In a back garden of the Beimang Palace, Medolam was wearing a long blue dress, holding a notice in his hand, and angrily walked towards the garden pavilion.
In the pavilion, there was only a young man in white with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes sitting at the stone table, drinking alone in front of the moon.
"..."
Facing the arrival of his sister, the Beimang Khan looked helpless. After putting down the jeweled wine glass in his hand, he sighed softly, "I have told you many times, don't come to my palace alone at night and let outsiders see you."
, just causing the wind..."
"Crack!"
Before he finished speaking, Medoram threw the notice in his hand at his face and said angrily: "Brother! What on earth are you thinking?! Third-class citizen slavery? Let ordinary orcs become slaves of the prairie people.
?!
Brother, are you still my brother?!
It's not enough to deprive the orc tribes of their royal rights, make them completely loyal as ministers, and plunder the resources of the orc territory. Now what kind of third-class citizen slavery are you creating?!
Do you want our grassland to completely turn into a slavery country? How could you do such a cruel and ridiculous thing?!"
"Others don't understand, but you should understand."
Arshan was not angry, he just took the notice down and gently placed it on the table.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the content on the notice, and said softly: "Over the years, I have been investigating the matter of that god, and finally I discovered that even if he cannot continue to repeat the historical phenomenon, his resurrection process is still continuing.
Because this social state is also good for him.
It is not enough, far from enough, to deprive the orc tribes of their royal rights and allow the orcs to formally surrender to our Beimang royal court.
With the emergence of this "third-class citizenship system" that has completely reduced the orcs to the slaves of the grassland people, I admit that of course I have selfish motives. I want the grassland people to become the sole masters of the grassland, and I want the Nala royal family to be passed down for generations to come!
But at the same time, I also have righteousness.
No matter how future generations evaluate me, no matter how you view me, I have a clear conscience."
"absurd!"
Medolam's face was full of anger and he cursed loudly: "What kind of righteousness is this?! After so many years, how come you still think your idea is right?! How can the conditions for the resurrection of the gods be so strange! That is completely meaningless
Logic! You are just making excuses for your brutal rule! Brother! You have really changed! You have become so scary!"
By the end of the sentence, the woman's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was filled with tears.
The person in front of me at this time seems to be increasingly difficult to overlap with the young man in white with a gentle smile in the sun.
"..."
Arshan looked at Medolam with complicated eyes and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
"You don't need to worry about these things."
The Beimang Khan withdrew his gaze, picked up the jeweled wine glass on the table and took a sip.
"I don't need to care?!"
Medoram looked at him and gritted his teeth, "Brother, after you became a rebel, do you think that God will let the rest of our family go? Do you really think that God will judge the situation and punish individuals?"
"Father Khan has already given the answer."
Arshan put down his wine glass, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Do you still remember the letter you gave me ten years ago? My father Khan said in the letter that he was selfish when he was alive. While he wanted to gain eternal life, he also wanted me to
Do the right thing and let me bear the terrible price.
Isn't this obvious enough?
He also wanted me to go against the gods and thought that I could get rewards from the gods.
Why?
Because Father Khan has always known that even if I become a rebel and destroy the god's plan, I will be the only one who will be tortured, and other tribesmen will not be implicated.
Even he, who deliberately concealed the truth and induced me to do this, can still be rewarded with eternal life.
Why?
Is that god so stupid and easy to fool around with?
No, it's impossible.
I am more inclined to believe that the god has not really awakened his consciousness at all.
All his actions in this era are set in advance, similar to the 'program' in the formation circuit!
He searched for the Chosen One twice and was given divine power twice. The first time was given to his grandfather, and the second time was given to the Bear King of that generation. Both times, the divine power was given unconsciously and was the automatic behavior of the 'program'.
.
Father Khan said that the god had not communicated with his grandfather a few times at all. Apart from the first order, the divine voice came to him several times in the following times to sternly remind him not to forget the original agreement.
And after I searched for the Soul Bear King, I found the same thing.
Except for the first time he gave the order, the rest of the reminders the god gave him were exactly the same in terms of content, tone, and emotional ups and downs.
In other words, it is simply the same sentence repeated.
The so-called identification of God's Chosen Ones, the granting of divine power, the reward of eternal life after death, the identification of those who rebel against God, and the punishment of those who rebel against God are all 'programs' set by the God in advance and can run automatically.
And he himself has not regained consciousness until now."
At this point, Arshan took another sip of wine, and then continued calmly: "All I am doing now is to delay his awakening and resurrection as much as possible. As I said ten years ago, this world does not need
God."
"Absurd! Ridiculous!"
Medolam didn't know how to refute this increasingly unfamiliar brother, so he just looked at him with red eyes.
"Whatever you think."
Arshan turned his back to his sister and said softly: "These conclusions of mine are well-founded, but you shouldn't know those secrets, so whether you believe my conclusions or not, it's still the same sentence. You can't know these things."
