My eyelids twitched as I glanced at Paris. When I met his interested gaze, I spat and said,"Is there anything else? His Highness is still waiting for me to return.”
Paris smiled and said,""I thought you were leaving the palace. Why did you change your mind?”
I really felt sad for the heartless brother of Herbert. Not only did he fail to repent for his crimes, but he even seemed to be getting worse. I glared at him coldly." So what if you changed your mind? What does it have to do with you?"”After saying that, he turned around and left.
Paris caught up with him and said with a smile,"What's your name?"
I stopped and looked at him carefully for a while. My eyes were neither cold nor hot."Your Highness, why are you following me? If you want to discuss military affairs with His Highness, he is asleep now. So please turn around and go where you should go.”
Paris was still smiling cheekily. He reached out and touched my face, saying,"Looking at you under the moonlight, you look cold and elegant. You're very arrogant, so arrogant that you don't even bother to pretend to be noble.”
Tsk!
I didn't know what he was talking about, so I took advantage of the fact that the servant beside me wasn't paying attention and kicked him, causing him to fall over. The people around me didn't have time to help him up. Seeing him lying on the ground in a sorry state, unable to breathe, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The servants and maids on night duty rushed over.
Paris's attendant shouted," How dare you!”I drew my sword and stabbed at him. I dodged it and slashed at one of them to snatch his spear. I waved my spear to parry and quickly retreated.
Immediately, we faced three soldiers. When the palace guards lined up and rushed over, we had already passed through the front hall and arrived at the middle court.
Great Ai was good at using the spear and had always been strict with me. My spear technique was no longer the same as it was half a year ago. I didn't panic when I advanced or retreated, and I was able to attack and defend well. It was just a pity that I didn't snatch the sword. Achilles 'sword technique was fierce and overbearing. I adjusted it slightly according to the characteristics of my body. When I used it, it was light and agile. If that was the case, these kids would have suffered. Thinking of this, I felt even more regretful. I could only focus on fighting the enemy.
As expected of a warrior who had been through many battles. Every move and style was aimed at the most fatal weakness of the human body, every joint, abdomen, shoulder, and chest.
After defeating the fifth person, the entire palace was alarmed. The middle court was already surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. The soldiers who came up were becoming more and more skilled. Their swords, swords, spears, and spears were also extremely experienced. After all, I had never really fought in a battle, so it was a little difficult for me to deal with them.
When the five spears were pointed at my chest at the same time, I simply wanted to curse out loud.
Fortunately, a sword came in time to save me. With a few clangs, several birch spears were cut off. Héctor, who was wearing a light Greek long robe, raised his sword and blocked in front of me.
"Your Highness, Héctor!"
The soldiers in the field put down their weapons, and the maids and attendants looked at the young man with a cold expression in shock.
He turned around and asked me softly,""Are you hurt?"
I nodded and winked at him apologetically.
His seemingly expressionless face moved. He patted my shoulder and turned around with relief.
"What's the matter, Héctor?" An old and dignified voice came from the back door of the front hall. The old king, who was dressed in a blue robe and had a head of gray hair, slowly walked over. Under the illumination of the fire, he was noble and kind, but at the same time, he was mighty and his eyes were sharp.
One or two hundred people around him bowed their heads. They knew who he was without guessing. He was the owner of the palace, King Priam of Troy.
It seemed that the matter was indeed serious if the king was alarmed.
After more than ten minutes of mediation, we are now standing in the main hall of the palace.
The wealth of Troy could be seen from the exquisitely carved throne in the main hall, the golden table, and the golden cup.
I carefully looked at the guards around me with serious expressions. I was still leaning against Hetor. Prince Paris looked at me angrily, but he didn't dare to say anything.
After listening to the attendant, Priam looked at me and asked,""Since it's late at night, why did you leave the palace? Didn't Hektor arrange a dormitory for you?”
At that time, even though he was asleep, he did not have time to make arrangements.
However, I don't want to spend the night in the palace.
I rubbed my lips and said," Well, I suddenly remembered something urgent and had to go home to deal with it. I didn't have time to tell His Highness, and accidentally offended His Highness, Paris. I'm really sorry."”
I couldn't show the royal family any disrespect in front of him, so I lowered my head to Paris as a form of apology.
" I didn't say anything. The servant protected Paris and didn't say that he was blocking my way. But I didn't lose anything anyway. Besides, I didn't want to see him sad.
It was really difficult for him to have such a younger brother.
Priam looked at us suspiciously. He knew his son well. After hearing what I said, he seemed to be relieved and smiled."Then let's forget about this matter. You should send Patroclus home, Héctor. Paris, don't you want to go back to your palace?”
