"When you're a slave?" He asked.

"It's a servant."

"Does that make a difference?" He asked coldly, but the answer was blank.

"I can be your servant," he said, "but when I teach your sons, they must call me teacher." ”

The man grinned and bared his teeth, and said, "If you can teach them, they will scream." ”

Seeing this, Liu Xingyang couldn't help it, and yelled: "It's definitely not him, change to another possible node!" ”

The head of control tried to explain to him: "He could become the prince's teacher and then use it as a ladder ......"

"I said, it can't be him!" Liu Xingyang didn't know why he was so angry, but he just couldn't control it, "Hurry up and replace the next one!" ”

A man stands on the edge of a forest, looking out at the blue bay. A huge battleship with three oars was immersed in the sea, blazing with flames, the smoke crackling into the tropical sun, the surging tongues of fire licking the stern, and the last flame engulfed the towering sea god Poseidon, devouring his wooden beard and sharp trident.

As the charred, unrecognizable god of the sea staggered and fell into the water, the man bowed his head and chanted Homer's classical prayers. It was a sign that he would never again see the vines and the intertwined olive trees of his homeland, that he would never again be able to talk to the philosophers, and that he would never again hear the Macedonian cry of the god-like Alexander as he charged the Persian army.

The embers died out, and the sound of wood cracking died down. Hidden by a jagged dense grove and a strange bloom, the crew cowered in horror. They were aliens, dark-skinned Egyptian sailors from Thebes, forcibly drafted into the army by the great Alexander to serve in the fleets against the Arab and Indian monarchs.

Armed with their spears in trespass, they knew they had committed the most shameless sins, but they felt no guilt for their actions, and allowed their young commander to rage in a frightening rage. Their eyes were greedily fixed on the woman beside them—their newfound discovery in this incredible land.

Here, the stars twinkle overhead, and the land is full of shelter and all kinds of food. These women are tall, light in physique, straight and athletic. For these sailors, who hadn't even seen a mermaid in months, their bronzed skin and smiling eyes were a real delight to behold.

Why should they leave these newfound pleasures, these friendly people of a docile race, who call themselves Mayans in their soft tones? And why set sail again on the never-ending ocean and sail towards the sunset? That's too offending to the gods. They were sure that this time their bones would rot in the depths of the bottomless sea, and perhaps their ship would sweep across the ends of the sea and fall into the ancient abyss.

No, they can't offend the water gods anymore. While they were sailing around the enemy's coast, a hurricane in the Indian Ocean suddenly rose and cut them into line with Nilx. Alexander's general's fleet blew apart. Since then, only the goddess Isis and Osiris have spared them. The people here regard them and their black-eyed, black-haired young commanders as gods from across the ocean. They are going to stay, to stay among the people here. When their warships sailed into this marvelous bay, didn't these people bow down and bow down to their commanders? Didn't they cheer at him, calling him by an inexplicable name, as if they had been looking forward to him for a long time? Yes, they called him Quear Cottel.

However, having enjoyed a month of comfort in the warm air, replenished with food, and filled the water tank, the commander, with his characteristic oriental stubbornness, ordered them to re-operate the oars, and to meet the rough seas from which they had miraculously escaped. For all their discontent and protests, he just kept his mouth shut coldly and sternly.

So, they burned the battleship! The Commander could not force them to brave the waves any longer, for all his knowledge of the Greeks, all the magic he had learned from the sorcerers of Persia, the Indians, and the cannibals that haunted the caves of the roof of the world would be of no avail.

But, because he was a governor, and they were nothing but slaves of Egypt; Because he was dressed in shining armor, and knew how to wield the Macedonian dagger he carried at his side, they cowered and were confused, even though a hundred of them were against him.

And this oriental, armoured and terrifying young sun god, remained motionless. The three-tiered battleship had become a dark and dead wreckage, floating on the silent sea. The tall, dark-haired Mayans looked at them with consistent admiration and cheered for the stranger of Queal Cottel. Even the colorful and noisy birds, which seemed to laugh at them from the trees with their human voices, fell silent.

The helmsman approached him tremblingly, pleading, "Don't be angry with us, noble commander. We're just doing what's best for us. Here, among these peoples, we are like God. Why fight the waves, suffer from hunger and thirst, encounter demons, and perhaps risk falling into the frightening ends of the sea, to be re-enslaved, to be a cow to a horse, and to wield a murderous weapon again? ”

The commander turned slowly.

"There is no doubt that you have done what is best for you." He said calmly, "You are slaves, Egyptians, and you will stay away from the wind and waves, and you will live with these natives, and you will not feel condescending, and you will teach them the skills you know and be content with it." But I'm a Chinese, they're just barbarians. I will not waste my life among these people and you. Life is a precious shell of a spiritual entity, an esoteric mind, otherwise it would be nothing. On the other side of the distant world, the great Alexander was marching towards a new victory, and Greek culture spread with him. It's a stagnant pool of water, with only a few minds that don't understand science and noble philosophy. In this regard, what do I, a Chinese, a great descendant of Chinese civilization, have to do with these or with you? ”

Seeing this, Liu Xingyang roared again: "It's not here!" Not him! Change again! ”

The director of the control department secretly cursed in his heart that he was a dog today, and was arranging for his subordinates to switch to the next possible historical node, when a large flame suddenly rose from Liu Xingyang's body.