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Sui Xiong certainly wouldn’t rest for just one day.

God only rested for one day after creating the world, that’s a story. According to his impression, God didn’t do any big work after that, until the flood.

So you see, resting won’t cause any trouble, no matter how long you rest, but if you are too diligent, something bad might happen, and if something bad happens, it must be a big one!

People, you should learn lessons from history!

What is the lesson? It’s not to be too diligent~

Didn’t someone named Zheng Banqiao say that it’s rare to be confused, and since confusion is a good thing, laziness must be too.

For example, before Sui Xiong traveled through time, he read an online novel. The protagonist of the novel was called “Not Lazy”. Isn’t this a good name? As a result, the author procrastinated and stopped writing, and didn’t finish the book for several years. Readers were so anxious to catch up that some even found out the name of his character in a certain online game, specially registered an account to create a character, and rushed to chase him and force him to update quickly!

Thinking of this, Sui Xiong couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, he found a place to lie down and fell asleep.

After being busy for so many days, he was really tired.

"... I'm tired." Creek lay on the chair, bathing in the warm spring sun, but his expression was a little bleak, "Really, I'm just tired."

The subordinates surrounded him, silent, but their eyes were full of worry.

A few days ago, he suddenly fainted while inspecting the spring plowing work in the territory. Although doctors and priests worked together to rescue him, he was still unconscious for almost a whole day. After waking up, he was sick and couldn't cheer up.

Although he tried to cheer up, everyone knew that his condition was a little bad from his appearance.

No, it's not "a little bad", it's "very bad"!

"How is my brother...?" In the side hall of the Baron's Mansion, Anna Keen, the solemn contemporary Baron Keen, stared at the chief priest Milomon who was in charge of the diagnosis and treatment, with a face full of worry.

Milomon was silent for a while, sighed, and said: "Crick is a great man. If I were in his situation, I might have fallen down long ago, like a weed on the roadside in winter, slowly dying."

Anna did not speak, but her hand could not help but hold the hand of her sister-in-law Amywei beside her. The slender white hand of the young lord and the slightly rough hand of the baroness were tightly clasped together, but they could not feel the slightest warmth from each other's palms.

At this moment, their hearts were cold, as cold as the biting winter.

"Is there still hope for him...?" The former baroness Amywei asked in a low and hoarse voice.

Milomon shook his head: "I'm sorry."

"What if a sacrifice is held?" Anna asked, "Please forgive my disrespect - I mean, if we use all the power of the territory to hold the most grand ceremony for His Majesty..."

"Miss Anna, don't let your imagination run wild." Milomon smiled bitterly, his heart full of pity, but he still interrupted Anna's words, "Even God is not really omnipotent. My Lord is our guide, our guiding light, our faith, and our destination. But He is definitely not the omnipotent so-called "Supreme God" created by those third-rate liars, and there is no such God in the world."

"In order to cure Creek, I even prayed to my Lord for a legendary spell beyond the norm. , and received the gift. But even so... what can be done is very limited. "

Milomon sighed deeply and said: "Crick's situation is actually the result of various divine powers fighting and eroding in his body. I tried to expel those divine powers, but found that just expelling a tiny bit of one of them aroused a crazy reaction of almost boiling all the divine powers. If it weren't for the proper preparation before, he would have almost killed him. "

"Now all I can do is replenish his vitality so that he can hold on longer." He hesitated for a while and said, "Actually... please forgive me for being frank, this is just adding to his pain."

Anna and Emily's faces turned pale, as pale as death.

"You mean... we'd better let him go and let him rest in peace..." Emily hesitated, "Rest?"

"Yes, everyone needs rest." Milomon said, "Over the years, he has really exhausted his efforts for the Keen County. I remember visiting him once and even saw him reviewing a document about someone who had committed five lashes... He is too tired and really needs to rest."

Aina finally couldn't help it anymore and cried softly.

Milomon shook his head, sighed deeply, and said: "For the time being, I can still use the power of my Lord's grace to temporarily maintain his condition. But... this situation will not last too long."

"What should we do?" Emily was a little confused. For so many years, she had long been accustomed to obeying her husband's orders. At this moment, hearing the bad news, she felt that the sky was about to fall, and her heart was empty. She didn't know what to do.

"...Just like usual." Milomon couldn't help but sigh again, "He is one of the wisest people I have ever met. I believe he must have understood the condition of his body. I would be the first to disbelieve that he would be scared of death! So I think he must have arranged everything, just like when he led the team to the battlefield of 'The Day the Sun Goes Out'."

