Chapter 149 Caged Man
◎Then can I——shape this piece of gold?◎
Hongzhu carefully entered the tent, her skirt lifted. She stepped forward on the blanket, holding the basin of water she needed for her morning routine.
The royal tent was originally magnificent and spacious, but the new Golden King didn’t like it and insisted on getting a smaller one—which happened to be the one Brida had stayed in.
No one dared to argue with Wang, nor even to ask, and the meeting was held overnight.
“Brida.” The blonde on the couch had her eyes closed and her lips slightly moving.
"!" Hongzhu covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.
She was terrified. The last person who dared to mention Brida to the King had been impaled on a stake and left to dry. If the King were awakened by her mumbling in his sleep, would he think it was her?
“…” Attila turned over but did not wake up.
Hongzhu breathed a sigh of relief, holding the basin and gently lowering it. Just before she let go, two sudden thuds were heard from outside.
Crack.
The metal basin suddenly slipped and hit the shelf with a crisp sound.
Suddenly, Attila opened his eyes abruptly, and a pair of gilded eyes flashed with arc light.
"King, King!" Hongzhu fell to the ground, trembling.
"Hmm? I'm fine, don't cry." Attila stood up and walked over, her footsteps very light. She had no shoes on and walked out of the tent barefoot.
When she stepped out of the royal tent, everyone felt a sense of shock. They all lowered their heads, and no one dared to meet the Golden King's gaze.
The Golden King was invincible, capable of leading them to crush all enemies. But since Brida's death, his cruelty had inspired only fear, a fear that transcended admiration.
Wang walked out of the tent, probably wanting to ask who was making the noise.
The Hun nobles all prostrated themselves on the ground, allowing the prisoners to scream miserably, and no one dared to speak to them.
"What a noise." Attila stood there indifferently. "Didn't I tell you that we were only moving treasures and food? Who brought so many slaves here?"
Whoever takes the blame for this will die! An elderly nobleman quickly kowtowed. He was Hongzhu's father, so he finally had some face: "To your Majesty, these are gifts from various city-states. Some are not slaves, but noble ladies from various tribes who wish to marry the king..."
The second half of the sentence was said hesitantly. Things are different now. The Golden King is obviously not a benevolent ruler, and there are still so many guys who don't treat his daughter as a human being and try every means to force her in.
Bah! The concubines left behind by Brida were almost buried with the king, and they were only released after much pleading. The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten.
Attila was a little dazed, gifts, marriage.
It happened a long time ago, but it feels like it just happened yesterday.
[“Go away! At least marry half of her.”] Even Brida’s expression of disgust and helplessness was so vivid.
Are we that good?
We should be - not good sisters.
She stood there, lost in thought, trying to recall the past. She had fond memories of Brida, but they were all from before she became a proton. After she returned to the steppes, scarred and accompanied by a large group of slaves, they hadn’t had much of a chance encounter.
The last time we met was that morning.
They had agreed that she would become the Golden King, and Brida would get half the glory. But that half was also half the power, and what king would agree to that?
So I killed Brida.
"Hmm."
The distorted memories whipped his heart, and Attila frowned and covered his chest.
I couldn't dwell on it anymore. Brida was dead, so what was the point in dwelling on it? They really didn't know each other well. Besides the struggle for the throne, what else could have brought them together?
"King, those gifts..."
"Take the dead ones, and the living ones..." She was about to say send them back, but her lips touched and she changed her words: "Keep them and distribute them to the various tribesmen as slaves."
"The ladies—"
"Oh, my lady, send her to us, what's the point of a lady?"
Attila raised the corner of his lips sarcastically. If they were not taught a lesson, these city-states would really start opening dyeing factories.
Torture the pawns they sent so they know the pain, and then send some gold to redeem them. What's the point of having so many noble women? It would be better to send some books to build a university.
What is "university"?
She turned around a few seconds slower, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she couldn't even hear the noise behind her.
Who told me this word? It seems like it was someone very important.
"I want to see the Golden King—"
The sharp scream pierced my eardrums, instantly shattering my brewing thoughts.
Attila suddenly raised his head, and everyone stepped back in fear. Even the old man lying on the ground rolled into the grass.
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There was a young girl in the front cage jumping up and down. When she saw Wang turn his head, she dared to wave her hands vigorously: "Here, here~ I'm here."
Hongzhu, who had just walked out of the tent, felt a dark sensation in front of her eyes and couldn't help closing her eyes: What a young girl, it's a pity that she is going to die here.
“…” Attila silently took steps and approached the cage step by step.
Ilit crawled under the blanket, while Taffy protected Melia. As for Melia herself? She happily skipped to the door and patted the iron gate. "Please help me open it, I can't open it~"
With a swish, Attila drew out his knife and cut the fence in half with force.
It was not until she put away the knife that she belatedly realized the same doubt as everyone else: Why didn't I kill this woman too?
"Thank you~" The black-haired girl jumped out of the cage lightly, with sparkling lights in her eyes.
Maybe it's because she has a beautiful smile? I - how could I have such an idea.
His joy was fleeting. Attila stepped forward and grabbed the overly presumptuous girl. "Are you a noble from some city-state, or a princess of some impoverished state?"
