Loren was frightened and fell from his horse. His thigh was crushed and he was unconscious. When the panicked attendants put the king into the sedan chair, the weather was cold and the attendants who did not know medical skills did not dare to touch him, so they did not cover him with cold clothes. , perhaps at that time, Laurent's old body was infected with some kind of disease.
After a simple bandage by the military doctor, Laurent was carried back to the palace by his attendants, and a priest with superb medical skills was called for treatment.
The priest could do nothing to fix Lauren's broken thigh and could only strengthen it with wooden boards.
Laurent was still in a coma. When the priest came to visit him the next day, he was surprised to find that the king's forehead was hot and he had a high fever.
"Let's bleed...I heard from other monks that bloodletting can cure high fever."
So said the priest and the queen.
When the queen learned that Laurent was injured, she was so distraught that she had no choice but to agree with the priest's approach.
Lauren was bled, twice in four days, and the amount each time was not large.
On the fifth day, Laurent finally woke up from his coma. He had never felt so weak and couldn't even lift his fingers.
The queen looked at Lauren with tears on her face. When she saw that he finally woke up, she hurriedly clasped her hands together and praised the Lord.
Lauren's eyes were blurry. After waiting for a long time, he finally regained some energy.
The queen then called the priest and asked him to check on the king's condition.
"His Majesty's condition is much better, and he will still be under observation for a while, but...with the blessing of the Lord, maybe it won't be long before His Majesty will completely recover."
The priest said this after looking at it carefully.
The queen nodded and looked at her husband with pity.
Laurent also looked at his wife. He moved his hands and held the queen's hand weakly.
"Lord above, I will not die, I am... the bringer of the gospel... I have listened to the oracle..."
The queen nodded prettily and opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
Laurent interrupted nervously: "I still have a mission to complete...to destroy the heretics. That is the mission given to me by the Lord..."
The queen was stunned. She didn't know why Laurent was so ill but still couldn't forget about it.
Lauren himself didn't know.
He was just longing for...God's blessing and giving him a reason to bless him. He kept this in mind and was paralyzing himself.
Lauren often thinks about his dream, and the priest tells him that it is not a nightmare, but a divine revelation.
He also repeated the pastor's words in his mind.
"Your Majesty saw the narrow road and finally the narrow gate. That was definitely not a nightmare! On the contrary, it indicated that what your Majesty was doing at the moment was walking on a narrow road close to the Lord!"
One night, Lauren muttered unconsciously:
"I am the one who brings the gospel...my authority to rule the kingdom is given by God..."
The cold wind penetrated the thick curtain and raged in the king's bedroom.
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The king fell ill, and the kingdom's recruitment to exterminate the heretics had to be stopped.
When Luo Lun learned about this, he felt mixed emotions in his heart and had to look up to the sky and sigh.
"This is just a small ordeal that the Lord has given me. The Lord is testing my will..."
Facing the priest who was treating the patient, Laurent said this.
His eyes were confused, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to the priest or to himself.
The priest also followed the king's wishes and quoted scriptures to comfort him.
But contrary to expectations,
Lauren's condition worsened.
Not long after, Lauren suffered from fever one after another, and even had a fever for two nights in a row. It was only on the third day that he felt some relief.
The priest was very worried about this and tried his best to heal Lauren.
He took medicine and bloodletting many times, but to no avail.
Loren began to feel sincerely that death was following him, always ready to swing his scythe and turn all his past into dust.
Lauren, who was originally determined to survive, the bringer of the gospel who single-handedly built the new kingdom of Layton, could not help but feel panic and fear in his old age.
During the daily routine of prayer, Lauren was on the hospital bed, clasping his hands tightly and lowering his head every time. He tried his best to be as humble as possible.
For some reason, despite the priest's repeated assurances of faith that he would go to heaven, the king was still afraid of the afterlife.
One day, Wang suddenly felt a long-lost spirit.
Laurent knew extremely well that this was what others often call a flashback, and he would die soon.
He raised his throat and asked for the priest to be called.
When the priest arrived, he propped himself up, leaned on the pillow, and said the last mass.
The priest learned of Lauren's situation and hurriedly asked someone to bring holy oil, and then smeared it on Lauren's forehead and wrists.
“Lord above, look at him,
He has done good deeds, but he has already aged like this. "
The priest guided Laurent in reciting the prayers of the mass.
Laurent closed his eyes weakly. He was afraid of the afterlife, just as his subjects were afraid of him.
“My Lord, I repent of my sins with all my heart.
When I choose to do bad things and not do good things,
I offended you, but I should have loved you more than anything.
Now, with the help of your grace, I resolve to repent and sin no more,
and stay away from any opportunity that would lead me to sin.
Lord, through your holy name, I ask for your forgiveness. Oh God. "
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Laurent recited the prayer word for word, and his memory was extremely clear.
In the candlelight of the holy statue, the more he chanted, the more panicked Lauren felt.
Not only did the voice of the priest beside him not comfort the king, he was still afraid.
The shadow of the icon is lengthened by the candlelight. It is so solemn and precious at the moment, showing the majesty of God.
Lauren's breath slowly passed away, and death finally cut his skin with a scythe, depriving him of the breath he inhaled and exhaled.
When he was dying, the king looked at the icon. The priest's voice gradually faded away, and the king felt as if he had fallen into the solemn shadow cast by the icon.
"Oh God!"
"You crowned me with my crown!"
Wang Che completely humbled himself and begged to ascend to heaven.
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The kingship of the Northern Kingdoms has been established, and the meaning of the king's rule over the world comes from God. The vast and cold land will not return to the chaotic era of the past, when the clan kingdoms and tribal gods are gradually coming to an end.
Since the time when the king raised his scepter and declared that God had given him the mission to rule the earth, the third prince who asked the deafening question on the cliff and shouted the value of man has disappeared from history and only exists in the memory of the Lord.
The idols of the gods collapsed and turned into rubble,
The young and energetic Laurent smashed it with his own hands, but in his later years he had to use these old stones to piece together the holy statue of Beitu.
The idols of the gods collapsed, but they did not perish,
Along with the denial of man and the respect for God again and again, they have been cast into churches and exist in new icons, serving as important pillars and bright embellishments of the royal power of the Holy City.
The kingdom of the third prince was created by human hands, but sadly, the king claimed that the crown was given by God.
The meaning of being human...
It was denied by someone's own hand.
Every destiny must have a cause.
Hundreds of years later, in the ancient holy city, the people of the world are facing judgment.
They won't think of it,
Today, people deny themselves,
They will all be the road to the supreme judgment of God’s will in the future.
