Hellish Affairs

"King." A stern voice came from among the nobles, and Joyas turned his head to look at the noble standing in that corner. He had been silent before.

—Dumuzd.

His father seemed to have been a respected slave owner since the reign of King Lugalbanda. He had nearly a thousand slaves under him. Why did they stay in the north?

Through Joyas' magic eyes, it can be clearly seen that this person is a magician.

Dumuzd was the first person to know that Uruk's main god was divided into north and south mirrors. When everyone weighed the pros and cons and made a compromise decision to leave the south and go to the north, Dumuzd gave up.

It seems that in order to revive the prosperity of his family, wealth must be sought in danger. He doesn't know who is coming to be the king, but he understands one thing, if he can take the opportunity to encroach on the whole south when all the forces retreat to the north .

When this ridiculous contest had completely disappeared, he would be able to occupy half of Uruk.

Dividing Uruk into two halves, others saw the crisis, and he saw business opportunities—not to mention, most of the aristocratic businessmen have retreated to the north, and his tax and military service alone accounted for the entire southern Uruk. one-third of a gram.

"Talk." Joyas turned his head and looked at Dumuzid with a half-smile.

"...what the humble official wants to say has been finished by all the adults," Dumuzd looked up at Joyas with the cunning characteristic of a businessman, and said: "The humble official wants to know, how will you solve these problems."

Joyas felt a little funny, he would not have said such a thing if he hadn't the guts.

"My solution will be implemented soon, you just need to watch quietly." Joyas stared at him through countless crowds with his red eyes, his voice was hoarse.

Dumuzd looked at King Pendragon talking expressionlessly, staring at these eyes, no one could speak, so he simply knelt down——

"My lord, if you don't want to follow everyone's advice, I think the people of Uruk will leave Uruk. Without the people, we won't be able to pay taxes..."

tax?

Joyas thought about it for a while. As the oldest city of mankind, Uruk has its own mature tax system. This system is still applicable in the era of Gilgamesh, even if Gilgamesh is a tyrant. At that time, the state machinery was still operating normally.

Oh, you want to threaten me with this...

Joyas was not in a hurry, and began to think, how should I assassinate this bastard or send him back to farm?

Ha, as expected of Lord Dumuzid, the king began to think, and finally realized the importance of us. The nobles looked at Joyas' thoughtful look, and couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

"Well, I see, I will take care of it." Joyas replied, and continued to look up at the people around him, "Is there anything else?"

What, why is Wang still acting very casual, does he take our affairs to heart...

As Joyas said, he turned his head and looked at Dumuzid again, as if he was specifically asking him——

Dumuzd took a deep breath, the huge dragon power suppressed him, he swallowed his saliva and said: "No more."

Suddenly, a panting guard suddenly ran into the noble meeting room.

"King!" The guard knelt in front of Joyas, sweating profusely with an anxious expression on his face, "Lord Urnam... was assassinated, and is seriously injured outside the hall..."

Joyas's pupils shrank slightly, his face was expressionless, but everyone could feel that the temperature seemed to be a few degrees lower. He looked down at the people below...

The atmosphere of silence entangled everyone. Everyone knew that Joyas's most trusted subordinate was a slave of extremely humble birth. It was like a child deliberately breaking a vase in order to attract the attention of adults. No matter what the reason was, he always You will be beaten severely.

But before that, these nobles didn't think that Joyas Pendragon, an unheard king, would be an adult, while they were just a group of brats.

As if killing chickens in a vegetable market, the butcher is sharpening his knife, and every few minutes he will fish out a chicken from the cage and slaughter it.

Obviously, that's what they are.

But I feel that I am also the child of my parents, no matter how hard I want you to see how good we are, how can parents kill their own children?

True, parents don't kill their children, but butchers kill chickens.

"You gentlemen did a great job..." Joyas finally said.

"King." Dumuzd stood up and continued, "It's really chilling for you to say that, Ur-Nam...Your Excellency is just a slave who escaped from Eridu of Kish."

"And for so many days, he has been gossiping around to confuse people. If you really need to use the imperial examinations to promote talents, Wang, but the examination papers, legal grading, these things are all taken care of by a little slave like him. It is true. ridiculous."

"Did you do it?"

Chapter 120 Proclamation in the Name of the King of Uruk

"Did you do it?"

Dumuzd was stunned for a while, and said after a while: "This is not my opinion alone..."

"En." Joyas put his hands on the king's staff and said seriously: "That's true, then who should I let take care of it?"

"Of course, the children of nobles with excellent bloodlines will compete for the selection. At the same time, many nobles have made meritorious deeds from their ancestors since the city was founded. This is the shadow of God..."

Seeing that Joyas nodded, Dumuzd couldn't help but feel joy in his heart, and at the same time, the whole hall began to quarrel and talk.

Everyone conveyed their words to the king's ears. To put it bluntly, although the king seems to have the blood of God, he still lacks experience. As long as everyone guides them with heart, they will become an excellent king like Lugalbanda. of.

Alas, the grown-ups finally noticed the kids.

Joyas was no longer wandering, observing that the chicken was more suitable for slaughter.

Joyas endured his raging anger and listened to their quarrel. Sadness was not the same, and his anger was well concealed, just like the calm before the storm. They thought they had taught the new king a lesson.

Alas, Joyas sighed softly, almost found the chicken that should be killed, and finally understood why Gilgamesh wanted to be a foolish king, this group of people is so stupid.

