Chapter 523 (1/1)
The feeling of headache is always confusing. It is not as clear and targeted as the pain of other limbs. Headache is always mixed with vertigo, dizziness and inexpressible confusion. As the processing center of human body, any problem of brain will directly affect the ability of human body to think. It's more devastating than a limb injury for people who have to work even in pain.
”Crash!” Marcus swept his arm and violently threw the bottle full of ink off the table. The maid in the tent rushed forward, trying to save the situation in front of the carpet on the floor where the ink was further contaminated. However, his behavior obviously made the irritated King's hand feel uncomfortable, Marcus did not lift his head and cried, ”get out of here!”
The maid was still hesitating, and the fat Sir had risen from his seat, and he took up the scepter at his feet, and threatened to strike at the waiter. Of course, Marcus is not so cruel, he just wants to get the other party out of the tent as soon as possible. As it turns out, the stick knocked down face-to-face is better than any command, and the maid rolls out of the tent, begging for mercy, as if Marcus had a steel knife instead of a scepter in his hand.
”Posh asshole, dirty work.” After driving the maid away, Marcus swears back to his seat. But in these short steps, the dizziness caused by his headache made him fall to his right hand. Fortunately, he still had the scepter in his hand. The scepter with white lion engraved on the top and covered with gold and silver is the symbol of black lion's power ranking second only to the king. But now, this thing that countless people yearn for can only become the crutch for Marcus not to let himself fall.
Damn headache. The king rubbed his brow hard, hoping to relieve the dizziness caused by headache. This unexplained torture had found him a few days ago, and the constant harassment day and night had brought Marcus to the edge of patience. He could have made use of the maid. He knew that the other side was a spy planted by other nobles. As long as he disclosed some trivial information to her properly, he could make the spy a pawn of his own at a critical moment. But Marcus's head really hurt so much that he was no longer in the mood to arrange and think about the treacherous aristocratic struggle. Now he is like a sick lion who can only protect his dignity by roaring and waving his paws.
The bloated sick lion hobbled back to his desk. He looked at the Silver Lion at the top of his scepter and grinned sarcastically, ”the king's hand? Without the king, where is the king's hand? ” With that, he raised his cane to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he took back his arm and put it at his feet.
After all this, Marcus felt his spirit was inspired a little. He wanted to continue correcting the documents on the desk, only to find that the ink bottle had spilled a little when it fell down, covering several pieces of text completely. Damn it. He thought of it again. At this time, there was a lot of noise outside the tent. The king's hand frowned. He tried to calm the people outside by shouting, but he could not lift so much power.
Fortunately, the commotion soon subsided. At the same time, the curtain of the tent was pulled away. ”I told you to go out.” Marcus put his face in the arms of the table, and his voice was muffled.
”Is it? Why didn't I seem to hear that from you? ” Some of them are old but firm. The king's hand immediately raised his head. He saw that the man who was walking into the tent was not the maid before, but a knight in neat armor. His chest was pinned with a badge symbolizing the position of the chief commander, which was used to fix the robe outside the armor.
”Lord Atticus, how could you...” Marcus wanted to stand up, but the violent movement made his brain dizzy, and his feet softened and sat back.
The iron Knight saw this scene and was silent for a moment. Then he came near and said, ”I thought that being sick is just an excuse for you not to think about socializing with others. Now you'd better go to the pharmacist. You look worse than a dead man
”I want to give my skull a hammer right now. I haven't closed my eyes for days because of this damned headache. Can I get a pharmacist? I'm afraid they'll make me a big fat mouse Marcus exaggerates, and apparently cheese has told him about the rat man plague and the Pharmacist Association. Even if the mage did not do so, the association of pharmacists was inseparable from the sudden outbreak of rat man epidemic in many cities.
Atticus nodded, and to be honest, he was not sure whether the moths in the pharmacists' Association had been cleaned up. ”Well, if you don't recommend new treatments, there should be someone I can bring to help you with.”
”I refuse dwarf therapy. I hear they use mud on their shoes as a prescription!” The king's hand said, showing a look of panic, let him drink that kind of thing, rather than let him die.
”Not dwarfs. Big Duke liehammer didn't go with me. He and the survivors of molten iron are working on something. When he's done, maybe he'll come. ” The iron Knight shook his head with a wry smile. He set his eyes on the black lion map behind Marcus, focusing on the location of the city of molten iron. There is no doubt that Andre was a qualified Lord, and the liehammered collar he ruled was the most dynamic territory in the whole kingdom. But the dwarf's only reason to stay in the grey lion was that sitter was his friend. Now that the king died, no matter who died at the hands of anyone, the dwarves seem to have no meaning to stay in this human kingdom. However, if liehammer does leave, it will be even more unfavorable for Cangshi's current situation.Marcus noticed the knight's gaze, and he sighed, ”if the hammer collar loses its Lord, it's not just the loss of the kingdom. The guys outside the tent will fight madly for the land and wealth left by him, especially those strong castles, which are irresistible temptation for any family. The king, no one can stop them. Even at the worst, if we don't elect a king who is recognized by all in time, the whole kingdom may be divided. ”
He said, playing with the wooden sign on the table, which is a chess piece carved in the shape of a rat man. ”The common hatred of rat people is the only lifeline that sustains the Kingdom now. For now, at least, anyone who wants to eat cake before the big revenge is killed by someone else. But what happens after that? Saron collar, it's not far from us. ”