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Chapter 265 - 227 Baird’s Journey_2

Chapter 265: Chapter 227 Baird’s Journey_2

But the long reign of terror was destined to provoke a fierce backlash, and while the ministers outwardly obeyed Milis’s commands, they were secretly plotting an assassination, a plot that finally received the backing of a key figure—Milis’s youngest, Golan.

Golan was the offspring of Milis and the new King, adored by his parents from an early age. But his father’s grave illness led him to doubt his own mother, and the death of his father ultimately drove him to poison his mother, to avenge his father.

Upon the death of the Poisonous Consort, the Kingdom, which had been unified by her reign of terror, instantly fell apart, erupting into large-scale civil war. The once thriving Kingdom was now riddled with wounds, a sorry sight to behold.

Baird, Adrian, and Kars, three heroes who had made significant contributions to the Kingdom, pledged their allegiance to Prince Golan. They won several critical battles, clearing all obstacles to his kingship.

After ascending to the throne, crowned and seated in the Kingdom, King Golan had to seriously consider one issue.

That Heavenly Descending Gem left by his mother...

Whether or not he should reward these three Kingmakers with it.

.........

In the Palace, beneath the throne,

King Golan hissed softly, looking at the three heroes kneeling on one knee before him.

Baird, Adrian, and Kars had distinguished themselves in the founding battles of the Kingdom, and during the civil war that almost split the whole Kingdom, they had made him, the youngest, ascend to power, toppling the major factions led by the elder son.

Without a doubt, these three heroes were the most noble Kingmakers within the Kingdom.

And the reason they were willing to support him, the youngest, rather than the elder son, who was the rightful heir to the throne, was because of his promise to bestow upon them the Heavenly Descending Gem once he became King.

King Golan caressed the Stone Box in his arms, the glow of the gemstone as if piercing through the solid material to reach his hands, causing his breath to quicken, his heart to burn with urgency.

He was acutely aware of the allure of the Heavenly Descending Gem!

After killing his mother, he found the box containing the Heavenly Descending Gem. Opening it, he saw the bright, crystalline gemstone, presenting him with a vision that was like a fantastic dream.

The gemstone seemed to be telling him: Possess me, for I hold endless Magic Power.

In the initial struggle for the throne, King Golan had no hope but to promise the Heavenly Descending Gem to the three heroes.

But now... the throne was beneath him, the crown upon his brow...

King Golan continued to stroke the Stone Box...

Now that I am the King, the ruler of the entire Kingdom, why not...

At that moment, Baird lifted his eyes. Although he was looking up, his gaze was as sharp as his Longsword.

King Golan paused, his hand froze.

Then, he slowly broke into a bitter smile,

"My benefactors, is there really nothing else you’ll accept besides the gemstone?"

Baird calmly stated:

"Yes, Your Majesty, I only need the Heavenly Descending Gem. Whether it was coming to this Kingdom or raising you to be King, it was all for the gemstone in your hands."

King Golan lifted his head, speechlessly looking up at the Palace ceiling.

He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and took a deep breath before speaking:

"As the ruler of a country, my promises are like gold.

If gold loses its luster, how can it be called gold?"

Finally, King Golan slowly rose to his feet.

He descended from the throne, placing the Stone Box in front of Baird.

King Golan looked reluctantly at the Stone Box in front of Baird, unable to move away.

He seemed to be ready to reach out at any moment to snatch the Stone Box away.

Baird slowly picked up the Stone Box, gazing at the pale-faced Golan King.

In the end, the Golan King still resolutely closed his eyes and forcefully turned away; the very moment he distanced himself from the Stone Box, he felt as if a part of his life had slipped away.

But even so,

he remained the first king to relinquish the gemstone.

And because of his fidelity, his subjects would be loyal.

His kingdom would again glitter resplendently because of his reign.

The Golan King of Dolan Oras would lead his race as the sovereign of the Beastmen.

.........

The three Kingmakers, leading their packhorses, walked across the verdant meadow, with the wind blowing behind them.

Baird, draped in Dragon Skin, still possessed a robust physique; the numerous battles over the years had not diminished the near-infinite vitality within his shell.

Adrian and Kars looked at Baird, sharing in his joy.

During the years of war, they had been spirited and galloped across the battlefields, found themselves in peril at times, and eventually triumphed against greater numbers, the enemy’s swords leaving them with scars of glory, while their mutual support had built their formidable reputations.

The three heroes had fought their way through blood and fire with a sword and a spear, establishing an immortal legacy that would be recounted for centuries.

However,

even the greatest, most glorious journey would eventually come to an end.

Leading the packhorses, Adrian looked down the distant road with a sense of melancholy, his hair gradually showing signs of white, the strength of his prime fading away to be replaced by an old man’s ruminative sighs of glory.

He no longer had the energy to win another battle.

And the young and prudent Kars no longer rejoiced in victory as he once did.

At nightfall, the three of them sat around the campfire, recounting the glory of the past in cordial conversation.

After all the memories worth mentioning had been revisited, they inevitably lapsed into silence.

Such a prolonged silence.

So lengthy that the campfire was stoked over and over, and as the deep night approached its end, no one spoke.

At last, the eldest, Adrian, took the initiative to break it.

"Baird, Kars, these years have been the most worthwhile days of my life.

When I first left my hometown, I never dreamed I would have such glory.

But... it’s time for me to say goodbye to you, my wife is waiting for me, as is my son, little Adrian."

The nocturnal breeze lightly swept over the plain; Baird silently struck the Fire Scythe, reigniting the dimmed campfire.

Kars couldn’t help feeling somewhat downcast, but... he was about to leave as well.

"I also must go, Baird. Just as you have a wager with the great Dragon God, a Divine being and I have our entanglements. I must journey to the far north to heed Its commands and await Its dispatch."

Baird lifted his face, the burning firewood casting light upon his cheeks. Stars twinkled half-visible in the night sky. The lonely wind swept past the three who had once crossed paths by chance, and now it was time for them to part.

He did not look directly into the eyes of the others but suddenly laughed, tears welling up before he wiped them away.

The predawn light slowly lifted the curtain of night, and after this night, parting was destined; he sat before the campfire, gazing far into the wine-colored earth.

Baird did not say a final word, but he knew the journey was ending, and he would never again meet companions such as these.

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