"Your Majesty, if nothing else, then I'll go down first. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zelas had an elegant and proper smile on his face, like a young nobleman who had been trained as an aristocrat since childhood, but he was not ...... He's just a slave.

No matter how glamorous his dress was, no matter how high his status was, even if he was respected by all the maids, servants, generals, and even officials as a confidant of His Majesty the Emperor, he was still only a slave.

Anyone has the right to chew his tongue behind his back, and those who appear to be respectful to him can curse the disgusting slave with impunity before he turns away, and the maids can also salute respectfully with their front feet, and talk about his origin behind their backs.

The most vicious rumor is that he is actually Azir's male favorite, but regardless of these, in the final analysis, everyone thinks that he was lucky to get Azir's favor to ascend to the throne, which is no different from the so-called male pet, prostituting 1 child.

No one has ever paid attention to his outstanding talents, he can handle any government affairs in an orderly manner, he can raise a fallen prince who has fallen into an extremely difficult situation, and he can stand in the position he is today by virtue of his humble and weak origin......

Doesn't that mean anything?

He's a genius in the truest sense of the word, but why should the world put it all down to his best friend, Azir!

Is it just because he is a slave?

Thinking of this, a trace of sadness shrouded in Zelas's lowered gaze, and he stopped at the door of the main hall, and finally stopped after hesitating for a long time.

Azir closed the papers on the table, and his heart became more and more hot at the thought of the ascension ceremony he had begun to build, he would become the first emperor of the ages, the eternal emperor of the empire, second only to the ascended of the gods.

This eagerness made it almost impossible for Azir, who had now reached the peak of his epic strength, to become an ascendant, and as long as he became an ascendant, he would be fearless of all opposition forces, and the whole of Shurima would become his hall.

So he didn't notice the recent change in Zelas's mood, since becoming the emperor, there was still an indelible chasm between him and his best friend.

"Your Majesty. Zelas's lowered face was a little complicated, and the look in his friend's eyes was full of sadness.

Azir looked up, his voice a little impatient, but he still forcibly suppressed the irritability in his heart and asked, "Hmm, what's wrong, my best friend?"

Zelas lowered his head, hesitated, but he still asked the question: "Your Majesty, what about the freedom you promised me?"

Azir's face stiffened a little: "Enough! Don't mention this matter in my ear again and again, didn't I tell you that the time is not yet ripe, and I will never forget what I promised you!"

"I can't understand what kind of mood you have every time you mention this, do you think that if I become emperor, I will betray our friendship?"

"Do you think I'm a liar, a shameful and despicable fraudster?" Azir slapped angrily on the table, his eyes bloodshot, he had been researching the safest and most effective way to perform the Ascension Ritual recently, and he hadn't slept in a long time.

"No...... I've never thought of it that way. Zelas lowered his head, his expression frustrated, but he still maintained an elegant and proper smile, "As you wish, my majesty, I will not mention this matter again." ”

Azir waved his hand irritably: "I'm sorry my dear friend, I shouldn't be angry with you, it's just that I'm in the mood right now...... Hope you understand. ”

Zeros bowed humbly, he nodded, "Your Majesty is not wrong, I am the one who has added trouble to Your Majesty, so ...... I'll step back first. ”

He walked out of the splendid palace, stepped on the cascading stairs, and walked through the deep cloisters, where the eunuchs and maids who came and went saluted him respectfully, and he smiled as always in return.

No one could see through the sorrow behind him, and no one noticed how painful his heart was when the chatter sounded behind him.

"Who is that? like a nobleman!" asked a new maid in a low voice.

The other maid sneered, "What kind of nobleman is he, we are still a free man in terms of status, but he is only a slave of his master's family in the same position as the groom of the stables." ”

The new maid nodded disappointedly, the hope and affection in her eyes disappeared, it is said that the blood of slaves is dirty, as a decent woman, she wants to marry a noble lord, even if it is just to be a concubine.

Zelas's footsteps paused slightly, and the men thought their voices were quiet enough, and they did.

But he could still hear it, because he was not a mortal at all, and when Azir had not yet ascended the throne and was studying martial arts with Renekton, he chose to study the secret arts of the dark arts in the Nasus Great Library in order to continue to assist his best friend.

Later, the reason why the old emperor's empress died every time he gave birth to an heir for no reason was because of the black magic and witchcraft he secretly used, and he cursed an emperor's wife, so he also got the price he deserved.

His heart had begun to twist...... His life had already begun to enter the countdown ahead of schedule, and he had entered his twilight years in advance in what should have been his golden prime.

Zelas pushed open the door of his room, which was clean and tidy, he was the only man who could walk and live freely in the palace, and he enjoyed the honor and secretly became a brother to Azir.

It's just that their relationship will never see the light of day, because he is a slave! How can the emperor be a brother with a slave!?

Inside, Zelas sat down in his chair trembling and took a book out of a drawer, on which he wrote the following words.

"I can't wait. ”

"I only have three months to live. ”

"I don't want to die a slave. ”

"My dear friend, I'm sorry......"

As if draining all his strength in just a few words, he slumped limply in his chair, sweating profusely.