Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

As a disciple of the old priest Lerdo, when his teacher said such a ridiculous sentence, Temlu's face was hot, as if he was the one who made a fool of himself in public.

And seeing the ugly face of the king, with faint signs of anger, Temlu's expectation also turned into fear.

How could he forget that this king is a cruel and irritable king!

What if Wang got angry and ordered his teacher to be punished?

Thinking of the bloody things the king did, his hands and feet were a little cold, because the excitement and joy of seeing the monsters disappeared from his mind like bubbles, and the terrifying coercion of the king's power finally weighed heavily on Temlu's body. His back made him extremely nervous.

In order not to let the teacher be underestimated by Wang's punishment, he hurriedly explained: "Wang, teacher, he is getting old and can't see things clearly, but the teacher is really good!"

After finishing speaking, he said again: "How about letting me dictate the characteristics of the holy sword monster to the teacher, and then the teacher will explain to you, do you think this is okay?"

Xilic narrowed his fox eyes, smiled and praised the old priest for his erudition and the prophet Temlu's intelligence. Sartu's face improved, but he still took Luo Lai back into his palm. The voice was cold and frightening: "Okay, let's just watch it in this king's hands. Since the old priest is old, it's not incomprehensible for me to have no choice in what to do."

Of course, being able to understand is not the same as being able to forgive.

Look at the old man's two strokes, he has never used such force!

The little thing's arms are incredibly thin. Can those idiot doctors in the palace who only know how to eat treat him when he was pinched off? !

Thinking of this, Sartu's naturally uplifted amber eyes became sharper and his complexion was unkind.

Temlu, who secretly watched this scene, almost wet his robe with the sweat on his back, but fortunately, the rest went smoothly.

After he told his teacher about the main characteristics of the Xianwangjian and the ignorant little Luolai, such as their appearance, length, weight, and specific color, the old priest immediately found similarities between them.

"The sword of the wise king is a 'green sword'. Its material is unknown, but it is recorded in the epic that the sword of the wise king is the weapon of Ishtar, the goddess of war, and was later bestowed on the earth.

At first it was a beautiful and pure silver-white color. Later, when the devil Asasazu brought the yellow disease to the human world, causing the disease to spread and kill people, the goddess used it to kill Asasazu.

The blood of the devil spewed out, flowing along the sword body of the Xianwang Sword with resentment and unwillingness, staining the blood groove and the tip of the sword hilt blue. Since then, the Xianwang Sword has also been rumored to be able to cure diseases. "

cure disease...

There was a glimmer of light in the eyes of Sartu and Sirik.

The old priest coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse voice slowly: "From this epic record, the sword of the wise king is indeed genuine, and the appearance of this monster has many similarities with the sword of the wise king, so it should also be genuine .”

Saltu asked, "What's the similarity?"

Old Priest: "They're all green."

You know it's a capital offense to fool the king, old man?

"Of course, his horns and tail are consistent with the portrait of the demon Azazazu."

The old priest smacked his toothless mouth, smiling as if he couldn't feel the king's murderous aura at all, and proudly added:

"And the old man is not old at all! The old man still remembers that on the hilt of the Sword of the Worthy King, there is the mark of the Goddess of War, which is two bull horns interlaced. If this little monster is really the incarnation of the Sword of the Worthy King, this mark may also appear on it On—Temru, Temru?"

Temlu was staring at Luo Lai fascinatedly. He didn't hear the teacher's call, and was slapped on the head by the teacher before he suddenly regained his senses.

The old priest grimaced: "What are you doing?! Quickly lift up the little monster's clothes and see if there is a longhorn mark on it."

Temlu: "Oh...huh?!"

Take off, take off the little monster's clothes? !

The teenager Temlu woke up instantly, his face flushed.

He couldn't imagine that he could touch a living monster with his own hands so soon!

Excited, trembling hands... Temlu swallowed dryly, like a young and nervous groom, went to take off Luo Lai's robe.

And what about Rollei?

It knew that Sartu was asking someone to check his body, so he didn't make a fuss from the beginning to the end.

Q is a soft and cute slap-sized man, blinking his emerald green eyes, kneeling innocently and cutely in Sartu's palm, wagging his little tail without fear.

But when it heard that it was about to take off its clothes, it panicked.

The reason is——

Luo Lei: What the fuck, take off your clothes?

Rollei: It's over, it's over—I'm not wearing underwear! ! !

It's not that it doesn't wear it.

But when it became like this, it only had a robe all over its body, and it didn't have any pants, shorts or anything. It wanted to wear it, but it had no conditions!

So if it's off now, then... maybe it's time for a walk. The bird...

And it's a super tiny bird! !

Smoke came out of Luo Lai's shy head.

but,

Little Luo Lai used his little brain to think about it, and felt that everyone was a man, and he was not shy about treating the disease, so it was no big deal in front of the doctor.

Looking at the approaching, huge human hands for it, the shy little Luo Lai grabbed his toy-like clothes, and finally mustered up the courage to stand up from Sartu's hands and cooperate with the doctor to take them off.

In the end, before he could stand still, the 'ground' under his feet shook violently. Luo Lai screamed in fright, and quickly hugged Sartu's fingers.

Sartu withdrew his hand, avoiding the boy's hand, and his brows tightened under the puzzled eyes of everyone.

Seeing Temlu's bewildered look for help, Sirik asked in a low voice:

"Is there a problem?"

Samtu was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "Nothing."

But he said it was okay, Samtu didn't give Trum the little thing in his heart.

If the king does not give it, others dare not urge it.

Everyone held their breath, not knowing what had offended the honorable master, so they could only carefully watch the handsome and domineering King of Babylon without saying a word, staring at the little one in his own hand, holding the man's fingers suspiciously and looking around. people.

