Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

Luolai was in a hurry and shouted anxiously at Sartu.

But Sartu's reaction was very cold.

Under the long eyebrows that swelled into the temples, the pupils that always contained a restless and bloody look were calm.Luo Lai looked disheartened and angry.

Thinking that the other party was really going to send him out, he poked the other party's finger with his horns bitterly.

In fact, it doesn't know that as a king, no matter how obvious his personal intentions are, the final decision has already been made in his heart, but certain steps and certain words are also indispensable.

Of course, it is not necessary for Sartu to speak in person, as long as he looks at him and expresses his expression, his confidants—Xilik and other courtiers will naturally deny Ulis for their honorable master.

Speaking from the king's mouth is called arbitrariness, but speaking from the mouth of a confidant is called listening to the opinions of the courtiers.

If the result is good, it is the wisdom and wisdom of the king.

If the result is bad, it is the fault of the courtiers' slander.

There is a huge difference in meaning between the two. Not to mention, if everything has to be handed over to the king to worry about and refute, I believe that every king is afraid of being a short-lived ghost who works hard.

Sure enough, when Sartu made no comment, Silik immediately understood what the king meant, and denied Ulis's words:

"Don't bother Priest Wulis to worry about it. I have already proposed to the king to let Priest Lerdo and the prophet Temru enter the palace to confirm the identity of the monster. It will not take long to confirm the monster, and there is no need to postpone the multi-national feast."

"Temru? He's just a prophetic backup—"

"Even if Temlu is a backup, he is also the grandson of the former prophet, and the old priest Lerdo once served as the chief priest of the Temple of Anu, the god of heaven. I believe that the two are better than you..."

The young and promising First Assistant Officer chuckled and clicked.

As long as he is not a fool, anyone can tell how obvious his intention to belittle is, and he is short of pointing at Ulis's nose and saying you are unworthy.

Ulis couldn't hold back his smile, and stared at Xilic's smiling face with hatred, as if he had been slapped in the face, losing all face, wishing to tear the damned political enemy to pieces with his bare hands!

"The minister agrees with the assistant officer's statement."

Several generals and officials loyal to Sartu sided with Xilike.

"The talent of High Priest Ulis is obvious to all. Temlu is too immature. Old Priest Lairduo is old, so it is better to hand it over to High Priest Ulis."

There are also officials who choose to support Ulis.

As for those who remain silent.

It is the third party force - the centrist represented by Prime Minister Bugafanti.

They don't care who is right or who is wrong, as long as the man on the throne brings glory and prosperity to Babylon, they have no problem at all.

The two groups argued endlessly, and one group stretched out their ears and shrunk their necks to pretend not to see it.

When the quarrel became more and more intense, Sartu's finger wearing a gold-armored gauntlet tapped on the Sword of the Worthy King.

The unique sword chant kept humming, which successfully made the lower courtiers frown and restrain themselves.

Knowing clearly that this was a sign that the king was impatient and about to lose his temper, Xilike immediately raised his head and saluted to the throne: "Your Majesty, please make a decision."

Unwilling to be bypassed by the center of power, Ulis also knelt down and cried, "Ulis thought he worked hard after being a great priest, but Sirik belittled me so much! O king, please make a fair decision!"

"What Priest Wulis said, it seems that it is unfair for the king to reject you."

"I didn't say that!"

"Huh~"

"Silik, you—"

"okay!"

Sartu interrupted the two people who were sneering at each other, leaning on the throne in golden armor, with one hand propped on his cheek, his handsome and stern face showed conspicuous impatience and melancholy, and successfully silenced all the lower officials .

"What's the use of you other than making noise!"

Yes, I have.

We admit our mistakes and slip away.

...But this can only be said in my heart.

After all, it's good to watch such a thing as a tyrant angrily beating ministers, but it's not good when it's your turn. Didn't you see Bugavanti squatting in the cell?

The ministers fell to their knees listlessly, not daring to pull out their whiskers.

"...The king forgives the crime."

"This king sees that you will know this sentence!"

