His Majesty the King stared at Benedy's back strangely, why did this involve his princess again?
At this moment, both the distinguished ministers and the knights on guard were eager to see this disrespectful and unruly boy leave as soon as possible.
Benedy naturally lived up to everyone's expectations and didn't say another word. He walked around the palace just like he was at home, strolling around leisurely.
After Benedy completely disappeared, Lot waved to someone standing under the throne.
"Your Majesty." A man with a mustache came out.
"Count Quentin, what do you think of this man?" Lot tapped his fingers on the throne beneath him.
"Your Majesty, I think what he said is true." Quentin lowered his head and thought for a while, then said carefully.
"Is there really such a person in the world? Just one person can block the flood of hundreds of thousands of cavalry in my kingdom." Lot seemed to have a headache. His kingdom had just started and was only in its infancy.
I really have to think about whether what Benedy said is true or false.
"I wonder if your majesty has heard of a story from thousands of years ago, the hero of Cassati." Quentin didn't want to say this, but he felt it was necessary to make this young king have a sense of awe for the world.
"You mean him? Of course I've heard of it. Human children grow up listening to Stuart's stories." Lot nodded.
Quentin's eyes flickered a few times and then he stopped talking.
"But there are a few Stewarts in the world who can completely tip the balance between Dragon and humanity with just one person." Lot sighed.
"Your Majesty, if there is one Stuart, there must be a second Stuart." Quentin tried to dispel the king's luck.
"...Individual combat power, when Antara can have such an existence, we can guarantee that Antara will be prosperous and prosperous for at least a hundred years." Lot waved his hand, "Go and entertain me well.
Visitors to the City of Annihilation, please don’t neglect us.”
"Yes, Your Majesty." The minister who received Benedy when he came withdrew.
Benedy was naturally treated with great care, and he had a lot of fun in the royal city at the end of the day.
At night, the familiar fuzzy feeling returned, and Benedy couldn't help but wonder why this impolite side memory kept appearing at night, and why he couldn't rest at all.
As his eyes flashed, Benedy found that the place he was in had completely changed.
"here it is......"
Looking around, Benedy saw beige walls, clean baseboards, and simple and plain furniture.
Different from this clean and tidy room, there is a vase of flowers on the desk that has withered for a long time and has fallen branches and leaves.
A ray of sunlight shone in, and Benedy saw an old, exhausted old man lying on the bed by the window.
"Ahem." The old man on the bed coughed twice, seeming to notice that there was an extra person in the room, and slowly opened his eyes.
Benedy saw those turbid, gray, and lifeless eyes. Although this man was no longer human, Benedy still recognized him as the minister he saw in the palace during the day.
Why does he appear in Salsa's memories and who is he?
"You are..." The old man turned his head and looked at Benedy.
"Who are you from Salsa?" Benedy didn't hear the old man's weak question.
"Salsa, my child..." The old man's eyes seemed to light up a lot after hearing Salsa's name.
Benedy raised his eyes, I see, this is the time...
Sure enough, all the side memories that are separated from the main memories are all nightmare-level memories.
Benedy stood there and looked at the old man for a long time.
"Do you know why you are like this?" Benedy moved a stool from the desk beside him and sat beside Quentin's bed.
"...I am sick myself." Quentin said.
"Really? Do you know what disease you have?" A withered petal fell gently and landed on the clean table.
Quentin seemed to be at a loss for words, and turned his head to look out the window, which was half-opened. The half-closed curtain was covered in white.
"You know she will know all this sooner or later, right?" Benedy stared at the old man on the bed with bright eyes.
"You...know what?" Quentin struggled to get up from the bed.
More and more petals fell, covering the originally clean and tidy desk.
"I guess, before you die, you will say something like, I love you, we have many beautiful memories, and being your father is the luckiest thing for me, and so on." Benedy
Make a sarcastic look.
"Who are you...ahem..." Quentin climbed up, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The petals on the desk are falling more and more, and the bouquet is almost bare.
"Hey, can't people be a little new? They must leave words of regret before death? In this case, where did you go in the beginning? When you noticed the cause of your body's abnormality, the first thing you did
You are far away from the child who gave you wonderful memories." Benedy patted the old man's back.
"What on earth do you want to say?" Quentin felt much better and stopped Benedy from slapping him.
"Give you another chance to cure your illness. Even if you know the curse on the child, will you stay with her?" Benedy's words made Quentin's eyes widen.
He did not doubt Benedy's words, because he did feel much better at the moment.
I saw Benedy raising his right hand, and a black aura filled it. This was the power of the reverse scale, which could suppress the death aura in Black Dragon's body.
One petal fell, then two petals fell, and then, no more petals fell for a long time.
"Father!"
"Lord Quentin!"
A panicked scream came from outside the door, and a group of people poured in, led by Salsa, who had black hair and black eyes.
Salsa was stunned when she entered the room. She saw her father leaning on the bed and stretching. The light outside the curtains reflected his face, showing his good-looking face to everyone.
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"Good morning, everyone." Quentin turned around and looked at the group of people who broke into the house with a smile.
"This...this, Master Quentin, are you okay?" Kardashian walked tremblingly to Quentin's side and asked carefully.
"Yes, someone said that you were dying, I, I thought... ugh." Salsa rushed over at this time, crying and burying her face on Quentin's quilt.
"How could it be? I'm not doing well. Good girl, don't cry." Quentin stroked Salsa's head and comforted her.
As he spoke, he glanced around the room and found that the young man's figure was no longer visible.
However, Salsa seemed to suddenly feel something. She raised her head and looked at the desk beside her, where there was a bouquet of flowers with only one petal, swaying gently.
Benedy was startled. The dragon scales were still very sensitive. Even with Apat's magic blessing, he still didn't dare to stay for a long time.
As he walked out of the house, he ran into a pale-faced Lot.
"Ahem." His Majesty the King coughed slightly.
Benedy stretched out his hand and waved it beside Lot, and saw that Lot looked much better.
After passing by Lot, Benedy shook his head, treating the symptoms but not the root cause. If he stayed with Black Dragon for one day, he would suffer the intrusion of death every day.
The choices you make must bear the consequences.
"Who am I? How can I have a quiet time, but someone is carrying the burden for you?"
Feeling too much death energy raging in his body, Ni Lin seemed to be unable to suppress it.
Benedy laughed at himself, it was just to give Salsa a good dream, he really spent a lot of money.