No one does not like spring, just as no one in Uruk does not like Gilgamesh.
01. Tiancao Silang Shi Zhen
The day I arrived more than two thousand YEARS BEFORE Christ was a fine day. The sun shone brightly near the equator, reminding one of how one of the earliest apes discovered the sun in the middle of the world.
As far as I am concerned, maybe I am not a top person, but a young Japanese rebel leader who died young and of unknown origin.
So IT is not even clear to me why the Lord, or better yet king, chose me as his follower.
I have not yet put out on the magic circle looked at the blonde in the light of the king, and his fingers on clay tablets, fingers a little black, slightly peripheral is because of the lack of magic and withered, I think, he also seems to be summoned before too many followers, dignified and beautiful young blonde looks to the tired don't mind, he saw my one eye, The long narrow pupils of his scarlet eyes dilated slightly, as if they were peering into some unknown mystery, and he didn't have much time to waste with me, hastily ordering me to stand aside so he could summon the next one.
The people of the city had dark hair and dark healthy skin. They treated me kindly and respectfully. They called me the guest of the King.
King Gilgamesh, a name I may not have known in my lifetime, had heard of this man in the Valkyrie after death, in the midst of battles and exchanges with other spirits.
The man at the top of the king's Landing spirit, heard the description of the spirit who had fought with him, it was a beautiful man with golden hair, dangerous and gorgeous, arrogant and domineering, born with iron heart and stone intestines.
Often need to meet him after I came to this age, blond mr.wong is extremely busy, my report was ordered to try to shorten the report in a few minutes to complete, king gilgamesh gaze down on clay tablets, meeting time is not fixed, in fact I don't know when he was in rest, whether in the daytime or night, even in the morning, I can always walk in when I ask for an interview.
I was a doctor, and this man is not a spirit, he is a living man.
Can not bear, I sometimes will be so worried, he is my royal Lord, care about him naturally is also taken for granted.
It was early in the morning when I returned from a routine mission. The eastern sky was thin and transparent, and AS I made my way up the Stupa, the wind blew on my face, carrying the steam of the Persian Gulf. The guards taking over their shifts nodded to me. One of them smiled and said, and I smiled and nodded. These soldiers always felt a strange pity for me, probably because I was too young for them, and always did the most dangerous work, and sometimes they would give me a little heart, dried meat, candy, or small portions of cake, King Gilgamesh seems to know about this but has no intention of interfering.
I went into the palace, tall trees in the early morning sunlight cast long shadows, inside empty, blonde hair on the throne of the king of the nap, clay precariously on his lap, I quietly walked as far as possible, pulling clay tablets, saw his eyes under the bruises, I reached out and untied the knot on the neck, As a spirit, I only have a few spiritual clothes, he once briefly praised my red coat color is very good, do not know why I found that I have been maintaining this form, now I take off the red coat woven by spirit son, gently cover his body.
At my request, he had given me a copy of what looked like an alphabet, and my eyes fell on the clay tablet in his hand. I could make out only a few words of ancient and solemn writing.
In the southeast of the jungle, there is a city hidden deep in the woods, I saw his hand on the back of the inscription, that is my name, this should be my task.
King Gilgamesh might send me to the rescue. I sat down on the golden platform to one side, and as I pulled out the clay tablets the man involuntarily leaned his head on my shoulder, obedient and unguarded, perhaps because I was his follower and the scent would not alert him, and I unfolded the map in my mind. I found myself more familiar with this foreign land than I thought.
He won't give up the town, I thought, remembering my record on the Throne of Heroes. This man was a ruthless tyrant, and perhaps humanity was born inexplicably, and they all loved him inexplicably.
It was even projected onto me, and it was a courtesy I suppose, coming from a race naturally aloof and well-mannered, I had not much resistance to it.
Before the sun had fully risen, I left the palace without making a sound and asked the esteemed priestess to read the text. She seemed to want to remind me to forget my coat, and I smiled and shook my head.
She didn't seem to know anything about summoning magic, and I said it was a signal for him, and that if ANYTHING happened to me during the mission, the dress would probably be gone.