The hamster stared at by Luo Lai was dumbfounded.

How did you become a log?

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Sartu didn't speak, but his expression became more and more weird.

Like every king's common problem, Sartu is a very possessive person with too much sense of territory.

It is so serious that the maid is not allowed to approach his king's couch when he is sleeping, so serious that his sword and armor must be handed over to a craftsman who is used to it, so serious that his favorite objects will often be played with, leaving his smell, like a narrow-minded monster.

Even if he doesn't want it, no one else can touch it.

Sartu clearly understands his character, but he withdrew his hand just now not because of his own possessiveness, but——

When he saw the well-behaved little thing in his hand blushing, grabbing his clothes shyly and about to be taken off by someone, Sartu suddenly felt a feeling of anger and disgust.

It was as if the old father was watching that the little cabbage he raised was about to be raped by wild men.

It's like a man seeing an adulterer rape his wife.

Even if one side is just a small monster, and the other side is just a brat who hasn't fully grown his hair yet.

Although I don't know why I suddenly thought so, in short, Sartu withdrew his hand in an instant, annoyed to death.

"That's the end of the matter of the imprint, the king will check it himself, step back."

Hearing the anger in the mouth of the King of Babylon, everyone was taken aback.

Luo Lai tilted his head in doubt: "Puji?"

Don't check it?

Huh~ It's good not to check, at least you don't have to be seen... Luo Lai let out a small sigh of relief.

And as clever as Xilik, he looked at their king and then at little Luo Lai with his slender eyes, but smiled without saying a word, bowed his head and bowed and then backed away.

The old priest naturally had no objection, and turned around tremblingly.

Only the Prophet backed up Temlu, and he looked at the little man with a disappointed look on his face.

This is not allowed to be watched... oh... what a pity.

What an amazing little guy~

It is so small and so cute.

People not only want to study what its body structure looks like, whether it has special abilities, what it usually eats, whether it will continue to grow up, and even Temlu is crazy to know about whether the other party needs to breathe or not!

Temlu, who has a strong thirst for knowledge, really wants to steal it back for the little monster to study it.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to covet the king's things even if he was killed, so he could only hope that he would get the position of prophet sooner, and then serve by the king's side, quietly raising the villain every day.

The regretful Temlu bowed his head and left behind the teacher in despondency. There was only one Rollei and the King of Babylon left in the grand, luxurious and exotic palace.

Emerald green bean eyes meet aggressive amber hawk eyes.

The former is not stupid, while the latter is full of dissatisfaction and even a little angry.

Sartu pressed the small corner on Luolai's left forehead in displeasure, and scolded: "In the future, if someone touches you, do you want to refuse to know?"

Just now he took the initiative to stand up and let him take off his little robe. Are all monsters stupid? !

Luo Lai was dumbfounded by him.

I thought it wasn't the priest you were looking for?

Damn, why are you scolding labor and management! ?

Luo Lai was so angry that the hair on his head exploded, he turned his back while moaning, and ignored him with his arms crossed.

"Tsk, how dare you lose your temper with the master..." Sartu raised his eyebrows, pinched the little peach heart on the tip of its tail with two fingers and rubbed it, and warned a little harder: "Remember, Jiao. You can't get close to anyone other than yourself. People other than the king, you must always remember that your master is the king, understand."

Ghost you!

Lao Gao pursed his lips, and made two perfunctory puffs.

In fact, he scolded the stupid master, the stupid master, the jerk master in his heart.

Seeing that although the little thing was angry, he still responded obediently, and Sartu had a smile on his face.

The tall king held a small thing in one hand, and tapped happily on the table with the other finger-covered hand, ordering the maid and officer who looked like an invisible person.

"Latas."

The old lady who heard the master's call lowered her head even more, clasped her hands on her lower abdomen, and walked quickly from the pillar to the king in the tight space of the one-shoulder white dress, knelt down and pressed her hands to the ground.

Sartu stared at her, and gave orders one after another in a cold tone.

"Pass down this king's order, from now on in the palace, no one is allowed to approach the horn at will except this king."

"Clean up the side hall with a good location, it won't live, but it must have."

"Yes"

"Let's find a few more clean and smart animal garden maids to serve Jiao's accommodation."

"Hmm... Then divide the artisans under the king, including the female garment workers, into a few, and make the utensils and clothes used by the horns."

"Yes. But... Wang, please forgive my stupidity and tell Jiao, what specifications do you need to follow?"

Generally speaking, the treatment standards in the Babylonian palace are divided into king, queen, prince, princess, princess, maidservant, and slave girl. The master of each status enjoys different standards of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The treatment of the king and queen is the highest, and they can independently own the artisans who make utensils and clothes.

Followed by the princess and the heirs of the king.

Once again, the maids are only allowed to have four slaves and two male servants.

As for female slaves, before being favored, even maids are not as good as working. Only after being favored, can they enjoy better food and clothing.

But the king's pet...is still a monster, and even the clever lady Latas is worried.

Specifications...

Sartu pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and some bad taste spread on the corners of his lips.

Rubbing Luo Lai in the palm of his hand, while watching it kicking its feet and resisting at him, Sartu smiled and said: "Just follow the princess's specification."

Lady Latas:? ? ? ! ! !

Luo Lai's heart: I treat you as my master, but you... treat me as a daughter? ! !

Sartu's heart: The little thing is weak and small, but still loves to act like a baby, um... like a girl.

By the way, ahem, because of my accent problem, Xiaowei can be read as: ... Xiaowei (yi) ba.

Also, in the next chapter, I plan to boil the little Luo Lai and wrap it in the cake for the second time, hehe.

@蛋露派: Egg yolk sent to Trilobite x1 in "Wearing into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword".