His words made me lose the little bit of victor's obscenity, and instead became very curious about his words. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're not a hidden person, you always have something to say, less worried, that's what your eyes tell me. Hakim Sultan said.

"What else do my eyes tell you?" I asked with interest.

"Your identity. He replied.

"Who am I?" I laughed, "and guess who I am?"

"The young people who can come to see me are none other than Bayer Taiji, Ozhtev and Nayan Chinasi. There is no anger in your eyes, you are not here to seek revenge, you are certainly not Bayertaiji, and you do not have the arrogance of arrogance in your eyes, and you are not Ozhtef. Then there is only one answer, and you are the young Marshal Kugit who defeated our army. Hakim Sultan analyzed.

"You're pretty good at it. I said half praise, half mockery.

"Thank Allah for giving me the gift of seeing people. He looked reverent, "then, noble marshal, what are you doing looking at the living dead in this dark land?

His analogy is indecent, but it is apt.

"When you say that, I don't think there's anything left to talk to you. I said.

"You will. Sultan al-Hakim said mysteriously, "I had a dream last night and I saw Allah in a dream. Oh, Allah is great! Allah says that in the north of Salander, a new Tatar Khanate will be established. The prosperity of this country depends on whether they believe in Allah and obey Allah's rules. ”

"Who built the country?" I asked.

"Allah did not tell me. Sultan al-Hakim replied slowly.

"Okay, let me ask you another question, what do you mean by my eyes?"

The Sultan of al-Hakim and the Book of the Scriptures often sighed. After a while, he said slowly: "Your eyes make me think of my sister." ”

"Your sister?" I asked.

"Sir, I'm tired and need a break. I'll tell you everything about me, but not now. Hakim Sultan lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

I was bored and walked out of the prison with the jailer. The sun was shining outside the prison, and I was suddenly enlightened. As soon as I came out, in addition to dirty clothes, there were also a stomach of question marks, although the body and mind were much more comfortable with the change of environment, but the doubts in my heart still lingered. I don't know what lies behind Sultan al-Hakim's strange words and actions, but I have a vague sense that I must have a slight connection to Sultan al-Hakim's family. I even wish that the sister of Hakim Sultan was my mother.

I still remember when I was a child and a teenager when I went to visit my cousin Nayan Nasugi, who unceremoniously laughed at me for being a wild seed because I didn't even know who my mother was. I remember him at Dugan's manor, saying loudly that I was my father's bastard. I trusted the reins and walked the muddy streets of Halma City.

At this time, more and more people were pointing fingers at me, and I was secretly wondering. A young man came out of the crowd and saluted me, "Dear Nayan Chinasi, thank you for saving the city of Halma. On behalf of the people of Halma, I pay you the highest respect. ”

The crowd cheered. This is the first time I have received respect from others in front of everyone, and I feel a little embarrassed, but after a period of officialdom, not only did I not lose my temper, but smiled and waved my hand. My worn-out gloves probably look like an eyesore.

"Your Excellency. The young man said, "Am I lucky enough to join your team?"

"No problem, brother, what's your name?" I readily agreed.

"My name, my name, my name. The energetic young man replied.

I didn't know it at this time, but I made a very wise decision by accident. If it weren't for the fact that Jaya had dragged the pursuing enemy with his own life, my head would have fallen on the grasslands outside Zegashi.

When I returned to the barracks, I saw an invitation to the celebration banquet sent by the garrison commander, Dari Achi. I couldn't help but turn my mind to the beautiful Naren.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I said to myself, "Something is about to happen! What is it? Great love is coming!"

I silently put on a clean nomadic robe, and that's when a shining thing came into my sight. I took Resarit, Sir Anders, Ulligi, Bestur, and Chenastu out of the gate to the garrison commander's residence. They were now all Khanate nobles who had been rewarded by the Saiga Khan, enough to sit on the throne of the celebration feast. The Halma people used to worship only the nobility, but after the Kugit people came here, the Kugit became the main ethnic group here. The combination of the fierceness and stoicism of the Kugits, the ingenuity of the Salanders, and the gateway vision of the Swadia have created a unique character for the Halma. The Halma people are good at doing business, the footprints of the Halma caravans are all over every town and village in Calradia, and the Halma trading houses are distributed throughout the continent; the Halma people attach great importance to the family, even if a person has a lot of money, he will not really be respected, unless he becomes a nobleman or a nobleman's family, so the Halma people especially like to climb relatives with the nobles. This strange clash of cultures has created the great city of Halma, where you can see the temples built by the Kugit people of the plains with white stones, you can see the Gothic churches with their spires and the dazzling rose windows, and you can hear the chanting from the Mosque of Halma.

