To Four Thousand Years Later

Hassan walked into the hall in confusion, followed by Urdi.

Before they finished recording the data of the steam engine, they heard His Majesty suddenly summon the two of them. Morris immediately took over the recording from them, and Bishop Roger offered to help. Although Haisang was still puzzled about what King Solo told them to do at this time, they still didn't delay much, and immediately rushed back with the silver iron guard who sent the order. But as soon as he entered the hall, Haisang suddenly froze for a moment. How does it feel like the air here... has suddenly become much more sacred? It was as if Ahura had descended here before, and he searched the surroundings somewhat chaotically. There was a bright light in his eyes, but he didn't notice anything. Not only the traces of Ahura Mazda's existence, but even the breath of other people disappeared completely. "Haisan," Charles said at this moment, "do you remember the name 'Morrie'?"

"Since... Haisang turned around and was about to answer.

But he hadn't turned off his spirit vision yet, and when he looked up, he happened to see Charles.

At that moment, Hai Sang only felt his brain buzzing, and infinite light filled his entire field of vision.

A nested triple halo shone behind Charles. Charles' entire body was like a white jade shining with light, the pure white brilliance was completely innocent. Hai Sang couldn't help but pay homage to that sacred and great posture, his thinking was almost destroyed by the vast spirituality in an instant. It's almost like the sun.

King Solomon was even greater than the last time Haysan saw him! At least ten times. Not fifteen times more great!

Undoubtedly, this is the real son of Chirathustra, the prophesied savior, the great man who guides mankind into the kingdom of light, justice and truth!

"I am very sorry, Your Majesty!"

Haisang knelt down on the ground without hesitation, and apologized: "I tried to see your divine nature with indisputable eyes. Charles didn't respond to Haisang's words: "I can see that you have no evil heart. It's nothing. "Yes, Your Majesty! Although I am no longer a priest serving Ahura, I still strictly demand myself with good thoughts, good words, and good deeds!" Haisang said loudly, and Urdi on the side quickly responded . Charles nodded without saying anything.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I still remember. The son of the current Sasanian king, a high priest who despises the law and values ​​military power."

Haisang nodded, and answered without reservation that the flames of war would spread to the whole country, and the people of the four lands, as well as the people of Persia, would suffer from the flames of war.

"Because he loves plundering and doesn't like farming; he doesn't love Ahura's Zhanmin at all, and ruthlessly drives the priests into the battlefield. He only loves his cavalry, and even threatened them with words such as burning books and massacring women and children. An Egyptian priest forced him to give up his defense and open the city gate on his own initiative.

...Is there such a thing? '

Charles frowned, his face became serious, and he asked as if talking to himself.

Uldi nodded immediately: "It's true, Your Majesty.

"How could you allow this to happen in Persia?"

Charles asked again: "Or, have you lost control of Persia?"

"No, Your Majesty!

Haisang was startled, and quickly explained: In fact, we have been trying to control this high priest. But his father was the Sasanian king. For this reason, I was even sent to the priesthood by King Sassan, and I was dispatched here... Seeing Charles' stern face was unmoved, Hassanton was a little anxious.

"I admire Your Majesty for your glory. If I can spend the rest of my life in Fak, I will be very happy. But for the people of Persia not to be involved in the war, for the sake of more unfortunate people will not be in Mori Loss of property, dignity and life under plunder...

"So, if Your Majesty really doesn't want to interfere with this...I won't force it either."

Speaking of this, Haisan couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty: "Uldi and I may leave here to find another monarch.

"Okay. You don't need to look for it, who else can you find?"

Charles sighed, and said peacefully: "You may not know that Goth has no king. A huge and chaotic rebellion completely destroyed the blood of King Stone. Almost all the noble capitals of the whole country participated in this rebellion, and now it is At the time of reckoning, they will certainly not have the time to uphold justice for you." 13

...Then, Your Majesty, are you planning to

"Of course I want to send out...but I won't send troops.

He paused, raised his head,

"Hassan," he said, "do you remember that question I asked you earlier? About the story I told you about a jailer, four great men, and a gang of cultists.

"I remember, Your Majesty.

