"boom!"
With red eyes, Bertard turned the back of his sword and knocked Medina to the ground. Then, he stretched out his long sword and flicked the blue dagger away. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's neck, and shouted angrily.
"What kind of poison is this and where is the antidote?!"
"Ahem!"
Medina groaned twice in pain and spoke with difficulty.
"There is no antidote...I have no antidote."
Bertard quickly searched and found no bottles. Then, he thought of the clay pot that the girl had left when she checked in, and shouted urgently.
"Tels, bring me the clay pot! Personal guards, quickly summon the herbal priests in the army!"
Several personal guards immediately came out of the tent. The Mexican Legion will carry several priests who are proficient in herbal medicine. They do not serve ordinary warriors, but only treat important leaders at any time.
Teres picked up the clay pot, and Bertard quickly opened it, only to see that the hibiscus tea poured into it yesterday remained unchanged. His eyes turned red again, and he held Medina's neck fiercely, as if he would crush the girl to death at any time.
"Tell me! What kind of poison is this!"
Medina struggled in pain while trying to shake her head.
"There is no antidote..."
Shulot leaned against the tent, as if feeling the passage of life. In this life, there are still too many things that have not been done... He felt a little annoyed and helpless in his heart, which eventually turned into helpless self-deprecation.
"After all, I am just an ordinary person...I have not been able to withstand the test of human nature..."
Then, before death came, Shulot looked at the girl and smiled miserably.
"Medina, why?"
Bertard let go. The girl took a few hard breaths, pulled back her long messy hair, and said softly.
"Your Majesty, the patriarch said that the entire kingdom depends on you alone. As long as you are assassinated, the kingdom will lose its leader, the generals he contacted before will launch a rebellion, and the family's fiefdom will be preserved. Even Taras The Kingdom of Ke will have a chance to revive, and further progress is unknown..."
Shulot remained silent. He nodded slightly, shook his head again, and asked again.
"Medina, I'm asking, why do you want to die?"
Medina froze in place. Her eyes were blurred and empty, looking at the handsome king, she smiled miserably.
"Why? Your Majesty, my life is just a tool and a plaything, accompanied by pain and fear, a beautiful quetzal bird in a cage... Even you only want to lock me in In the temple, it’s just a pleasure in your spare time!”
Hearing this, Shulot lowered his eyes. He looked directly into his heart, looked directly at his desires, and sighed softly.
"Medina, isn't it good to be alive?"
The girl shook her head and smiled softly, like a beautiful daisy, with the beauty of death.
"Your Majesty, it's not good to live! When I die, I will gain freedom and liberation, and I can bring many people with me, many of the people I want... I used to hate them so much, but I don't hate them anymore, but, Let's go together!..."
Shulot said nothing. He stared at the girl with empty eyes in silence for a while, listening to her soft whispers, until two herbal priests from Mexico hurriedly entered the tent.
"Bertard..."
"Your Highness!"
"Don't be sad... After I die, I must bury my body in Teotihuacan, under the Pyramid of the Moon..."
"Your Highness!"
"Don't worry, my Majesty, you won't die. You are good to me, so how can I bear to let you die? What's more, if you die, who will help me send them away..."
Medina smiled charmingly, looked at the king with gentle eyes, and suddenly spoke.
When Shulot heard the words and looked around, he saw Medina stretched out her finger and put it to her lips. A strange red color appeared on her face again. The girl kissed her hand charmingly, giggled, and blew a kiss to the king, her light blue nails swaying seductively.
"My king, please remember Medina from now on!..."
After saying that, Medina smiled and put her slender hands on her neck, grabbing it hard! The light blue nails dug deeply into the skin, and red blood flowed out instantly. The girl smiled brightly, raised her head, and looked at the dark sky through the ceiling of the tent.
"...Ama, here I come!~"
After just a few breaths, Medina's pupils lost focus. She lay quietly on the ground, like a rose that bloomed and withered, so gorgeous and stunning, but also with hurtful thorns.
Shulot stared at the dead girl blankly, countless emotions surged in his chest, but he couldn't even say a word.
