Ember Gun

  Chapter 458 Death of the King

  Galunalo, Goli.

  As the capital of Gaulunaro, Goli is the most prosperous place in Gaulunaro. Although steam cannot be compared to the old town in terms of technology, the strength of this country can also be seen from the towering and continuous buildings.

  Countless minarets are like lances that pierce the sky. They gather together and become mountains with raised blades, just like mountains uplifted on the ground.

The residence of the royal family of Garrell is located in the center of these mountains, on the highest peak, from here their king can easily overlook the entire Goli, and even more distant places, as if everything is in his hands. It's like a sand table.

Since the night of misery, Cognell has not stayed at the port of Maruri. He simply bandaged the wound and returned to Goli. He walked back and forth in the following days, unable to sleep well at night. Thinking about something in pain.

Many ministers who have seen Cosnel have the same consensus. Cosnel has changed, and they can’t tell where it has changed. They just can feel that the successor of the kingdom is much more complicated than the previous one. The previous Cornel could not conceal his inner thoughts. He was like a childish child, his thoughts and actions could be easily seen through, but now the ministers could not see him clearly.

  Cognell was like being shrouded in a cloud of unknown mist. He lowered his head and his eyes were indifferent, like a dead **** of death, looking indifferently at this world that had nothing to do with him.

  "Isn't my father's disease getting better yet?"

  Cognier stood in the dark corridor and asked the doctor on the side.

  The doctor swallowed. Cognel usually feels very easy-going, but now he is like a cold sword, and the doctor can't breathe.

   "No, but it's getting worse."

   "Is that so?"

Cornel rubbed his head in pain. His father became a king after the defeat of the Glory War. At that time, Gallunaro was greatly injured. The people were extremely angry with the royal family. In order to calm all this, And to cheer up Gallunaro, his father worked extremely hard.

  Fortunately, he finally did it. The country was rejuvenated, but because of the dark illness and exhaustion of his early years, he lay on the hospital bed for many years, like a breathing corpse.

   "Is he still awake now?" Connel asked.

  "I still have a little consciousness..." the doctor said.

"Okay, I know."

  Conel waved his hand, motioning for the doctor to leave.

  At this time, he was alone in the dim corridor, and at the end of the corridor, behind the gate, was his father, now the king of Galunaro.

  Cognell thought for a long time, and seemed to have made up some determination. He walked towards the door with firm and heavy steps.

   Slowly pushed the door open. There was not much light in the room. The curtains were tightly closed, and no light could be revealed. There was just a little light dotted in the corner, so that the room would not be completely engulfed by darkness.

  There is a person lying on the big bed in the middle, his breathing is very steady, and his body is slowly rising and falling with his breathing.

  Cognell walked to the bed and sat on the low chair. After a long time, the person on the bed seemed to finally realize that someone was coming. He turned his head with difficulty, his old face revealing death.

"Father."

  Cognell stretched out his hand and held the king's aged and withered palm, which was cold and not as warm as a living person.

   "Cognell?"

  The king blinked vigorously, trying to see Cognel’s face clearly, reaching out his hand and trying to stroke his face, but he touched the scar that hadn't healed.

   "Starting to look like a man."

  The king stroked the scar on Cornel's face, which was the last left by Ivar. Feeling the faint pain, Cornel said softly.

   "A lot has happened, I think there are some things that I should talk to you."

  The ghost-like figure in his mind reappeared, the deformed dying guy, holding the twisted steel and attacking him, this kind of picture will always appear in Cognel's mind, dominating his dream.

   "Oh? What about Maruri? I've heard about it."

  The king tried to sit up, but his tired body had already lost any strength at all. After a few tries, he gave up, lying on the bed and looking at the darkness above.

  "How do you think the situation will develop in the future? Cornel." the king asked.

"War is unavoidable. Inervig needs to destroy us to ensure the status of power, and the Viking nations need to looting to catch up with other nations. This is a war that cannot be rejected. I guess their fleet has been assembled long ago. Uncertainty will appear on our seas tomorrow."

  Konel frowned, the war is coming, and no one can stop it from coming.

   "So what do you think we should do?" the king asked again.