Sartu snorted coldly, rubbed his gnawed fingers on the culprit's belly, squeezed the small thing with more force and rubbed it a few times, the soft touch and the weak coquettish struggle made him calm down Not a lot.

The furious Luolai struggled frantically.

"Puff!!"

Go to hell, heartless scumbag master!

Let go of labor——

Ahhh, labor and management are fighting with you!

I'll stab you to death, stab you to death——!

The fried-haired little man tried his best to poke the bastard master's finger with its dark green horns, but unfortunately the armor was too thick and the horns were too small, so it didn't poke a hole for a long time.

Sartu's ears hurt from the noise of the popping sound.

After scolding the minister, he frowned and lowered his head, moving his fingers up to imprison the shoulder of the struggling little thing. Amber looked at the horn that was completely for show off with his pupils, and he relaxed between his eyebrows when he didn't find any signs of breakage.

"Don't make trouble, my dear."

Rollei: -dish-

Be good sir! ! !

Kind of you let me go, you see I don't jump up and kick your toes! ! !

……pity.

Its small fists were not ignored, but in exchange for the man's rough strokes and pleasant laughter.

Sartu: "Why do you love acting like a baby?"

Luo Lai: "..." crying out of anger.jpg

Hearing the laughter, the minister below secretly raised his head to see this scene in his eyes, then quickly lowered his head to cover up his shocked expression.

That little monster must have magical powers!

The ministers suddenly had this idea.

Otherwise, who can explain how the tyrant, who seems to be angry all the time, can be in such a good mood? !

No one in Babylon knew about their king's mood swings due to headaches and his gradually violent personality.

And since the king likes this monster so much, it seems that Ulis's request may be—

Ulis' face was ugly, and he obviously thought of this.

He gripped the scepter tightly and listened to Babylon's kingly way: "Horn, is the name I gave to the sword monster of the wise king. This king likes this little thing very much, so naturally he will not let it leave the palace. Ulis."

Ulis: "...Yes."

Sartu said lightly: "You don't have to worry about this matter."

Ulis: "..."

The middle-aged priest gritted his teeth and answered again in a low voice.

Luo Lai, who gnawed on the head, was startled.

Won't you give me away? ?

It grabbed the cold fingertips, struggled to stretch its fleshy belly, and looked up at Sartu.

And Sartu had no time to answer, he stared at Sirik and said:

"Xilik, you summon Priest Lairdo and Temlu to the palace as soon as possible. The banquet is also entrusted to you. Remember, you must publicize the fact that the king has obtained the sword of the wise king and the monster as soon as possible."

It's not just for showing off or showing off your prestige, it's a demonstration, an oath of sovereignty to everyone.

The Xianwang Sword is his, and it must be his in the future!

Get treasure and hide it?

That's the work of cowards!

He Sartu Ishnash is the king of kings, so what are the surrounding countries to fear!

Sartu squinted his eyes, thinking of Assyria who had been snatched by him from the Sword of the Wise King, a bloodlust flashed across the pupils of Huber who was entangled with bloodshot eyes.

It's also time to beat the jackals that are ready to move...

"That's it for the matter."

The golden armor collided, and Sartu had stood up from the throne, put the Xianwang sword back into the scabbard hanging at his waist, and held Luolai in his hand with one hand, followed by a row of maids and guards to leave the meeting room, expressing that he did not want to Let's talk again.

The king's order cannot be discussed.

No matter how dissatisfied you are in your heart, you must swallow it hard.

Ulis was among hundreds of ministers, the back of his hand holding the staff was bulging with veins, but he could only silently watch the back of the King of Babylon...

When you have a little demon pet who looks fierce on the surface, but is soft and crying, who is a pet during the day and a wife at night——

day.

Little Luo Lai (baring teeth): Wash you, wash you, wash you!

night.

Little Luo Lai (biting his fingers and crying softly): Sartu...so full...

Saltu: Ness!

@沉清: Mu Qing gave the trilobite x1 to "Wearing the Sword of the Tyrant of Babylon". 】