"Uh, hello, His Majesty the King?" Seeing King Solis suddenly appearing in front of him, Bedivere didn't know how to react for a moment. Anyway, say hello first?
He was thinking about whether to bow and salute, but he didn't know what the etiquette of the Solis Kingdom was like. What if he offended the king by doing the wrong salute?
"...What are you doing, greeting a specimen?" Sherrichard said suddenly.
"Well,...Huh??" Bedivere suddenly trembled like an electric shock. He turned his head and observed the so-called King Thoris carefully, only to realize that Leonard XVII sitting there was actually...
…specimen?!
It is so similar to a real person. After all, it is a specimen made from the remains of a real person. Lifelike, the majestic King Solis seems to still be sitting there with majesty. However, there is no breathing, no life, just sitting quietly like a statue.
.
Making people into specimens... is simply a bad taste. It's too perverted. Is this done by people in South Africa? They hollowed out the inside of a person's body, stuffed it with cotton, and completed various embalming treatments, and finally made it.
A specimen, like a trophy, stored in this treasure room?!
Bedivere suddenly felt nauseous and even had the urge to vomit, but he resisted it.
"Oh my God! What have they done to His Majesty the King?!"
"It's His Majesty the former king." The snow lion girl corrected: "When your country is defeated and destroyed, even the king does not have the so-called human rights. They killed him, then emptied his inner being, and made him
Made into specimens to declare the absolute conquest of the Solis Kingdom...Humans are such a cruel and shameless race."
The ancient Egyptians also had the custom of mummifying the body of the king (Pharaoh). But that was done with the king's permission, and they believed that this would allow the king to be resurrected in the future. In other words, it was the king's body that was mummified.
It is an ancient ritual that elevates one to a god and does not mean to blaspheme the deceased.
The specimen of King Solis in front of us has completely different meanings from the mummy. It was not enough that King Soris was killed, his body was also made into a specimen and stored in this treasure room like a treasure. In order to show off
, to humiliate, to declare. How cruel and perverted must those people in South Africa be?
"This... this is too much! No one deserves to be treated like this after death...!" Bedivere exclaimed.
"Nothing is worth it." Sherrichard said: "When a person dies, he dies. There is nothing left, and he can't feel anything. He has no joy, anger, sorrow, or shame, and he will sleep forever.
, his time has long been completely separated from the time of our world."
Bedivere fell silent.
"A majestic lion. Handsome blond hair. A smile as warm as the sun. - In the past, His Majesty King Solis was even called the most handsome man in the world. Even from a human aesthetic perspective, he is quite handsome.
"Sherrichard walked slowly over, walked up to the king's specimen, and gently stroked the king's face with his hand: "It is reasonable that someone would want to make his body into this kind of specimen.
middle."
She paused and continued: "No, maybe it's just the opposite. Who destroyed the Kingdom of Solis in order to make him a specimen, in order to get his body, in order to...preserve his beauty forever?"
A terrible guess, a terrible inference. But for some reason, Bedivere couldn't refute it.
"No matter what, His Majesty the King paid the price for his kindness and ignorance, painful, bloody, and the price of the country's subjugation." Sherrichard then reached out and stroked the King's hair: "He was made into a specimen. His
Time will stop here forever. As long as his specimen continues to exist, this is the greatest humiliation to him and the eternal punishment he will receive."
Sherrichard turned to look at Bedivere, with tears in his eyes: "But this humiliation is enough. The punishment he has received is far enough.
Now, please destroy the false shell he has left in the world! Please end the humiliation and punishment he has received! Please let him truly rest in peace among the ashes! - Please, the great hero Barbarian King Gao Li!
"
So Bedivere finally knew the purpose of Sherichard bringing him here. She wanted to use his hand to destroy King Thoris's specimen.
"...Aren't you going to take action?" Bedivere asked in a low voice.
"I can't do it." The Snow Lion girl replied calmly: "Probably, no one who has ever interacted with him can do it.
He was once so...gentle, tolerant, loving, tolerant of everything, just like the sun.
He was once so... knowledgeable, intelligent, capable, and peace-loving, but he was betrayed by the whole world.
This is a true fool, so stupid that he cannot even protect his own family.
But why, we just...can't really hate him?
"
Bedivere looked at Sherichard intently. Then he discovered the truth.
"Oh my god...you love him!?" He said: "You don't love Leoport, nor do you do all this for the Solis Kingdom because of patriotism. Everything you do is because...you love
King Thoris?"
Sherry Chad also looked at Bedivere intently. She did not escape, but answered truthfully: "It's just a one-sided love, a secret crush. Not to mention the huge difference between our identities, I was just a little girl at that time, and
He is already an uncle with a child... His child is only a few years younger than me.
The king's love for the queen is unwavering. Even if the queen passes away, the king has never been moved by anyone, so I know I have no chance."
"Even so, you still love him deeply." Bedivere turned to look at the king...or the king's specimen.
"...Hmm." Sherrichard hummed, and looked at the specimen of King Thoris affectionately.
I don’t know what kind of antiseptic treatment the people in South Africa did. They allowed the king’s eyeballs to remain clear so long after death, and did not gradually become cloudy due to death. I’m afraid there are no muscles and internal organs under the fur.