"Everyone thought my brother was dead that time, but he still came back alive." Anna said loudly, as if a dying person had grabbed a straw.

"Yes, I also hope that a miracle will happen again, and I have been praying for it." Milomon smiled bitterly, "Please forgive me for my incompetence. This is the only thing I can do now."

After saying that, he bowed and exited the side hall, leaving only two women at a loss, looking at each other in tears because the most important person in their lives was about to pass away.

Milomon walked quietly on the smooth and clean streets, looking at the prosperous shops on both sides of the streets and the energetic people coming and going on the streets, and couldn't help but smile.

But the next moment, he couldn't help but sigh.

The progress and changes in Keene Territory over the years are truly obvious to all. Now this small barony has been regarded as a pearl of the Thunder Principality, and has attracted the attention of many large and small forces. There were even more than one powerful nobleman who sent envoys to blatantly dig into the Duke, hoping that Keen would lead him and join their camp.

Everyone knows who brought all this.

But now, the man who brought all of this is dying.

Milomon shook his head, took out a bottle of wine, and took a sip.

This is the grass spirit specially developed by Masked Void Playground for the taste of orcs. The sweet wine is soaked in a variety of carefully selected grasses with unique ingredients. The final result is a wonderful flavor that makes people think of the prairie after taking a sip. .

Milomon has always liked to take a few sips when he was in a bad mood. The taste and aroma of grass liquor would remind him of his life back then. At that time, I was carefree, running on the grassland, herding sheep, guarding the village, and fighting ferocious wild animals. Although the life was very difficult, it was clear and refreshing, without any gloom.

He is many times stronger now than he was back then, but he no longer has the clear mood he had back then.

The clear wine flowed down the throat and into the stomach, as if it turned into a fire, burning in the chest.

However, this time his mood did not get better, but became more gloomy.

He thought of all the helplessness he had seen when he was a child, poverty, death, parting... The fact that he was carefree at that time did not mean that life could really be carefree, but he just didn't understand.

Close your eyes, the sky is dark, and the carefreeness of a young man is nothing more than this.

Milomon drank several sips in annoyance, but his mood became worse and worse. Finally, he angrily threw the wine bottle to the ground and cursed: "I have to stop drinking!"

After scolding him, he still couldn't bear to part with it and picked up the wine bottle again.

"It's not good to waste. It's better to drink this first before thinking about anything else."

As he spoke, he shook his head and staggered down the street with a bit of drunkenness. He walked forward without paying attention and returned to the Temple of the Mask of the Void.

After he walked away, two diners sitting at the window seat in a nearby bustling tavern chatted about him.

"It seems that Baron Keen is really in trouble."

"Yes, even the high-ranking officiant looks desperate. It's probably hopeless."

"...What a pity!"

"What's so pity? Everyone is going to die."

"Although everyone must die, everyone is different. Even if someone like Baron Keen is going to die, he shouldn't die at this time!"

"This is not something you and I can decide. All we can do is accept the reality and see if we can take advantage of this opportunity to gain some benefits."

"Huh? Can you really get any benefits?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I think it's a good opportunity. You see, he is going to die, and those guys who have been suppressed by him over the years and dare not act rashly will definitely react. This is an opportunity."

"...Then which side should we be on?"

"From our standpoint, of course we should be on the side that takes action. After all, for us, the more stable Keene is, the fewer opportunities we have. But I think maybe the other way around is more in line with our goals. Benefit."

"...What you said is too profound, I can't understand it!"

"Haha, let me put it simply. Do you think Baron Keen is a weakling who is easy to bully when death is about to happen?"

"Of course not!"

"That's right, injured beasts are the most dangerous. At this moment, his life has come to an end. In order to protect the people and things he values, he will definitely use very ferocious methods. Jumping out to look for trouble now is simply equivalent to destroying his head. Reaching into the mouth of an angry beast to perform a circus."

"...Isn't that just looking for death!"

"That's right. Since there is such a group of people looking for death, why don't we take the opportunity to get some benefits from them? Anyway, no matter where it comes from, the benefits are the same. The color of gold never changes depending on where it comes from."

"That's right."

"Furthermore, I feel that even if that man dies, he may not be completely finished. If we take advantage of the last opportunity to have a relationship with him, we may gain something unexpected."

"That's right!"