"boom!"

With red eyes, Bertard turned the back of his sword and knocked Medina to the ground. Then, he stretched out his long sword and swung You Lan's dagger flying. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's neck, and asked angrily.

"What kind of poison is this, where is the antidote?!"

"Ahem!"

Medina groaned twice in pain, speaking with difficulty.

"There is no antidote... There is no antidote on me."

Bertard searched quickly, but did not find any bottles. Then, he thought of the clay pot when the girl entered the tent, and shouted urgently.

"Tels, bring me that clay pot! Personal guard, quickly summon the herbal priests in the army!"

Several personal guards went out immediately. The Mexica Legion will carry several priests who are proficient in herbs. They do not serve ordinary warriors, but only to treat important leaders at any time.

Ters picked up the clay pot, and Bertard quickly opened it, only to see that the hibiscus tea that was poured yesterday remained unchanged. His eyes were red again, and he grabbed Medina's neck violently, as if he would crush the girl to death at any moment.

"Say! What kind of poison is this!"

Medina struggled in pain while shaking her head hard.

"There is no antidote..."

Shulot leaned against the tent, as if feeling the passing of life. In this life, there are still too many things that he hasn't done... He felt a little annoyed and powerless, and finally turned into a helpless self-mockery.

"I'm just an ordinary person after all... I can't stand the test of human nature..."

Then, before death came, Shulot looked at the girl and smiled miserably.

"Metina, why?"

Bertard let go. The girl took a few breaths with difficulty, brushed her messy long hair, and said softly.

"Your Majesty, the patriarch said that the entire kingdom belongs to you alone. As long as you are assassinated, the kingdom will lose its leader, and the generals he contacted before will also launch a rebellion, and the family fief can be preserved. Even Talas The Kingdom of Ke has a chance to revive, and it is unknown to go further..."

Xiulot remained silent. He nodded slightly, shook his head again, and asked repeatedly.

"Metina, I'm asking, why do you want to die?"

Medina froze in place. Her eyes were blurred and empty, looking at the handsome king, she smiled wretchedly.

"Why? Your Majesty, I am alive, but a tool and a plaything, accompanied by pain and fear, a beautiful quetzal bird in a cage... Even you, you only want to lock me in In the temple, as a pleasure in leisure time!"

Hearing this, Shulot lowered his eyes. He looked directly at his heart, at his desire, and sighed softly.

"Metina, isn't it good to be alive?"

The girl shook her head and smiled softly, like a beautiful daisy, carrying the beauty of death.

"Your Majesty, it's not good to live! After I die, I will be free and liberated, and I can bring many people with me, many people I want... I used to hate them so much, but now I don't hate them anymore, but, Let's go together!..."

Shulot didn't speak. He silently stared at the girl with empty eyes, listening to her whisper, until two herb priests from Mexica hurried into the tent.

"Berthard..."

"Your Highness!"

"Don't be sad... After I die, I must bury my body in the city of Teotihuacan, under the Pyramid of the Moon..."

"Your Highness!"

"Don't worry, my lord, you won't die. You are good to me, how can I be willing to let you die? What's more, if you are dead, who will help me send them away..."

Medina smiled charmingly, looked at the king with gentle eyes, and suddenly spoke.

Shulot heard the words and looked, but saw Medina stretching out her finger and pressing it to her lips. A strange red appeared on her face again. The girl kissed her hands coquettishly, giggled, and blew a kiss to the king, her light blue nails shaking seductively.

"My king, please remember Medina from now on!..."

After finishing speaking, Medina smiled and put her slender hand on her neck, and grabbed it hard! The light blue nails sank deep into the skin, and red blood flowed out instantly. The girl smiled wildly, raised her head, and looked at the dark sky through the zenith of the big tent.

"...Grandma, I'm coming!~"

In just a few breaths, Medina's pupils lost focus. She lay quietly on the ground, like a blooming and withering rose, so gorgeous and amazing, but also with hurtful thorns.

Shulot stared blankly at the dead girl, countless emotions surged in his chest, but he couldn't even say a word.

