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Fortunately, Jarvis woke up immediately and smiled kindly and lovingly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness Andre, please forgive my impoliteness. It is a lifetime honor for believers like us to be able to pay homage to the gods."
Gazing upon God? Did he really see God?
Andre was hesitant, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask right then and there. He thought to himself that since he remembered that he wasn't quite normal the last time they met, he must have gotten better.
The most reliable support was secured, and the haze that had shrouded his heart for half a month was dissipated a lot.
Andre said in a relaxed tone: "Mr. Bishop, the deployment of the magic nodes of the blood sacrifice array has been completed. When will we act?"
The time to take action is the moment the ban expires. In other words, he is asking what day “soon” is.
Jarvis turned around and faced the statue: "I don't know."
Stunned, Andre asked in confusion: "Who is that?
As far as I know, the Holy Mountain is not aware of this matter either, so it is hard to say…"
A chuckle interrupted him: "Hehe... Don't worry, it won't be long."
Andre stared at Jarvis' back in silence, really not understanding what he was doing.
"In that case, I will return to the palace and wait for news from the Bishop."
"Ok."
Seeing that he really had no intention of explaining, Andre had no choice but to return to the palace.
However, before he got off the carriage, he suddenly received a notice from the palace guards - the king summoned him.
Father is awake?
There was fear in Andre's eyes.
How can it be? !
The blood sacrifice array hasn't been activated yet, where does my father get the life energy to awaken?
Blois and Pestoia?
Although his mind was full of thoughts, his movements did not slow down at all. He immediately stood up and followed the guards to the inner palace.
Chapter 277 God!
On the way to the king's bedroom, Andre suddenly recalled Jarvis's sarcasm half a month ago - you are about to kill him, but you still call him father?
Andre knew the meaning of the words very well, which was nothing more than contempt for his hypocrisy.
The father and son have drawn their swords against each other, but the other still has to put on the cloak of a filial child who respects his father.
He was in a rage at the time, so he didn't bother to explain more.
In fact, Jarvis really misunderstood this.
Even in private or when alone, Andre would call him father not out of love or respect, but... he was afraid.
He was extremely afraid of his father, the King of Lake.
The king was not harsh when dealing with him, nor did he speak to him in an oppressive manner. He even smiled indulgently most of the time.
But...Andre would not be misled by this illusion and think that the king was truly a kind father.
If you ask why, it is because it was this "benevolent father" who sucked dry more than a hundred of his brothers and sisters.
Originally, Andre had no idea who dared to assassinate his offspring within the kingdom and for what purpose.
The most crucial thing is that many princes and princesses were killed, but no clues about the murderer were found.
Who can evade the pursuit of the royal saint?
Andre was puzzled.
Until one day, when he was on his way back to the palace after meeting his father, he ran into one of the king's guards burying a shriveled human skin in the ground in a corner of the palace. Only then did he get the answer.
Who else could have made so many saints in the kingdom helpless except their masters?
Andre didn't know, nor did he dare to know, how the king circumvented the church's ban and killed people in the city without being held accountable.
The only thing he was clear about was that he was in great danger today.
As Andre passed through the gate of the inner palace and got closer and closer to the door of the bedroom, his heartbeat became more and more violent.
He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his whole body was slightly dizzy, and everything in his vision was double.
When he finally recovered and had some free time, Andre found himself crossing the threshold of the bedroom.
He caught a glimpse of a figure sitting beside the bed. He suppressed his fear, put his right hand on his left chest, and bent down: "Greetings, father."
Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his voice still came out hoarse.
The man sitting upright slowly raised his head.
He was wearing a luxurious nightgown with a gold-threaded collar, and had short curly hair. He sat there with his back straight. His face was slightly wrinkled, and his features did not have the majesty of a long-time king, but rather the kindness of an old man enjoying the cool under a tree.
The king's gentle gaze fell on Andre, and his tone was like an ordinary father caring about his child: "Is your throat injured?"
