To Four Thousand Years Later

Balan is the personal bodyguard of Kawad VI.

In other words, one of the guards of the Holy King

"It's really... If only every day was a holiday.

He smiled at the friend who was looking at him, his face was flushed with the peculiar flush after drinking: "It's a pity that there are only two days in a month." Two days is not bad.

His friend, fellow villager, and his current officer, Hormuz, the head of the guard of the Holy King, couldn't help but glared at him: "Look at those people living in the barracks, how can they have a holiday?"

"It was those years.

Balan said unconvinced: "There is no war now, and naturally they have no military achievements. They have only been soldiers for a few years, and they will go back to farming when they should be farming, and if they should be imprisoned. Then they will be brisk. It's... every day is false.

"Farewell... Farming doesn't mean that every day is a holiday.

Hormuz punched him and said with a smile, "You haven't planted it before, so don't talk nonsense!"

"Fart! You haven't planted it before, and you're still talking about me!"

Balan was immediately happy.

These guards of the holy king are all from the military class—not the soldiers recruited temporarily, but the descendants of officers who have made military exploits.

But they are not the eldest sons and cannot inherit the military ranks of their elders. So he was sent to the side of Kawad VI to fill in the Holy King's Guard Army, that is, the Holy Guard. Every holy guard cannot be a commoner or have a criminal record within three generations. Their pedigree must be clear and traceable, and only one of their immediate relatives is working elsewhere. This kind of screening is impossible to complete in Frank or Gothic. Their nobles are not as cultured as the priests. Not as good as priests obeying orders. Such a record of family relationship also makes the holy guards feel proud and proud.

They can clearly realize that they are special.

Their wages are equivalent to those of low-level military officers. Not only can I eat three meals a day, but I can also eat meat once a week. Some sweets and consecrated oil are given out every month. You can use it yourself. You can also send it to your home by Chenren. The key is. They can find the opportunity to take two days off every month, and Xinshui will count on the time off. Although also bound by the curse. You can't leave the royal city half a step for the rest of your life, you can't reveal the priest's secrets to anyone, and you can't have **** with the opposite **** outside the royal city, but even so, this is an extremely noble and well-paid job. Today is the day that Hormuz is on vacation. As Balan's immediate superior and brother from the same township, Hormuz simply took Balan's leave half a month early and went to the city with him to play, "I said, if you can't drink it, don't drink it next time...

Hormuz couldn't help but said: "Shaochun from the Tang Dynasty is not cheap. You said you don't know how to drink, so I won't waste money buying you such a good drink. This money is enough to eat a meal.'

"Drinking is secondary, the point is that I want to see you spend money

Balaam said with a smile.

"Hey, let's talk about tomorrow. Anyway, today's vacation is not over yet, maybe I won't be able to go back to sleep..."

Balaam grunted.

It was almost midnight now, and the two of them also felt a little tired and sleepy.

In the palace, Hormuz's footsteps suddenly paused. Balaam took two steps forward, turned his head and looked at Hormuz strangely: "What's wrong, Hormuz?"

"Already back, just call me captain—I feel something is wrong.

Hormuz said casually, his brows slowly frowned, and he put his hands on the hilt of his sword at his waist: "But one... I can't tell what's wrong.

Balaam thought for a long time. Asked tentatively: "Do you feel that there are few people today? I feel like I didn't see any patrolling holy guards along the way...

"Oops, oops!" Hormuz was startled: "I'm afraid something happened!

Balan's wine was also more than half sober.

He and Hormuz split up and looked around on the first floor of the palace, but they didn't see anyone.

Their expressions became serious, as they started to walk up the stairs slowly.

They had barely taken a few steps when screams and shouts were heard resounding through the castle. Balaam almost jumped up in shock, immediately drew the long sword from his waist, and walked up the stairs.

When they reached the second floor, they finally saw their colleague—this was the floor where Shengwei lived. They rushed out of the room one by one. Most of them were not wearing armor, just wearing cloth robes and holding a sword and snatching the door. Hormuz walked up like a stream of people, but saw a smear of blood flowing down like a staircase.

Without stopping, they rushed to the top floor in one breath.

The blood came from the room nearest the stairs. It was originally the room where the second son of Kawad VI lived, but it is now wide open, and there is a wide bloodstain on the ground at the door, and several holy guards and high priests are discussing something loudly. But everyone is far away from that room, no one dares to approach. Why is it so... a little further in from here is His Majesty's bedroom? should not

"What's going on there..."

Hormuz murmured and wanted to move forward.

But Balan stopped him: "Let me go, my swordsmanship is better than yours. Let's take a look first. I'll be back soon, Captain, you should go and inquire first.

Hormuz looked at him worriedly, nodded slowly,

Balaam pushed through the crowd, and slowly approached the room with his sword bent.

There was blood all over the room. Blood flowed like a river. The brown bookshelves, the pure white statues, the extinguished brazier, and the lower half of the bed were lying on the bed, and the nightgown on his body was all stained red with blood. And one of their heads is at the east end of the room, and the other is at the south end. Beside them, lay scattered holy guards. Their chests, collars, or limbs were soaked in blood. They do not seem to have been killed here, but were carried in at the door.

But strangely, the swords in their hands were soaked in blood. It was as if they were not killed by others, but killed each other and died together.

The abnormal and **** scene made Balaam's stomach twitch. He hurriedly bent over and escaped without looking back, before rushing to the steps, he vomited out in a mouthful, the vomit was full of the unique smell of alcohol. But now no one can blame him.

"I got it right, Balaam."

Hormuz said with a trembling voice: "Do you still remember Mori...entering the palace at noon?"...I, I remember. what happened? "

"You... tell me!

Hormuz trembled twice, and said loudly to the high priest behind him.

The high priest stepped forward quickly and waved his hand in front of Balaam. The raging flames burned up the vomit on his lips and chest, as well as the dirt on the ground.

Then he asked sharply: "Are you sure you saw that Morrie entered the office at noon?" Yes, yes, this made Balaam a little confused again, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty was assassinated.

The high priest spoke quickly, but there was no flustered or sad look on his face: "And after that, all the holy guards on duty in the palace were called to the top floor. Because none of them were wefted or forcibly transported. Traces "So, they all came voluntarily, and no one raised the alarm. This means that the person who summoned them must have a very high status, which made them relax their vigilance.

"If Zhenli entered the palace at noon, then I can assume that he assassinated our Holy King!"

The white-haired high priest shouted sharply: "Molly is wanted immediately!

"But my lord! Mari just took His Majesty's decree and transferred the army away!"

Someone shouted: "He has escaped from the city

"Immediately arrest Morrie the Kingslayer!"

"Molly the Kingslayer Wanted

Something is wrong.

Balaam vaguely noticed something was wrong.

Why, Kawad VI's backstabbing seems to be a trivial matter? The high priests didn't pay attention to His Majesty, but gathered around the room of His Majesty's second son... Is he more important than His Majesty's life?

But even though he realized something was wrong, he didn't show it. So he followed the crowd and shouted loudly: "Molly the Kingslayer is wanted!