Two days later, they executed the king.

In the royal capital, in the central square, is the square where the king commends and canonizes nobles and superior slaves.

They smashed the withered statues and executed the king in person, and the eldest son of King Andri also signed the abdication resolution in the palace.

This victory was undoubtedly an unprecedented success.

However, not everyone is immersed in joy.

The man fell ill.

The dagger before Mellon's death stabbed into his calf, and he fainted at that time. He was not told that he was brought back by the cavalry when he woke up.

The military doctor has to announce a painful news from men.

Although the rescue was timely, the poison had penetrated into the bone marrow. The consul of the city-state would not last for at most a month.

Not long after, the man started a fever. In the first few days, he could patrol the military camp and discuss the next attack with everyone in the main tent. But after that, his hot forehead made him realize that he was indeed on the road to death.

"To withdraw, we must withdraw and to execute the king, it is considered completely successful." Kassel said without saying a word, "The consul must be brought back to recuperate."

In the main tent, the man wanted to dismiss it, but the pain of the fever broke his mind. He opened his mouth slightly, unable to express his objection.

In this way, the city-state army, with the slaves who were liberated in the capital, began to withdraw the camp and return to Alan Biyin.

Kassel sent someone to send several letters, asking the city-state to prepare a group of doctors with excellent medical skills immediately.

They traveled through storms and returned to the city-state of Alan Biyin at a faster speed than they had been around.

The man was sent to the rear of the city-state.

After careful care, the fever improved after a few days, but the man's leg stabbed by a dagger became darker and bruised, and gradually became necrotic. The doctors initially followed the words of the medical books and tied their calves tightly with ropes, but they still couldn't stop the toxins from getting deeper into the depths. The pain made the man faint every day before he could fall asleep.

The doctors were helpless. A few days later, someone boldly proposed to cut off the necrotic leg.

This is a folk remedy that is not included in the medical book, and it was rejected by everyone as soon as it was proposed.

However, the man was deeply suffering and forced to issue orders as a consul.

"Cut off this necrotic leg."

"Consul, that's a folk remedy I've never seen before." The doctor said in surprise and panic.

"But I have to stand by, hold on for a while." The man's voice was unquestionable.

Finally, the man's legs were cut off, the operation was unexpectedly successful, and the bleeding was stopped smoothly. The doctor who made the suggestion was kneeling on the ground after the operation, thanking the Lord for his grace.

But the man still had a vague premonition, and death was getting closer and closer to him. Cutting the leg was just slowing down its pace.

After the operation, a high fever inevitably appeared. After quiet rest and careful care, the man survived with his will. He did not dare to let himself fall asleep completely every night, but dared to keep his sleep shallow.

After the high fever, the man gradually stopped feeling so painful because his injured calf had been amputated. The premonition of death was still strong, but the man began to wake up day by day.

This is not a tendency to improve, but a rebirth before life passes away, a gentle sigh.

With this soberness, the man arranged his funeral.

"Cassel." On the sickbed, the man lifted up his quill and signed a legal provision.

Kassel tried hard to stop the sadness in his eyes, and he sat next to the sickbed.

The man grabbed the quill with force, and dropped his name intermittently on the linen paper, and handed it firmly to Kassel's hand.

"From now on, you will be the new consul." The man said.

Kassel took the linen paper with both hands, put it on his thigh, clenched one hand, and couldn't help but press his eye sockets.

The man closed his eyes silently.

He is about to die.

"Cassel, go ahead and bring this legal provision to others to read." The man said slowly, "Let me stay for a while."

Kassel opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and silently put away the legal provisions.

"The Lord is above, I believe you will recover." Before closing the door, Kassel said, "He really couldn't say anything else."

"I hope." The man leaned on the pillow.

Knowing that his death is approaching, a man does not feel afraid, but feels indescribable peace. He has never been so calm in his life.