I was treated to fresh juice and lamb chops before I went into the jungle, and suddenly I remembered that when I first came to this place, King Gilgamesh looked at my coat, and he should have said, you are a boy, and you should be wearing these bright colors.
And the people here, indeed everyone treated me like a teenager, I actually found myself forgetting that intense and short life, as the savior to look forward to.
If the mission fails, I think, though my royal master must feel it, the red coat will burn to ashes inch by inch.
These days, thanks to your care, no matter what, I believe this land will usher in a spring, maybe quiet and pain, but still will bloom thousands of miles.
02. Leonidas III
I am king of Sparta, descended from Hercules, and I was one of the most famous guardians, and when the Persians approached with 600,000 men, the Athenians asked me if I would take your wounded with us when we withdrew.
I refused their offer, and we Spartans, as long as we are warriors, must return home with our shields, or lie down on them in a state funeral.
So when my golden-haired master asked me how I planned to train my soldiers, he naturally told him the story, and he smiled for a moment. "Leonidas," he said, "it is touching that the soldiers know that they must die, but the king's sense is that as many men as possible should live."
"The king will allow you to arrange your training programs and organize your army in Spartan fashion, but he will require you to summon the medical corps in time to treat the wounded, and to arrange shifts and leave in accordance with the rules of other soldiers."
I accepted the order, considering for a moment what it would be like to be a soldier of this king of Percival lust, and determined that I might, if necessary, disobey my Lord in the defence of mankind's first flame.
"It's the king's general." I heard whispers that the heavy helmets were obviously bad for vision, but I saw where I was going, and people stopped momentarily in their work and bowed their heads in respect.
In other notes I was summoned to, it seemed that most countries were not very friendly to soldiers, after all the human instinct for fear and discomfort with the blood of one's own kind.
But not here.
Something in my simple linear mind seemed to connect by analogy.
King Gilgamesh hates the word devotion, and he rejects my argument about the duty of soldiers. "The nation is not as fragile as you think, to be confounded with self-deception and heroism." "Tell them straight up what they're up against, what some of them are doing for them, and they don't just fall apart."
I think that maybe he was right, perhaps because he has always been this rigorous training with his people, this time is different, and I in my age, the most terrible enemy is mankind itself, and in this day and age, how the earth, god still save a monster can let the whole mankind to cope with wood is rich in the forest.
I am sometimes reminded of our myths and legends about the golden age of men who were privileged throughout their lives, and the Silver Age of men who, under the long, doting care of their parents, perished quickly from their own naivety and selfishness after the golden age had expired.
King Gilgamesh is no doubt willing to be the harsh villain. He accepts that he will not live forever, so he wants to make those he loves strong and tough while he is alive.
Even though they had been afraid, even if the shoulder the notoriety and don't understand, also can choose this way, this is probably a belongs to the king's consciousness, I think, for me, for the king is now like a model in the front, let the soldiers looked at me in an effort to have tame spirited, killed the most enemies.
I had been on a strict Spartan diet for the rest of my life, knowing that it would not affect my health once I became a spirit, but it had become ingrained in me and reassured my lords that I could win for them.
Here, however, I have instructed, people will be ale to pour in the wood cup, said to me that can boost the spirit, let the body to ease up, although I like to drink after done strange things, delicious grapes and the faint smell of fish, with out sugar particles even dessert, I can't accept the gracious hospitality.
But to my surprise, my Spartan brain, which had thought all this extravagance would hurt my ability to fight, now felt an inexplicable influx of other forces into every muscle.
The power to be loved, the power to be expected, the power to not retreat, not to lose, for something good.
King Gilgamesh never seemed to compel me to bow down. He did not seem to care for the formalities that Kings require, but as I was watched by those scarlet, divine eyes, I could not help but bend my knees in human respect for a king who was destined to make the most of the ages.
This man, I took a sip of water and looked at the disordered chart. I was probably harsher on my own people than on my own people. I had not learned the slightest astrology, and I did not know how many victories I could achieve.
But my instincts are always good, and I believe that mankind will prevail.
