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The envoy seemed to be caught off guard and confused. He had never seen anyone refuse the invitation of Big Flamatar without hesitation.

"I was invited by the great Vlamatar. He is the think tank of the country and the slave of the servants of God Ahura. You, an envoy, do you want to insult our country and gods?"

Alexander chuckled, shook his head helplessly and said: "Open your eyes and see, I am a Roman, a Roman aristocrat. You can even use your words to say that I am a Roman aristocrat. Go back and remind you of that." 'Servants of the gods' servants', we Romans are gods ourselves, and if we want to negotiate, come and see me!"

The messenger turned pale and said, "You are too arrogant!" After saying this, he walked away.Alexander looked at the empty wine glass irritably, raised his left wrist, and glanced at the gold watch on his wrist.The hands show 7 o'clock.

At this time, a servant observed his words and brought a tray of wine, which contained three glasses of red wine. "Guest, do you want some wine?"

Alexander frowned with satisfaction, took the entire tray and placed it on the stone fence.He drank one cup in one gulp, put down the empty cup, and picked up the second cup. Just as he was about to have another drink, he found a piece of brown paper stuck to the bottom of the cup, which fell off the plate and floated on the ground. Fall to the ground.

Alexander frowned, leaned over and picked up the yellow paper.

"Good evening, Elder Lu!"

The contents on the yellow paper were inconsistent, shameless, and simply incomprehensible.The words are written with charcoal pen. I don’t know who originated this pen. It has become popular in Peshawar.

Looking at the note, Alexander's pupils tightened. He turned back to look at the servant who delivered the wine, but the man had disappeared.

"Finally!" Alexander smiled contemptuously and drank another glass of wine.

When he picked up the third glass of wine, several Sasanians walked towards him quickly. Alexander sighed, rolled his eyes towards the sky, and put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Great Vramatal Hazarpat, can't you give me a break?" He spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said almost casually.

Hazarpat was a shrewd person. She came with a small wine jar in her hand. After seeing Alexander, she immediately asked everyone to return to their seats, leaving only one guard at a distance.

"I have a jar of the finest wine here. It is said that it was brewed by the former Emperor Nero of Rome. He gave some to the ancestors of the Sasanian royal family. Our king is very wise and generous. I was rewarded for my small merits. A jar. I am willing to take it and enjoy it with my most deserving friends."

He walked to the stone fence, looked at the two empty glasses, poured two glasses casually, and brought one of them to Alexander. "Please try it!"

Alexander hesitated, then put down the red wine in his hand nonchalantly, and took Hazarpata's glass.He took a sip and showed an expression of appreciation, "Nero is the best at enjoying it. His wine is really strong. It has a uh...how should I say...smelling fire!"

Khazarpat burst out laughing. Nero once burned the city of Rome, and Alexander was making a joke about his country's history.

"In our country, the king is a god and must not be joked about. From this point of view, the spirit of the Romans is enviable and admirable."

Hazarpat added: "But I also have a slight disagreement. Hypothetically...just hypothetically, if you were the emperor, could you accept such a joke from others in person and not care at all? ?”

Alexander did not answer directly, but suddenly poured out the wine in his hand slowly, and a line of drunken water was drawn between the two of them.

"Look, I know the price of this wine, and its meaning is far beyond the value of money. If someone spoils this wine, you will ask him to compensate, right?" Alexander asked.

Hazarpat looked at him in confusion and replied: "Probably so!".

"But what should I compensate you for? Is it money or something else?" Alexander smiled and came closer and said, "Fortunately, it's me. Whether you want money or meaning, I can give it to you."

This is tantamount to admitting his identity. The old fox Hazarpat looked at him with a sudden realization. When no one was paying attention, he slightly touched his chest and bowed, "I didn't expect it was really you. I hope I didn't do anything rude before. .”

"Give me another glass of wine and I can talk about anything!"

"Of course, of course!" Hazarpatt immediately filled the empty glass. "It's such an honor. I didn't expect that you, with your status, would condescend to come here as an envoy. Can I ask your purpose of coming?"

"Why are you here?" Alexander seemed to have just started to think about it. "Why are you here? I just want to see the special scenery."

"Looking at the scenery? You can see some scenery here. But Rome's territory is thousands of miles away, isn't it?"

"I have said the word 'special', haven't I? For example, take a look here!" Alexander raised his chin and looked down upon the entire audience. The banquet hall was noisy and lively, with the aroma of food and wine overflowing. Some people only care about enjoying the delicious food, while others look down upon them and don't understand the taste at all.

"It's like a fire here, it keeps me warm," he said.

"But you can't let the fire burn you, so you drink here and let the wine separate you from the fire. This is really the wisdom that only a monarch deserves."

"But the fire still came, didn't it?" Alexander pointed at Hazarpata with his finger, looking helpless.

Hazarpat laughed and said, "It is always pleasant to talk to smart people."

Alexander also smiled, "Tell me what you want?"

He asked directly, and Hazarpatta responded directly: "We want Persia."

"Then what are you doing here? This is not Persia, this is India, the end point of Alexander the Great's campaigns in Macedonia."

"There are a lot of things we want here, including Parthia's ally Kushan, a cowardly and incompetent emperor, a powerful army that doesn't know who its master is, and floating hearts." Hazarpat told the venue Nei pursed her lips, Minar Sega was talking privately with Mr. Taha.

This Master Taha is the leader of the Imperial Guard in the capital. He holds military power and is one of the key figures in the political situation.

"We hope that Kushan will declare war with Parthia and attack from the east. If we are lucky enough to get the help of powerful Rome, then Parthia will inevitably fall into a war on the east and west fronts. Together with us, Sassanid, we will give it a fatal blow from the south. If we attack, Parthia will be eaten by us like a piece of cheese."

"And then you Sasanians get the biggest piece of cheese, and the Roman army, like beggars, begs you for the last piece and then goes back to Jerusalem in despair, right?"