The male protagonist is blackening: Raiders, please be careful

Chapter 112 The Empire and the Rose (28)
When the caravan was about to enter the city of Damascus, it encountered trouble.

Bai Feifei should have thought earlier: Syria and Assyria are at war soon, how could it be possible that the capital is not heavily guarded?

The city wall is made of huge stones, surrounded by a moat, and there is a suspension bridge on the river.There are also hundreds of perforations on the castle, which resembles a tall tower with castellations on it.

Afterwards, the Assyrian army came to suppress the border... and the front was "this road is blocked"──
It's really not the time to come!
"What should I do... Do I need to take a detour?" Bai Feifei asked hesitantly. The Assyrians' marching speed was not so fast, which Bai Feifei saw with his own eyes.

"Need not."

The man replied, with a smile on his face that confused Bai Feifei.

So seeing him jump off his mount and lead the camel to the moat──
"I'm back—"

The man shouted in a loud voice.

The sentinel on the city wall poked his head, and before Bai Feifei could react, the suspension bridge was slowly lowered—
"His Royal Highness has returned to the city!" Unexpected jubilation resounded through half of the sky──
Bai Feifei looked at the man surrounded by everyone like stars and moon in surprise—he is actually the prince of Syria? !
But the man didn't seem to care about this expected expression, and he acted as if there was no one else around—he threw a bright and sunny smile at Bai Feifei... Before she could react, he hugged her off the camel's back, The movements are imperceptible and cautious...

"Welcome to Damascus──" the man said, as if he was talking and laughing with himself a moment ago, with that harmless smile still on his lips.

Seeing that smile, Bai Feifei suddenly and inappropriately thought of the court bloodshed in ancient West Asia...Father and son brothers vying for power──
His gaze shifted and he stared at the man's eyes—the color was so gray that it was even a little blue.

At the same time, in his eyes, there is something that Tiglath Palashar can never see...

clear.

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Damascus, located in the east of the Mediterranean Sea, is an important traffic bridge between Asia Minor, Mesopotamia, and the Arabian Peninsula. Its superior geographical location brings it many intangible resources, but it also attracts many less evil...

At the moment it is on guard against the city - in order to resist the powerful enemy Assyria that is about to approach the city.

The solemn scene in the city is not the same as that outside the city——the whole city is quite quiet, only the music of offering sacrifices to the god of agriculture is played intermittently in the temple...

War is not far away.

A large bouquet of gorgeous roses suddenly appeared from behind, startling Bai Feifei who was in a daze.

"For you—"

The one holding the bouquet was a sweet-looking little girl, about seven or eight years old, with thick and thick eyebrows, and big dark brown eyes that kept blinking. She tilted her head to stare at Bai Feifei, and suddenly grinned Smile - even the small front teeth are exposed.

"Ah?" Bai Feifei was a little confused, hesitating whether to accept this "unexpected gift", the little girl stuffed the bouquet into her arms, and said in a serious manner: "It was given to you by His Royal Highness Alpad ...well...he said...he said...you're a guest...well...well...and...and my name is Ram!"

Ram stammered, and was even counting things with her fingers... Maybe someone told her how to say the words one by one, but she couldn't recite them anyway...

Heh... the little girl's innocent look was so cute──
Bai Feifei smiled, and lightly pinched her flushed cheek with his left hand.

"Like it?" Ram pushed Bai Feifei's chest, pointed at the flower——Bai Feifei realized that the stems of the rose had all been removed, and the flowers were still full of dewdrops...

(End of this chapter)