Although his tone was fierce, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was pretending to be for the sake of letting down his guard.
" I'm leaving." With an expressionless face, Héctor looked at his brother and pulled me away. Paris immediately lowered his head in fear.
As he walked out of the main hall, it wasn't the path that led to the palace gate. When I came back to my senses, I raised my head and returned to his room.
"What's this for?" she asked.”
After closing the door, he turned around and stared at me blankly."Why are you leaving?"
"Didn't I just say that I remembered something?"”
"It's getting late. Leave tomorrow. Besides, don't you want to see Troilus? He's been thinking about you every day for the past few months.”Héctor held my hand tightly and looked like something was falling under the flickering light.
At the mention of the little brat, I thought of his cute little blond head and big, watery eyes. I didn't have the courage to refuse. I looked at the only bed in the room and said,"How are we going to sleep? Don't tell me-"
He turned around and continued,""Do you still have any concerns?”Under the light, her eyes were clear and bright.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks. A warm current quietly overflowed from my heart and quickly spread to my limbs and white bones.
Later, when I thought back, I always felt that staying that night was a mistake. At that moment, I chiseled a hole in my originally complete heart. From then on, feelings spread wantonly and could no longer be stopped. I could calmly face naked physical relationships, but I could not let my heart be complete.
He smiled, took off his clothes, sat on the bed naked, and asked casually,""Your marksmanship is very good. Did Achilles teach you?”
I looked at him and shook my head. Without any hesitation, I took off my shirt and threw it on the bronze hanger."I have a lot of teachers."
Curling up, I pulled the blanket under my chin. I blinked at him. He turned off the light and lay down.
In the darkness, a warm and broad hand reached into my hair. Then, he pulled me into his arms. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. In a daze, I heard him say,"In time, you will become my terrifying opponent. Patroclus, isn't fate too cruel?”
When I woke up in the morning and washed my face, the door was pushed open with a bang. The little boy's blond head jumped in. I turned around and was pounced on by him. He kept shouting,"Little muddle-headed bug, little muddle-headed bug, I miss you so much.”
I was suffocated by him. I pulled it off and took a deep breath." Do you want to murder me?”She squatted down and smoothed out a strand of hair on his head. The little boy grew more and more beautiful, and his exquisite face looked more and more like Apollo's. He grew taller.
She looked at me with a smile, but her eyes were filled with tears. She hugged me and said," It's been so long since you came to see me. You didn't keep your promise.”
The maids behind him were waiting respectfully with breakfast in their hands. He said," I told my father that we'll have breakfast here this morning. Do you want to join us, Troilus?”
" Is there a need to say that?" Troilos nodded and hugged me tightly.
I carried him into the dining room and sat down."Little brat, how are you doing in Thrace?”
" Alright." With a dull expression, he nodded bitterly.”
Thinking of what they had to do, I glanced at the calm and composed Hektor.
When I went back to eat, the little brat piled all kinds of pastries on my plate and kept saying,"Eat more, eat more, Little Confused Worm is so thin.”
We looked at each other and smiled. We were both helpless and strangely harmonious.
In the morning, he was pestered by Troilos to stay in the palace to accompany him in class and games.
After lunch, Troilus said he would take me to the temple of Apollo to meet someone.
When he walked into the temple, he was shocked by the statue in front of him. He thought he saw Apollo himself. He was dignified and rational. His clothes were wrapped in clouds. He held a silver bow in his hand and looked into the distance.
I stopped and looked at it carefully. I remembered that I hadn't seen Apollo for half a year. I missed his overly beautiful face and his teasing words.
"His Highness Apollo is the God of Light. He led us out of our lost path.”
I turned around and saw a woman wearing a white priest robe and an olive crown on her head. She had black hair, big eyes, and a straight and beautiful nose. She was a graceful woman with a noble demeanor. She was holding holy water in her hands as she looked at the statue of Apollo and spoke to me.
The little brat ran forward and hugged the woman, saying,"Sister Cassandra, I've brought Little Confused.”
Kassandra put down the water jug, bent over and put her hand to her lips, making a gesture to the little boy to keep quiet."Be quiet, don't disturb His Highness Apollo.”
The child nodded obediently and turned to look at me.
So this person in front of me is the legendary woman whom Apollo fell in love with at first sight, but was tricked into losing her prophetic abilities. Cassandra, I remember a little bit of it. It seems that Cassandra's prophecies were 100% accurate, but no one believed her because Apollo punished her for her deception, which was equivalent to denying her talent.
Cassanda looked at me for a moment and asked,"You are Patroclus?"
I nodded and was pulled to a stool with a soft cushion by the child. Cassanda sat opposite us and watched as the female slave served fruit and milk. I didn't know why she had the child pull me over. The atmosphere was a little awkward, so I took a fig.