Just fill a skeleton with stuffing like cotton sponge to maintain the fullness of the king's specimen. But all of this is distorted. The king's clear eyes are still looking calmly at the endless distance at this moment.
It was as if I was opening my eyes and dreaming an endless dream. Whether it was a nightmare or a sweet dream, no one knew.
Bedivere silently took out the barbarian king's tall double-edged axe, and smeared a large amount of flame rosin on it.
"I will do it." He said: "You are right. The king's body should not be imprisoned here and subjected to the insults of outsiders. The body of King Thoris should be reduced to ashes with dignity, even if he does so.
Will disappear forever. But...before I do it, do you want to say a final farewell to him? You have plenty of time, I can wait."
"No." Sherrichard was very strong: "Do it. Please. Looking at him like this will only make me feel more uncomfortable. Let him be liberated in the fire."
"Very good." Bedivere raised the ax and pressed it down gently - not hitting the king's specimen with the sharp edge of the ax, but lightly touching it with the burning ax lying flat.
Touch the king's shoulder.
Then the flame ignited the golden lion's hair - because of the antiseptic treatment, the dry fur was particularly easy to burn. The fire spread quickly and ignited the cotton sponge and other stuffing stuffed inside the king's body. The specimen was instantly destroyed.
Devoured by the fire, King Thoris also became a "fire man", and his throne was burned down together. The fire seemed to have triggered some fire alarm, and the automatic fire extinguishing system above tried to spray dry ice powder to extinguish the fire. But the flames generated by the flame rosin
It is a kind of magic flame, and the fuel is magic power. It is very pure and cannot be easily extinguished. By the time the dry ice sprayed by the system falls, the king's specimen has already become black charcoal on the ground, burning very thoroughly.
Bediwell also felt that the automatic fire extinguishing device was in the way, so he used an electromagnetic projector to shoot small metal pieces and destroyed the fire extinguishing devices one by one.
Sherrichard took out a device similar to a vacuum cleaner and sucked up the ashes on the ground. There were too many impurities mixed in it, ashes from clothes, ashes from chairs, residues of various preservatives, ashes from fire extinguishing powder...
...But no matter how many impurities there were, there was no doubt that the king's ashes were mixed in. She spared no effort and sucked up the ashes very thoroughly. Everything was sucked into the vacuum cleaner.
"Should these ashes be taken back for a proper burial?" Bedivere asked.
"Well, that's the plan." The Snow Lion girl finished cleaning and stuffed everything into her storage pocket. Then she buried her head in Bediwell's chest and began to cry softly.
"Snow...the Baroness of the Mystic Arts?"
"Sorry...let me cry for a while," she whispered.
So Bedivere stood still, waiting for Sherichard to cry enough.
A few minutes later, the two walked out of the treasure room.
"I always feel relieved," Bedivere said.
"What?"
"It turns out you also have a weak side." Bedivere continued: "I thought you had always been the heartless and hard-hearted big sister."
"...You're talking nonsense, I'll kill you." Sherichard said angrily.
"Ah ha ha ha." Bediwell speeded up and walked ahead, going back to the treasure room hall to join everyone. There were a lot less things in the treasure room hall, and they were all emptied by Kana and Hiloma. They
The storage capacity of the backpack I brought is simply astonishing. Originally, there should not be such a large-capacity backpack in the world. Even if there is, the subspace inside is extremely unstable, and it is probably only used for temporary storage of items. This time I went back to steal the treasure.
Those backpacks will be scrapped.
"You're back?" Kana looked at Bedivere: "Have you got what you want, and have you dealt with what needs to be dealt with?"
"It's all done." Bedivere replied: "Now, how do you leave this ghost place? Are you telling me that you have to go back again, get through those troublesome mechanisms, and then escape from here by boat? By the way, right?
Can the transport ship land?"
"No, there's no need." Sherrichard, who was behind Bediwell, said, "There is a way to go back directly. Although it's a one-way trip."
She walked to the middle of the treasure room hall and took out a treasure staff inlaid with rubies. It was a personal belonging of King Soris. Bedivere had just seen this thing in the king's hand. Because
It was made of pure gold and had a powerful enchantment on it. The fire naturally did not burn it, but only blackened a small part of it. Sherichard took the staff away when he was collecting the king's ashes just now.
, Bediwell thought it was some kind of memorable treasure, so he didn't pay any attention to it. Unexpectedly, the staff actually had a special function?
Sherrichard took out a very small amount of ashes (maybe a small part of the king's ashes) and sprinkled it on the ruby of the staff. Red light appeared on the gem, and as Sherrichard moved the staff,
With a gentle tap on the ground, a portal opened on the ground.
"It's lucky that people in South Africa don't know about this yet." She said, "Let's go."
That is, the king's exclusive emergency escape portal. It probably requires the blood (or ashes) of King Thoris to activate it.
"When the country was destroyed, he obviously had a chance to escape...?" Bedivere said in shock.
"Yes. But the stupid king still chose to stay and live and die with his people. Then he died." Sherrichard shook his head: "What a stupid person."