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"boom!"

With red eyes, Bertard turned the back of his sword and knocked Medina to the ground. Then, he stretched out his long sword to pick it up, and he picked up Youlan's dagger. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's neck, and asked angrily.

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

"Cough cough!"

Medina groaned twice in pain and said with difficulty.

"There is no antidote... I have no antidote."

Bertard quickly searched and found no bottles. Then, thinking of the clay pot when the girl entered the tent, he shouted urgently.

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

Several personal guards immediately released the account. The Legion of Mexica carried several priests who were proficient in herbal medicine. They did not serve ordinary warriors, but only healed important leaders at any time.

Ters picked up the clay pot, and Bertard quickly opened it, but saw the hibiscus tea poured in yesterday, untouched. His eyes were red again, and he held Medina's neck violently, as if he would crush the girl to death at any moment.

"Speak! What poison is this!"

Medina shook her head hard as she struggled in pain.

"There is no antidote..."

Sherlot leaned against the tent, as if feeling the passing of life. In this life, there are still too many things to do... He felt a little annoyed and a little powerless, and finally turned into helpless self-mockery.

"I'm just an ordinary person after all... I haven't been able to stand the test of human nature..."

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

"Medina, why?"

Bertard let go. The girl took a few hard breaths, pulled back her long messy hair, and said softly.

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

Shulot was silent. He nodded slightly, shook his head again, and repeated the question.

"Medina, I'm asking, why are you begging for death?"

Medina froze in place. Her eyes were blurred and empty, looking at the handsome king and smiling miserably.

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

Hearing this, Shiloh lowered his eyes. He looked directly into his heart, looked directly at his desires, and sighed softly.

"Medina, is it bad to live?"

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

"Your Majesty, it's not good to live! When I die, I get freedom and liberation, and I can bring many people with me, many people I want... I used to hate them so much, but I don't hate them anymore, but, Let's go together!..."

Shirot did not speak. He silently watched the girl with empty eyes and listened to her whispering, until the two herbal priests from Mexican hurried into the tent.

"Bertard..."

"Your Highness!"

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

"Your Highness!"

"Don't worry, my majesty, you won't die. You are good to me, why would I be willing to let you die? What's more, when you die, who will help me send them away..."

Medina smiled charmingly, looked at the king tenderly, and spoke suddenly.

Hearing the words, Shilot looked and saw that Medina stretched out her finger and pressed it against her lips. A strange red appeared on her face again. The girl coquettishly kissed her hand, giggled, and blew a kiss to the king, her pale blue nails swaying charmingly.

"My king, in the future, please remember Medina!"

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

"...Mom, here I come!~"

But after a few breaths, Medina's pupils lost focus. She lay quietly on the ground, like a blooming and withering rose, so gorgeous and stunning, with hurtful thorns.

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

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

"How is it! What herbs do you use to detoxify?!"

Bertard grabbed the old priest by the arm and asked urgently.

"This...this...there is no antidote..."

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

"Heal the king!"

"...Zun, Honorable Knight Commander of the Holy Eagle!"

The young priest looked terrified and quickly replied.

"This is ordinary indigo dye, not poisonous!"

There was a dead silence in the tent. Shirot opened his eyes instantly. The samurai chief breathed in surprise and lowered his bronze sword.

"No poison?"

"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's side and carefully used the special bone plate to take some blue from the nails. Bertard did it himself, using gauze sterilized with yucca juice to bandage the king's wound. Moments later, the priests had a common result.

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

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

"Is there an antidote?"

The king suddenly asked. He remembered several times that Medina's fingernails had scratched his skin and caressed him gently, but didn't really scratch him.

"...Yes...but, but the toxicity is too strong to be used in time."

The priests bowed their heads and dared not look into the eyes of the king.

There was a deep fear in Shiroutte's heart. Tonight was the night he came closest to death, kissing the rose of death in tender ecstasy. After a long time, he stood up and walked in front of the dead girl, his expression changed.

"Medina..."

Xiuluo sighed for a long time, and there was an inexplicable sadness on his face. He stared at the peaceful Medina, as if asleep in front of him.

The king closed his eyes and recalled the girls he had seen in just two days: innocent deer, charming cats, beautiful ladies, helpless girls, sharp assassins... and the pursuit of freedom, and the choice Dead roses.

After a long time, Shilot opened his eyes and looked at her asleep.

"You won! From now on, I won't be able to forget you...Sleep in peace~"

"Your Highness."

Bertard 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. Before entering the account, the guards did not check carefully..."

"Hoo! It's none of your business... it's my own fault... Besides, the real poison is not on the dagger, but on the nails. The guards are pure warriors and have no such experience... "

Shiloh 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 keep his heart. He lost his guard against the absolutely beautiful girl and fell into danger step by step...

"Phew... I'm strong enough and shining enough. It's hard for my enemies to defeat me head-on, and the assassins in the dark have become shadows that must be faced! In this era ~lightnovelpub.net~poison and daggers , how many heroes have been buried..." Sherlot raised his head and looked at the dark sky at the moment when he passed by death.

There was no moonlight and no stars in the sky, as if the king was destined to take the road. This road is destined to be enemies with countless people, and it is destined to be full of bones. And he must have a heart of iron, and he must be trembling.

"Bertard."

"Your Highness."

"Good life to bury Medina... Bury the pot with her and put a rose."

"...Follow your will."

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

"Your Highness, you said earlier, the moon pyramid in the holy city?"

Shulot took a deep look at the samurai chief, remained silent, and did not explain anything. Bertard didn't ask any more, as if he already understood.

After a while, the king was expressionless and issued the king's order.

"Tomorrow morning, the Guards Corps will go south, bring 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, a long-lost fanaticism appeared, just like the first sight of a monarch and a minister.

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