There is no need to take care of it, just leave it all to me. I will bear the cost of opposing the gods alone.
As for the third-class citizenship system, there is no need to talk about it again.
This matter cannot be implemented with a single edict.
The paper edict I issued today is not a reminder to ‘start implementation’, but a notification of ‘successful implementation’.
The content of this policy has already been started over the years, but now it is just being completely perfected and finalized."
"..."
Medolam was completely silent and said nothing.
Arshan continued to drink alone at Yue, also silent.
For a moment, in the garden pavilion under the night, the only sounds left were the sounds of pouring and drinking wine, and the rustling of the flowers in the evening breeze.
"Right."
Suddenly, Arshan turned around and looked at Medolam with a frown, "I just remembered that your husband Nabatu came to me two days ago and told me in grievance that you had been married to him for more than thirty years.
, but up to now, you two have never slept together even once, and you are not even willing to let him touch your hands. Is this true or false? "
"how?"
When he mentioned this matter, Medolam's face suddenly darkened and he looked at him coldly, "Which law on the grassland stipulates that husband and wife must have sex? Which law stipulates that a wife must touch her husband?!
"
"Tomorrow, you will be able to see these two newly added provisions in the Law of the Grassland." Arshan frowned.
"Then you can also attend your sister's funeral at the same time!" Medolam's voice was cold.
"..."
As soon as these words came out, Arshan was speechless.
"You are husband and wife."
After a long while, he looked at Medolam and said helplessly: "It's been 38 years. In two months, it will be another wedding anniversary for you two. After that day, you will have been married for 39 years. As a result, you have been married for 39 years."
It's so unfair to Nabatu that I won't even touch him."
"Over the years, I have taken the initiative to marry him eight concubines, all of whom are extremely beautiful and stunning in the world. Isn't this enough?"
Medolam tilted his head, not wanting to look at Arshan, and just said coldly.
"But he never agreed. This is all your own decision."
Arshan sighed, "The only thing he likes is you, and he has never touched those eight women from beginning to end."
"I have done my best to be kind and righteous."
Medolam's pretty face was cold, "I never care what Nabatu wants to do. I have told Nabatu many times to let that guy play whatever he wants. He can treat me as his wife dead! I should
I’ve done everything I’ve done, and I have a clear conscience!”
As she said that, she looked at Arshan again with complex eyes, "My body will only be touched by one man in this life. If he doesn't touch it, then no one can touch it!"
"..."
Arshan lowered his head and avoided his sister's gaze.
His eyes were lowered, and he held the jewelry cup in his right hand. He gently rubbed the red gemstone inlaid on the surface with his thumb, and said softly: "Mei Dolam, next month, I will hold a wedding ceremony with Mu Linglan of the Mu family.
, she will be my first queen, and I hope you can come and attend.
Just as I, as an elder brother, gave you my blessing on your marriage back then, I also hope that my marriage will receive my sister’s blessing..."
"winter!"
Before Arshan finished speaking, Medolam picked up the wine bottle on the table with an expressionless face and hit him hard on the head, making a clear sound.
The Beimang Khan's head was naturally fine.
However, this silver hip flask had a deep concave mark directly on it.
"You'd better not send me invitations."
Medolam turned around and left with a cold face, "Otherwise, your wedding will become that Mulinglan's funeral!"
…
…
dusk.
The fiery red sunset hangs high in the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreads to the heaven and earth.
Outside Beimang King City, deep in a certain vineyard, next to a shelf of purple and green grape vines, there was an old woman with gray hair lying on a rocking chair, covered with a blue blanket, closed
Close your eyes and bask in the sun quietly.
There are already wrinkles on her face, and there is a gentle kindness between her eyebrows. It is not difficult to tell that she must have been an unparalleled beauty in the world when she was young.
Time never defeats beauty.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the old woman seemed to notice something, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
It was a pair of still clear brown eyes, reflecting the figure of an old man in white.
"ha……"
The old woman looked at the old man who suddenly appeared, with a gentle smile on her face, "So, you are so old too."
"People will grow old."
The old man in white moved a small stool from the side and sat next to the old woman's rocking chair.
"Am I ugly now?"
The old woman raised her right hand tremblingly, first glanced at the skinny arm like old tree bark, and then touched her face, which was no longer smooth, with a dark look in her eyes.
"No."
The old man shook his head gently, and then said with a smile: "It's still beautiful, just like when I was a child."
"You are still as good at coaxing people as you were when you were a kid."
When the old woman heard this, she couldn't help but smile.
Next, the brother and sister, who were already old, said nothing more. They just bathed in the afterglow of dusk and quietly enjoyed the peaceful and beautiful time.
Until the sun sets in the west and is about to disappear completely on the horizon of the grassland.
"Brother, give me the Immortal Pill."
