Gaul, Naro, Goli.
As the capital of Gaulnarro, Goli is the most prosperous place in the whole of Gaulnarro. Although its steam technology cannot compare with that of Old Dunling, the power of this country can be seen from its towering and continuous buildings.
Countless spires are like lances piercing the sky. They gather together and become a group of mountains with protruding blades, just like mountains rising from the ground.
The residence of the royal family of Garel is located in the center of these mountains, on the highest peak. From here, their king can easily overlook the entire Goli and even further away, as if everything is in his hands, like a sand table.
After the Night of Bitterness, Cornell did not stay long in the port of Maluri. He simply bandaged his wounds and returned to Goli. He walked back and forth in the following days, unable to sleep at night, thinking painfully about something.
Many ministers who met Cornel had the same consensus that Cornel had changed. They couldn't tell exactly where he had changed, but they could only feel that the heir to the kingdom was much more complicated than their previous selves. The previous Cornel could not hide his inner thoughts, he was like a naive child whose thoughts and actions could be easily seen through, but now the ministers could not see him clearly.
Cornell seemed to be shrouded in an unknown fog. He lowered his head with indifference in his eyes, like the god of death announcing his death, looking indifferently at this world that had nothing to do with him.
"My father's condition hasn't improved yet?"
Cornell stood in the dim corridor and asked the doctor beside him.
The doctor swallowed. Cornell usually gave people a very easy-going impression, but now he was like an ice-cold sword, pressing the doctor to the point of suffocation.
"No, and it's gotten worse."
"Is that so?"
Cornel rubbed his head in pain. His father became king after the defeat in the Glorious War. At that time, Gaulnalo was badly injured and the people were extremely angry at the royal family. In order to quell all this and let Gaulnalo cheer up again, his father worked extremely hard.
Fortunately, he finally did it, and the country regained its vitality. However, because of his early hidden illness and fatigue, he lay in the hospital for many years, like a breathing corpse.
"Is he awake now?" asked Cornell.
"Still somewhat conscious..." said the doctor.
"Okay, I understand."
Cornell waved his hand, signaling the doctor to leave.
At this time, he was the only one left in the dim corridor, and at the end of the corridor, behind the big door, was his father, now the king of Gaulnalo.
Cornell thought for a long time and seemed to have made up his mind. He walked towards the door with firm and heavy steps.
I slowly pushed open the door. There was not much light in the room. The curtains were closed tightly, not a single ray of light could get in. There was only a little light in the corner, which prevented the room from being completely engulfed by darkness.
There was a person lying in the big bed in the middle. His breathing was very steady and his body rose and fell slowly with his breathing.
Cornell walked to the bedside and sat on a low chair. After a long time, the naked man finally seemed to realize that someone was coming. He turned his head with difficulty, and a look of death was revealed on his old face.