"I said it at the time. The next time you see me, remember to give the answer—the answer of the three of you, Haisang, do you remember? Charles didn't respond directly to Haisang's inquiry, but suddenly brought up the question not long ago. one thing.

That was the first time he saw Haisang and the two of them. He asked them a question. The priest of the cult was executed. Only an ordinary jailer found a secret way to escape here, and he was willing to take someone away. So I asked these four people to see what good they could do for me.

The problem is not difficult. In fact, not long after Charles left, Hassan, Uldi, and White Lumber came up with the answer. What is more strange is that the answers chosen by the three of them are different. Therefore, they are not very confident with their answers. Seeing that Charles didn't take the initiative to mention this matter, Haysang pretended it never happened.

But when Charles suddenly asked, Hassan could only answer positively.

"I remember, Your Majesty."

Haysang hesitated for a moment before answering: "I remember, the earl chose the king. Because he said that a country can lose a priest, a high-ranking businessman or even a general, but only one can't afford to lose." The country... because he believes that the continuation of the royal blood is the lifeblood of the country, and the will of the king is the soul of a country. Urdi said: "And I think the priests should be allowed to live. From ancient times to the present, people with different surnames have ruled the same land, dynasties have changed, but the culture has been inherited in one continuous line. Next to the king, the intangible knowledge...well...maybe more important. I mean more important, maybe?

In the middle of his speech he realized that he was speaking to a king. So the second half of his work suddenly became fragmented, and he didn't dare to say "Actually, I think the king is not as useful as a scholar".

After all, no matter how wise and enlightened King Solomon was, he was still a king. The noble status and lofty status are fundamentally different from people like them. No matter how wise and enlightened he is... some things still can't be said to him. In order to ease the embarrassment of Urdi's wrong words, Charles smiled slightly and looked at Haysan. How about you, Haysan? what are you thinking? "

"I think so." Hassan paused, and replied, "If that jailer was smart enough, he would just run away without taking anyone." ". 3A4

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

Charles asked with interest.

"Because he is not a nobleman, has never been on a battlefield, has never been in business, and is even illiterate... No one will understand him, and no one will agree with him. Perhaps the rescued people will appreciate him at first and treat him as a benefactor. But over time...they get bored too.

"The kindness is too deep, and you can't repay it. After you settle down, you will know that this lord has forced the jailer to give up saving so-and-so, and only save yourself." Such a secret, it will become a sharp knife that took his life. Hassan said to Charles She clapped her hands in satisfaction: "Haisang, you are a smart person.

"But I think that if this person really leaves without saving anyone, it must not be because he thinks about such complicated things as being too kind and offending others, or harboring unspeakable secrets." It is more likely that fear. That is the most direct power to change human will.

"The jailer looked at the ugly appearance of great figures who only existed in legends in the past, breaking their heads for a hope of survival. He saw them slandering, insulting, and cursing each other; he would rather not leave alone than just watch Seeing one of them run away... he must be terrified.

"The great horror of watching the great man who was admired in the past reveal his beast-like heart is enough to wash away a person's occasional goodwill or desire. The hatred transformed by worship and love is even worse than the previous hatred. It's even hotter." When Charles said this, he looked deeply at Haisang: "So, it's actually not difficult at all to make people change their views on a certain important person—I'm saying this, can you understand?"

Haysan stared blankly at Charles, and then his eyes lit up.

"Thank you very much. Your Majesty!"

He said earnestly: "This is a very meaningful thing! I swear to you, the people of future generations will remember you.

"I know." Charles sighed: "I also swear to you, it's hard for them not to remember me." After Haisang left, Baal gradually emerged.

She sat on Charles's leg E, with her head on his shoulder, and hid herself directly in front of her two disciples.

"That's it, Your Majesty?"

"Well. Do as I said before. Charles nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Don't use your name to forcibly interfere and prevent him from becoming king, let alone keep him alive. To make the people and the priests loathe him, hate him... This hatred has a special meaning.

For example, it can be used to lose the pot and divert people's attention when Charles ruled Persia.

"I will do it, Your Majesty. I will do what you say. This is the sovereignty prepared for you.

Baal chuckled. While Yastaru was away. Greedily, he looked at the breath on Charles' body. He murmured in a low voice like a dream: "But before that.

"I think I have about one more day to prepare, Your Majesty.