【Shine】Vital

Chapter 32

When the front line gradually calmed down, the alliance was busy with the civil war, and the empire dealt with post-war pensions and other issues, the letter from the imperial capital disrupted Gilgamesh's pace.

"Mrs. Ningsun asked you to go back?"

When he received the letter, Enkidu had just gotten up and was watering the flowers. He put down the kettle and sat down beside Gilgamesh, leaning his head to read the letter.

"That's right," Gilgamesh twirled the page lightly, thinking deeply, "It's been three months since the truce, and the undercurrent of seizing the throne in the imperial capital has not yet subsided. Mother is telling me to go back now, because she wants me to help that man? "

He dropped the letter paper and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Enkidu closed his eyelids and felt the information remaining on the letter paper with his mental touch.

"Calm... Mrs. Ningsun was very calm when she wrote the letter, without any anxiety or embarrassment, and there was a faint determination in it..." He tilted his head slightly, confused, "I'm not very clear about Mrs. Ningsun's real intentions, But it won't do you any harm."

"You can feel it?"

"Well, because Mrs. Ningsun also intentionally left a message on the letter paper, which is convenient for me to interpret. How about it, do you want to go back?"

"...What do you think?" Gilgamesh asked his opinion for the first time.

"Me?" Enkidu thought for a while, "I don't know what Madam Ningsun thinks. I know her mood, but I don't understand why she would do this... My emotions towards people other than you Perception has no interest, but since Madam Ningsun wants you to go back, it must be beneficial to you."

Gilgamesh pointed at the armrest without raising his eyebrows.

Enkidu waited a moment, making sure he didn't need his advice, then got up to get his comb, and sat beside him to brush his hair slowly.

His hair is very long, as smooth and supple as satin, and the hair is very soft and easy to be torn, so you have to comb it slowly when you comb it.Enki didn't even like to have his hair straightened, and he wandered around like a wild beast with his unkempt hair when he was just born. It was Shamut who asked him to sit quietly and combed his long hair gently in the sunny afternoon.

Gilgamesh looked at him with his back to the sun, stroked all his hair to the right side, and combed it skillfully from bottom to top.

Spots of light mixed with tiny fibers floating in the air, casting his silhouette in a halo of blur.

Gilgamesh held Enkidu's wrist, pulled out the comb with the other hand, and ordered.

"Turn around."

Enkidu turned around obediently.

Long hair flowing like water, green suits him well, Gilgamesh thought, trying to fix the comb on Enkidu's head.

The moment I look at the green, I think of the fresh smell of grass and soil after the rain.

Holding the handle of the comb, he went over in his mind what to do, and then began to comb Enkidu's hair.

The moment I combed down, a strange feeling spread along the body of the comb to the palm of my hand. The long cold hair ran across my palm, and the comb easily separated the hair and slid down with almost no effort.

From his line of sight, Enkidu could see that he lowered his head quietly and still let him move. The well-defined jaw and sunken collarbone were exposed from the covered long hair.

I want to cherish him, I want to give him everything in the world, and I want him to keep the look of being a human forever.

I want to ravage him, I want to tear him into pieces, and I want to imprint one after another on my fair skin that will never fade away.

Contradictions and desires are mixed together.

But in the end Gilgamesh just put down his comb and kissed Enkidu's hair.

Satisfied, he dropped the comb.

"It's very beautifully combed, and there really is nothing I can't do."

...just brush your hair.Enqi wanted to complain, but after thinking about it, this old man probably didn't even comb his own hair seriously. It's really a joy to be able to do this.

So he flattered, "You combed perfectly."

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

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The return trip was scheduled for the next week.

Enkidu packed his things, took the collection of Shakespeare's poems that Alexandre Dumas kindly gave him, and put the flower pots in the dormitory—no one would dare to steal flowers anyway—then finished a few clothes and waited for the return journey .

They traveled through the long and narrow desert in a military jeep, and flew back to the imperial capital by plane.

The big house in the center of the imperial capital opened its doors and waited for their return.

This mansion covering an area of ​​over a thousand square meters is extremely luxuriously furnished and resplendent, and Enkidu felt the long-lost local arrogance as soon as he entered the door.

Ashamed to say, Enkidu has no wealth luck since he was born.I will not mention the days in the laboratory. After leaving the divine religion, I will enter the tower to study, with food and housing included, and some living expenses will be paid every month. After graduation, I will enter the military camp, and the salary will be just that.In particular, Enkidu has no concept of money, spending money is exactly the same as his sentinel, spending money like water, and his savings over the years are not enough to buy a square meter of Gilgamesh's house.

He also doesn't have the self-consciousness of being raised as a little boy. In fact, he doesn't like this luxurious house very much. Compared with mountains of gold and silver, he is more willing to lie in the back garden.

Gilgamesh didn't think much of it either, Enki was his man, and it was only natural to live with him. The wealth accumulated by the Sumerian family for generations was terrifying, and money was not a necessity for him—anyway, as long as he wanted , there is.

The maid, Cassie, tidied up everything for them, and then quietly hid back in the kitchen.

Gilgamesh throws the key to Enkidu.

"I'll go find my mother, and you can handle dinner by yourself."

"Be careful all the way." Holding the key and dragging his luggage, he climbed up to the second floor and opened Gilgamesh's room, completely ignoring the fact that there are more than a dozen guest rooms, and took out his luggage to occupy the space in the house .

