One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty More Kills

When a large dose of medicine and magic energy were injected into Gurlo's body, a slight phenomenon of backlight appeared in his body.

The shriveled, already gray skin showed a little rosiness, and the already emaciated chest was slightly heaving up and down visible to the naked eye.

Gurlo, who was wearing an oxygen mask, finally had a little blood on his face after a few breaths.

And on that emaciated face that was no longer like Gurlo's, a pair of lifeless eyes also opened slightly.

People who are bedridden for a long time are painful. Gurluo can persist until now, almost entirely relying on his own mental strength that is unwilling to leave.

However, no matter how powerful the mental strength is, no matter how unwilling the obsession, it will still not be able to withstand the ravages of time and the aging of the body.

With great difficulty, he slowly opened his eyes, but found that he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly.

The ravages of the years have made 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 he can still open his mouth and say something he thinks is important with a voice as weak as breathing.

"Old man! I'm Vivienne..." Vivienne sat by Gurlo's bed, stretched out her hand and pressed the back of the old man's hand full of age spots.

Although there are professional nurses who massage Gurlo's body with the most gentle methods every day, the old man's body still collapses at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscles have been so relaxed that they have lost their function, and the bones are no longer hard. Vivian touched the cold back of her hand, as if she touched the buckle of the gate of death.

Using medicine for a long time and injecting a large amount of various liquids made Gurlo's palm already cold. Perhaps in a sense, he was dead, dead for a long time.

"Your Majesty..." I don't know if I didn't hear Vivian's words clearly, or Gurlo heard clearly, but his weak state is only enough for him to say something that he has been preparing in his heart and said in his mind Countless words.

"We must...as soon as possible...establish...an enterprise affiliated to...the country..." In Gurlo's eyes, the only remaining light was rapidly dimming. The already lifeless eyes are closing little by little.

But he still persisted,

He insisted and continued: "Suppression, those merchants, nobles...you must, must be as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."

His words seemed to be finished, and it seemed that he hadn't finished, but Vivienne felt that the bone-like hand in her hand had lost its soul.

The hand lost all strength, and Gullo lost his voice. On the monitor next to the bed, the three colored lines have turned into straight lines, and the alarm is reminding everyone with a sad voice that a life just left this world just now.

Vivienne looked at Gurlo, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. It was impossible for this old man to speak now.

At the end of his life, he didn't say a word about himself. He is still thinking about this country, and he is still making arrangements that he considers the most important.

Maybe he has something else to say, but he has already left, lying peacefully on the bed, with his gray hair scattered on the pillow, looking in a mess.

Vivian didn't know what to say, she didn't even know what to do. At this moment, she thought of Longsard Lai.

Sadness welled up in her heart for a moment, and she covered her face with her hand, preventing others from seeing the falling crystal teardrop.

The medical staff had all left the room, and Gurlo's family members at the door were weeping and mournful, but no one dared to come in and disturb Vivian who was sitting alone by the bed.

Before falling into a coma for the last time, Gurlo left his "will" in a daze. He decided that if he was destined to die, he must wake up one last time and say something to His Majesty.

This is the old man's decision, so Vivienne came, sat here, and listened to an old man's boring last words. He let go of the old man's hand, and wiped a drop of hot tears from his face with his hand.

When Longsa Delai left, it was vigorous and earth-shattering, suppressing a magic eye. When Gurlo left, he was quiet, ordinary and peaceful. He just couldn't let go, the whole world.

Vivienne always felt that these two old people were very similar. They both made people feel sad, and when they left, they also made people feel helpless and irritated.

"Bah!" With the inexplicable irritability and annoyance in her heart, the surveillance equipment that was still alarming was scorched and deformed by lightning and flames, and finally fell to the ground and a slight explosion occurred.

Before the people outside rushed in to find out, the door was opened by Vivienne: "Send the surveillance video to Yuesiris..."

...

"Your Majesty...hasn't come out yet?" Andrea asked softly, looking at Luther who was guarding the door.

Luther shook his head and said, "It's been more than an hour. After His Majesty got the news, he locked himself in the room and never came out."

"He locked the door?" Andrea frowned slightly, and continued to ask.

"I dare not try." Luther said truthfully.

Andrea stretched out her slender fingers, just touched the unlock panel of the door, and stopped there.

She seemed to be frozen, stopped there for a while, and then suddenly withdrew her palm.

Just at that time, she changed her mind. She had no problem forcing her in, but it seemed better to give Chris some space.

So he withdrew his hand and looked at Luther: "Okay, let His Majesty be alone for a while... You don't have to stay here anymore, we will 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...as soon as possible...establish...an enterprise affiliated to...the country..."..."Suppression, those businessmen, nobles...you must, you must, as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."

"We must...as soon as possible...establish...an enterprise affiliated to...the country..."..."Suppression, those businessmen, nobles...you must, you must, as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."

Every time it is played, the video will loop back, and then continue to play.

Chris sat there like a beast in the dark, with indifferent light in his eyes.

Since it was the old man's last wish, it seems that this time, more people must be killed.

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