On the battlefield filled with smoke, there were countless corpses lying on the ground. There were flames everywhere, and the sky was gray. A few crows that were attracted by the corpses were circling in the sky.
On the corpse of a giant dragon stood a man in a red cloak. He was wearing armor, and in this dim world, he was as bright as the morning sun. He held a holy sword in his hand and raised the flag of Gotham. He was the hero of Gotham, Besis.
He was a legend.
The scene of thousands of people emptying the streets, countless young boys and girls cheering, and flowers dancing in the air. This was a scene that Besis would see every time he made a triumphant return. Every time, he would ride a handsome horse and walk in front of everyone with a smile until he reached the palace.
He was the idol of the younger generation. There was no girl who did not want to marry him. There was no boy who did not want to be a hero like him. An undefeated hero who galloped on the battlefield without losing a single battle. He even killed the terrifying Demon King. His reputation even surpassed that of the God of War, Amihu.
Wandering poets wrote about him in a song. This hero's song could be heard in taverns all over the world. Storytellers wrote about him in books. It was a hero's story that everyone loved.
But what was different from the songs and stories was that Bechis was actually a man of few words, and he wasn't born as a commoner. He was born as a noble, and only nobles had the opportunity to come into contact with advanced education. That was how his talent was discovered.
Hero, brave. Under the enviable reputation of everyone, he did not seem to like this resounding reputation. He also did not like to stay in the luxurious palace. When there was no war, he liked to leave the palace quietly.
Although his servants knew about this matter, no one could stop him. Therefore, the people involved could only turn a blind eye to it.
Where would he go?
No one would have thought that the hero, Besis, would appear on the fourth level, which was the residential area of the commoners.
The strange thing was that when Besis took off his shiny armor, he didn't have that red robe, and his hair was meticulously styled by his servants. Those who worshipped him actually couldn't recognize him. Occasionally, someone would say that he really missed that hero.
At that time, he understood that these people did not worship him, but the "hero" in their imagination. He was perfect and flawless, a figure that they could never come into contact with. And what appeared in front of them was only a person who looked very much like Beshis.
But Besis was not as great as they imagined. He did not have the noble character that the songs sang about, nor did he experience the touching things in fairy tales. Those were all things that people imagined and attached to him.
In reality, he was just working. As a noble, he had to put on his armor and fight for Gotham. He had great talent and brought great glory to his family. But when he became a hero, a hero of Gotham, this glory brought disaster to his family.
The king was like the sun. He would not allow anyone else to be brighter than him. The nobles were well aware of this. Besis's name was Besis's hero, and he was a hero of the 'commoners', serving the king's's's.
In other words, being a hero was just his job. As for whether he liked this job or not, no one knew.
On the fourth level of the Getan Royal Capital, the fields stretched as far as the eye could see. There were busy farmers everywhere. Beshis liked to sit on a small hill. There was a pine tree that had been blown down by the wind. It leaned against the hill and grew toward the south.
As usual, Besis sat on the soft grass and enjoyed the gentle breeze. Only when he saw this peaceful scene would he feel that everything he did was meaningful.
There were songs and dances in the palace, and there were countless delicacies on the table. Beautiful singers danced to their hearts' content, and fat ministers and military officials enjoyed themselves. Various politicians with hypocritical masks approached him, saying words sweeter than honey. Thinking about how he and his soldiers fought bloody battles to protect this group of greedy people, he would feel disgusted and angry every time. He remembered every soldier who died in front of him. Before they took their last breath, they would squeeze out a few words: Please take care of my family.
Their gazes kept appearing in Besis' mind. Countless soldiers, countless families. Other than killing the enemy, there was nothing else he could do.
Plop!
Just as Besis was immersed in his memories, a sound came from behind him. He turned around and saw an average-looking civilian girl. She was wearing a linen dress. The basket in her hand fell to the ground, and the apple fell into the grass.
Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with both hands, revealing a shocked expression.
"Yes! It's you! Lord Besis?! "
She almost screamed. Although Besis smiled faintly, he still hoped that the other party would not recognize him.
"Why are you here?"
The woman bent down to pick up the apple on the ground. Her movements were fast, and she must be very efficient at her work.
How did she recognize Bechis at first glance? Instead of thinking that this person in plain clothes was just a passerby who looked a lot like Beshis? Logically speaking, she only saw his back. How could she recognize that he was Besis?