It was enough for me and for Gilgamesh.
03. Musashi House is proud
When I first met King Gilgamesh with my Lord, I admit I wasn't very happy.
I could not bear to be insulted by my Lord, and the blond man did not even look twice at my Lord.
It was such an honor to have my Lord's cooperation, but the blond man did not look at her more than once with his scarlet eyes, and then turned away.
Then the Lord told me that Gilgamesh had not been slighted by us, but that he did not want to be seen to be foolish, that we were the last two followers he had summoned, and that his powers were all exhausted, and that he was said to have fallen into a brief stupor upon his return.
Of course it didn't matter to me. I was only a timid fairy, and my selfish and shallow heart would not even quiver if I did no otherworldly good.
After I lived a life step by step, follow the master to complete daily tasks, master very hard, she seems to be able to work for king gilgamesh and felt very happy, I haven't seen such a smile appeared on her face, so I now of the world's score rose slightly a little.
Uruk's national passion and hard-working, master thoughts always can be subtle meet, she in, and some people, brilliantly describes the hometown cuisine, soon we will enjoy a slightly odd meal, facts have proven that not every fish is suitable for sashimi, but the taste is unexpected delicious, master to drink a little wine, He leaned back in his chair and sang a song.
"Cherry trees, marry at once." She taps her knuckles on the wooden table. "Saguaro, I'm really having fun."
She made me talk about everything from her plans to finish the mission tomorrow to the look of King Gilgamesh. I thought her heart had been broken by all the treachery and intrigue, and that she would continue to serve like a fierce Akita.
"We are only followers, my Lord, and may be sacrificed at any moment." I suggested.
"King Gilgamesh? "She mumbled, then banged her head on the table and fell fast asleep.
As the days went on, the legendary Chaldeans finally sent their Lord, who seemed to be an immature girl, with an Adjunent. I had no expectation of victory, but I followed the Lord and did my duty.
One night, before we left for our new mission to the North Wall, I overheard the white-haired magician talking to himself, predicting the sacrifice to come.
I felt the cooling of my blood, and as a faerie I instinctively felt the writing on the wall, so I hid my breath and sneaked into King Gilgamesh's chamber at midnight.
He was not here. The wind blew slowly through the lonely bed, and the white yarn floated gently, as if insulated from the existential world outside. I reached out and felt the dust on the bedding.
How long he had used this piece of bed, my heart had an idea, the corner to see the bedroom hangs on the wall, the pigment of slightly faded, I saw a blond boy is sitting among her parents, the head of a man wearing a crown, and the people here, with black hair and dark skin, face expression of tenderness and love, woman, My eyes lingered a moment longer. Her dazzling blond hair was adorned with flowers and holy light, and her scarlet eyes looked at her child with a calm tinge of sadness.
The men, dressed in gold and red, and the women in simple white dresses and gold sashes, each held out a hand to support the little child.
Gilgamesh.
The link between man and god, the wedge of heaven.
He was still in the throne room, and when I entered, he was giving instructions to the last officer on the question of the yield of grain. His plans were so detailed that, after the officer had bowed himself away, his eyes turned to my hiding-place.
"Come out." "He said coldly, taking another clay tablet. The stars of the night shone faintly upon his shoulders. I knew that this man had eyes that could see into the future, and that he should know what lay ahead for my Lord.
"If my master is gone, I will resign." I said bluntly, and accused him of sacrificing his precious followers to protect the powerless.
"Saguaro," he said, his thin lips spitting my name, then scarlet eyes peered at my face over the clay. "No, Saguaro."
He knew my name. He knew I was a fake from the start.
"Since the king has renounced all restraint on you," he said carelessly, "it is none of his business what you do, even to Tiamat."
"Though she may not like it." Gilgamesh said quietly and sarcastically, I feel offended, yet I cannot be angry, after all I, after all the disgraceful things I have done, vowed to atone for my Lord forever.
"You are disappointed," said Gilgamesh, not taking his eyes off the clay. "I am afraid the King has not bound your Lord by any strange means as you think."
