"I, Cyrus, am the King of the World, the Great King!"
Luo En silently read the inscription on the silver ring, laughing inwardly.
It was apparent that this founder of the Persian Empire took great pride in his achievements.
After all, the Persian Dynasty that he sculpted with his own hands was the first vast empire to span Asia, Africa, and Europe in human history, with extensive lands and a large population. Even the deities bestowed grace and protection, allowing the Persians to win battle after battle, almost invincible.
At this moment, Cyrus looked at Luo En in the grand hall and asked playfully:
"You betrayed the gods' command, leading the Canaanites to escape from Egypt, committing such a grave offense. How should I deal with you and your people?"
"Having stepped into Your Majesty's realm, naturally we are Your Majesty's subjects, bound to uphold Your Majesty's laws. As for our fate, Your Holy Judgment is absolute."
Subjects, are they? Quite articulate indeed.
