Of course Sui Xiong won't just take one day off.
God only rested for one day after creating the world. That is the story. According to his impression, God obviously did not do any big work after that, until the great flood came.
So you see, nothing will happen if you rest, and it doesn’t matter how long you rest, but if you work too hard, something may happen, and if something happens, it’s going to be a big one!
People, you must know how to learn lessons from history!
What's the lesson? Just don’t work too hard~
Didn't a man named Zheng Banqiao once say that it's rare to be confused? Since being confused is a good thing, laziness must be too.
For example, before Sui Xiong traveled through time, he had 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 it took several years to finish the book. This made readers eager to catch up with him. Some people even found out the name of his character in an online game, specially registered an account to create a character, and rushed to hunt him down, forcing him to update quickly!
Thinking of this, Sui Xiong couldn't help laughing.
After he finished laughing, he calmly found a place to lie down and fell asleep.
After working for so many days, he was really tired.
"...I'm tired." Crick was lying on a chair, bathing in the warm spring sun, but his expression was a little desolate, "Really, I'm just tired."
The subordinates surrounded him in silence, but their eyes were full of worry.
A few days ago, he suddenly fainted while inspecting the spring plowing work in his territory. Although doctors and priests worked together to rescue him, he was still in a coma for almost a whole day. When he woke up, he felt sick and could not lift his spirits.
Although he tried his best to cheer up, everyone knew from his appearance that his situation was a bit bad.
No, it's not "a little bad", it's "very bad"!
"Brother, how is he... exactly?" In the side hall of the Baron's Mansion, the upright contemporary Baron Keen, Anna Keen, looked intently at Priest Milomon, who was in charge of diagnosis and treatment, with worry on her face.
Milomon was silent for a while, sighed, and said: "Crick is a great man. If I were in his situation, maybe I would have fallen down long ago, like a weed on the roadside in winter. Die slowly.”
Anna didn't speak, but she couldn't help but hold the hand of her sister-in-law Amy Wei beside her. The girl lord's slender white hand and the Baroness's slightly rough hand were tightly clasped together, but they couldn't feel the slightest heat from each other's palms.
At this moment, their hearts were as cold as a biting winter.
"He... still has hope?" Former Baroness Amy Wei 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 strength of the territory to hold the most grand ceremony for His Majesty..."
"Miss Anna, please stop thinking so wildly." Milomon smiled bitterly, his heart full of unbearability, but he still interrupted Anna, "Even God is not really omnipotent. Our Lord is our guide, He is our guiding light, our faith, and our destination. But He is by no means the omnipotent so-called 'Supreme God' created by those third-rate liars, and there is absolutely no such God in the world."
"In order to heal Creek, I even prayed to my Lord for legendary spells that were beyond the ordinary, and received a gift. But even so... what I can do is limited."
Milomon sighed deeply and said: "Crick's situation is actually the result of various divine powers fighting and corroding in his body. I tried to expel those divine powers, but found that only a trace of them was expelled. The trivial little bit inside aroused all the divine power to an almost boiling crazy reaction. If he hadn't been properly prepared before, he would have almost lost his life."
"All I can do now is to replenish his vitality so that he can last longer." He hesitated for a while and said, "Actually... please forgive me, this is just adding to his pain."
Anna and Amywei's faces turned pale, as white as death.
"You mean... we'd better let him go and let him quietly..." Amy Wei hesitated, "Rest?"
"Yes, everyone needs a rest." Milomon said. "Over the years, he has really exhausted his efforts for the Keen Territory. I remember one time when I came to visit, I even saw him reviewing an article about something. The man was guilty of five lashes of paper... He was so tired and really needed to rest."
Aina finally couldn't bear 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 gift to maintain his condition temporarily. But... this situation will not last long."
"What should we do?" Amy Wei was a little confused. Over the years, she had long been accustomed to obeying her husband's orders. Now when she heard the bad news, she felt that the sky was about to fall. Her heart was empty and she didn't know what to do. What.
"... Just as 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. If he is to be told that he will be When death scares me, I am the first to not believe it! So I think he must have arranged everything, just like he did when he led the team to the battlefield of 'The Day the Sun Dies'."
"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 various grasses with unique ingredients and the 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 the grassy 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... He was carefree at that time, which 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 was still reluctant to let go 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 talked about him while chatting.
"It seems that Baron Keen is really in trouble."
"Yes, even the high-ranking priest looks desperate. It seems that there is really no hope."
"… it's 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 use 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."
"… So 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. Reach into the mouth of an angry beast and perform a circus."
"...Isn't that just looking for death!"
"That's right. Since there are 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 might gain something unexpected."
"That's right!"