If it were anyone else, she wouldn't bother asking. But this girl... looked strangely familiar.
Emerald eyes were indeed a distinct feature, rare even in Egypt. Somehow, she felt that this familiarity had nothing to do with the color, but rather something deeper.
"Me? I'm Melia. You're not losing your memory, are you?"
Boom boom boom, thump thump thump, someone in the distance has already mounted their horse and fled. He actually dared to talk about Wang's amnesia, blood must be flying three feet high!
"Hahahaha, amnesia?"
Attila laughed in anger, but the girl continued to chatter: "Yes, you don't remember me——"
Before the Golden King could think of a solution, a soft voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Sunny."
“…”
Melia clapped her hands and smiled: "You remember now, right?"
No, it's all lies, I don't have amnesia.
She might be a witch from the wilderness, having used some mysterious potion. I heard they like to dress up as adorable creatures and demand blood and hearts.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sister."
【elder sister】
Attila's eyes widened in disbelief, and she gently raised her fingers to press against her trembling lips.
Whoosh—the cold wind slapped everyone’s face.
Sister! Isn’t Brida the only one the King can willingly call Sister?!
"Follow me." Attila grabbed Melia's wrist and ran towards the tent. Everyone was afraid of the king, but their king had the fastest heartbeat.
…
Boom!
"Ah, what are you doing!" Melia grimaced instantly as her shoulder hit the bed.
Attila sat down beside her with a serious face, guarding the exit like he was interrogating a prisoner: "Witch, what are you doing here?"
“…”
Melia rubbed her arms in a mixture of anger and amusement, then stood up with a bang. "Who told me at school, 'Sister Melia, science is such a good thing?' What's wrong? Did a fairy trick you into starting to get into magic?"
Fairy, deception, magic, the prompt words appear one after another.
Attila gritted his teeth, vaguely realizing something crucial: there must be some conspiracy.
Kill her.
A short command suddenly swept through my mind.
You are the king, you are the golden king.
The person in front of you is a witch invited by the Greek city-state. She will use sweet words to confuse your mind.
Kill her.
Kill her now, that is her fate—
His teeth made a grinding sound, and Attila's gilded eyes turned bloodshot: "You are lying."
"I didn't—ugh!"
Sister Melia has such a slender throat.
Why do I call her sister? Of course it's because of magic. Yes, some kind of magic related to emotions.
It is said that the Golden King is a demigod and cannot shed tears, but a tear oozed out of his left eye.
What am I mourning?
And the fingers, under the influence of magic, can't even tighten?
Click, click!
Melia struggled desperately to get out. She couldn't, she absolutely couldn't die here.
The force on her neck had not tightened yet, but Sonny was definitely very strong. She would be dead if he exerted even a little force!
Damn, it’s too tight, cough cough cough!
Suddenly, my fingers touched the cold gold nugget. Sonny actually placed a whole gold nugget next to the bed.
[It looks like the kind of gold nuggets I sold before, the shape is very complete.]
A thought gradually emerged: This is a virtual world, does it count as Shadow Rome? Probably. The goblins have trapped humanity in a certain dimension, attempting to replace real history.
This place is just like Shadow Rome, it is Rome, but not Rome.
Then can I - shape this piece of gold?
Boom, boom, boom.
The massive thread within her consciousness still clung to the Rose Princess, preventing her from entering Shadow Rome or returning. However, tiny sparks of starlight emerged from the thread, shimmering against the fire in the girl's eyes.
Gold reflects gold.
The cut surface touched by the fingertips began to twist, and a hand sank into the gold nugget and grabbed out a round golden ball.
Attila was entangled in his chaotic thoughts. When he looked up, he saw the golden ball spinning in Melia's palm.
The perfect circle dented inward, bulged slightly, and finally grew petioles and leaves. When the rotation completely stopped, only a small golden apple remained in the palm of the hand.
The hands that were around his neck suddenly lost their strength and fell to his sides.
"Your Majesty, the Golden King, my dear sister, Sunny." Melia broke free from her restraints and smiled as she held the apple before her eyes. "Which side will you choose this time?"
“Brida…”
"I didn't see her. She should be waiting for you in reality, right?"
The pure golden eyes blinked smartly, and when that playful and cunning smile appeared at the corners of her lips again, Melia's heart finally fell back into her stomach.
Sonny bent down and took a bite of the apple. "Venerable Minerva, thank you for giving me wisdom again."
Phew! Melia reached up and touched Sonny's head, sinking her whole body into the cushions. "Great! He's finally back to normal!"
"Sister, don't sleep yet~"
Sonny grabbed the blanket and dragged it out: "Do you know how to get out of here?"
"Uh, I almost forgot, I still have to wake Elena up!"
Melia quickly jumped to the ground and said, "Can you take me to see her?"
"Hahahaha, what can I say." Sunny smiled shyly: "After all, they are mortal enemies...how about starting a war?"
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I want to finish the main text by adding more chapters this week (I’ll be shaking my manuscript box like crazy on the weekend!), then take a few days off next week, and update the extra chapters on Thursday! Hehe, I’m happy just thinking about it!
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