But during these years the Khanate was at war with the Sultanate of Saland and the Kingdom of Svadia, and men were conscripted to fight for the Khan. The successive victories of the Kugit Khanate gave rise to a large number of officers and heroes. In Halma, there are poor men who leave their hometowns in tattered robes, but they return to their hometowns with heavy dinars on their backs in armor, and the special geographical and historical environment makes the Halma people form a martial atmosphere. When this particular period passed, this ethos ceased to exist. The ensuing decades of expansion made Halma the heart of the Khanate, where wealth was concentrated, and the martial ethos seemed outdated and stupid, and the townspeople preferred to stay in the city, because they could be paid a few tens of dinars a month by going to the counter to help the rich sell goods or the workshop to help the factory owners with manual work. When I look at the city again today, I see nothing but wealth and glitz. I remember that the Halma Athletic was second only to De Cherim in terms of pomp and circumstance, and today the Athletic Convention has long been abandoned because there has not been a decent game for several years, and the rich people are running the conventions, and people are not paying attention to the games. At the same time, martial arts, which had become the entertainment of the aristocracy and the rich and juggling, lost its true meaning. I remember when I was 60 years old, I easily defeated a young swordsman known as "Halma No. 1".

I mourn silently for the city of Halma, and now that I am dying, my heart is filled with sorrow to see the city for which I fought so bloodily become like this.

However, the martial ethos of the time earned the Ressarit, who had been knighted for their exploits, the respect of the Hama people, who expressed their gratitude in various ways. As far as I know, 30 of my soldiers have wives and children in Halma, and of course I am one of them, but the outcome is different.

I rode my warriors through the streets of Halma, where the people of Halma had cleaned. Amid the praise of the people, I walked into the palatial garrison commander's residence. The servants of the mansion carried the news of my arrival like a relay, and the squires and wealthy merchants of Halma rose up to salute us, the maids sprinkled flower petals upstairs, and the band played solemn music. I stepped on the fine Salander wool carpet and walked into the hall of the residence.

This vertigo sensation immediately satisfied my vanity, as if I was the hero who saved the khanate. I know that at times like these, many people are silently observing and assessing whether I am a true sage.

The commander of the garrison, Nayan Dari Achi, walked to the door and saluted me, saying, "My lord, I am not honored to have you here. ”

Mayor Halmar also came up and saluted, "Honorable Lord, allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to you on behalf of the people of Halma. The city's chamber of commerce has decided to pay for a statue to be erected forever in the square built for you. We pay our respects to simplicity in this ugly way. ”

I sighed, looked around, and said, "Gentlemen, today you have the honor to celebrate our victory once again, but have you not thought about how many warriors have been laid to rest outside the city, and they will not be able to see their relatives and their homeland until they die? In this battle, the eldest child, the second child, and the third child all died. The only remaining fourth brother was cut in the leg, and fought until the blood ran out, holding the spear left by the elder brother. I suggest a minute of silence for the sake of the warriors we are going to Tengger. ”

Everyone took off their hats and mourned.

I suddenly discovered that I had a talent for inciting other people's feelings.

After the mourning, the banquet returned to its original atmosphere. Soon, the hall was full of excitement and guests came forward to pay their respects, whether real or fake.

I didn't really care about that, I was always puzzled as to why Naren didn't show up.

How could the scheming Dari Achi not know the little abacus in my heart. So he stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Distinguished guests, everyone is in high spirits, why don't you dance a few dances to help the wine!"

The band played a cheerful dance tune, which was clearly not a traditional kugit piece. I didn't know what it was at the time, but I later learned that it was a dance called jig, which originated in the coastal cities south of Rhodok and later spread to Swadia, where it became popular among the royal family. The original Rhodoc Jig was adapted by the court musicians of Swadia to be gorgeous and cheerful, and soon became popular among the upper classes of the major cities. Even at the banquets of some lords, jig dance music was a must-have program.

The dance music sounded, and Dari Achi smiled: "Please forgive me for my recklessness, I don't know if I have the honor to let the little girl dance with your distinguished guests?"

I suddenly looked back, and saw my banquet goddess standing on the top of the stairs in a golden evening dress.