When a large dose of potion and magical energy were injected into Gullo's body, his body slightly appeared a phenomenon of returning to light.

The shriveled, already gray skin showed a little ruddy, and the chest cavity, which was already thin and unsightly, was visibly up and down slightly with the naked eye.

Gullo, who was wearing an oxygen mask, finally had a little bit of blood on his face after a few breaths.

And the emaciated face, which was no longer at all like Gullo, opened a pair of godless eyes slightly.

People who have been bedridden for a long time are miserable, and Gurlo has been able to hold on until now, almost entirely relying on his own unwilling mental strength.

However, no matter how strong the spiritual power is, no matter how unwilling the obsession is, it still can't withstand the devastation of the years and the aging of the body.

With great difficulty, he slowly opened his eyes, but found that he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly.

The ravages of the years had made him unable to use his eyes, his teeth had long since loosened, he could not even lift his arms, he did not even have the strength to sit up.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he is still alive and can still open his mouth and say something that he thinks is important in a faint voice like breathing.

"Old man! I'm Vivien......" Vivien sat on the edge of Gullo's bed and put her hand on the back of the old man's age-spotted hand.

Although there are professional nurses every day who use the most gentle techniques to massage Gullo's body, the old man's body still collapses at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscles have laxed to the point where they are no longer functional, and the bones are no longer hard. Vivien touched the back of her cold hand, as if she had touched the clasp of the Gate of Death.

The use of potions for a long time, and the large amount of various liquids injected, made Gullo's palm cold for a long time, perhaps in a sense, he was dead, dead for a long time.

"Your Majesty......" I don't know if he didn't hear Vivien's words clearly, or if Gurlo heard them clearly, but his weak state was only enough to say something he had been preparing in his heart and had said countless times in his mind.

"To ...... ...... as soon as possible Establish a ...... Subjection...... Country...... of enterprises. The only remaining light in Gullo's eyes was rapidly dimming. The eyes, which were already godless, were closing little by little.

But he still insisted, insisting and continuing: "Suppress, those merchants, nobles...... You must, be sure to ...... as soon as possible ...... as soon as possible"

His words seemed to be finished, and it was as if he had not finished them, but Vivien felt that the bone-like hand in her hand had lost its soul.

The hand lost all strength, and Gullo was no longer sound. On the monitor next to the bed, three colored lines have turned into straight lines, and the alarm is reminding all the people with a sad voice that a life has just left this world.

Vivien looked at Gullo, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, the old man, who could no longer speak.

At the end of his life, he didn't say a word about himself. He was still thinking about the country, still making what he thought was the most important arrangement.

Maybe he had something else to say, but he was gone, lying peacefully on the bed, his gray hair scattered on the pillow, looking embarrassed.

Vivien didn't know what to say, she didn't even know what she had to do. In this moment, she remembered Ronzadelai.

For a moment, sadness welled up in her heart, and she reached out to cover her face, not letting the falling crystal teardrop be seen by others.

The paramedics had all exited the room, and the family members of Gullo at the door were crying and sorrowful, but no one dared to come in and disturb Vivien, who was sitting alone on the edge of the bed.

Before falling into a coma for the last time, Gullo left his "will" in a daze, and he decided that if he was destined to die, he must wake up one last time and say something to His Majesty.

It was the old man's decision, so Vivien came, sat here, and listened to the boring last words of an old man. He let go of the old man's hand and wiped away a tear from his face.

When Ronsadley left, it was vigorous and earth-shattering, suppressing a magical eye. When Gurlo left, he was quiet, ordinary and peaceful, he just couldn't let go, he couldn't let go of the whole world.

Vivien always felt that these two old men were very similar, they were both the same reluctant, and they were the same helpless and annoying when they left.

"Phew!" With the inexplicable irritability and chagrin in her heart, the surveillance device that was still alarming was scorched and deformed in the lightning and flames, and finally fell to the ground and exploded slightly.

Before anyone from outside could rush in to take a look, the door was opened by Vivian: "Send the surveillance video to Moonsiris ......"

……

"Your Majesty...... Not out yet? Andrea looked at Luther who was guarding the door and asked softly.

Luther shook his head and said, "It's been more than an hour, and after Your Majesty got the news, he locked himself in his room and never came out. ”

"He locked the door?" Andrea frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"I don't dare try." Luther told the truth.

Andrea stretched out her slender fingers, and just touched the unlock panel of the door, she paused there.

As if frozen, she paused for a moment, then abruptly withdrew her palm.

It was just a while ago that she changed her mind. She didn't have a problem forcing it in, but it seemed better to leave Chris some space.

So he withdrew his hand and looked at Luther: "Okay, it's better to let Your Majesty be quiet by himself...... You don't have to stay here anymore, we'll come back in two hours. ”

Inside the room, Chris kept staring at the screen on the tablet, repeating the images transmitted by Vivien over and over again in the closed room.

"To ...... ...... as soon as possible Establish a ...... Subjection...... Country...... of enterprises. "......" suppression, those merchants, nobles...... You must, be sure to ...... as soon as possible ...... as soon as possible"

"To ...... ...... as soon as possible Establish a ...... Subjection...... Country...... of enterprises. "......" suppression, those merchants, nobles...... You must, be sure to ...... as soon as possible ...... as soon as possible"

After each playback, the video loops back and then resumes.

Chris sat there like a beast in the dark, and in his eyes was a cold light.

Since it is the old man's last wish, it seems that this time, he must kill more people.