Bertard had no time to pay attention. He looked closely at the two herbal priests. An old priest inspected the king's wound, washing it carefully. Another young priest was examining You Lan's dagger, and sniffed it lightly at the tip of his nose. After a while, the two priests looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

"How about it! What kind of herbal medicine to detoxify?!"

Berthard grabbed the arm of the old priest and asked urgently.

"There's... There's no cure for this..."

The old priest answered slowly. Shulot sighed silently, closed his eyes, and waited for the end of his life. The warrior commander's eyes went dark, and he suddenly crossed the bronze sword and put it on the old priest's neck.

"Heal the king!"

"...Respect, Honorable Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander!"

The young priest looked terrified and hurriedly replied.

"This is ordinary indigo dye, not poisonous!"

There was a dead silence in the big tent. Shulot opened his eyes instantly. The samurai commander breathed in astonishment, and lowered his bronze sword.

"Not poisonous?"

"Yes, yes. There is no antidote, because there is no poison."

The old priest finally finished speaking. The king gritted his teeth and looked at the dead girl again. The girl's lips have turned purple, like the decay of a rose after it has withered.

"Go, check her nails!"

The priests hurried to the girl and carefully used special bone plates to take some blue from the nails. Bertard himself bandaged the king's wound with gauze sterilized with yucca juice. After a while, the priests got a common result.

"Your Highness, this is a specially made frog poison, highly poisonous. The source of the frog should come from Mixtec in the south, or the Zapotec rainforest."

"Exactly. The specific type needs to be checked..."

"Is there an antidote?"

asked the king suddenly. He thought of how many times, Medina's nails scratched his skin, touching him gently, but didn't really scratch him.

"...Yes...but, but the toxicity is too strong, it's too late to use."

The priests lowered their heads, not daring to look into the king's eyes.

A deep fear welled up in Shulot's heart. Tonight was the night he was closest to death, kissing the rose of death in a gentle intoxication. After a long time, he stood up and walked in front of the dead girl, the expression on his face changed.

"Medina..."

Xiulot let out a long sigh, with an inexplicable sadness on his face. He stared at the peaceful Medina, who seemed to be falling asleep right in front of him.

The king closed his eyes and recalled the girls he had seen in just two days: the innocent deer, the charming cat, the beautiful lady, the helpless girl, the sharp assassin... and the pursuit of freedom, but the choice Dead rose.

After a long time, Shulot opened his eyes and looked at her who was asleep.

"You won! From now on, I will never forget you... sleep peacefully~"

"Your Highness."

Berthard knelt down in front of the king in shame, his face full of self-blame.

"I failed to protect you!... There are no female relatives in the camp, and the guards did not check carefully before entering the account..."

"Phew! Never mind your business... It's my own fault... Besides, the real poison is not on the dagger, but on the nails. The bodyguards are pure warriors and have no such experience... "

Shulot shook his head, lowered his eyes, and let out a long breath.

He reflected on his mistakes, and in the face of the test of desire, he failed to guard his heart. He lost guard against the beautiful girl, and thus fell into danger step by step...

"Phew... I am strong enough and glorious enough. It is difficult for my enemies to defeat me head-on, and the assassin in the dark becomes a shadow that must be faced! In this era, poison and daggers have buried so many heroes. ..." Shulot raised his head, and looked at the dark sky at the moment when he brushed past death.

There is no moonlight or stars in the sky, as if the king is destined to walk the road. This road is destined to be enemies with countless people, and it is destined to be full of corpses. And he must have a heart like a stone, and must be trembling.

"Berthard."

"Your Highness."

"It's good to bury Medina...buy the clay pot with her, and put a rose on it."

"...to obey your will."

Berthard kowtowed heavily. After a while, he asked hesitantly.

"Your Highness, you said earlier, the Pyramid of the Moon in the Holy City?"

Shulot took a deep look at the warrior commander, remained silent, and didn't explain anything. Bertard didn't ask any more questions, as if he already understood.

After a while, the king gave the order with a blank expression on his face.

"Early tomorrow morning, the Praetorian Guards will go south, bringing all the artillery!...I want to sacrifice Gulamo with my own hands!"

"Follow your will! My supreme sun, may you never set!"

On Bertard's face, there was a long-lost fanaticism, just like the first meeting of the monarch and his subjects.

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