Bertard had no time to pay attention. He stared closely at the two herbal priests. An old priest inspected the king's wounds and cleaned them carefully. Another young priest was examining the blue dagger and sniffing it at the tip of his nose. After a while, the two priests looked at each other with surprise on their faces.
"How about it! What herbs should be used to detoxify?!"
Bertard grabbed the old priest's arm and asked urgently.
"This...this...there is no antidote..."
The old priest answered slowly. Shulot sighed silently, closed his eyes, and waited for the end of his life. The warrior chief's eyes darkened, and he suddenly crossed the bronze sword and placed it on the old priest's neck.
"Treat the king!"
"...Honored, respected Holy Eagle Warrior Commander!"
The young priest looked horrified and quickly replied.
"This is ordinary indigo dye, not poisonous!"
There was a sudden silence in the big tent. Shulot opened his eyes instantly. The warrior commander sighed in astonishment and lowered his bronze sword.
"Not poisonous?"
"Yes, it is. There is no antidote because there is no poison."
The old priest finally finished speaking. The king gritted his teeth and looked at the dead girl again. The girl's lips have turned purple, like the decay of a rose after it withers.
"Go, check her nails!"
The priests quickly went to the girl's side and carefully used special bone plates to remove some blue from the nails. Bertard took matters into his own hands and bandaged the king's wounds with gauze sterilized by yucca juice. After a while, the priests came to a common result.
"Your Highness, this is specially prepared frog poison, which is extremely poisonous. The source of the frog should come from the Mixtec or Zapotec rainforest in the south."
"Exactly. The specific type needs to be checked..."
"Is there an antidote?"
The king suddenly asked. He remembered that several times, Medina's nails scratched his skin, touching him gently but not really scratching him.
"...Yes...but, the poison is too strong and there is no time to use it."
The priests lowered their heads, not daring to look into the king's eyes.
Shulot felt a deep fear in his heart. Tonight was the night he was closest to death, kissing the rose of death in gentle intoxication. After a long time, he stood up and walked to the dead girl, the expression on his face changed.
"Medina..."
Shulot let out a long sigh, with an inexplicable sadness on his face. He looked at the peaceful Medina, who seemed to be sleeping right in front of him.
The king closed his eyes and thought about the girls he had seen in just two days: the innocent deer, the charming cat, the beautiful lady, the helpless girl, the sharp assassin... and the pursuit of freedom, and the choice The rose of death.
After a long time, Shulot opened his eyes and looked at her sleeping.
"You win! From now on, I will never be able to forget you... sleep peacefully~"
"Your Highness."
Bertard knelt down in front of the king in shame, his face full of remorse.
"I failed to protect you!...There are no women in the camp, and the guards did not check carefully before entering the tent..."
"Huh! I don't care about your business... This is my own fault... Besides, the real poison is not on the dagger, but on the nails. The guards are all pure warriors and have no such experience... "
Shulot shook his head, lowered his eyes, and took a long breath.
He reflected on his mistakes. Faced with the test of desire, he failed to guard his heart. He lost his guard against the beautiful girl and fell into danger step by step...
"Huh...I am strong enough and glorious enough. It is difficult for my enemies to defeat me head-on, and the assassins in the dark have become shadows that must be faced! In this era, poison and daggers have buried many heroes. .." Shulot raised his head and looked at the dark sky at this moment of passing death.
There is no moonlight or stars in the sky, as if it is the path that the king is destined to take. This road is doomed to be enemies with countless people, and is doomed to be full of corpses. And he must have a heart of stone and must be trembling with fear.
"Bertard."
"Your Highness."
"Bury Medina well... Bury the pot with her and put a rose."
"...do your will."
Bertard kowtowed heavily. After a while, he asked hesitantly.
"Your Highness, you said before, the Pyramid of the Moon in the Holy City?"
Shulot looked deeply at the warrior commander and remained silent without explaining anything. Bertard didn't ask any more questions, as if he already understood.
After a moment, the king showed no expression on his face and issued the royal order.
"Early tomorrow morning, the Guards will go south and bring all the artillery!... I will sacrifice Gulamo with my own hands!!"
"Obey your will! My supreme sun, may you never set!"
Bertard's face showed a long-lost enthusiasm, just like the first meeting between the monarch and his subjects.