"She just wanted to stay, for a future where there were children who were moved by her story." "Said Gilgamesh, as if he were tired of talking to a fool like me, or perhaps he was too tired.
He put the clay plate on his knee and suddenly raised his eyes to look at me. My knees felt weak with his extraordinary aggression and uncompromising manner. "Chang Lu Fang Hai Zun, it is true that the king has never spoken to you alone." "He said, his scarlet eyes slightly rounded by the lack of light." You need not hide from me why you take that man's name, and the king will not compel you to serve the king."
"There will always be a part of mankind that will flee in time of danger, but the king has always believed that they, too, will be well protected by the bravest."
For example, my Lord and I, I couldn't stay, so I just left. Before we left, I heard the king give a little laugh, the best laugh I've ever heard.
Tolerant and indifferent, it seems that a certain elder in the face of their own naughty children.
I remembered how much the Lord liked to be groped by this man, and what SEEMED to me at the time to be some sort of soft and cheap way of being wooed by the authorities. I raised my eyes to the sky and heard the Lord proclaim his name aloud.
"Under king Gilgamesh, nirowan."
Proud and cold, the one I most admire.
I ran away again, or often fang lu hai and ran away, I need time, as a chemical celebrates the return of musashi fang, with the treasure of the person who I don't know whether I am qualified to use unclean, when I look at the desolate earth in vanity, feel the man, son of the ghost, that the real hero, pushed at me behind my back.
Just as in the battle when he had beheaded the enemy with his razor, reached out his hand and pushed me aside, the arrow deep into his shoulder, and I fled through fire and blood, only to see a shadowy figure standing.
King Gilgamesh says that there are always humans who run, and they can run because there is another part of them that is willing to fight for them.
I think that the man I have always disliked, at the beginning of the draw himself on the side that will not come back alive.
'One thought makes you a man,' says Mr. Musashi.
I stretched out my hand, facing the evil of this world, which had deprived my Lord of his goodness. "The pure land of the West burned all our karmas, and five hundred arhats fell into the sea."
"Lord Righteousness!
04. West, du
I am very familiar with king gilgamesh, king Gilgamesh is very easy to understand, like a frank child, but there are many times it is difficult to understand, even I think he is like a closed book, looking at the cover may be able to guess a bit of the content, but maybe these unrealistic imagination and the inside of the thing is very different.
He told the end of the world one day, and I believed what he said was true, and everyone in this country believed it as WELL as I did. He said you could choose to enjoy yourself or to degenerate to death, but I knew I wouldn't, and neither would anyone else.
This is his country, and his country does not surrender easily.
He said he need to find some help, I help him to ancient magic circle painted on the ground, all times yingjie will once again together, I know how many some outstanding characters all kinds of perverse, I do not worry the king will be a good platform them, but this is, of course, a considerable effort, I know that the people are on their high actually but also is the body every child.
After a few nights of working without sleep, he would be so tired that he would take a nap, but would soon wake up and go back to work, because he had not been eating regularly for so long that he sometimes got dizzy and almost gave up getting up in front of people.
However, the situation became more and more serious, the death toll was mounting, the pressure was doubling, AND I could see his followers working almost to their full capacity, and I would sometimes ask them to take a break and ask if they were feeling depressed or uncomfortable lately.
I don't want anyone to have any misunderstanding to the king, king gilgamesh strong personality, and not willing to pay for your explanation, so what is inevitable people temporarily to him some misunderstanding, the followers to me for their tea or dinner always satisfied, expressed his heartfelt thanks to me, and said in today's scenario how could they have what those immature misunderstanding to the king.
I've heard from their chatter that magicians tend to regard their followers as complete tools and have near absolute control, especially magicians like Wang, although I don't believe that the king would see them that way, but the king is certainly not kind to them.
He is so busy that he is already overloaded with urgent things every day. I have a certain egoistic thought that sometimes comes to me. If he really doesn't care, then he won't be bothered by grief even if someone has to die.
The boy called Tencao left one morning. He said goodbye to me politely with a smile, and as I entered the palace, I saw his red coat draped over the king.
