Chapter 1120: Kill more

When a large dose of potions and magical energy were injected into Gurlo's body, his body slightly showed a phenomenon of rejuvenation.

The shriveled, pale skin showed a little rosy, and the thin and thin chest cavity was slightly up and down visible to the naked eye.

Gurlo, wearing an oxygen mask, finally had a little blood on his face after a few breaths.

And on that thin face that was no longer like Gurlo, a pair of godless eyes opened slightly.

People who stay in bed for a long time are suffering, and Gurlo can persist until now, almost entirely relying on his own mental power that is unwilling to leave.

However, no matter how strong the mental power is, no matter how unwillingly obsessed, it will still not be able to withstand the torture of the years and the aging of the body.

It was very difficult, he opened his eyes slowly, but found that he couldn't see everything in front of him at all.

The devastation of years has made him unable to use his eyes. His teeth have already loosened. He can't even lift his arms. He doesn't even have the strength to sit up.

The only good news is that he is still alive and can still open his mouth and use a faint voice like breathing to say something that he thinks is important.

"Master! I'm Vivienne..." Vivienne sat on the edge of Gurlo's bed, reaching out and pressing the back of the old man's hand full of age spots.

Although there are professional nurses who use the most gentle technique to massage Gurlo's body every day, the old man's body collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscles have been relaxed to the point where they have lost their function, and the bones are no longer hard. Vivienne touched the cold back of her hand, as if she had touched the buckle of the death gate.

Using potions for a long time, injecting a large amount of various liquids, made Gurlo's palms cold. Perhaps in a sense, he was already dead, dead for a long time.

"Your Majesty..." I don't know if Vivian's words were not heard clearly, or Gurlo heard clearly, but his weak state is only enough for him to say something that he has been preparing in his heart and said in his mind. Countless words.

"We must... as soon as possible... establish... a company that belongs to... the country..." In Gurlo's eyes, the only remaining light was rapidly dimming. The eyes that were already godless are closing little by little.

But he still persisted, insisting on continuing: "Suppress, those merchants, nobles...you must, you must as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."

It seemed that he had finished speaking, and it seemed that he hadn't finished speaking, but Vivian felt that the bone-like hand in her hand had lost its soul.

That hand lost all its power, and Gurlo no longer had a voice. On the monitor beside the bed, the three colored lines have turned into straight lines, and the alarm is reminding all people with sad sounds that a life has just left this world.

Vivian looked at Gurlo, who had closed his eyes while lying on the bed. This old man could no longer speak anymore.

At the end of his life, he didn't say a word about himself. He is still thinking about this country and still making the most important arrangements he thinks.

Maybe he has other things he wants to say, but he has already left, lying on the bed peacefully, with gray hair scattered on the pillow, looking embarrassed.

Vivienne didn't know what to say, she didn't even know what to do. At this moment, she thought of Lonsadlet.

Sadness surged into her heart for a moment, and she stretched out her hand to cover her face, preventing the falling crystal teardrop from being seen by others.

The medical staff had all exited the room, and Gurlo's family members at the door were crying and crying in sorrow, but no one dared to come in and disturb Vivian, who was sitting alone by the bed.

Before he fell into a coma for the last time, Gurlo left his "will" in a daze. He decided that if he was destined to die, he must wake up one last time and say something to his majesty.

This was the old man's decision, so Vivian came, sat here, and listened to an old man's boring last words. He let go of the old man's hand and wiped a drop of tears from his face with his hand.

When Lonsadre left, he was vigorous and earth-shattering, suppressing an eye of magic. When Gurlo left, he was quiet, ordinary and peaceful, he just couldn't let go of the whole world.

Vivienne always felt that these two old people were alike, they were the same reluctant, and they were the same helpless and annoying when they left.

"Bah!" Along with the inexplicable irritability and annoyance in her heart, the monitoring device that was still alarming was scorched and deformed in the thunder and lightning, and finally fell to the ground with a slight explosion.

Before people from outside rushed in to find out, Vivian opened the door: "Send the surveillance video to Yuexiris..."

...

"Your Majesty... haven't come out yet?" Andrea looked at Luther who was guarding the door, and asked softly.

Luther shook his head and said: "It has been more than an hour. After receiving the news, your Majesty shut himself in the room and never came out."

"He locked the door?" Andrea frowned slightly and continued to ask.

"I dare not try." Luther told the truth.

Andrea stretched out her slender finger, just touched the unlocking panel of the door, and stopped there.

She seemed to freeze, stopped there for a while, and then suddenly retracted her palm.

At that time, she changed her mind. There was nothing wrong with her forcing her in, but it seemed better to leave some space for Chris.

So he retracted his hand and looked at Luther: "Well, let your Majesty be quiet for a while...you don't have to stay here anymore, we will come back in two hours."

In the room, Chris has been staring at the screen on the tablet, repeating the images transmitted by Vivienne over and over in the closed room.

"We must...as soon as possible...establish...a company affiliated with...country..."..."Suppress, those merchants, nobles...you must, as soon as possible...as soon as possible..."

Each time it is played, this video will loop back and then continue to play.

Chris sat there like a beast in the dark, with indifferent light in his eyes.

Since it is the last wish of the elderly, it seems that this time, more talents must be killed.