When a large dose of potion and magical energy were injected into Guerluo's body, his body showed a slight return to light.
The shriveled, already gray skin showed a little bit of rosiness, and the already thin chest was rising and falling slightly, visible to the naked eye.
Gurlo, who was wearing an oxygen mask, finally had a little color on his face after taking a few breaths.
And on that thin face that no longer looked like Gurlo at all, a pair of dull eyes opened slightly.
It is painful for people to stay in bed for a long time. Gurlo's ability to persist until now is almost entirely dependent on his own mental strength that is unwilling to leave.
However, no matter how strong the mental power is, no matter how unwilling the obsession is, it will still be unable to withstand the ravages of time and the aging of the body.
With great difficulty, he slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he could not see clearly what was in front of him.
The ravages of time have left him unable to use his eyes, his teeth have long been loose, he can't even lift his arms, and he doesn't even have the strength to sit up.
The only good thing is that he is still alive and can still open his mouth and say something important to him with a voice as weak as breathing.
"Old man! I am Vivian..." Vivian sat beside Gurlo's bed, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the back of the old man's hand full of age spots.
Although professional nurses massage Gurlo's body with the gentlest techniques every day, the old man's body still collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The muscles had become so relaxed that they had lost their function, and the bones were no longer hard. Vivian touched the cold back of her hand, as if touching the buckle of the door of death.
Using potions for a long time and injecting a large amount of various liquids have made Gurlo's palms cold. Perhaps in a sense, he has been dead for a long time.
"Your Majesty..." I don't know if he didn't hear what Vivian said clearly, or if Gurlo heard it clearly, but his weak state was only enough for him to say something that he had been preparing in his mind.
Countless times.
"We must... establish... as soon as possible... an enterprise... affiliated with... the country..." The only remaining light in Gurlo's eyes was quickly dimming. His eyes, which were already dull, were slowly growing...
Close it up.
But he still persisted and continued: "Suppress those businessmen and nobles... you must, must do it as soon as possible... as soon as possible..."
He seemed to have finished speaking, but he seemed to have not finished speaking, but Vivian felt that the bone-like hand in her hand had lost its soul.
The hand lost all its strength, and Gurlo had no voice anymore. On the monitor beside the bed, the three colored lines had turned into straight lines, and the alarm was reminding everyone with a sad sound that a
Life just left this world.
Vivian looked at Gurlo who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. This old man could no longer speak.
At the end of his life, he did not say a word about himself. He was still thinking about this country and still making arrangements that he considered the most important.
Maybe he had something else he wanted to say, but he was already gone, lying peacefully on the bed, with his gray hair scattered on the pillow, looking miserable.
Vivian didn't know what to say, she didn't even know what she should do. At this moment, she thought of Ronsardele.
For a moment, sadness surged into her heart, and she covered her face with her hands to prevent others from seeing the falling crystal teardrops.
All the medical staff had exited the room. Gurlo's family members at the door were wailing and grieving, but no one dared to come in and disturb Vivian, who was sitting alone by the bed.
Before Gurlo fell into coma for the last time, he vaguely left his "will". He decided that if he was destined to die, he must wake up one last time and say something to His Majesty.
This was the old man's decision, so Vivian came and sat here, listening to an old man's boring last words. He let go of the old man's hand and wiped away a tear from his face.
When Ronsardele left, it was vigorous and earth-shattering, suppressing a magic eye. When Gurlo left, it was quiet, ordinary and peaceful. He just couldn't let go, and he couldn't let go of the whole world.
Vivian always felt that these two old people were very similar. They were both equally reluctant to leave, and equally helpless and annoying when they left.
"Bang!" With the inexplicable irritation and annoyance in her heart, the surveillance equipment that was still alarming was charred and deformed in the lightning and flames, and finally fell to the ground and exploded slightly.
Before the people outside could rush in to find out what was going on, the door was opened by Vivian: "Send the surveillance video to Yuexiris..."
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"Your Majesty...hasn't come out yet?" Andrea looked at Luther who was guarding the door and asked softly.
Luther shook his head and said, "It has been more than an hour. After His Majesty received the news, he locked himself in the room and never came out."
"Did he lock the door?" Andrea frowned slightly and continued to ask.
"I don't dare to try." Luther said truthfully.
Andrea stretched out her slender fingers and just touched the unlocking panel of the door, then she paused there.
She seemed to be frozen, stopped there for a while, and then suddenly withdrew her palm.
At that moment, she changed her mind. There was no problem in forcing her in, but leaving Chris some space seemed better.
So he withdrew his hand and looked at Luther: "Okay, just leave your Majesty alone for a while... You don't have to stay here anymore, we'll come back in two hours."
In the room, Chris kept staring at the screen on the tablet, repeating the images transmitted by Vivian over and over again in the closed room.
"We must...establish...as soon as possible...an enterprise affiliated with...the country..."..."Suppress those businessmen and nobles...you must, must...as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."
"We must...establish...as soon as possible...an enterprise affiliated with...the country..."..."Suppress those businessmen and nobles...you must, must...as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."
Each time it is played, this video will loop back and then continue to play.
Chris sat there, like a beast in the dark, with an indifferent light in his eyes.
Since it is the old man's last wish, it seems that this time, more people must be killed.