Chapter 12 Two Of The Triplets Meet

A faint white light lit up the pitch-black stone chamber, and Ormazd appeared in the chamber. When he was pushed out of space, he was almost fainting, yet he still tried his best to shout in his heart, "Send me to my brother then." So now, where was he? This place looked like a prison. Wait, there seemed to be a person. At the same time, Atar instantly noticed that there was a person who had appeared out of thin air in the stone chamber. He became alert, grabbed the iron piece in his hand, and in one quick step, pressed it against the person's throat. This was a young man with long golden hair, which was tied back but looked a bit messy from being tousled. The robe on his body was open, and inside he wore the simplest white clothes, yet he was adorned with gold ornaments, making him shine like the sun. What was most astonishing was that he had a face similar to Atar's. However, he looked thinner and fairer. His eyes were sky - blue, unlike Atar's dark-blue ones. Ormazd completely ignored the iron piece pressed against his throat. He also carefully examined the young man in front of him. This one seemed stronger, with a wheat-colored complexion, as if he had been constantly exposed to the sun. With just one glance, he could confirm that this was one of his triplet brothers. To be honest, he had imagined the scene of meeting his brothers, but it definitely didn't include this kind of encounter in a prison. "Ahem, let me introduce myself. I'm your elder brother, Ormazd." The mother in the void hadn't mentioned the order of the three brothers, so he might as well consider himself the elder one. "Elder brother?" Atar asked in doubt. "Who sent you here?" Ever since that dream, strange things have been happening one after another. First, there was a person from the Duzakh Kingdom who inexplicably wanted to help him overthrow the city lord. Now, there was this person who claimed to be his elder brother. Well, he did bear some resemblance to himself. If this was some kind of conspiracy, he was just a lowly slave. It didn't seem worth all the trouble for others. Ormazd, however, didn't care about his thoughts. He stretched out his finger and slightly pushed the iron piece aside, then said to him, "Don't be nervous. I just found out that we're triplets. And we don't know where the other one is yet! So, I'm the elder brother, you're the second, and the other one will be the third for now." "Even if we're triplets, clearly I'm taller and stronger. Shouldn't I be the eldest?" Despite the tense atmosphere, they suddenly started arguing about who was the eldest. Perhaps it was a special connection among triplets. Ormazd looked at the back of Atar's right hand, which was holding the iron piece and said, "Look, you also have a sun mark here. Check mine." Then he stretched out his right hand and placed it beside Atar's. The two identical sun marks were side by side, and a faint, unnoticeable ray of light seemed to flash, which both brothers saw simultaneously. An idea popped up in Ormazd's mind, and he couldn't wait to put it into practice. So he stretched out his left hand and forcefully pressed on the iron piece, a bloodstain drawn on his palm. He forcefully flicked out the blood and then pressed it onto the backs of their right hands. The two small sun marks faintly started to heat up, glow, and seemed to resonate, enabling both of them to clearly understand what had happened to each other. Atar witnessed this miraculous scene, and the dream he had that day became even clearer in his mind. No, it wasn't a dream. It was his mother, the mother he had been reluctant to admit. The mother who placed her hopes on him and also bestowed power upon him. At that moment, remembering what he had to do, Atar said seriously, "Since you can come here, you can leave on your own, can't you, my king brother?" Ormazd nodded and said, "No problem. My power is space-shuttle." Then he rummaged through his clothes. Finally, he took off the solid-gold pendant hanging around his neck. "You'll need this, Atar." Then he asked curiously, "What's your power?" Atar looked at him with a smile and was about to answer when they heard a soft knock on the stone door. Shapur asked in a low voice outside the door, "Everyone is waiting for you outside, Atar." Atar looked at Ormazd and said, "Then you leave first. I still have things to do. I'll help you strengthen your throne." There was just a slight ripple in the air, and Ormazd on the ground had disappeared without a trace. Atar