Of course, Sui Xiong would not just rest for one day.
God only rested for one day after creating the world. That was a story. As far as he could remember, God did not do any great work after that, until the great flood.
So you see, nothing bad will happen to rest. It doesn't matter how long you rest. But if you are too diligent, something bad may happen, and it will be something big!
People should learn from history!
What is the lesson? Just don't be too diligent.
Didn't Zheng Banqiao say that it was rare to be stupid? Since being stupid is a good thing, laziness must also be a good thing.
For example, before Sui Xiong crossed over, he read a web novel. The protagonist of the novel was called "Not Lazy." Wasn't that a good name? As a result, the author dragged his feet and stopped writing. After writing for several years, he did not finish the book. This made the readers anxious. Some people even found out his character name in a certain online game, specially registered an account and created a character, and rushed to kill him, forcing him to update quickly!
Thinking of this, Sui Xiong could not help but laugh.
After laughing, he lazily found a place to lie down and buried his head in sleep.
After being busy for so many days, he was really tired.
"… I'm tired." Crick lay on a chair, bathing in the warm spring sun, but his expression was a little bleak. "Really, I'm just tired."
His subordinates surrounded him in silence, but their eyes were full of worry.
A few days ago, when he was inspecting the spring plowing work in the territory, he suddenly fainted. Although doctors and priests worked together to rescue him, he was still unconscious for almost a whole day. When he woke up, he was sick and could not lift his spirits.
Although he tried to pull himself together, looking at him, everyone knew that his situation was a little bad.
No, it was not "a little bad", it was "very bad"!
"Brother, he … how is he?" In the side hall of the baron's mansion, the current Baron Keane, Anna Keane, stared at Archbishop Miramon, who was in charge of diagnosis and treatment. Her face was full of worry.
Miramon was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Crick is a very amazing person. If I were in his situation, perhaps I would have fallen long ago, like a weed on the side of the road in winter, slowly dying."
Anna did not say a word, but her hand involuntarily grasped her sister-in-law's hand. The young lady's slender white hand and the baroness's slightly rough hand held tightly, but they could not feel the slightest warmth from each other's palms.
At this moment, their hearts were as cold as a bone-piercing winter.
"Is there … any hope for him?" the former Baroness Amelie asked in a low, hoarse voice.
Miramon shook his head. "I'm sorry."
"What if we hold a sacrifice?" Anna asked. "Please forgive my rudeness. I mean, if we use all the power of the territory to hold the grandest ceremony for His Majesty..."
"Miss Anna, don't let your imagination run wild." Miramon smiled bitterly. His heart was 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 home. But he is definitely not the so-called omnipotent 'Supreme God' created by those third-rate liars. There is no such God in the world. "
"In order to treat Crick, I even prayed to my Lord for a legendary spell that is beyond the norm and received a gift. But even so … what I can do is very limited. "
Miramon 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 only a tiny bit of it was expelled, but it caused all the divine powers to almost boil and react crazily. If I hadn't prepared properly before, I would have almost killed him. "
"What I can do now is to replenish his vitality so that he can hold on for a longer time." He hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually … please forgive me for being blunt, but this will only increase his pain."
Anna and Amelie's faces were as white as the dead.
"You mean … we'd better let go and let him rest quietly …" Amelie hesitated for a moment. "Rest?"
"Yes, everyone needs rest," Miramon said. "All these years, he has really exhausted himself for Keene Territory. I remember once when I came to visit, I even saw him reading a document about someone who had committed five lashes … He is too tired and really needs to rest. "
Anna finally couldn't help it anymore and began to cry softly.
Miramon shook his head and sighed deeply again. "For the time being, I can still use the power of my Lord's gift to temporarily maintain his state. But … this situation will not last long. "
"What should we do?" Amelie was a little confused. For so many years, she had long been used to obeying her husband's orders. At this moment, when she heard the bad news, she only felt that the sky was falling. Her heart was empty and she didn't know what to do.
"… It's fine as usual." Miramon couldn't help but sigh again. "He is one of the wisest people I have ever met. I believe that he must have understood the situation of his body. If you say that he will be frightened by death, I will be the first to believe it! So I think that he must have arranged everything, just like when he led the team to the battlefield of 'The Day the Sun's Death'. "
"At that time, everyone thought that my brother was dead for sure, but he still came back alive." Anna was like a dying person who had caught a straw and said loudly.