"The Rhine League, once Galunalo fell, the Leber and other countries that bordered us were completely exposed to Inervig's vision, especially Leber. If they could, they would never let Leber's The iron produced by this important resource is enough to make Inverweg's steam technology advance by leaps and bounds. With these, our alliance will only become closer."

  The king looked at Cornel approvingly.

   "Isn't that great? They have their spears, and we have our shields."

   "But... But these are too idealistic, people's hearts are unpredictable, we may be able to trust our allies, but we can't trust them absolutely, and... Galunaro is not an iron plate inside."

  Konel fully expressed his sorrow.

"The believers of the Gospel Church are not worried. Under the pressure of the Orthodox Church, their voices will only become smaller and smaller, but other ministers and dukes do not think so. They have huge industries in all walks of life, and war will only Let their wealth shrink, maybe they will refuse the war, then these discordant voices will slow us down, you have the ability to dominate them, but now you are trapped on the bed again..."

  Cosnel's voice gradually lowered.

  The king did not speak, but after a long time, he slowly talked about the past.

  "Have I told you about your grandfather?"

   "No, his name is a taboo. When I was young, I would be scolded by you even if I was curious about it."

Cornel thought of his grandfather, the guy closest to the mad king. He held a banquet and then poisoned all the royal family members until only the line of Cornel remained in the empty palace. .

  "Then let’s talk about it now, if I die, no one really knows this story...He is a hero, and the hero shouldn’t die in such obscurity. Someone should remember his deeds."

  The king tried hard to recall, his mind was chaotic, and his memory was a little blurred.

"At that time, I was about your age. The entire royal family was a loyal believer, but your grandfather was not. He always wanted to get rid of the shackles. For this reason, he created the Iron Law Bureau and did a lot of weird things. Until one day he was targeted by the gospel church, and his actions angered the gods. Maybe in a few days he will be classified as a heresy and be eradicated.

Your grandfather also thought about how to resist. He tried to unite all the members of the royal family to resist, but he found that everyone pursues different things. Others like to be believers. As long as you pray, you can enjoy the glory and wealth. Why still Are you going to resist? "

  The king tilted his head and looked at Cornel with a smile.

"I remember that it was a not cold night, your grandfather came to my room, he was not like a king, but like a drunkard, he said and cried...I have never seen him like this. He said that the honor he insisted on was seen by those people as the filth in the sewage ditch. He said that if he did not break free from it, Gallunaro would always be bound by the Evangelical Church."

   "In the end, he seemed to have made some decision. He told me that he was going to do something big."

  Conel's heart suddenly froze, and he thought of what the major event was.

"Then you know, he held a banquet, poisoned all those dissonant voices, purified the royal will, and all power was emptied. Under the operation of the Iron Law Bureau, one after another nobles Become a beggar.

  But this is all later. At that time, I followed the minister and guards to the banquet. Among the corpses in one place, he was sitting on a throne of corpses and drinking, with a disheveled hair like a lunatic. "

  It was as if he was back in the past, the king's heartbeat speeded up uncontrollably, and that scene reappeared before his eyes.

"I can hardly describe my emotions at the time. I was still flirting with the maid yesterday, planning to go to the tavern to have a swig, but suddenly my father went crazy, he killed everyone, and the ministers and nobles watched. I am the only one left in the entire royal family."

  The door was pushed open, and then it was not a corridor, but a **** banquet. On the throne where the corpses were piled up, the Mad King looked at the king, striding across time and space, and he smiled in relief.

   "At the time, your grandfather was looking at me like that. Others said he was crazy and wanted to rush to kill him, but I saw it. It was a pair of extremely clear eyes... You have the same eyes as him."

  The king looked at Cosnel.

   "He is not crazy at all, he knows what he is doing."

  The smell of sweet blood was surging in the air, and Cornel squeezed the king's hand tightly, as if to squeeze the last warmth from this body.

"Do you know metamorphosis? Sometimes a person suddenly metamorphoses at a certain moment, turning into another person wholeheartedly, from a confused and ignorant child to a warrior, knowing what to do and what to fight battle."

  The cruel memory gradually became clear, and the king continued.

  "It was time for me. I knew what he was going to do and what I had to do in an instant. Then, under your grandfather's gaze, I drew the sword of the guard and ordered everyone to capture him alive.

