Black sails

Chapter 620 CCXLVIII. The Last Master Chief

September 5th, 11:40 pm.

The outer ring of the royal capital.

A private clinic without a business license.

After the old king stepped down, there was a vacuum in the transfer of power in the country, and a comprador government that was purely selling land to make money came to power. The state management was in chaos, and it was the same whether you had a license or not.

Although most of the people in the royal capital were excited about tomorrow, after almost a year, Mulon finally welcomed back the orthodox royal family.

But many people are also worried, wondering whether there will be more terrible wars.

It is obvious that the upper circles all know that the Dudonghai forces are the main reason for the success of this restoration of the country.

But the people are unaware of this and only think that the East China Sea forces are just one of the foreign aids, and the main force is still Uporio and the support he has obtained from other hostile countries of Alan.

The Dark Knight Bruce Wayne, generally known as Little Lister.

Hidden beneath the carnival is a more terrifying undercurrent.

"I often hear people talk about the prosperity of the capital, but I never thought it would be so prosperous."

Banu was covered in a cloak, his skin was bloodless, and his lips were cracked and pale.

"I'm sorry... even cleaning the wound won't help."

The doctor took off his glasses and said that there was nothing he could do about Banu's injuries. He looked so young, but the sword wound on his chest was severely festered and had penetrated deep into his internal organs. There was no way he could be saved.

As far as he knew, only bandits or pirates would poison the blade of a knife. This was not an ordinary festering infection, but a complication of the poison.

"I just want to know how long I can live. My biggest dream was to come to the capital and see the imperial palace. Now I have achieved it. I have no regrets."

Upon hearing that the injury was fatal, Banu was unexpectedly relieved.

I am both lucky and unlucky.

He should have died along the railway several months ago, but these few months were completely earned. Unfortunately, he killed his compatriots with his own hands and is now a traitor.

But he didn't care. He never felt a sense of belonging to Muron. He could only get a meal under Ubolio.

People in the royal capital probably never worry about food.

"Probably no more than three days."

The doctor didn't finish his words. In fact, he would most likely go into a coma due to multiple organ failure tomorrow, and after that... two days, he would no longer be considered alive.

"Are you sure it's three days? I'm very sleepy now, which is different from usual. I can feel that if I fall asleep, I will never wake up again. You won't lie to a dead person, will you?"

Banu's childhood dream was to visit the royal palace, but unfortunately, he never had the chance to see what it looked like.

"I'm afraid it won't be long before you can maintain consciousness."

The doctor said sincerely.

"Soon...how long?"

"In a day, it will only be shorter."

"I see."

Banu looked at the wall clock. It was strictly tomorrow in fifteen minutes. "I decided to die before twelve o'clock. This way, the last enemy of Her Majesty the Queen will be gone. When the time comes, you can kill me with this gun. At least you should be able to get twenty or thirty gold royals from the royal court."

He opened his cloak. He no longer had the strength to lift the gun. After some effort, with shaking arms, he finally placed the Alan-made magic rifle on the table.

"I won't do that." The doctor saw that he was so young, "You should go find your family."

“I have no home.”

Banu began to gasp for breath and felt that the object pressing on his chest was getting heavier and heavier. His consciousness gradually became blurred. He wanted to say something, but quickly forgot it. He covered his aching head and tried hard to recall.

“You’re the older one, you should know.

I was implanted with a very scary thought.

I don't want to die with this thought, can you help me reject it?"

Banu supported himself on the table with his hands to prevent himself from falling down.

"Go ahead."

The doctor just felt sorry for him because he looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

But Banu's mind was too confused to describe or remember anything. He just felt it was terrible. There was nothing at the end but fear.

"I just want to know if there is a way to solve everything without killing anyone."

Banu didn't know what he was saying, he only knew that he had expressed it. In his eyes, the doctor's face appeared double. He just stared at the clock. He had to die before twelve o'clock. After all, Mulon was his hometown, and he would be reborn at exactly twelve o'clock.

Hewitt's great success in magic transformation enabled him to counter Alan's life alchemy, which caused a huge sensation in the Senate. Now he only needs campaign funds to run for the qualification of a senator.

Before, the Magic Energy Industry Committee ignored Finn, but now it is different. He has made a comeback, and when the time comes to settle the score, they can get campaign funds from him.

Hewitt volunteered to bring Finn, a first-level political prisoner and fugitive of the Tower Alliance, back to his country.

“I’m sorry, kid.

Unlike the social structure of an ant colony, the worker ants, soldier ants, and male ants are born this way.

But we are not insects. We have desires and dreams that drive us to kill, no matter in what form, destroying the body or enslaving the soul. Only by killing more people and gaining a higher social status can we achieve a better self.

This is the only way for ordinary people to fight against this cruel world.

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I'm really sorry, I can't veto that."

Hewitt said seriously.

"Even if you... lie to me, it's not okay..."

His still somewhat childish face was filled with ultimate despair, and his spirit, like that of a dying building, could no longer withstand the relentless blows of the heavy battering ram.

Nor was the echo of the guillotine so dull.

His consciousness became increasingly blurred and he could not remember anything. The palace towering outside the window that seemed to reach the top of the clouds appeared double. He began to cry loudly, extremely afraid of death. The duds that had not exploded for a long time destroyed his first babbling as a baby.

“I just feel…

It's like I was born,

It was as if he had been killed.”

All language, actions, and dreams collapsed in the pupils.

11:59.

He picked up the rifle and put the muzzle into his mouth.

Bang!

The salutes were fired and everyone in the capital celebrated. Each orderly roar added a new page to history and burned the sky with the emblem of the ceremony.

On September 6, at midsummer noon, it seemed as if the Holy God was also congratulating the new emperor on his accession to the throne. The sky was clear and cloudless, and a new year had begun.

The guard of honor, the choir, the grand parade, and the colorful ribbons.

She attended the event in her best attire and delivered a speech standing on the observation deck of the High Castle.

There are spotlights, cameras, and powerful foreign guests around him.

All the old clauses were torn up, giving birth to the authority of the new king.

Cheers, shouts, tears.

Their voices are like stopped trains, and her name is the long border of Mulong.

Right now.

In the basement of the hospital.

Hewitt replaced the young man's heart with the engine of the magic mechanical brake.

He knows.

This cruel and absurd game is like the wheel of hell, crushing all reflections of happiness or despair after the carnival.

This circle will rotate forever, each time with a more perfect arc, erasing the memory of "erasure".

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(Volume 2: Hell on Wheels: End)