her low and fast roar.

When she found that the person who should have helped her was indifferent to her difficulties, and even showed disdain, she immediately asked questions in a high-pitched voice.

But opposite her, the man who was questioned and yelled at was completely indifferent, even frowned and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, looked at her with disgust, and said:

"Don't be like this, take your minion girl. Even though Miss Akletta has a hot personality, she is still the daughter of a high-ranking general. You must know that a general's daughter can't just open her mouth and say obscene words."

Akrita gritted her teeth and sneered.

"You'd better give me an explanation, or I'll let you listen to something even nastier, Prince Solad."

The man opposite her - Prince Solad Assyria sneered upon hearing this.

"You just try, you see if I will stand up and let you fend for yourself."

Akrita's angry expression froze, her eyes showed timidity, and she cursed a few times with little confidence, trying to see something in Thorard's expression.

Solad told her very bluntly: "Without you, we can still choose other people. Wake up girl, there are too many women who want to reach the sky in one step, and there are too many suitable for us to choose. If the time has come, How do you think your pig brain was chosen by us?"

"You dare to scold me? You—"

"Okay, shut up!"

Annoyed to interrupt the woman's next swearing, Solad glanced at Akrita's ugly face, and said slowly with a soothing expression:

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with the medicine we give you. As long as you take it, your body will release a fragrance that can make the king who suffers from headaches every day feel comfortable. The mad king will fall madly in love with you! Like an addiction."

"To put it simply." Hearing that, Akrita suppressed her anger and frowned, "But I didn't find that he fell in love with me, nor did I find that he was as crazy and bloodthirsty as rumored. I think he is no different from a normal person."

Even... She felt that sometimes the man looked at her with a sharpness that pierced through all falsehoods, making her terrified.

"Haha, it's impossible, he must be pretending." Solad was full of confidence: "After all, it's the feast period, and the envoys from various countries haven't left yet. No matter how painful it is, he has to grit his teeth and endure it! He dare not come to other countries. Make a look of cowardice and madness in front of you."

"Is that right?"

Akrita looks skeptical.

Thorard smiled.

"Okay." She said, "Then can you give me more medicine to make me more attractive to him?"

"That's not allowed." Solad immediately refused, and replied the moment Akrita opened her mouth: "After all, he is the monarch of Babylon...he is very vigilant, and if he goes too far, he will doubt you."

"Tsk." Akrita was persuaded.

She relaxed her brows and put her uneasy heart back into her stomach.

Solad: "You wait patiently for two days, the envoys from various countries are already preparing to leave one after another."

Solad: "And I won't leave, I will secretly lurk in the royal city of Babylon to help you, when you turn Sartu Ishnash III into a sinking 'slave', we should work together to steal the sword of the wise king Got it!"

Solad: "I will give you all the remaining medicine when the time comes, and let you be the queen who can cover the sky with one hand in Babylon!"

"Queen or something, I haven't thought about it."

Akrita said so, but she couldn't hide her greedy and longing eyes that were shining instantly, and she pretended to be disdainful, but she couldn't bear to change her position excitedly.

After seeing this scene with his eyes, Thorard laughed at the woman in his heart for being an idiot, but the smile on his face was even more gentle.

"Don't be afraid, my dear lady, just think about it, a low-born person suddenly became the daughter of a general, and then suddenly became the queen of Babylon, and then the whole Babylon was tricked and manipulated by you. You will be recorded as a legend in history, and everyone will envy you, envy you, and marvel at you!"

"Hmph...that sounds nice, but I don't believe it."

After listening to his words, Akrita muttered a few words, but the corners of her lips were raised high, and her voice was much softer and more delicate.

"But what about that monster~, it always hinders me."

"The monster of the Xianwang Sword may have the nature of protecting the Lord." Knowing that he had been appeased, Solad stood up and walked to her, and put his hand on her shoulder lightly. Be malicious, don't worry, you who can relieve your headache will sooner or later be favored by the King of Babylon."

Ekorita, who hated little monsters in her heart, curled her lips: "Is it so magical?"

Solad: "Of course, it must have some kind of magical power, otherwise why would Sartu Ishnash III carry it with him when he sleeps?"

Akrita: "That's right, so I just wait now?"

Thorard nodded.

Akrita gave him a coquettish look: "Then hurry up, don't make me wait too long."

Solad chuckled in her ear, coaxing:

"Don't worry, our allies will drive the King of Babylon crazy in two days, beautiful girl, then your chance will come..."

"His illness is the best chain to tie this lion, and the other end of the chain is in our hands. With this trump card, what are you afraid of? What are we afraid of?"

