Chapter 374 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Sui Xiong, of course, would not rest for only a day.

God had created the world, but only taken a one day break. That was just a story, and in his impression, God hadn’t done any great work until he had made the flood.

So you see, taking a break wasn’t a big deal, and the longer the better. On the contrary, if one worked too hard, trouble might come and even cause a disaster!

Ah, they needed to learn their lesson from history!

What was the lesson? Well, to not work too hard.

Zheng Banqiao, a Chinese poet, had said that ignorance was bliss and that it was a folly to be wise. Now that ignorance was a good thing, so was laziness.

For example, before Sui Xiong had traversed through history, he had read a novel in which the main character had been called “not lazy.” It was a nice name, huh? But the writer had spent several years on the book without finishing. It made the readers too anxious to read. Some crazy readers even tracked the writer’s character name in an online game and registered accounts on purpose to chase and kill him, pestering him to update the novel!

Thinking about that, Sui Xiong couldn’t help laughing.

Then he found a place lazily to sleep.

After all, after being busy for so many days, he was extremely tired.

“I’m tired.” Crick Keane laid on the chair and bathed in the warm spring with a depressed look. “Really, I’m just tired.”

Subordinates looked at him with eyes full of worry and kept silent.

A few days ago, he had inspected a spring plow when he had suddenly fainted. Although there had been doctors and priests that came to his rescue, he still fell into a coma for almost a whole day. After waking up, he was feckless.

He tried to cheer himself up, but just from his pale looks, everyone knew his condition was worse for wear.

No, it wasn’t “worse for wear,” but “very bad!”

“Brother, he… Is everything okay?” Baron Anna, whose face was full of worry, stared at Priest Miramon, the man who had treated Crick, in the side hall of Baron mansion.

After being silent for a moment, Miramon said with a sigh, “Crick is a great man. If I were in his situation, I would have already died, like a weed in the winter dies slowly.”

Anna didn’t reply, but couldn’t help holding the hand of Amyveile, who was her sister-in-law. Anna, the young Hill Lord, used her slender white hands to hold the baroness’ slightly rough hands tightly, but couldn’t feel any warmth from the other’s palms.

At that moment, their feelings ran as frigid and cold as a bitter winter.

“Will… he get better?” the former Baroness Amyveile asked in a low, husky tone.

While shaking his head, Miramon replied, “I’m sorry.”

“How about a sacrifice?” Anna asked. “Please forgive my offense—I mean, if we use the whole power of our territory to hold the grandest party for your majesty—”

“Miss Anna, don’t entertain foolish ideas,” Miramon said with a wry smile. He was reluctant to interrupt, but still continued, “Even if our God was here, he couldn’t really can do anything. God is our leader, our light, our belief, and our home. He’s not one of those so-called ‘Omnipotent Gods’ created by crooks, and there is no ‘Omnipotent God’ in this world.

“In order to treat Crick, I even prayed to God for a supreme spell and received it. But even so… what I can do is still limited.”

Miramon sighed deeply and continued, “Crick now has all types of Divine Power in his body which resulted in erosion. I tried to drive the Divine Power away, but found that even just removing a tiny bit would cause a mad reaction, nearly boiling all the Divine Power. If it wasn’t prepared well before, he’d be almost dead now.”

“All I can do now is add vitality for him, and help him last longer.” He hesitated for a moment and said, “In fact… please let me make this clear. What you’re doing is causing him pain.”

Anna and Amyveile’s faces paled, like they were dead.

“You mean… We’d better let him go, let him quietly…” Amyveile said hesitantly, “Go rest?”

“Yeah, everyone needs rest,” Miramon said. “Over these past years, as the chief of the Keane Hill, he really devoted his whole life. I remember once when I visited here, I even saw him reading and commenting on a document about someone being punished with five lashes… He’s too tired and really needs to go rest.”

Anna could hardly hold back her tears and finally cried in a low voice.

Miramon shook his head and sighed deeply, then said, “I can sustain his life temporarily through the strength of my God. But… this will not last long.”

“What should we do?” Amyveile was in a daze. Over these years, she had already become accustomed to following her husband’s command. Upon hearing the news at that moment, she felt like almost everything was gone, leaving her with an empty heart. She didn’t know what to do.

“Just act like normal.” Miramon couldn’t help sighing. “He’s one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever seen. He must know the condition of his own body. I’d never believe that he would be scared by death! So I think he must get everything arranged, just like before, at the battle of Sun’s Death Day, when he went with his army.”

Grasping onto a last hope, Anna said with a loud voice, “Everyone thought brother would die, but he still came back alive.”

“Yes, I also hope that a miracle could happen again and pray for this blessing all the time,” Miramon said with a wry smile. “Please forgive my incompetence. All I can do now is this.”

Then he gave a bow and left the hall, leaving the two helpless woman there crying for the almost dead man.