honor me as god

Chapter 799

Ever since Perseus was attacked by the plague beast, he has been recuperating in the intensive care unit. He recovered well at first, and everything is going in a good direction.

But ever since Yuanwen’s night interview began, Perseus suddenly changed his temperament. He always punished the medical staff and refused to see anyone. Due to long-term infection and inflammation, he is sluggish, and even falls into a coma from time to time.

During the period when Perseus was unable to govern, the affairs of the kingdom were handled by the ministers below. Government orders were conveyed as before, local officials carried out as before, and the people lived as before. The huge state machine of Doguland seemed to be still operating. what changes.

However, those who are in the center of the power vortex know that with Perseus' current state, it may not be a matter of how long it will take to recover.

Wangcheng is now full of gunpowder kegs, just waiting for a ray of sparks to appear, it is possible to explode a thunderstorm that will overturn the entire territory.

Sting has also lost a lot of weight during this period. On the one hand, his daughter has disappeared and he has not been able to find her whereabouts for a long time. On the other hand, Perseus is in a bad state. Among the ministers, it can be said that they are exhausted.

At the last meeting, Perseus had already made his intentions very clear. Bolton had no talent for a king, and Andre had formed a clique and disorderly government. Both of these two people had been excluded. Could be the remaining candidate, Solandelle.

For the coronation of the new king, if he wants to achieve a smooth transition of power, on the one hand, he must have the support of the ministers, and on the other hand, he must firmly grasp the military power.

It's a pity that Solandelle's foundation is too shallow, and she lacks supporters among civil servants. Except for those soldiers who fought with her in the north, the rest of the legions are either loyal to Bolton or Andre's. The doorman cannot be used by her.

What Sting can do is to win over those civil servants or generals who are vacillating, and help Solandelle expand his influence. In addition, he is still doing his best to deal with the affairs of the Hirsing family.

The Hailsing family is openly on Solandelle's side, but Chino is under house arrest and is in deep trouble. Sting is trying to coordinate with them, hoping to transfer Chino back to Dusk City, or send Chino to Cold Valley Go, that will set him free.

However, the Troy family over at Fengyunguan was biting hard, obviously wanting to keep Kino to death by his side.

What's more strange is that Chino himself is not active in the transfer, and he has a posture of retirement in Fengyunguan, which makes it difficult to understand his inner thoughts.

The wind and rain have been invading the Wangcheng for several days, and the air is so damp that it makes people feel a little stuffy.

Late at night that night, Sting returned to his accommodation after finishing his business. He looked at the clock and found that it was almost 4 o'clock in the morning, and he had an appointment with someone at 6 o'clock in the morning. Change, lean down on the recliner, and start to close your eyes and meditate.

"Boom boom boom!"

Just after Sting lay down for a while, there was a dull knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw the imperial guards standing outside.

The leading imperial guard said silently: "Master Sting, please come with us, Your Majesty has summoned you."

Sting looked at these imperial guards. For some reason, they were fully armed, wearing heavy helmets and sharp swords that were only worn in battle. From the pair of sharp eyes, it could be seen that they were the most elite of the imperial guards. There are a total of 17 people in the batch.

"Who are you?" Sting couldn't help being a little puzzled.

The leading imperial guard didn't say anything, but made a "please" gesture coldly.

Sting couldn't say much, and boarded the carriage parked outside.

On the way to the hospital where Perseus was, Sting lifted the curtain of the car and looked out a few times, always feeling that there was some kind of gaze watching him from the dark.

He thought it was an illusion at first, but later found out that it was not. Apart from the imperial guards who followed the carriage, there were also many hidden guards hiding in the dark along the way, watching him all the way.

All kinds of strange behaviors made Sting feel uneasy in his heart.

When we arrived at the medical hall, the security here was more stringent than before. There were more than a hundred people on duty scattered around, and I don't know how many masters were hiding in the dark.

When Sting came to the intensive care unit, Perseus was awake. He was sitting on the bed with his pillows on his back. His face was gray due to long-term inflammation and heavy medication, and his lips were shriveled and shriveled, like decayed bark.

Seeing his former good brother become like this, Sting couldn't help feeling sad, and he said with concern: "Your Majesty, if you have anything to say, just lie down and talk."

Perseus didn't respond, but looked at the heavy rain outside the window, his eyes were a little dazed: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed about something a long time ago. At that time, we were still very young, and we were studying together in the college together."

"Sula was a little girl back then, and she was also our classmate. The three of us often went out to drink secretly, copied each other's homework to deal with the teacher, and chatted about life together under the moon."

"Do you still remember? When you chased after Sura, the three of us made an appointment. When you have children, no matter boys or girls, you must recognize me as a foster father. I will treat your children as your own children." treat."

Speaking of this, Perseus smiled helplessly: "Later, I became a king. Due to the rules of etiquette, I couldn't let Lorna call me a foster father. But I still treated her as my own, and named her a different surname. Prince, you have given her everything you can, and you have fulfilled your promise back then."

The past is vivid in his mind, and the laughter of those years seems to be echoing in his ears, but now things are different, his wife has passed away for fifteen years, and his daughter has disappeared recently. These memories left Sting with nothing but sadness.

Perseus withdrew his gaze, looked at the brother who had grown up with him in front of him, and said deeply, "Sting, whether you admit it or not, you should be able to see that I'm afraid I won't live long."

"Ever since I became the king, you have always addressed me as 'Your Majesty', and you have never been offside because of our personal friendship. I am very honored to have a brother like you."

"Some words, some things, I know that there are differences between monarchs and ministers, and I shouldn't say them. But I am also a person who is going to die now. If I can't listen to my brother's heart before I die, if I die in such a muddle, I'm afraid that I will die after I die. I won't be happy either."

The topic of life and death made Sting even more sad. He secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve: "If you have anything to say, please speak up."

Perseus stared into Sting's eyes, his pupils were slightly out of focus, and his next words were like a big hand, grabbing Sting's heart suddenly: "Have you ever thought about avenging Sura?"

(End of this chapter)