"In order to fill our blessings, where are the lakes, forests, and mountains that have not been looted yet?" - Roman philosopher Seneca

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The king's thunder was furious, and the villain was frightened, but no one dared to say anything, because the two sides of the conflict were His Majesty and the other was Wang Bihou, and the anger of either side was fatal.

Finally, it was Biduita, a swordsman from Galata who stood up and bowed to the King of Kings, and whispered, "Maybe this gift will make your anger melt quickly like the snow on the top of the mountain in spring."

In the forest path of the hunting garden, a gorgeously decorated ox cart slowly drove out. Yiyayiya, stopped in front of Tegranis, and then walked out of the carriage. The woman who made Tegranis return to the years two or ten years ago. "Neza, Naisa, it's you. Have you become my father-in-law's weapon?"

"Tegrey, you are still angry that your brother is marrying you, his daughter, not his sister, am I?" Naisa jumped out of the car. In front of everyone, Tegranis hurriedly dismounted, half-kneeled in front of Naisa, and kissed Naisa's wrist and back.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come." Naisa gently stroked Tegranis's hair and beard.

"Yes, you shouldn't have come. You gave me the biggest problem in the whole country."

"I have no choice, brother, or you, are the ones I cannot give up the most in my life, and I will never give up. I am just afraid that the arrival of the Romans will change this." Naisa said, and Piduita, who was on the side, put on her gentle cloak. "Great Prince, the pearl of the Lord, please go to the sheltered room in the palace! I will inform you of your niece first, let her know and welcome your arrival."

Tegranis was shocked and asked in a hurry: "Neza, is this Galata saying, "Otpeli doesn't know about your arrival?" Naisa put his hands on the cloak, looked at the King of Armenia with her bright black eyes, and then nodded, "So Biduita will inform you soon."

"No, no!" Tegranis was anxious. He immediately told everyone that at the foot of Lieyuan Mountain, there was a quiet villa hidden in the dense forest. Nesa should stay there tonight - maybe he would come to visit him later and talk about his long-lasting feelings with Nesa.

"Your Majesty, you should not be addicted to your personal emotions now, because the messengers of Rome may come to Atacsetta tomorrow." Misaro rode on the saddle and advised worriedly.

Tegranis stepped back on the horse, as if he had made a great determination, and said loudly: "I will not hand over my father-in-law to the Romans, unless I am driven away from the throne of the king of kings - if the Romans were willing to fight, I would be the same!"

"Long live!" Biduita, Nesa, and his entourage in unison.

"But your Majesty, your decision is absolutely immature!" Misaro also looked anxious.

Little Tegray was both angry with the tragic death of the teacher just now, and was worried about Nesa's behavior of bewitching his father with beauty. He also agreed with Misaro, but his tone was obviously much more intense: "Father, the wise king of kings, what blinded your mind and wanted to bet on the fate of the country and fight against the distant Roman Legion? Just because of the charm of this half-old Xu Mother? You should not listen to women's words, even my mother's, they are all weak people without concentration. You should listen to them, people with real wisdom, such as teachers, such as Metdorus."

"Your teacher has turned into a pile of rotten meat, and Metdorus has already fallen to the ground. This is a wise man. Even his own disasters cannot be predicted. How can he help a country?" Tegranis cursed his son angrily. His anger became uncontrollable. He pointed at Misaro with a horse whip and said, "You were my favorite close minister, but you must pay the price for today's disobedience and nonsense - I will give you three thousand cavalry and ten thousand infantry, and you will take these troops to Sofini, which is the place that must be passed in Armenia, where to defeat the Roman army, capture their commander alive, and atone for his sins."

Misaro did not expect that his honest advice would end up like this, and he couldn't help but feel very sad. "My king, the proverb says that only strong people can drink a lot of strong wine, and only strong people can avoid being bewitched by sweet words. Since you let me go to death, I have nothing to worry about. Before the ten thousand Roman army of Lukulas, your best choice is to escape from Asia."

"Bastard!" Tegranis was furious, but when he saw the beautiful face of Misaro, he couldn't bear it: "As a descendant of the Armenian nobles, your words and expressions are really cowardly, defiling your family. Don't worry, the prince and I will lead 6,000 royal guards to you for the rear of the palace."

The next day, as Misaro expected, Aspis, the envoy of Lukulas, the military guardian of civil servant, came to Atacsetta with the envoy. Tegranis, because of the "fight" with Nesa last night, even his legs were trembling, barely sat on the throne and met the envoys of Rome.

In the palace hall, all the Armenian nobles gathered together. They shouted roughly, their swords and jewelry were swaying, making loud noises. Wang Bihou Aotpeli, accompanied by two maids, hid in the small room next to the main hall, secretly listening to the talks that determined the fate of the three kingdoms, and cared about how his husband would make a judgment.

When Apis held his head up to the hall, the nobles of Armenia burst into laughter. The young military guard of civilians, who was born in a civilian, did not wear a golden ring on his head and did not wear precious jewelry. He was just wearing a half-old robe. At first glance, he looked like a servant, but he had a sharp look like an eagle-like look and a thin and arrogant character. He held Lukulas' diplomatic letter in his hand and walked up the stage.

"Young envoy, can you fully represent your commander?" After Appis finished saluting, Tegranis on the throne asked.

"Of course," Apis replied proudly, "Just on my way to you, many of your country's city-states have secretly communicated with me."

This irony made Tegranis very unhappy, "You mean, are the sons of the gods in the Holy Mountain of Ararat afraid of you Romans? Then, what do you commander want to express to me?"

Apis raised his toes and calmly said: "It's very simple, hand over the Mitradatiers, who are enemies of Rome, and then I will take this old man to Sinop, because our commander, His Highness Lukulas, will use this old man in his triumphal style."

"It's a pity, young man." Tegranis stood up and said in a threatening tone, "This old man is my father-in-law, and I, the king of kings of Asia, have the obligation to protect the members of the family."

"That's fine, maybe the war will last for a year or two, until you and your father-in-law appear in the triumphal ceremony. I believe that the citizens of Rome prefer to see this." Apis shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

The Armenian nobles around him couldn't help but roar, and Tegranis was also angry at the arrogance of the young Roman envoy, but Apis was unmoved at all. Tegranis pointed at the four men in short shirts and looked like slaves, shouting: "Young Aspis, do you know who these four are?"
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