"Yes, I also hope that a miracle will happen again, and I have been praying for it." Miramon smiled bitterly. "Please forgive me for my incompetence. Now, this is all I can do."
After that, he saluted and left the side hall, leaving only two women who were at a loss, looking at each other with tears in their eyes because the most important person in their lives was about to die.
Miramon walked quietly on the flat and clean street, looking at the prosperous shops on both sides of the street and the energetic people coming and going on the street. He couldn't help but smile.
But the next moment, he couldn't help but sigh.
Over the years, the progress and changes of the Keyen Territory were obvious to all. Now this small baronial territory had been regarded as a pearl of the Duchy of Thunder and had received the attention of many forces, large and small. There was even more than one powerful aristocrat who had sent envoys to blatantly poach the Duke and wanted the Keyen Territory to join their camp.
Everyone knew who brought all of this upon them.
But now, the man who had brought all this was about to die.
Miramon shook his head, took out a pot of wine, and took a sip.
This was the grass liquor developed by the Void Mask Amusement Park specifically for the taste of the Orcs. It was soaked with a variety of grass that was carefully selected with unique ingredients, and finally, the wonderful flavor that people could not help but think of when they drank it, they could not help but think of the prairie.
All along, Miramon liked to drink a few mouthfuls when he was in a bad mood. The taste and fragrance of the grass spirit would remind him of his life in the past. At that time, he was carefree. He ran on the prairie, herded sheep, guarded the village, and fought with ferocious beasts. Although his life was very hard, it was clear and refreshing, without the slightest gloom.
Now he was many times stronger than he was back then, but he no longer had the clear mood of that time.
The cool wine flowed down his throat into his stomach, as if it had turned into a raging fire, burning in his chest.
But this time, his mood did not improve because of this, but became gloomier.
He remembered all kinds of helplessness he had seen when he was a child, poverty, death, parting … At that time, he was carefree, but it didn't mean that life could really be carefree. He just didn't understand it.
When he closed his eyes, the sky was dark. The carefree life of a young man was nothing more than this kind of thing.
Miramon was a little annoyed and drank a few mouthfuls, but his mood was getting worse and worse. Finally, he angrily threw the wine pot on the ground and shouted, "I want to quit drinking!"
After cursing, he still couldn't bear to part with it, so he picked up the wine pot again.
"It's not good to waste. I'd better finish this first and then think about other things."
As he said this, he shook his head and walked on the street with a little drunkenness. He walked all the way back to the Temple of the Void Mask.
When he was far away, two diners sitting in a window seat upstairs in a nearby bustling tavern talked about him.
"It seems that Baron Keane really can't make it."
"Yeah, even this high-ranked First Oblatum looks like he's in despair. It's probably hopeless."
"… What a pity!"
"What's there to pity? People have to die. "
"Although everyone has to die, it's not the same for everyone. Even if a person like Baron Keane 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 this opportunity to get some benefits."
"Eh? Can we really get some benefits? "
"I'm not sure for the time being, but I think it's a good opportunity. You see, he's about to die. Those guys who have been suppressed by him all these years will definitely react. This is an opportunity. "
"… Then which side should we stand on?"
"From our standpoint, of course we should stand on the side that has made a move. After all, for us, the more stable the Keane territory is, the fewer opportunities we have. But I think, maybe the opposite is in line with our interests. "
"… What you said is too profound, I don't understand!"
"Haha, I'll put it simply. Do you think that Baron Keane is a weakling who is easy to bully when he's about to die? "
"Of course not!"
"That's right. An injured beast is the most dangerous. At this moment, his life is coming to an end. In order to protect those people and things that he values, his means must be very fierce. Jumping out to cause trouble is like putting your head into the mouth of an angry beast to put on a circus. "
"… Isn't that 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? After all, no matter where they come from, the benefits are the same. The color of gold never changes because of where it came from. "
"That's right."
"And, I think, even if that man dies, he might not be completely finished. Taking advantage of this last opportunity to build a relationship with him, maybe there will be unexpected gains. "
"That's right!"
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