And in the morning of the next day, there was some sort of burning mark around the coat, and then it began to shrink, and finally it broke into specks of starlight and escaped into the air.
"It seems that the mission of Tencao has failed." "Wang said, speaking quickly and carelessly, as he tossed the next piece of clay to the official who needed to finish the work, telling him to move as quickly as possible.
I looked at his brow, immovable and dignified.
It's a little over-intentional.
"That kid always wants to think everything through before he makes a move, and if something happens suddenly, it's easy to give up on himself and choose intelligence first." As the officers dispersed, Wang suddenly said, the twilight star was shining in the pale blue sky.
I knew for a second that he was talking about the child, the child named Amkuso Shiro.
"That's his fault." "Wang commented, his emotions buried in the bottom of the water," that's all. I can teach him slowly when I have time later." He said briskly, "Siduri, where are the statistics I asked you for?"
"Here," I held out the tablet, "will you teach me later, Wang?"
He seemed to sense something and quickly looked around to speak of him.
Later, I heard that the Chaldean royal Lord mentioned relevant knowledge of the spirits. Most heroes in human history can enter the throne of the spirits after their death and fight again when the world encounters crisis. Maybe it is so.
Not so sad, THEN, I thought, asking the Chaldean maiden about some strange white-wagging.
"Well," I said, smiling, "in the future, people won't always fight to the death."
"Of course." "Men are not that fond of cannibalism," laughed the Chaldean Lord.
I was reminded of God's teachings. They say that human beings are born with original sin, and that if they are not taught in faith, they will fall and fight each other to the death even if they have no enemies.
So God had to be there to teach, to guide them.
"The best of mankind could have done that." The Lord chaldean smiled. "But men are so many, and in their long history the stars always shine."
"Of course it's going to be that way," Wang always replied to my occasional idle questions. "It's going to be that way."
"There are villains, there are heroes, there are war maniacs and there are pacifists." Wang insipidly said, I gave a tone, softly lamenting why not the world is good.
"Then there would be no development," he said, casting his scarlet eyes into the distance. "A man, however omniscient and good, can only do so much."
"And all kinds of people, in all kinds of possibilities, can climb higher and go farther." He smiled. "Something like that."
I have known King Gilgamesh for many years, ever since the young boy sat on his high throne, and I have rarely seen such a look on his face.
Gentle and peaceful, like an old creature looking down on the love of his life, the place where he was born and where he will be buried, his lovers, his parents, his children.
Perhaps he had glimpsed his own doom, and had given up all his pride and self-restraint to smile.
I didn't ask him about my endgame. In the confusion I asked him for orders to evacuate people. He yelled at me that it wasn't my job. I shook my head.
He turned to look at me, and I felt something tug at my heart, and I saw the orange and pink gleam of this man's eyes under the bloody sun.
"Go ahead." I was running out the door when I remembered something.
I should have said one more word of encouragement to him or given him a hug. That was the end of me, and I didn't have to think about anything.
There was no time for me to turn back, and I vaguely remembered the day I first saw this man, his bowed back.
"May you be a boon to the world."
05. Merlin
When I got back to Avalon, LYING in my own bed, I was pretending to be called, so I didn't seem to feel like a normal follower who came back with no feelings of sadness, joy or even a desire to sleep in.
The flowers opened under avalon's clear sky, and I looked down and saw my garden, turning white.
Of course, it was not the flowers that I had planted that suddenly changed into white flowers, but the floating ash that was thickly covered the flowers, and the whole world turned gray and white.
Soot such as snow mountain dump, will the world of all creatures mercilessly erasure, this is the end of this world, I bowed my head, with sleeves to do useless work as the same will be wiped clean flowers, bright red exposed.
I have finished my mission, and before long, as I already don't born immortal life concept of not too much, I was another visionaries, the holder of a clairvoyant peremptorily helper came to his age, he gave me a nightmare career in one of the most challenging job, let the mother of all things much sleep for a while.
