A few days ago, after the meeting of the giants of Issos. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Elise and Agatson left one after another, and after sitting bored at the long table for a while, Keros turned his gaze to Justus: "It's hard to come to Issos, won't you invite me to a meal?" ”

"Do you still have the heart to eat and drink?" "I'm in a bad mood today," said Justes, "Your Excellency the Consul, please come back." ”

"You're still the same." Keros smiled and got up and walked to the door. "Wait," Justes' voice caught up and stopped him.

"What, you changed your mind?" Keros's hand was on the doorknob, but he didn't look back.

"Wendir, you stay away for a moment, I'm going to catch up with the military consul." Justes said that he always looked at the back of Carlos, and in the depths of his gaze, it seemed like dust had been deposited from the past.

"Understood." Priest Wendir saw a hint from Justes' expression, but he only bowed slightly, and walked towards the door, where Keros opened the door for him.

"High Priest, please." Keros said mildly.

The door slowly closed, leaving only Kairos and Justes in the conference room. Keros was still standing in the doorway, his back to Justes, but his hand had loosened the handle and was quietly at his side. He looked up and looked intently at the heavy wood grain on the door, the shadow of the pillar on his broad shoulders like a dark cloak hanging down.

"What the hell are you thinking, Kylo?" Justes broke the silence.

"I'm thinking, maybe three feet up, there really are gods watching us." Keros didn't turn around, only his voice floated faintly in the air, "The protracted war between the five nations is just a game for their amusement. Pande is their chessboard, and we are the pawns. When the game is over, only the broken pieces and the barren chessboard remain, and then they happily brush away all the mess and start a new game again. Keros finally turned around, his eyes calm and desolate, "Since you went to the Immortal Corps as an instructor, you don't call me Kylo anymore. ”

"It doesn't bode well for the Archons of the Law and the Military Archons to get too close, especially since we are in some way political enemies." Justes frowned and said, "What do you mean by that?" When did you delve into rhetoric? ”

"It's not rhetoric, it's my truest feeling." Keros stared at Justes, "Pande's balance of power was completely shattered on the day of the annual sacrifice in 353. The battles between our country and Sarion at the beginning of the year ended dismally, and their own vitality was greatly damaged; A few days earlier, Fieldsway's spies had reported an attack on Siggimond's logistics base at Pothulaban, and at the same time Pander Dalyan had clashed with the two Edin Airy brothers at a banquet, slaughtering hundreds of elite men and dying in battle, unable to expand outward for the foreseeable period; Livingston will soon face trouble from the Barbarians of the Misty Mountains; Although Daxia did not break his bones, the most aggressive period of the nomads was often autumn and winter, and there was no need to worry about their threat for half a year. And this six months is also the approximate time it will take for other countries to recover. Half a year! It's like time for some people, some groups. Perhaps the so-called prophetic child in that long poem is not necessarily. ”

"Have you started to get interested in the mysteries?" Justus shook his head, "Actually, what I want to ask - not as Justus, the Archon of Law, but as a friend for many years - where exactly do you want to lead the Shadowband?" The origin of this rush is the defection of the commander and the golden rose! ”

"Actually, you already know the answer, don't you?" Keros asked rhetorically.

Justes was silent for a long time: "I just want you to confirm it yourself." This time Scoleroru and Augustana will not be on your side, or even against you, do you really think you will succeed? ”

"Yes, of course! I've never lost, so this tug-of-war is bound to be protracted and will end in my victory! ”

……

Taverns in the lower town of Issos.

The hot wind slammed open the curtain with the noisy smell of the market, and the shouts of the vendors poured in, and the muddy aroma of inferior ale wine and the smell of sweat emitted by the mercenaries in the small space squeezed each other, breeding a smell that was even more disgusting. In the corner, a man in a gray robe shrunk back and raised his arm to cover his nose, a lock of blonde hair falling inadvertently, brilliant to the color of the sun.

"We're late. Priest Wendir was so blocked from the news, and we had no more information than gossip that was flying around the streets, and by the time we knew there was a fight, he had kept the officers under tight control. The voice under the gray robe was a calm female voice, Sezi's once golden rose, and now the imperial fugitive Augustana pushed her cup to the opposite side, "Scoleroru, drink it yourself, I can't stand the smell anymore." ”

Scoleroru also concealed his true face with his gray robe, and he took Augustana's cup disapprovingly, and drank the cloudy ale: "So what? If it weren't for the fact that Wendir is also a super-first-class martial artist, I would have been able to take them out of Issos alone. With those high-ranking officers, it would be much easier to get up and much more reliable than the snake worshippers who would only worship poisonous snakes. ”

"Don't count on me, with my martial arts, I'm not even quasi-first-class." Augustana looked at Scoleru worriedly, "Looks like it's going to be out of the way." ”

"yes. For the first time, I felt that there were a lot of super-first-class martial artists in the empire, and this feeling was a bit fresh. Scoleroru squinted his eyes towards the door of the tavern, "Something so big has happened, Marius must have called a meeting of giants, and several of the consuls, as well as Agathon, are likely to have arrived in Issos." The thought of the adults being forced to make unfair concessions at the meeting, such as cutting the Shadow Wing's military budget, or expelling the boys involved; However, the Immortal Knights of Agathon, at best, received some verbal warnings; I was angry, but at the same time I was more determined. A tough light flashed in the commander's eyes, "Since your lord is the only spokesperson of the Guraks Empire, then he should be the ruler of the empire!" ”

Augustana looked at Scoleroru: "You and I know you very well, will he agree?" This time, I'm afraid we're going to be enemies of adults. ”

"yes, this feeling is really fresh." Scolero whispered, "It's also very exciting. ”

At this time, the curtain of the tavern was lifted, and a woman walked in, which immediately attracted the attention of many people. In a place where male hormones are almost overflowing, any female is the unquestionable focus, and the woman who walks in is also so voluptuous that there are already people eager to strike up a conversation.

The woman glanced around the tavern, her eyes locked on the corner where Scoleroru and Augustana were sitting. She walked over and sat down, a smile on her bright face: "It's just the two of you, do you want to become a loyal follower of the snake god?" ”

Scoleroru didn't speak, but Augustana nodded, "Yes." ”

After hearing the affirmative reply, a satisfied smile appeared on the woman's face.

"When we first met, my name was Alyssa, and I was one of the priests of the goddess."