In the following days, I tried his crimes and blamed all the mistakes on him. In order to calm the anger, I personally tortured him in front of the people. Except for this memory in my mind, I took everything to him. All the evidence that has existed is destroyed.

  I became the new king, and since then there is only one voice left in the royal family. "

  The description of the king is so true that Cornel can feel the emotion of the king from the trembling palm.

   "I killed my father with my own hands, Cornel Garrel."

   He growled, and then, as if losing all his strength, he asked blankly.

   "Father-killing, this is probably the curse of our royal family Garrel."

  The empty and godless gaze turned to Cognel's face, Cognel did not avoid it, and his calm gaze met the king with each other.

   "So are you here to kill me? My son."

  Conel nodded, expressing affirmation.

   "Can I hear the reason?" the king asked.

"War is coming. If we make a mistake, we will be destroyed by the enemy. As I said before, Gallunaone is not united. Everyone has their own interests. All we can do is to do our best. It is possible to reach a consensus and let them reluctantly unite.

  But I can’t do it, I’m not a king, I don’t have the ability to order them. "

  Kornel's voice was cold, he had made all the decisions long ago, and nothing could shake him.

"Father, you are now the king of Galunaro, but you are now tortured by illness. If you continue to procrastinate, it will only slow down the efficiency of our war. You may also be coerced by ministers and nobles and make things unfavorable. Our choice.

  All I can do is to formally establish the power of the king before the war breaks out. Otherwise, if you die during the war, it will be a major blow to our morale and may even cause power disputes.

  Even if you give way to me, your existence may become the banner of those opponents. They may rebel against me in your name, and even say that you will think that I am wrong in the near future and stop me. "

  Countless conjectures have already been conceived in his mind. Cornel returned to the capital this time to kill the king and his father.

"who are you?"

   asked the king.

   "Galunaro."

  Cornell replied.

   "I'm very curious, not long ago you were an ordinary kid, what changed you? What made you like this."

  The king did not have the slightest fear, as if death was nothing but a very common thing for him, not worthy of fear, and no expectations.

   "A Viking."

  Cognell said that he looked a little confused.

"I didn't know him for a long time, maybe just a few hours? He is a deformity, he doesn't like war, he just wanted to find a place to spend his life casually, but he was still involved in this in the end. In the dispute, it stands to reason that a guy like him should resist fighting, but at the end of his life, this deformity died like a warrior, interpreting his life's value.

  At first, I didn’t understand why he wanted to do this. He did what he hated the most and gave his life for it. He suffered to death, but he was willing to do so for the greater good.

  I think I understand now that some things must be done by someone, in order to be neither lofty nor dirty ideals and purposes. "

"Then have you thought about the price? No matter what the reason is, you will commit evil and make mistakes, and such a person will be punished, whether there are gods in this world or not, this is the case. Are you ready? "

   asked the king.

   "My grandfather took himself as a sacrifice in exchange for the current Gallunalo, and now I take myself as a sacrifice, what is it?"

  Cognell said blankly.

   "Galunaro will live forever, father."

  The king was stunned for a long time, and then burst into laughter. He patted Cognel **** the shoulder as if he was admiring him. This lasted for a long time before he stopped.

   "No, it's not necessary, boy, if you do this, your throne will be controversial, someone will attack you, spit on you, and maybe you will become the next mad king."

  "Are you begging for mercy? I hope I can keep you alive?" Connel asked.

  The king shook his head with a smile, and the next moment his sick face showed anger.

   "No, I just want to say, you don't have to be a sacrifice."

Little by little, the king sat up from the deep hospital bed. Unbelievable power erupted from his withered and shriveled arms. He was like a dying person, but the fire of life burned stubbornly, slowly. He got out of the bed and stood up after a long time. His figure was a bit swaying, but he finally stabilized firmly.

   "My father, your grandfather, he paved the way for me, then let me make the way for you now, Cornel Garrel."

  The king put on a dusty robe and put the noble crown on his head.

  The illusion in his eyes seemed to finally dissipate. The king saw the guy standing behind the door clearly, and Currie with his broken arm smiled at him.

   "Let me live for a while, child."

  Everything seemed to be back a long time ago, reminding him of the eve of the **** banquet, he turned around and said to Cornel.

   "Now, I'm going to do a big thing."

  (End of this chapter)