smiled secretly. "This ability is quite good for escaping." Atar pushed the door open and walked out, smiling at Shapur. "Yeah, sorry to have kept you waiting." As he moved, a flash of golden light could be seen on his hand. At the end of the passage, there was a medium-sized underground square. At that moment, the square was densely packed with people. Atar walked onto the high platform of the underground square, and countless pairs of eyes were fixed on him. Atar swept his gaze over everyone's eyes, letting them see the fire in his own. "Warriors, for our freedom, let's rise up against the tyrannical city lord, Ardashir!" There was a moment of silence. "Really, are you truly the envoy sent by the king?" Atar lowered his eyes. He took the gold pendant inlaid with rubies to his lips and gently kissed it. "I'm the same as you. A slave of the city of Zaravash, and also the most loyal subject of King Ormazd of Aurashan." The slave who had just asked looked around, then gritted his teeth and raised his right hand, shouting in response to Atar's words, "Freedom! Resistance!" Like a spark starting a prairie fire, countless right hands were raised as well. "Freedom!" "Resistance!" The guards' barracks. "What's taking Kourosh so long to come back?" The bearded guard poured a whole jug of wine into his mouth. With his drunken, bleary eyes, he looked at the people passed out all around the room. "Who, who knows." A dozen or so sober guards exchanged glances. Then, as if they had thought of something, they all burst out laughing. At this moment, a knock on the wooden door interrupted the guards' laughter. A soldier entered from outside. The standing cap he wore covered most of his face. "Report, Captain!" "What is it!" The bearded guard's voice was rough, his face filled with annoyance at being interrupted. "Better be something important, or you'll lick the wine off the floor!" The soldier with the standing cap lowered his head, his tone panicked. "The slaves locked in the basement, they've escaped!" "What!" The bearded man stood up abruptly. The chair behind him crashed to the ground. He was so anxious that he spun around in place several times, his flabby flesh jiggling. Then he turned around and randomly pointed at some people. "You, and you, come with me to check it out." Those guards exchanged glances, casually replied "Yes" "Yes" with their mouths, and reluctantly put on their uniforms and slouched out of the wooden house. The bearded man followed at the end of the line. When he reached the door, he suddenly stepped back and got right in front of the soldier with the standing cap. Meeting the soldier's dark - blue eyes, his gaze wavered. "I don't seem to have seen you much before." "Th - that's because..." The soldier's voice was hesitant. The more the bearded man looked at him, the stranger he seemed. Just as he was about to say something, the next moment, a sword blade as cold as ice was placed against his neck. "Don't move, or I can't guarantee your head won't be separated from your body," the soldier said as he took off the standing cap on his head with one hand while keeping the sword steady in the other. Atar's tone was relaxed, but the look in his eyes was not the same. Instead, it was as sharp as a knife. "Who are you? What do you want?" The bearded man's eyes couldn't stop glancing at the sword blade on his neck. Beads of sweat oozed from his face. "Don't you recognize me, the guard captain?" Atar looked innocent. He slightly narrowed his eyes, walked half a circle around the bearded man with the sword, and the sharp sword left a bloodstain on the thick neck. "You - you're that slave!" The bearded man, seeing the familiar movements, suddenly woke up. Veins bulged on his face. "How dare you! Let me go, you lowly swine!" "Scratch." Atar exerted a bit of force. A little blood spurted out, splashing into a tiny blood - flower. The blood with a rusty smell dripped and wet the clothes on the bearded man's shoulder. The bearded man, who had been shouting loudly just now, suddenly fell silent. "I told you not to act rashly." Atar pushed the sword forward a little and shook his head in a somewhat helpless way. "Why don't you listen?" "This isn't about being a slave or not now. It's about your life, Captain." The anger on the bearded man's face couldn't be suppressed. His facial expression twitched non-stop as he squeezed out the words, "What do you want?" "I don't want much. Just two things, the map of the Colosseum and the schedule for recent days." Atar said.