After that incident, Lott met with Quenting alone, and he told Quenting what happened.
"It turns out that something like this happened. Fortunately, neither of you are in danger of life. It's really lucky." Quenting was a little scared after hearing this, but he still comforted Lot.
"However, if Salsa regains her memory one day, she will definitely not forgive me. Maybe this country and its people will..." Lott still frowned, and his face looked worried.
"I don't think so. After all, it was Salsa who asked you to erase her memory. Even if she remembered everything, it would not be detrimental to the kingdom." Quenting said that he did not think so and tried his best to comfort Lot.
"I also believe that you will make the right decision in the future." Qun Ting showed a confident smile, but little did he know that in the future Lot made the cruelest choice.
"Quanting..." Lot looked at Count Quenting and had some considerations.
"...Okay. I have decided that I will marry Salsa and be responsible for her to the end." Lot said with firm eyes.
After hearing these words, Kun Ting's breath swelled up, and his clothes were filled with bulging muscles. He slowly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his strong physique.
"This day has finally come." Kunting was exuding "fog", and he said without giving in: "Even if you are His Majesty, you cannot take away my daughter easily."
"First of all, you have to fight me to win!"
Kunting at this moment
lv:99
Occupation:Father
hp:1000/1000
mp:100/100
Lot trembled as he looked at Kunting, whose temperament had changed drastically. Tonight was destined to be a confrontation between his father and Xu.
...
The salute sounds! Today is a happy day. The king of Antara is getting married to his most beloved princess!
This is the most lively event in the entire Kingdom of Antara, with everyone celebrating and congratulating each other in the streets. This first king of Antara has brought this country to prosperity today.
"Father! Am I beautiful?" A beautiful figure walked out from behind the screen, wearing a snow-white dress and exquisite hair accessories shining in the sun.
"My lovely Salsa baby, you will be the brightest star tonight." Quenting rubbed his beard and praised without hesitation.
"Thank you, father." Salsa was extremely happy. Today is her happiest day in the past 15 years, because she is getting married to her favorite man!
Soon, the newly married king and princess gave birth to a prince, Roger Antara.
Ten years have passed, and the king of Antara has become more mature and majestic, and his kingdom has just got on the right track.
The ten-year-old Prince Rogge was at his most naughty. He quietly came up behind the maid Kardashian and suddenly lifted her skirt, revealing a bright pink color.
"Ah! Prince Roger!" Kardashian lowered her skirt in a panic and shouted angrily.
"Ahaha! Kardashian is wearing pink underwear." Rogge ran to his mother Salsa for shelter, and Salsa looked at the naughty prince dotingly.
"Didn't I tell you not to embarrass Kardashian?" Salsa angrily tickled Roger's itchy flesh.
"Your Highness, please allow me to..." Kardashian tightened her gloves and came to her angrily.
"I'll hold him down!" Salsa looked at Kardashian sharply.
There was laughter and laughter in the house, but Salsa accidentally saw the flowers on the windowsill withering and their petals falling.
"Ah, this flower has withered again." Kardashian also saw the bare flowerpot.
"Well, for some reason, the flowers I planted tend to wither easily." Salsa frowned slightly.
In a spacious bedroom in the palace
Kunting was lying quietly on the bed, his face was thin and he was getting weaker and weaker. He would occasionally cough up a hand of blood. Lot wore a simple crown on his head and a large velvet sweater on his body and sat aside.
"You said it was Black Dragon's poison?" Lot's hand holding his knee unconsciously exerted force.
"I checked with a magician who specializes in poison gas, and the results show that both Salsa and Rogge are filled with a small amount of poisonous gas, although it is not fatal at once..." Kunting pretended.
He coughed twice.
"But being exposed to this poisonous gas environment for a long time is enough to kill people, cough cough."
"How come... there is no treatment method?" Lot shouted, his expression a little gloomy because of this.
"No, it's not so much poison gas, but it's more like a curse, a curse from the Black Dragon clan." Quenting became weaker and weaker, and could hardly talk to Lot normally.
"Quinting!" Lot said in panic when he saw Kunting vomiting out a mouthful of blood again.
"Haha, haha, it's okay, Your Majesty. Fortunately, I am the only victim now. If it is later, there may be more victims." Kunting panted, and he looked at the gloomy Lott with some worry.
"Your Majesty, this is not the child's fault, it is our choice." Kunting couldn't help but express his worries, "Please don't blame the children too much."
"Quenting..." Lot turned around and gritted his teeth and said, "If I use Dragon's real name to give her an order..."
"Lot! This is not a problem that can be solved by turning back into Dragon." Quenting grabbed Lot's wrist with such strength that it was impossible to imagine that this was a weak patient.
"Please don't, use her name, use this kind of forced violation of the original track, it will definitely not bring good results." Kunting's expression even had a hint of prayer.
Lot's pupils shrank, and the sadness in his eyes was clearly visible, but he turned around and left the dormitory in silence.
"Attendant! Gather all the magicians and scholars in the kingdom and surrounding areas! I have something to say." Lot walked out of the room and ordered the attendants who were following him.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Lot's father and mother died when he was young. Although the kingdom is small, there are still power struggles. Only Kunting has been by his side for decades.
Zhongzhong took care of all the affairs for him, but his current critical illness made Lot's mood sink to the bottom.
...
"Your Highness, I will always be with you. Your Majesty, don't worry about the future." At that time, Kunting held the young Lot and protected him with such care.
"Earl Quanting..." Little Lot shrank into Kunting's generous and warm embrace.
...
In the dormitory, Kunting leaned on the back of the bed, coughing and muttering to himself: "Your Majesty, you must not make the wrong decision... cough cough."
In the next month, Lot mobilized the power of the entire kingdom, but the more he explored Black Dragon's physique, the more he fell into deep despair and helplessness. There was simply no solution to this!
Lott angrily overthrew the materials and copywriting to the ground, breathing heavily.
"Ahem." Suddenly he coughed lightly.
But before he could think about it, a report from the aide came from outside the house: "Your Majesty! Count Quanting!"
When Lot hurried to Kunting's side, the elderly man was already furious and looked very much like a dead person.
"Grandpa..." the still young Rogge cried.
"Father..." Salsa looked at Lot helplessly with tears in her eyes.
Lot rarely showed anger towards Salsa. He scolded his wife and son: "Why are you here? If you stay here..."
"Your Majesty...that's enough, it doesn't matter now." Kunting opened his eyes. He couldn't even turn his head, so he looked straight at the ceiling.
"Father!" Salsa quickly expressed concern.
"Salsa, I'm sorry. I wanted to continue to guard you and watch you grow." Quanting tried his best to touch Salsa. "Something painful may happen to you in the future, but
Dad believes that you will overcome it."
Salsa took her father's palm and pressed it on the side of her face, tears bursting from her eyes again.
"Your Majesty Lot, you are really amazing." Kunting looked in the direction of Lot and said in a clear voice: "Now, I can give a good explanation to the late king..."
"...Father?" Salsa saw Kunting's hand lowering slowly, her eyes widened and she said in disbelief.
The whole room was filled with sad cries. Lot suddenly staggered back a few steps in pain. He coughed heavily in a corner where no one noticed. He spread his hands and took a closer look.
A brightly blooming flower of blood slowly dripped onto the ground through the gaps between her fingers.
The sound of Lot falling attracted the attention of others, and suddenly greater panic broke out.