Suddenly, the old woman looked at the sunset that was about to disappear and said softly.
"No more two years to live?"
the old man asked softly.
"No."
The old woman shook her head gently and smiled, "Instead of lingering in this old and incompetent posture, why not die directly? At least, I can show you how beautiful I looked when I was young before I die?"
"You have never changed in my eyes."
The old man looked at her with a very serious expression, "In my eyes, you will always be the little girl who only followed me and cried. Forever, forever."
The old woman said nothing more, just looked at him with a smile on her face.
The old man also completely understood the other party's intention, took out a vermilion pill from the space necklace, and gently put it into the old woman's mouth.
This elixir melts in the mouth, forming a stream of red light in the blink of an eye, filling every inch of flesh and blood on the old woman's body, forcibly activating the alien blood in her body, allowing her alien blood, which has been weakened by aging, to regain its final strength.
.
This is essentially a kind of "reflection" caused by external stimulation.
The external manifestation is...restoring youth.
This decrepit old woman is rejuvenating herself at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, she has transformed from a skinny old woman with wrinkles on her face to a white-skinned woman.
Beautiful young beauty.
"Long time no see, my flower princess."
The old man looked at her and smiled slightly.
Medolam seemed a little shy, covering his mouth and smiling softly.
"..."
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Medolam said: "Brother, after I die, bury me in the tomb of our Nala royal family, okay?"
"This is against the rules."
The old man looked hesitant and said, "As a woman, you should be buried in Nabatu's family mausoleum after your death."
"Irregular?"
Medolam couldn't help but smile, "But, brother, I remember that you haven't followed any family rules in your life, right?"
"All right."
The old man was speechless, and in the end he had no choice but to smile and nod, "It's just that we can't do it openly. It would be an insult to Na Batu's family. Do you understand?"
"certainly."
Hearing this, Medolam lowered his eyes, and a bit of guilt suddenly appeared in his clear and moist eyes, "In this life, I have already done a lot to Batu Liang, and I can no longer let his family
Also humiliated."
"..."
In this regard, the old man was silent.
"besides."
Medoramu looked at him again and said softly: "Don't engrave my real name on the real coffin after my death, just leave it with Nabatu.
Well, just carve the name "Meduolamu". Anyway, you have called me that since you were a child.
In addition, my coffin needs a beautiful transparent crystal coffin, and it also needs to be paved inside..."
"Wait wait wait!"
When the old man heard this, he quickly interrupted, "Medulam, you are a grassland person. No matter whether you or I have half of the Daluo blood in our bodies, we are all grassland people. A person's identity should not be judged by blood, but by blood.
It's based on behavior.
You and I have been living according to the way of the prairie people all our lives.
Indeed, in recent years, it has become very popular for Daluo ladies to take the Immortal Pill to restore their youth, and then be buried in a transparent crystal coffin, leaving their descendants with the beautiful appearance of an incorruptible corpse.
But you can’t, Medolam, you are a grassland person, and you should also know very well that according to the tradition of our grassland people, we cannot be buried in this kind of transparent crystal coffin. If you insist on a crystal coffin, I can help you.
Find something opaque..."
"No."
Before the old man could finish speaking, Medolam shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I just want to be transparent, because I want you to visit me often after I die, and you must be able to see me."
"Medolam."
The old man looked at her, his face darkened, "I said, no..."
"elder brother."
Medolam interrupted the Beimang Khan again, "You have never allowed me to be willful a few times in my life. Let me be willful once. Just this time. You have never been a stickler for tradition anyway."
Guys, why do I have to follow tradition?"
"I……"
The old man was speechless for a moment and sighed helplessly, "So, the elder brother still has to be a role model. If he can't set a good example, he will have to let his sister follow suit."
Hearing this, Medoramu suddenly smiled and his eyes turned into crescent moons.
"What else?"
The old man looked at her and smiled helplessly: "You haven't finished what you just said. What else should be put in the crystal coffin?"
"flower."
Medolam's voice was soft, and his eyes were full of reminiscences, "My crystal coffin should be filled with flowers. The varieties of flowers should be the ones you gave me the most when I was a child. Also, remember not to let them rot.
oh."
"I remember."
The old man said seriously.
"So……"
Medolam looked at him with vague eyes, raised his right hand, gently touched his face with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "It's time to say goodbye."
"Brother, see you in the world after death."
"If you want to be punished by the gods, then I will accompany you."
After saying this, the beauty gently closed her eyes.
Her raised right hand slowly fell down like withered flower petals.
Medolam just lay on the rocking chair next to the grape trellis, with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. He seemed just a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap.
"call--"
The old man's body trembled and he took several deep breaths. Then he stretched out his hands tremblingly and helped her wrap the blue blanket around her body. He sat next to her and looked at the horizon.
His cloudy brown eyes seemed slightly moist.
At this time, the dark red sunset on the horizon of the grassland completely set.