So I spent my days counting sheep in the mother of Origin's chaotic dreams, and in my spare time I even envied myself out eating and drinking replicas of whopper gambling, a dangerous and terrifying job that I think a hundred years ago would have told me you'd be insane.
I hate unreasonable demands, but I don't hate unreasonable demands of beauties.
King Gilgamesh is beautiful, in the literal sense, and as the same visionary, we've been in touch before, but I've never met him, only a tyrant who ignores the will of others.
And he was beautiful, indeed, the most elaborate creation of the gods, and I was still contemplating a flirtatious remark when I found myself agreeing to the damn job.
And then things got strange, as I explored and wandered through the dreams of the mother goddess of Origin, listening to her deep, slow breathing and heartbeat, I could sense her deep sadness, her deep anger.
In her dream, I saw her betrayed by her husband and son, a sharp sword piercing her breast, her heart in two, and tears still hanging from her dazed face.
She will kill all the children who betray her, and create a new human.
I respect you are very thoughtful, I played a yawn, after all, I am a lazy person, this kind of hard work is certainly not to do.
Then, I saw her vision of a new human being, and if I may say so, as a face lover, I felt mentally polluted.
I've racked my brain, and I can't even begin to describe how uncomfortable and ugly this thing is, which makes my tongue run out of words, even though she seems to realize what's wrong, and put a patch on it to say that this is combat, and that after wiping out all of humanity with it, there will be others to create.
But you have consumed my faith in your taste, I whispered to myself.
Gilgamesh would correspond regularly with me, and I would report my current predictions of the date she would wake up. I knew this was a drawback, but I was such a talker that he couldn't help it, and he laughed as I described the new human prototypes I had seen.
"Why, if they're pretty enough, you'll defect?"
"I don't know," I replied. "AFTER all, I'm not human."
And then I remembered, he wasn't human either.
We were talking for a while about the experience of not being human and being involved, and he suddenly asked about my mother, my mother being human.
I searched my memory and found that the memory of that woman had been gently tucked away in some secret corner, with white hair and purple eyes, pointy ears and the same pointy canine teeth as my father.
And mother, my mother.
"In exchange, King Gilgamesh," I said, smiling, "can you tell me about your father?"
He scold me push your luck with a smile, a little thought for a few seconds, about the story of the man, he has black hair and dark skin, he seems to have nothing left on their own children, and other living creatures, human blood is very weak, I, he, is nothing like their parents mean to be a human being.
He told of the man who had squatted in the square with his hands open and watched the creamy boy lumpily past, laughing and saying that he was my son, who could draw the hardest bow and strangle a lion with his bare hands.
He will age, he will die, he is human, his hands are calloused, his wrists are hung with gold and lapis lazuli.
I remember the woman so clearly, even the glimpses on the ends of her hair, that in the chaos and eternal darkness she bent down and put my head on her lap and blew into my ear.
"Your old man is a jerk, but I love him."
It was the love of man, unreasoning, passionate and deep, warm and glowing in the darkest and darkest dreams of the mother of Origin, and the woman's sewing hand seemed to touch my eyelids gently, and that alone was enough to shut out the deepest fear and chaos.
The so-called perfect human beings would not have such strange and silly love and persistence, and would not have such love regardless of the cost. Originally, I reached out my hand after falling down, feeling pulled by something. When I stood up, I heard the woman's voice again.
"Merlin Ambrosius, you may have no feelings like your father, but I will always love you without asking for anything in return."
I have said that I am very similar to King Gilgamesh, and the part that I thought was inhuman, now I think, about the rest of it, the nebulous, ambiguous part, we are still similar.
The only flower that was wiped was soon buried in lifeless gray. I put on my hat, mother had said, Your hair is so dirty that it is so hard to wash, the ash is so thick and terrible, and AS I walked I wondered how I should make an impressive appearance.
Merlin Ambrosius, as dead as you humans, is at war again.
06. Tachika Fujimaru
When I wake up from the dream, exhaled gasped, I again dreamed of the day, the man in a dark red and asks I have hurt, I instinctively hand holding down the bloody mouth of the cave, but it is not how, blood flows continuously from my fingers, the "king gilgamesh!" I heard my voice, and I looked up and saw his face, his gentle, indulgent look, his eyes tinged with black, the calm of exhaustion.
