The carnival and grand gatherings in the north did not affect the pain in the south. The exhausted soldiers helped each other into Fort Eppodres. Their haggard faces, scars all over their bodies, and **** armor showed the battle situation on the front line. For a moment, the sound of mourning resounded throughout the castle.

"Aaron... what happened to Aaron's army?"

On the bed, the lord of Rhodoks, or one of the lords of Rhodoks now, King Graves, has lost his former splendor at this time, with bandages wrapped around his eyes, covering half of his cheeks. But even so, pus and blood will still stain the white cloth.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I really can't mobilize more soldiers." Beside the bed, Earl Tubiton let out a long sigh, and his swollen black eye bags twitched several times. "You know, although my father is the lord of Aaron, only one-third of that city belongs to him, the other half belongs to the pope, and the other half belongs to the misers of the city council. Without his permission, all important matters It can’t go on. In the past, our family could get half of the taxes and mobilize the standing army in the city, but now, we lost..."

Earl Toobiton showed a bitter smile: "Now I'm afraid I have lost the only one-third of Aaron in the family. There are no more dinars. The church and those cunning businessmen have blocked my money." Source of funding; no more soldiers, all loyal to me are here, the remaining soldiers in the city refuse to fight, the only reason why the pope and the city council haven't betrayed us yet is because Castor lost More thoroughly, they are still considering who to support. Even my honorable father is considering moving here."

"Oh." King Graves shook his head lightly, "This time I'm the one who dragged you down."

"Please don't say that. It is my honor to serve you. We have been in debt to your family since your grandfather's time. I can't remember how many times I have saved lives."

When Earl Toobiton said this, he was sincere. He has wandered in the game of power and politics for many years. He is by no means a purely good person, but he is indeed a loyal subject.

"It's time to pay it off, it's been three generations, and I've been king once." Graves laughed, even though the pain made his muscles tense, he still laughed naturally.

"Call the other earls and lords here, as well as my seal. By the way, find a few more parchments. I don't have much strength, but my head hasn't slowed down yet. Let's not waste time, old friend. "

Earl Toobiton nodded solemnly. These days they have done everything they can for His Majesty the King. They took out the fragments of the helmet. For this reason, the doctor had to take out His Majesty's injured eyeball.

But the eye injury is very troublesome, the tongs cannot be used, and all kinds of irritating medicines and treatments cannot be used. They know very well that if there is a slight mistake in the treatment process, His Majesty will die. So pray more than heal during this time. Unfortunately, Heavenly Father failed to answer their prayers.

"Go, Lord Tubiton, I will stay here with him."

On the other side of the bed, Queen Yulia stretched out her wrinkled hands and prayed to the Heavenly Father again, but this time, she did not expect her husband to recover, but praised his character and achievements, hoping that His soul can go smoothly to the kingdom of the Father.

The queen was a few years older than King Graves, and their marriage was a political marriage, but King Graves and the queen got along very well afterwards, and the queen was aging very slowly, so there was no controversy about illegitimate children. Farce, her position is also quite stable, and when she makes a request to the lords, they will mostly understand it as an order. Undoubtedly, the Earl of Toobiton was one of them.

In the next room, King Graves told the Queen about their life while he still had the strength. He talked about it from his childhood to the present, from the time they first met to when they were together until they were old. He was full of energy at this time. He didn't look like a dying person at all, and his wife was sad, she knew very well that this was just a reflection of a person before his death.

After a while, the lords hurried to the house, with tired faces on their faces. It was obvious that the rest of the past few days could not wash away the pressure they had accumulated before.

The king nodded at them, struggled to stand up with the support of the crowd, and shook hands with the queen to greet every earl and lord, just like he did when he held a banquet in Jelka when he was not king. At that time, he was no longer a proud monarch, but their friend and one of them.

Finally, King Graves sat down, picked up a quill, and tremblingly wrote his last words on the parchment scroll:

【I, Lord of the Mountains and King of Rhodoks blessed by Heavenly Father~lightnovelpub.net~Lord of Jelkala, lord and spokesperson of all Rhodoks, hereby promulgate my final decree .

After my death, my eldest son, Catherius, will inherit my domain and all the things belonging to me, and will accept the test of all loyal vassals in the Kingdom Council in accordance with the Rhodocan tradition and ancient laws, if he wins more than half of the votes , he will inherit my throne as Lord of the Mountains and King of Rhodoks under the watchful eye of the Father. If he gets less than half the votes, the loyal lords can elect another of their own to be king.

Kestor and his supporters are not considered part of the loyal vassals, and they do not have the right to participate in elections or vote. But if the earls and lords outside Kestor recognize my edict again and are willing to recognize the succession of my heir Catherius, then the Kingdom Council shall restore their voting rights in accordance with the law.

The Swadians, our ancient enemies, have stolen our lands and plundered our wealth, and their lackey Von Byron is worst of all, he and all the other Swadians who occupy our lands are our enemies, the Rhodoks unite in the glory of the Father and restore what we once had.

Calradia 1261]

At the time of writing this, King Graves was unable to continue writing. His handwriting became more and more illegible, and even the specific date could no longer be written. He had exhausted himself thinking about his will, the last thing he could do for this shattered country. When he was gone, he only hoped that the Rhodoks would unite again and drive off all invaders.

The quill fell to the ground, and the king leaned back in his chair. He raised his head to take a last look at his wife and friends, sighed, and closed his eyes forever.