3 months later—

December 15, 291, the imperial calendar of the Britannian Empire.

The bedroom of the Britannian Empire, Pandragon, Baiyang Palace, Gozevin.

It is winter now, and it is already snowing outdoors, covered in silver.

The stoves all over Gozewen's bedroom have warmed the entire bedroom.

"Jaco...you're here..."

Gozevan, who was lying on the bed, barely opened his eyes and turned his eyes to Jacob, who was now sitting by his bedside.

"My illness...it seems...it's not cured..." The corners of Gozewen's mouth raised slightly, revealing a calm smile.

"Say less boring words!"

However, as soon as Gozevin finished speaking, Jacob, who was sitting next to his bed, yelled impatiently:

"I have already gone to invite Mr. Theodore! He is already on his way to Pandragon! Mr. Theodore is a famous doctor in the country! The quack doctors before are completely incomparable to him! As long as he comes, your little illness will be cured immediately!"

Gozewen turned his head slightly and cast a helpless look at Jacob.

"Jaco... When you lie... at least wipe your tears..."

As Gozevin finished speaking, a few tears rolled down from Jacob's eyes and dripped onto the ground.

Although Jacob has been trying his best to hide it, no matter how much he hides it, it still has its limits.

Two months ago, the news that Gozewen was seriously ill was leaked.

The news that Gozewen was seriously ill had been leaked, and Jacob simply did not stop and began to publicly convene famous doctors from all over the country.

However—no matter how many famous doctors came or how many drugs they used, they could only relieve Ge Zewen's pain.

Ge Zewen's disease has not been cured yet.

Jacob wiped the tears from his face and grabbed Gozevin's right hand:

"Don't worry, Gozevin, no matter what, I will cure your illness! Mr. Theodore will soon arrive at Pandragorn! A famous doctor like Mr. Theodore has a way to cure your illness!"

"Hahaha..." Gozewen let out a few weak laughs, "Even the court doctors can't cure my illness. Mr. Theodore is here, it probably won't help."

"No need to be sad, Jacob. As long as people live, they are destined to face birth, old age, sickness and death."

"I am 63 years old this year. It is rare to be able to live to such an old age. I have spent my hard work on the country and still be able to live to 63 years old. I am already satisfied."

Speaking of this, Gozevin held Jacob's hand:

"Jacob, you should also pay attention to your health. You are not young anymore. If I remember correctly, you are 58 years old this year, right? You are no longer young. You must not lose proper exercise. Don't forget to eat supplements or other things."

"Gozevin..." Jacob choked and couldn't speak.

Gozewen looked at Jacob's face and smiled: "Now, look carefully, Jacob, you are still very handsome, although you are old now. There must be many young girls who are willing to marry you, this handsome old man, right? You really deserve to be a handsome man who can lead countless girls to follow you when you walk on the street when you were young."

After saying that, Gozevin pulled out his right hand that was tightly held by Jacob, stroked Jacob's wrinkled face, and then said in a joke tone:

"Maybe many people have forgotten it. I only remember that Jacob, you are an outstanding civil servant, and that Jacob, you first became famous as a military officer."

"At the age of 17, he stood out among the hundreds of participants in the martial arts competition and successfully won the championship in that martial arts competition. He was called the 'Sword Saint'."

"At the age of 21, he was named the New Gui Knight for his outstanding military achievements."

"Then he was removed from his position as a knight, abandoned his martial arts and became a civil servant, and began to become famous in the mainland as a civil servant."

"It's really incredible to think about it now. It's incredible that I, an ordinary person who is nothing after taking away his royal status, can become close friends with a talented and handsome man like Jacob, who is both civil and military, and has both talent and appearance."

"I still remember that when you led your army back, countless girls were crowding on the street just to see the scene of your charm."

After hearing Gozevan's words, Jacob chuckled a few times:

"If you don't say it, I'll almost forget that I was called the 'Sword Saint' when I was young. Now I'll almost forget what it feels like to hold a sword."