Besis was confused, but he still felt that it was more troublesome. Perhaps she was a woman sent by a noble or even a king. But he quickly rejected this conjecture. Although the women sent to approach him were not outstanding beauties, they were all stunners in the eyes of men.
The girl in front of him was wearing a gray dress and a white apron. She was carrying a basket in her right hand. She was an ordinary civilian girl.
"You might have mistaken me for someone else."
Besis replied with a smile.
The girl blinked. In the words of a noble, she looked at Besis's face rudely.
"Is that so? But you really look like that hero. "
"Yes."
Besis turned his head away. Usually, the girl would ask for a rebuff and leave on her own.
However, a figure suddenly sat next to him. The girl actually sat next to Besidis. She took out a green apple with a little red color, wiped it with a handkerchief, and handed it to Besidis.
"Eat. Although it doesn't look good, it's delicious."
Besis smiled. He wanted to refuse, but the other party stuffed it into his hands. Then, he took out an apple from the basket and took a big bite out of it.
As she chewed the apple, she said, "Do you know, I've always wanted to meet that great hero."
Then, she seemed to notice that Besis was holding the apple, but he did not eat it. She turned her head and looked at Besis.
"You're not eating? Don't worry, I won't take your money. Eat it. "
Looking at her puffy cheeks, Besis sighed and took a small bite.
To be honest, the apple tasted terrible. Compared to the red apples in the palace, it was a far cry. It was even worse than the defective ones that the palace maids ate secretly. The sour taste almost made Besis spit it out, but he slowly swallowed it.
He admired the girl for being able to eat it so happily.
"I really want to meet that hero."
The girl suddenly sighed.
Besis was silent. He did not like to talk.
"Do you know, my two brothers idolized Lord Besis the most. They also wanted to be a hero like Besis, but they both died in battle."
As she spoke, the girl sighed. She looked up at the blue sky and white clouds.
The faces of many soldiers appeared in Besis' mind. He frowned as if something was bothering him.
"If you meet Besis, what will you say to him?"
He suddenly asked. He did not ask questions often, but there was one thing he really wanted to know.
"Thank you."
The girl said these two words in a low voice. For some reason, Besis' heart felt like it had been punched by a cotton-like fist. He looked at the girl's face, and she also turned her head and smiled at him.
For some reason, when he saw her smiling face, he thought of the wildflowers by the roadside. Although they were not stunning, they were just as beautiful.
"Hey! I'm going to work. Don't you have to work? "
"Rest."
"Oh! Slacking off! I'm going to report you! "The girl suddenly put her hands on her hips and said to Besis, but she quickly chuckled and smiled again." I'm joking. I'm leaving. "
Looking at the girl leaving, Besis scratched his head. Suddenly, the girl turned back and said to him with a smile, "Oh right, my name is Rita. See you next time."
With that, she jogged away.
Besis smiled and shook his head. He looked at the apple in his hand that he had taken a small bite out of. He did not know why, but he took another bite. This time, the apple did not seem so sour.
As usual, he still led the soldiers to charge and defeat the invasion of the Demon King's army. His face still maintained the smile that was like a still picture.
When there was no war or annoying trivial matters in the palace, Besis would often leave the palace and go to the hill. And every time he went, he would meet the girl called Rita.
She would often talk about daily trifles, complain about small things, and occasionally tell some jokes.
On the other hand, Besis had been listening quietly. He rarely spoke and did not even mention his name. The other party had not asked either.
From what Rita said, she was an ordinary peasant girl. Her parents made a living by farming. She occasionally did odd jobs in the market and occasionally helped out at home.
Although her life was very simple, Besis felt that it was very real. At least she lived freely, unlike him, who had to live as a righteous and perfect hero. He felt that he was more like a puppet that was being controlled at all times, a puppet whose mouth had been sealed.
"Hey, actually … you don't have to force yourself to smile when you don't want to. I feel that you're not happy."
One day, Rita suddenly said this to Besis. He was stunned for a moment, but in the end, he showed a bitter smile.
It was impossible. That smile had already grown on his face …
Later, the king of Getan launched an attack on the Demon King's forces. After countless fierce battles, Besis finally killed the Demon King. Looking at the mountains of corpses behind him, he suddenly felt very empty in his heart.
That was a victory that could be recorded in history. It won countless glory for the Getan Empire. Besis even met another legendary hero, an old man, the military god Anmihu.