The sun shines through the window and falls in front of the sickbed. The rest are all films. The ward has potted plants, which are quiet and peaceful.

The man opened his eyes, turned his face, and stared at the sunshine falling into the ward.

The candlestick was placed on his left hand.

The beast in his chest was extremely weak, and stood up, tightening his body, which was relieved without medicine.

"Maybe I should go out." He has been staying in the ward these days.

"No, not maybe." The man said to himself, "I should go out and walk alone."

I don't know what kind of mood I felt, maybe I wanted to see Ailan Biyin City-state again, the man moved his body and put his only leg on the ground.

As soon as he stood up, the man almost fell down.

"I almost forgot that I broke my legs." The man laughed bitterly.

He took the candlestick, tied it around his waist, and picked up the crutch beside the bed, which was placed here by the servants, so that they could help the man out for a walk and bask in the sun.

This man who had traveled through the desert alone had to use crutches at this moment.

The man carefully pushed open the door and poked his eyes out to look around the corridor.

It’s like stealing bread when I was a child and taking previews.

There was no one in the corridor, and the man breathed a little relieved. He held the crutch in one hand, bent down and tiptoed.

Along the way, the man hid from the cleaning servants and rushed behind the pillars until he came to the storage room and climbed over the window with no sound. Fortunately, there was no sound.

The man's feet stepped on the grass.

"It's the same as hiding from XZ before." The man missed his taste a little, and he knew that he had not completely lost his talent to steal things.

The man walked away from the mansion where he was resting step by step with a cane and headed up the street.

This is the rear of the city-state of Alan Biyin, and it is also the town he came to after he walked out of the desert.

He once took the depressed soldiers in the tavern to march and shout.

Although the memory is not far away, the man still feels a little sad.

At this time, the solemn bell rang out from the church and echoed in the air.

It seemed like a memorial service. The man came to his senses and carefully identified how many times it had knocked, and found that the church seemed to be memorializing the deceased.

"Go to the tavern and have a look." The man whispered.

He thought of the tavern owner who lost his son and the soldiers who surrounded him.

The man was leaning on a candle and the candlestick was shaking around his waist.

He walked onto the street like this. It was afternoon and everyone was drowsy. The street was a little deserted and there were not many pedestrians.

Some people saw this man with a crutch and glanced at him without paying much attention. Not everyone had seen the consul.

The man walked slowly towards the tavern according to his memory.

But someone has only seen the consul, and has been impressed and irreplaceable since then.

As the man walked past a long house, a woman was sitting on a bench holding a baby and blocking the sun, so she looked up.

"Ah!" the woman screamed in slightest.

The man turned around.

"Zheng, consul? The Lord is above..." The woman dared not believe it.

The man recognizes her.

He didn't expect to see the woman who asked him to name her here.

The man made a "shhh" gesture and smiled slightly at the woman.

The woman was a little nervous and nodded. Then she saw the consul's empty trousers and said hurriedly: "Consul, I heard that you are sick and very sick..."

"It's not that serious, I'm still fine."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the baby in the woman's arms.

"What a cute kid."

"Yes, you still remember me...he is a boy." The woman was a little incoherent.

"Remember," the man nodded slightly, staring at the child's thin eyelids that were gently closed, his bubbled mouth, and his smooth skin. "Does he have a name?"

"Ah, there is," the woman laughed when she said the child, looking at the baby in her arms, and said softly: "I'm Naboshir, whom his grandmother took it."

"Nebao Hill, a good name." The man paused and slowly said the meaning, "The Lord's gift."

Then, the man gestured and signaled that it was time to leave.

The woman nodded nervously.

The man turned around, leaned on a cane, and went to the tavern step by step.

A boy of seven or eight years old came out of the street, staring at the man who had lost his legs from a distance.

The boy's eyes fell on the shaking candlestick, and his hands were itchy.

He is a well-known bad boy in this town.

With the mentality of obtaining a spoil, the boy secretly followed.
Chapter completed!