After recalling the past with Jacob, Gozevin showed a satisfied smile.

Gozewen continued to say:

"I have no other pursuit in my life, just to make our Britannian Empire rich and strong... Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Maybe it was because he said too much just now that Gozewen's seriously ill body could no longer hold on.

"Gozevin! Stop talking! Lying down and rest!" Jacob said hurriedly.

But Gozevin did not listen to Jacob.

Instead, he forced himself to continue saying:

"I may not be able to live long...so these days... I've been worried about... After I die... the future of the Britannian Empire..."

"I want...the Britannian Empire... to continue to be prosperous and strong..."

"I can't let...the good situation now...destroy..."

"I am now... becoming more and more worried... I am handing over the empire to a person who has no humanity... no empathy..."

After saying that, Gozewen let out a few violent coughs again.

"I decided...to do something bold..."

"Jacco...my...friends...for the future of the empire...I decided...to pass the throne... to Ilsa!"

"I want to set Ilsa...as the new crown prince of our Britannian Empire!"

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Volume 5 "Sharomanda Battle" - End!

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"Teacher...help me..."

Ilsa, with tears in her eyes, stretched out her little hands that were slightly trembling due to fear and helplessness, and grabbed Su Cheng's sleeves tightly.

"I don't want to go out...I don't want to be an emperor...Save me..."

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"The Holy Hillan Empire sent 300,000 troops to invade the south!"

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"Is it a 120,000 yuan fight against 300,000 yuan... This is the first time I have fought such a huge difference in troops... I really hope this will be my first and my last."

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"Mr. Humphrey! I need your help! This battle - I need the help of the Imperial Navy! Please write a joint letter to the Central Committee with me! Please send the Central Committee to the North to assist the Imperial Navy!"

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"Did the Knights of Michael join forces with the Imperial Navy... Haha, interesting, this kind of joint naval and army battle has never happened in history. Regardless of success or failure, the combat plan you have formulated by the regiment commander will definitely be famous in history!"

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"How could it be?! So fast! Why did winter come so quickly this year!"

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"Marson, no one expected that this winter would come so quickly... The transportation plan originally formulated is no longer available, and the transportation of the baggage is now... completely in chaos..."

"Shut up! I'm asking you to come over, not to listen to you talking nonsense!"

Marshal Dominic roared at the quarantine in front of him.

"See me a way to bring me the armor and quilts that are enough for 300,000 people! Otherwise, do you want my soldiers to use summer equipment and fight against the Britannians with their frostbite skin? Don't joke!"

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"I'll tell you honestly!"

Su Cheng continued to say seriously to the knights who gathered in front of him:

"I not only want to win this battle! I also want history to remember this battle!"

"I want to let people now and people in the future see it!"

"See how I surrounded and wiped out 300,000 people with 120,000 people!"

"And not only do I want to annihilate the 300,000 Xilan troops in front of me, I also want to counterattack! I want to launch a northern expedition! Invade the land of the Holy Xilan Empire!"

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"Marson! This cavalry team of the Michael Knights has broken through our five formations in a row, but there is no intention of stopping! Their target is actually - our main formation!"

"Who is the commander of this cavalry team?!" Dominic, who could no longer remain calm, said in a lost voice, "Is it the commander of the 1st Army of the Knights of Michael - Raymond?"

"Okay, it seems not! The leader of this cavalry team seems to be a little girl! He is small! He has short brown hair and green eyes! If the information is correct, the commander of this cavalry team seems to be the sister of Su Cheng, the leader of the Michael Knights Order - Alan!"

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"The northern country has a million troops! No one is a hero!"

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"El, please..."

Dominic pressed his hands on Elle's shoulders and continued to Elle with a tone of pleading:

"Now, looking at the entire army... no, looking at the whole country, you are the only one who can successfully attack the Avalon Fortress!"

"……I see."

El sighed lightly and took care of the quarconian uniform on him:
Chapter completed!