Sooner or later he will get back the Xianwang Sword.

The abominable Sartu Ishnash will also step on his feet.

Immortal Babylon?

Babylon without the mad lion king is nothing but meat for the nations to eat!

"Wang, this was started a month ago according to your order, and what was found within today, you see."

Wearing a white dress with a red woven shawl, and covering half of her face with a water-red veil commonly used by Babylonian women, the female assistant officer gently and slowly presented the parchment from the urgent message to the king's desk.

Sartu, who was looking at another mudstone slate, raised his eyebrows.

He put down the things in his hand, picked up the parchment, opened it and quickly scanned it from top to bottom.When he got some unexpected news, the young King of Babylon made a nasally elongated "Hmm~".

"Oh, interesting..."

The upturned and impersonal Amber pupils were frighteningly bright, and Sartu threw the parchment back on the table with a wide smile.

"Well done Mothsa, keep them staring."

"Don't worry, king."

Taking over the position of her boss, Sirik, as the first assistant officer, Mossa, who has a royal lady's face but a delicate mind, bows her head.

Through the translucent veil, one could see her generous and decent smile, and she didn't flinch at all from the coldness of the king of Babylon, who was famous for being cruel.

This can be said to be remarkable for newly appointed officials serving the king for the first time, or in Babylon where most women only work in the back garden of men.

After associating with his superior position, he first used snacks to please his stupid little pet...

Sartu glanced at her, the haughty god on earth became more interested in mortals.

"Mossa, tell me why the king let Akrita enter the palace."

"In order to involve the ministers behind or other countries." Mossa said softly.

"How do you know that there is someone else behind her? Have you read the contents of the parchment?" Sartu's face turned cold, his originally lazy breath suddenly sharpened, which made people nervous.

Moshisha looked as usual, and said: "Give Moshisha 1 courage, and Moshisha doesn't dare to check your letters in private."

"Oh?" Sartu: "Then how did you, a newly appointed assistant officer, know about this matter? This king thinks that Xilik will not hand it over to you privately."

Mossa: "Because I know that the king will not do any useless things, and he is not a womanizer."

Moshisha: "And I'm sorry to say that our Babylon seems to have a bridge across the Euphrates River, merchant ships transported across the sea, an invincible army, a strong and rich land, but in fact..."

The dignified female assistant half-spoken and looked at the king above him.

Sartu nodded: "Say it straight."

Moshisha laughed slowly: "But in fact, other countries are not afraid of our wealth, they are only greedy, they are not afraid of our army, because they can cooperate. What they are afraid of is you, my king."

"They don't dare to provoke a king who goes crazy at any time regardless of the consequences. None of them want to be the first to tempt and anger you. They know that according to your character, you may be the first to fight Babylon regardless of everything and the courage. The country is destroyed."

"It's not Babylon they're afraid of, but the... lunatic sitting on the throne."

"That's why Mossa said that they may be the ones who took the initiative and were closely watched by you, and it is very likely that they are operating behind Miss Akrita."

Sartu grinned ferociously, "You say this king is a lunatic?"

Without any fear, Mossa flattered her immediate boss with a constant smile: "No, Mossa is talking about you in the eyes of fools."

The hall was silent for a while, and Sartu chuckled.

The cold and bloodthirsty expression faded away, and he nodded to Sa, who Moss praised.

"You are a talented person. If Sirik had half of your delicate thoughts, you wouldn't be recuperating from home now. When he comes back, you can still be your first assistant officer and assist the king together with Sirik."

Knowing that she had passed the king's test, Mossa bowed her head with joy.

"Yes! Thank you for your favor!"

Sartu nodded, motioning her to get up, then suddenly remembered something, and looked sideways at the three little ones who were muttering in a circle under a stone pillar not far away.Frown asked:

"What's bothering Jiao recently, do you know?"

Recently, his little pet and the two little lion cubs huddled together all day long, even his petting and teasing were perfunctory.

It wasn't puchi puchi, it was wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows, displeased the King of Babylon who didn't have a Nailai Lai brand hamster ball.

"..." Although this question was completely diametrically opposed, Mossa quickly turned her head and said, "Master Jiao, I'm probably struggling with guilt recently."

Sartu raised his eyebrows: "Entangled and guilty?"

Mossa looked at the group of cuties, and covered her lips with a chuckle: "I'm entangled in guilt, should I continue to bully Miss Akrita, and stop her from trying to sleep with you, oh no, it's the act of being slept by you."

It's too late, let's edit the text tonight

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