"It's the end, Tachika Fujimaru." He said.
As the master of six special points, I'm certainly not a little girl who likes to cry. I squeezed the pillow and found that the Yin spilled water.
I sat up and looked into the chaldean white room.
The magic was gone, humanity had seized the future, but I had lost a lot of things, and I thought, maybe it wasn't the blond king who told me that everything I had corrected made sense, that I might already need spiritual guidance to survive.
I will always remember that night, when the stars were so bright and the Milky Way cut through the black sky and rolled out beautiful nebulae, When King Gilgamesh asked me to sit down and ask if I felt uneasy about the battle ahead the next day.
I smiled and said I was used to this kind of thing, please don't worry about me.
He laughed and casually spoke of my past knowledge that everything would be forgotten after the repair, as if it had never happened.
He laughed at chaldean amateurism and told me that everything had value and meaning.
I thanked him. He put out his hand and touched my head. He told me to go to bed early.
"King Gilgamesh," I heard my voice, and the blond youth stopped. He turned and looked at me. I took a deep breath.
"But you've always been alive," I asked quietly. "Will we ever meet again when it's all over?"
He started laughing, and I don't know if it offended him or what, but he had enough of it and said I had a real talent for comedians, and every time I made him laugh until his stomach hurt.
"The king would like to see the sad end of the fake, the magician of the throne." He smiled, as if thinking of something, gave a big smile, and walked away.
"I have been to Uruk, but I have not seen the hero king. It is too shameful." I remember when he said it, young men of golden hair whose armor shone brightly in the dim light, and he proclaimed that man's farewell to the gods, even if it was not so smooth, had come, even if it was not so smooth, and that with his hands he would make his future.
"I have to admit, that fellow was one of the greatest minds of mankind." I think of Da Vinci their words, raised his head to look at once in the division of heaven and earth's sword cut through the dawn and dusk, tore a road to see for me.
I got two chalice from The Spot, and the staff took the Magic One, and the Gilgamesh one, he said you can keep it as a souvenir, and I put it by my bed, and I threw my earphones and my watch in it, and it was just an object, as the man said.
Human desires can only be fulfilled by human hands.
Of course, SOMETIMES I will brush it to the canteen to play ice cream, colleagues looked at the size of it will scold me in cheating, I said a face of course this is I earned not accept you also go to make a ah.
But I stopped doing it once, not because I stopped, but because eating all that ice cream in one sitting really hurts.
I gradually summons a lot fought alongside the follower to the chaldeans, have Mr Grass every day ask me where can purchase the chaldeans maccha, what he is going to ask to promote his hometown of refreshing drinks, then leonidas ask is there any place I can let him show Sparta baking technology, I feel some followers are planning a party.
Ms. Niuromaru revealed a few things to me and eagerly asked if I wanted to join in.
The wine was a beautiful deep red, and the grass seemed a little afraid of matcha. Merlin was pouring Mr. Leonidas a drink and trying to ask him for his bank card password, and Baritoqian asked if I wanted something to eat in advance.
"My Lord," she said, smiling, "I beg your pardon, but we may have to call another Lord for a while for the feast."
My heart was pounding, and I turned my head to listen to the call system.
I know, a reunion, close at hand.
Counting the time, it was probably spring outside, and the future of humanity was still firmly on display. The ancient glaciers of Antarctica were a steady blue. I could see black and white penguins trooping by through the window.
The king of wayward, will probably want a kitten, I think of that time he said to him, perhaps after all, I can happily when a wayward girl, travel around the world, to do the thing that oneself like, my mind flash across countless images, rush to try to get rid of back out you can't bring penguins into the staff of the chaldeans.
I didn't do anything anyway, so it would be a little ugly not to grab a present, I thought with a smile.
"King Gilgamesh, do you like penguins?" I asked with a smile.
The bearer touched my head, the penguin accepted by him to touch the hair.
"The celebration of the restoration of babylonia begins."
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