He suddenly stood up from the throne, walked down without caring about everyone, threw away the royal scepter inlaid with precious gemstones, and pulled out his holy sword casually.

"When..." The holy sword uttered a crisp sound, and the hall was instantly solemn.

The congressmen looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

The long summer wind blew Joyas' golden hair, and the ether particles fluttered in the air, gradually drifting to Joyas' side. This is a fluctuation that only the Age of Gods can have.

The majestic sunlight shines through the towering coconut trees, casting gorgeous broken shadows on the bluestone slabs, and the light that falls on the white floor reflects into one's eyes, dazzling and blinding.

Several medical staff carried their most trusted hands to his side——Joyas Pendragon couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw the way he was doing.

The boy who was tied up like a hedgehog was dying and bleeding profusely. Fortunately, the yellow robe given by Ishtar was still on his body. The moment he saw Joyas, he moved After a few strokes, Joyas immediately clenched his blood-stained hands, and repaired his body with the power of Avalon.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I wasted your magic power..." He said dying, even so, he told who sent someone to hurt the propaganda with arrows.

Joyas nodded calmly, enduring the burning anger, his voice was hoarse, and he replied in a low voice: "Stop talking..."

"This is a great opportunity." Urnam said hastily.

"Indeed, I was wondering how to kill them." Joyas replied seriously, "Thank you for your hard work."

Urnam breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded with a smile——for him, he decided to follow Joyas from the moment he saw Joyas until today.

"Ainzley." Joyas called his adjutant, and she hurried to Joyas' side, "The noble council is over, next meeting."

"Oh yes, the people's representative meeting." Aindsley looked at the clay tablet in her hand in a panic and said, "My lord, now you need to go down to the next floor. Below is the civilian meeting room."

Above the blue sky, Joyas glanced through Uruk and saw Gilgamesh's palace.

"...No, I want to hold a meeting in southern Uruk."

Ainzley froze for a moment, then nodded quickly, "Yes, I will arrange—"

"No more arrangements." Joyas interrupted her, and walked towards the high platform of the tower...

"King." The familiar voice reached Joyas' ears, he froze, and sighed softly——

"I will not let anyone who hurt you go, an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye."

But Urnam obviously didn't want to say this, he said: "You will succeed, you will become the king of the entire Mesopotamian plain."

The long and misty loess is like golden crumbs rolling with the stirring ether, blowing the hem of his clothes——

"Take a good rest." Joyas walked towards the edge of the platform without turning his head——

Rows upon rows of houses made of Uruk's soil are spectacularly arranged in front of my eyes, sparsely planted with coconut trees, and even have their own urban drainage system, as if it is a modern battle city that can pass unimpeded, as if a bet between gods, The competition between the kings does not affect their prosperity and sorrow.

A funeral is held at one end, and a new couple is wished at the other end. Sadness and joy are contradictory and coexist.

This is the country of mud and clay and wheat and sheep—

All the nobles in the room ran out one after another and stood behind Joyas.

"My lord, I'm going to tell all the people of Uruk to come here." Ainzli said hastily.

Joyas raised his hand, gesturing for him not to use it, and Zhu Jian stared at the whole of Uruk——

The productivity of the people in the Age of Gods is obviously not as endless as that in the future, not to mention that it will take two thousand years for the Age of Gods to completely end.

Just like the former holy city of Camelot, the whole of Britain, including the civilians, were judged as creatures of the Age of Gods and became sacrifices after the fall of the Age of Gods. So in other words, the humans in front of us are not really new humans in the true sense. .

A white dragon occupies the top of the divine tower, although he now has this human shell...

The air began to tremble and then froze. The red eyes looked down at the whole Uruk, and everyone could feel an ominous force.

The people of the Age of Gods could feel the existence of ether, elves, and beasts.

A certain creature with magic power comparable to a god is now prying the sea of ​​ether, making everyone gather under the tower as if possessed by a demon.

The densely packed southerners of Uruk have discovered that King Joyas Pendragon is standing on the top of the tower.

The people were immersed in the summer south wind, and the leaves of the coconut trees planted around the tower fluttered in the wind like banners. The powerful magic power attracted Joyas Pendragon even just standing there. Almost everyone's eyes.

It was an existence that could never be ignored, conveying to the eyes of every Uruk person.

Just stand there.

As if waiting long enough to be heard by all those left in the north who could make it here, he spoke—

"Two rivers above, in the name of the king of Uruk, declare—"

Chapter 121 The two rivers are above, and the king of Uruk is by my side!

The sound conveyed by magic covered the southern part of Uruk. No matter what he was doing, he stopped his hands when he heard anything, and began to stare at the new king of Uruk.

From the moment Joyas pulled out the holy sword, his body no longer grew, and he lived forever with the holy sword. His slightly younger voice was accompanied by magic power like dust in the air.

The powerful magic power was released slowly, and Joyas' dragon heart made of ether was beating, churning together with the vast sea of ​​ether.

His voice is young, but no one dares to despise it.

The magic power was tumbling like an ocean, and the nobles around couldn't help but take a deep breath. Were they arguing with such an existence before?The one who fully released the magic power completely tore apart the human side, and the magic power boiled with the blood of the dragon.

Another king of Uruk, who had been working across Uruk for half a day, woke up from the light sleep of the throne.

He let go of his ability to explore the magic power, and Enkidu beside him also showed a surprised expression.