"I heard that you saved Polydorus on Lemnos.”Kassandra spoke without any rhyme or reason. She frowned at Troilos and said,""Troilus, I have a bottle of wine in my cellar that has been preserved for fifty years. Go and fetch it to entertain our friend.”
The little brat turned his head to look at me, then looked at Cassandra. He nodded as if he understood something and quickly left. He also instructed the gatekeeper to guard the door.
After taking the little brat away, Cassanda changed her reserved speech and expression. She stared at me sharply and arrogantly. She was inquiring, suspicious, and aggressive. I felt very uncomfortable as if there were thorns on my back. I continued to lower my head and peel the fig.
Cassanda looked at me for a while before saying,"Are you here to scout the enemy?"
My hand trembled and I couldn't control it. I looked up at him in surprise. It was impossible for the little brat and Herbert to tell her my identity. How did she guess it?
As if she knew what I was thinking, Kassandra put down her glass and said calmly,"" I'm a prophet. I can predict the future, past, and present through divination. Also, His Highness Apollo once mentioned you to me. I was curious about your fate, so I saw it at a glance.”
I heaved a sigh of relief and asked,"Is His Highness well?"”
" Why not?" Cassandra sneered." As an immortal god, what else could he not be satisfied with?"”His tone was full of sourness. Women just didn't mean what they said. Look at how unhappy he was with Apollo's philandering, but he still had a lofty and conceited look on his face. I couldn't help but sympathize with Apollo. It wasn't his fault that he was a god. It was really pitiful that he couldn't get true and eternal love.
I coughed and lowered my head uncomfortably."Then, what do you think of our fate? Is there anything I can help with?"
Cassandra shook her head." Unless you have the ability to persuade Achilles to leave Asia. You know that he is the fundamental existence that threatens Troy. If you really want to help us, then again, why are you helping us? Why?”
I paused. I hadn't thought about this question. For a long time, I had treated myself as a bystander watching this war continue, so I said,"I don't want to die." I suddenly realized that Cassandra didn't seem to know my true identity. She seemed to think that I was Patroclus, the one who was tied to Achilles.
Tsk tsk, this was the difference between gods and humans. Anyone among the gods could tell at a glance that I was only the host of this body.
Cassanda lowered her head and smiled."You're a very realistic person. The crux of the problem is not on our side. Let Achilles leave, and then, with a heavy price to pay, he will be able to deal with the remaining heroes, but Troy will not be destroyed. " As for you, you bear the fate of three people. If you really want to save yourself, please leave on the black sailboat. My friend, there is nothing in Troy except for the meek and humble people who are as docile as sheep.”
I couldn't help but find it funny. How could a nation be called docile as a sheep when they could resist the Greek coalition army's siege for ten years?
Cassanda looked at me for a long time and said,""You're an awkward existence. Helping us is betraying your country and your friends. By standing by and doing nothing, you're betraying yourself. Am I right?”
I couldn't refute it. Deep down, I admired this race. Their spirit and perseverance were truly terrifying. I couldn't help but be interested. Let's put it this way. As a Greek, I subconsciously stood on the side of the Trojans. This was indeed very contradictory. No matter what I did, I was afraid that I would end up with neither side being pleased.
It was time to seriously consider this problem. I would rather take a detour than fight against history. I was unwilling to give up on Achilles and Herbert.
I didn't wait for the kid to come back before I got up and said goodbye. Fortunately, the Temple of Apollo was beside the public assembly square in the city. After I came out, I walked along the National Assembly Square and quickly arrived at the city gate.
I looked up at the tall and majestic slope wall and thought about how it would only be left with broken walls and mottled soil after thousands of years. I couldn't help but feel sad. I shook my head hard and turned to leave.
"Patroclus."
Hearing this familiar voice, I turned around and saw that Héctor had come out from behind the statue with a bow and arrow in his hand!
So he had always been here. At this moment, I didn't need any explanation. History had written it in black and white. There was only one outcome for spies!
"Sou!"
Without any hesitation, he shot the arrow!
Looking at the tail feather that shot straight at my chest, I knew that my rebirth had failed. I slowly closed my eyes! History will eventually become a book. Even if I transmigrated, I can't change this ending. However, I'm already very satisfied to be able to cosplay in Greek history and get the love of two handsome men!
The wheels of history would never change because of one person. In the end, Achilles and Achilles could not avoid killing each other. The massacre of the Trojans was destined to happen, and Achilles and Achilles were destined to be heroes of Greece and Troy.。。
The book was finished! History is written in books, and the ending is difficult to change, even if I am a transmigrator!
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