The room with a faint smell of blood and metal was gradually filled with the pheromone of the grass.

Gilgamesh drove the car in another direction, and soon arrived at the place Ningsun designated.

A small villa located in the city center. In order to avoid his father, Ning Sun deliberately chose her own single residence.

We met twice in half a year, which was the most during the war. Ning Sun looked at Gilgamesh who was striding forward, and looked up and down.

Short blond hair fixed upwards, exposing his forehead and sharp red eyes, the lingering gloom disappeared, he looked arrogant and conceited, he glanced casually and contemptuously at the butler who stepped forward to lead the way respectfully, with innate elegance Walk over slowly.

"It seems that you are in good condition." Ningsun raised his glass and smiled at his son, "That child takes good care of you."

Gilgamesh snorted, "It doesn't matter who takes care of whom. Like a wild beast, he likes to mark his territory, doesn't eat on time, and when he is bored, he either goes to the garden to step on the mud, or lies lazily by his feet. Any action that uses the brain, I like to do things based on intuition. Tsk, it's really troublesome."

Ning Sun stared at him and complained with interest, and raised his red lips to point out.

"Really, but your temperament, you have always said things that you don't care about, and you don't say anything if you value your baby. You will never reveal it unless necessary. Which side does the child belong to?"

It can be seen that Gilgamesh's bad taste is indeed mostly inherited from her, and she is smug and unrepentant about poking people's feet.

Gilgamesh glared at her, "You hurried us back from the front just to listen to your nonsense?"

Ning Sun didn't think it was disobedient, so he put down his wine glass.

"I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, well, since you want to listen to the business, then I'll say it."

"kindness."

"Your father won this political battle, you know that?"

"Of course," Gilgamesh said flatly, "with the financial power of the Sumerian family, one of the most powerful troops in the empire, and he was the strongest sentinel ever, and with your assistance, how could Dumutz win? ——In the remaining forces, there are hidden disputes within the Knights of the Round Table, and the Fiona Knights are not suitable for politics, so there is no basis for it.”

"Ah, that's right." Ningsun rested his chin with his hand, "After a series of complicated struggles, we are now the ones who have the upper hand, so your father thought—"

Gilgamesh raised his head warily.

"—I hand over the throne to you."

Gilgamesh sneered, and his bright red eyes flashed dangerously.

"What I want, wouldn't I take it myself? What is he doing, charity, compensation?"

Ning Sun was quiet for a moment.

"No...he said he never gave you anything, hugs, kisses, praise, encouragement - he didn't do anything that should be between a father and son - so at least, give you the supreme status, from now on you can do whatever you want Be bound to do anything, and no one can order you."

"I don't need his things." Gilgamesh answered her firmly.

"...This is not charity or compensation, my dear child," Ning Sun looked at him sincerely, "this is a gift that a guilty father wants to give his child. The first and last A gift—even if it's for me, I hope you'll consider it."

"..." Gilgamesh stared at her darkly, "So, you are threatening your son as a wife? Do you think you can make me submit?"

"Do you think this is a threat, Jill?" Ning Sun frowned, showing a hurt expression, "Do you think your mother will do this to you?"

Gilgamesh didn't look away, but his tone was a little weaker, he said stiffly, "Even if you don't, I don't need his things."

"...It's not just for him," Ning Sun adjusted his strategy when he found that he couldn't be persuaded. She was sitting with her fingers crossed on the table, and said calmly, "You know, we won the victory, but the fruit hasn't come yet. Swallow, and fight those vulture politicians, even if the fruit of victory is in your belly, they can dig him out later-so, in these days when the scales are tilted, there must be a leader who sits on the table on behalf of the family. A seat. Can your father do it? A sentinel who can’t see blood or light. Or other members of the family, do you really think their ability is higher than yours? Are you willing to obey the orders of that group of trash?”

"Why didn't you make it clear in the first place?" Hearing these words, Gilgamesh laughed instead, leaning back in his chair, his bright red eyes full of malice. "Of course those bastards don't try to look down on me. You're right. Even if the goddess of victory is standing next to someone else, I will let her crawl to my feet like a snake——so, that seat is not mine. No more."

"That's right," Ning Sun shrugged, "If your father didn't want to get benefits from you and begged me, I wouldn't have played the family card. Oh, of course, the gift thing is true, but after your succession It's true to try to take advantage of you. I'm so glad you see through my lies, my son."

The beautiful woman flirted with a flirtatious wink, "In this way, I can also reply to your father straightforwardly. Although my son wants to sit in that seat, don't try to interfere."

Gilgamesh sneered, and he stood up and picked up his coat.

"Go back and tell the group of immortals that I will direct the next actions, and those who dare to disobey will die. From now on, I am the supreme ruler of the Sumerian system."

Ning Sun waved lazily behind him.

"Of order, my lord, I wish you prosperous martial arts and lead your family to prosper."

Gilgamesh walked out of the courtyard and was about to get into the car when he heard a whistle.

He looked up and saw Ningsun leaning against the window, her fair skin exposed in a low-cut dress.

She hooked her lips into a smile.

"I'll give you a little suggestion, my dear child, take your guide to 'the place', there are unexpected surprises waiting for you."

Gilgamesh closed the car door bluntly and roared away.