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On this early summer noon, the sunlight pierced through the leaves of the forest, casting its rays onto the battlefield. But even this warm sunlight could not dispel the sadness and cruelty on the ground. Eldorado, once a majestic Half Blood, now found his massive body unable to support itself, slowly falling to the ground, raising dust as it collided heavily with the earth. The surrounding grass was scorched, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and the brutality of battle.
At this moment, Agamemnon also felt the heavy toll of the battle. He knelt on the scorched grass, a huge sword planted beside him, as if supporting his body. His entire body was covered in blood, the wounds appearing particularly vivid and striking in the sunlight. These wounds were not just physical pain, but also deep imprints left by this life-and-death struggle.
His face was covered with traces of fatigue and pain, sweat and blood intertwined, dripping onto the scorched earth. Even in victory, it came with a heavy price. His eyes were deep and weary, but within that weariness, there was also a hint of unknown determination and relief. He knew that the end of this battle was not only his personal victory, but also a part of his destiny.
The surrounding world seemed to stand still at this moment. Only a gentle breeze blew over the burnt grass, bringing a hint of coolness. In the sunlight, Agamemnon's figure appeared lonely and strong, like a warrior who had weathered countless storms, facing this complex and cruel world alone.
The merchant cautiously approached Agamemnon, his steps light as if he was worried about disturbing the exhausted Half Blood immersed in the aftermath of the war. As he got closer, the merchant's eyes were filled with concern and curiosity. He couldn't understand the heart-stopping battle that had just taken place, nor could he imagine how Agamemnon had persisted in the fight despite being so severely injured.
Standing by Agamemnon's side, the merchant saw that he was covered in blood, his expression a mix of fatigue and resilience. The merchant noticed countless wounds on Agamemnon's body, each one telling the story of intense battle. This sight shocked the merchant, as he struggled to imagine the kind of hardship Agamemnon had endured and how he had managed to persevere with extraordinary determination.
The merchant's throat was dry, and he tried to speak, but ultimately chose to remain silent. He realized that some experiences and feelings could only be truly understood by warriors like Agamemnon. The merchant felt a sense of helplessness, but at the same time, he held deep respect for Agamemnon. In this dangerous and complex world, Agamemnon seemed like an unyielding independent mountain, enduring countless storms but still standing strong.
Agamemnon's body moved slightly, silently conveying the intensity of the recent battle. The merchant watched in astonishment as steam gradually rose from Agamemnon, seemingly a natural expression of his powerful energy. What shocked the merchant even more was that the deep wounds on Agamemnon's body began to heal rapidly, a sight that was almost miraculous to the merchant.
The merchant couldn't help but ask, "Is it always like this?" There was curiosity and incredulity in his voice.
Agamemnon turned his head, his gaze carrying a hint of depth, as if recalling everything he had experienced. He slowly stood up, leaning on the large sword inserted in the ground. Every movement of his body seemed heavy yet resolute.
"Most Half Blood s can do this, and some people's recovery abilities are even stronger. Even dismemberment can be quickly recovered for them," Agamemnon's voice was calm and deep, as if stating a simple fact. However, for the merchant, such abilities were undoubtedly extraordinary.
The merchant was deeply attracted by Agamemnon's words, feeling a profound shock and curiosity. In his eyes, Agamemnon was not only a powerful warrior but also a mysterious being from another world. Many questions and doubts arose in the merchant's mind.
The merchant gazed at Agamemnon in front of him with deep respect and concern in his eyes. With a hint of worry, he asked, "Are you okay?" This question not only stemmed from his admiration for Agamemnon's courage displayed in the recent battle, but also from genuine concern for his well-being.
Agamemnon adjusted his pierced armor with a subtle display of implicit resilience and determination. He restored his massive sword to its sheath behind him, then nodded and replied, "I'm fine." His voice was calm, yet exuded unwavering determination and immense confidence.
The merchant nodded slightly awkwardly in response to Agamemnon, then introduced himself, "My name is Hector, a merchant from Orlando, dealing in art trade." His tone carried a hint of humility and respect. In the presence of the warrior before him, he felt his own status seemed somewhat insignificant.
Agamemnon nodded in acknowledgment of Hector's introduction, his gaze briefly resting on Hector before returning to the surrounding battlefield. He may have been contemplating the next course of action or reflecting on the recent grueling battle.
Hector hastily raised his hand to get Agamemnon's attention, trying to detain him. He awkwardly said, "Well, didn't you just say you wanted to be my bodyguard? Five thousand universal coins?" His voice carried a hint of hesitation and anticipation.
Agamemnon turned around and looked quietly at Hector, then nodded to confirm the previous agreement. A look of embarrassment appeared on Hector's face as he awkwardly admitted, "I... don't have enough money right now, I only have three thousand on me..."
Agamemnon heard this, without showing any emotional fluctuations. He silently pondered for a while, then seemed ready to leave. A hint of panic flashed in Hector's eyes, clearly not wanting to lose the protection of this powerful Half Blood.
Hector hurriedly added, "I can give you three thousand now, and the rest, when we get to Orlando, I will definitely pay in full!" His voice carried a sense of urgency and sincerity, as if trying hard to persuade Agamemnon to stay.
Agamemnon stopped, turned around, and looked at Hector. There was neither greed nor disdain in his eyes, just a calm assessment of the merchant's sincerity. In this chaotic and dangerous land, trust and commitment were more valuable than money. Agamemnon seemed to be considering the merchant's proposal, weighing whether it was worth continuing to protect this somewhat helpless merchant.
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