Even though his head was lowered and looking at the floor, Andre couldn't help but shiver when the soft voice sounded: "No, I'm fine."
"So..." The king whispered to himself, not knowing whether he was unaware of his abnormality or pretending not to know, and then said, "I summoned you here today just to see how you have been doing recently.
Well... I'm sorry for taking care of government affairs while I was unconscious."
"It's my duty." Andre did not want to flatter, but he did not dare to say more.
From his perspective, the king at this moment was a madman who had lost his mind.
Maybe a certain sentence triggered an impulse in him and he decided to have something meaty today, and that's where Andre ended up.
The king did not say anything, but just looked at him, his eyes as if he was tasting a sheep, considering whether this piece would be good for soup, and that piece would be delicious when grilled.
Fortunately, things were not as he feared.
Just when Andre was getting nervous because of being stared at, the king finally said, "I'm tired, go back."
"Yes, Father."
He let out a long sigh, backed out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
As the door closed, blocking the sunlight, the unlit room suddenly became dim. Only a ray of light slanted in from the gap in the window and fell on the king's chin.
"Fleming." After a moment of silence, he asked the old man standing by the bed, "How have you been lately?"
"Yes."
Fleming's answer was somewhat unclear, but the king seemed to understand: "That's good."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Fleming. His eyes hidden in the dim light seemed to be staring at him: "You... don't seem to have changed at all."
As I recall, the old man had gray hair and beard when I was young, and it remains the same after so many years.
"Your Majesty, I am a little old."
"But you still have seventy-three wrinkles on your face."
The king had many doubts about Fleming.
His father, the previous king of Lake, told him that Fleming could be trusted, completely.
At first the king thought he was a saint trained by the royal family, but when he was promoted to a saint through the magic tower, he looked at the old man again and found that he still had an ordinary body.
There are only two possibilities, Fleming was blessed by God, or he was indeed an ordinary person.
But...will Shenyou get out of breath after walking two steps faster?
The king's icy blue pupils shrank, and his lips slightly opened: "I have never hidden anything from you."
"Yes."
"Well, Mr. Fleming, do you think I'm wrong?"
Fleming raised his cloudy eyes and looked into the icy blue eyes: "Maybe."
"That's really... I'm sorry. I thought you would say that the king can't be wrong."
“We all make mistakes.”
The king straightened his head, put his hands on his knees, and said nothing.
The bedroom was quiet for a while, and he suddenly asked, "How is the Freedom Army you are planning to build?"
"It's not very good, but..." Fleming paused for a moment and then continued, "They met a young man, maybe this is a turning point."
"young people?"
"Yes."
"If my memory is complete, you established the Freedom Army in the hope of exploring a way to... defeat the gods?"
Fleming nodded slightly.
The king asked with great interest, "You call it a turning point. Can that young man do it?"
"So, I said maybe."
"Hmm..." The king suddenly understood something, his face clear, "No wonder you don't agree with me, do you think it's shameful to submit to the gods?"
"There is no shame in cowardice."
The king felt that there was more to say, but Fleming kept silent and it was difficult to force him.
He just felt awkward in his heart. He seemed to explain, but also seemed to be reassuring himself:
"The huge ice and snow empire collapsed overnight, and our ancestors fled to remote corners of the continent. This is the price of disobeying the gods.
I am very curious about Mr. Fleming. God has not bullied us, oppressed us, or harmed us. On the contrary, He has given us everything.
Why do we have to rebel against God?"
Fleming was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
When he made the impulsive move, he used the name of "fighting for freedom", but in fact, it was only his own "freedom".
To countless common people and professionals below the level of legend, God is generous and kind.
Seeing him remain silent, the king couldn't figure out whether he was refusing to reply or something else. Feeling sleepy, he crawled back into bed, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for a certain moment to come.
Fleming stood for a while with his hands in his pockets, walked out of the bedroom silently, and then walked along the main road to the main gate of the palace.