He asked Anmihu a question, "Why do you want to be a hero?"
Anmihu pondered for a long time and said the answer that made Besis silent, "Because humans need heroes."
"I want to open a fruit shop in the future."
Rita looked ahead longingly. Her eyes were filled with an inconceivable light.
"Water, fruit shop?"
"Yes, it's because I like to eat fruit."
Besis opened his eyes and looked at the person who gave him the Medal of Honor. He could not help but say to himself, "Who am I?"
His words caused everyone here to fall into a state of shock. However, the king's right-hand man, a blonde foreigner, stood out and said with a smile, "You are our great hero."
No, that's not right. That's not me.
Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere became cheerful again.
Besis' smile slowly disappeared. He suddenly could not laugh.
He was the king's high priest, a great wizard who studied life magic. He seemed to have saved the king's life with his superb magic and was then put in an important position by the king.
Later, under the high priest's suggestion, the king betrothed one of his daughters, the princess of Getan, to Besis.
This was a joyous event that shook the whole country. The princess was seven years younger than Besis. She was very young and very beautiful. Besis had seen her a few times. Like most people, she admired Besis.
In the eyes of outsiders, the two were very compatible. Besis knew that this was the king's way of controlling him. Even if he married the princess, he would not be able to inherit the throne. The current king was dead, and he would be the next king's puppet.
Besis made a small decision. He wanted to escape and live as a normal person. He returned to the hill, and Rita was there.
"Come with me."
He held Rita's hand for the first time and said to her excitedly.
Rita's eyes widened. She looked a little strange today. Her eyes seemed to be a little wet.
She smiled and let go of Besis' hand. He would never forget the smile on Rita's face. It was the same smile he had before.
"No, I still want to open a fruit shop here. My home is here. I'm sorry. Also … I'm getting married. Look, isn't it beautiful? "
Rita wore a wreath made of white wild chrysanthemums and said to Besis.
Besis was like a torch that had been burned out. He gradually lowered his head.
On the day of the wedding, he was like a puppet without a soul. He did not know why, but he could not smile anymore.
With a cold face, the princess smiled very happily. With the blessings of the whole country, the two of them ascended the altar.
The one who presided over the wedding was the high priest, the blond man. However, at the last moment of the marriage ceremony, an accident happened — Beshis shed tears.
Although it was treated as tears of gratitude, the princess beside him sensed that he did not like her.
After the wedding, everything changed. Besis locked himself in his room and rarely went out. The king fell seriously ill, and the princess was temporarily in power with the help of the high priest.
Then, the Getan Empire issued many strange orders. For example, in order to save on the consumption of magic crystals, the street lights were turned off at night. No one was allowed to go out at night, and ordinary citizens were not allowed to go near the city walls.
With the help of the high priest, the princess also investigated the matter between Besis and a commoner village girl. She was furious. She could not understand how she was inferior to that village girl.
In the end, she believed the high priest's words. She believed that his magic could change Besis' mind and make him fall in love with her.
On the king's side, the high priest even lied to him about the Tower of Eternal Life and made him build the magic of eternal life in the city, as well as a strange altar.
"I didn't want to do that, but I love you too much. My father and I were deceived by him! He's a detestable liar. This is a dark scam. He's a demon!! I really didn't want to do this. I'm sorry, Besis. I know you won't forgive me, but I hope you know who your enemy is. It was he who killed Rita and us.
Farewell. The happiest thing in my life was to be able to marry you.
— Your wife Elizabeth. "
The words ended there.
The Demon King lowered his head and looked at the skeleton with a crown on her head and a long dress on the ground. He fell into deep thought.
This was the real reason for the destruction of the Getan Empire. Although the details were not known, this was the fuse.
What king and hero, what beautiful love story, these were just a little one-sided. People usually only saw the surface of things, and then spread it out after countless whitewashes.
The Demon King sighed softly and left the basement with the dusty book. He came to a hill outside and bent down to put the notebook in front of a pine tree.
In the gray clouds in the sky, a beam of light suddenly broke through the clouds and shone on a white broken sword. In front of the broken sword was a tattered notebook, flipping with the wind along with the white chrysanthemums.
In the thick clouds, a silver dragon broke through the clouds. Its body was tied with a rope, and it was dragging a huge sailboat. It appeared in the sky.
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