The fire in the harbor burned all night, almost turning the entire sky red. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Until dawn, the green smoke could still be faintly seen rising into the air. Then the north wind became more and more urgent, and the sky was actually hail, and the fire gradually decreased.

His Majesty Gast had watched it all night, his nails digging deep into the wooden railing, and the slightest trace of blood was pouring out, and he was not aware of it in the slightest. He just stood stupidly, watching, letting the cold wind and snow particles hit his face.

Paul hasn't come back with the latest news yet, but Gast needs it now.

Because in the second half of the night, the routs who ran back from the bank of the river had already said everything. They frantically stormed the gates of the city that had been closed by the curfew, and spread the news of the defeat so much that even Gast, who was standing on the top of the palace and had a bird's-eye view, was alarmed.

Soon the whole city was full of desperate runners, and some routs and hooligans took advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, and frantically smashed everything they met. The army in charge of policing first came out and made a few decent moves, but soon joined in.

The city was full of fires and smoke, and the southeast and southeast gates were already crowded with people fleeing from all kinds of refugees. This is the end of Atlanta, a sight not seen in recent decades.

By the time it was dawn, the riots had spread throughout the palace. Until now, Gast can still see some palace maids and guards hiding outside the palace gate, carrying large bags and small bags, dodging and dodging. If they turn around, they will quickly disappear from under their noses. Gast didn't have the energy to care about this now, and he didn't want to care, his heart was dripping blood.

He knew very well that once the defense line on the river bank was lost, it would mean that the city of Atlantus, where the sun never set, would eventually fall, because there was no force in the city to defend against it. Then let those poor palace maids fend for themselves.

The palace maids and guards did not want to care, but his own concubines and ladies had to ask about it anyway. Now in his dormitory, a group of warblers and warblers wiping their tears are really annoying.

Gast snorted coldly.

"Shut up, aren't you all weird that I don't have time to spend with you? Okay, no one is allowed to leave today. I'm going to spend a day with you!"

The concubines who were crying just now suddenly lost their faces, and even several of them fainted. Gast didn't look at it either, for now he was attracted by a hurried figure in the square, the returning Paul.

"Paul, what are you doing here?

Gast's heart softened, and finally there was someone who didn't leave him at this time.

"Your Majesty, why are you still here?"

Paul looked very anxious, and he didn't have time to listen to Gast's heart-wrenching words, so he hurriedly pulled Gast and was about to leave, and the dozen or so guards behind him firmly protected the two.

"Your Majesty, I just got the news. It is said that the orcs stabbed Bogut with a beauty trick, and the front line has been defeated. At most, there are still a few prayers left, and the orcs will be in the city, and it will be too late if they don't leave!"

There was still a trace of luck in Gast's heart, and it was only at this time that the dream was shattered, and he was as demented as a wooden man, and he muttered to himself.

"Bogut misunderstands me, Bogut misunderstands me! The king is not the king of the dead country, but the minister is the minister of the dead country!"

This exclamation was like a cuckoo crying blood, and Paul, who was waiting coldly, was not a good feeling.

When His Majesty first ascended the throne, Paul thought there was a wise man. However, first the measures of Ping'an City were mishandled, which caused the orcs to go south, and then the reuse of Bogut, obviously many important ministers were opposed, but His Majesty still insisted on going his own way, and now all this can really be said to be His Majesty's own fault.

Paul shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the cluttered thoughts in his head.

"Your Majesty, why do you care so much now? We still have a chance, let's go out first and gather people to fight back!"

Seeing that Gaste was depressed and seemed to have no idea, Paul could not help but become anxious and hurriedly persuaded.

Gast smiled miserably, with a hint of the vicissitudes of the hero's end.

"But where can we go?"

If Gast could have gone to the southern provinces before, but just now, Gast personally watched Marquis, the representative of the southern provinces whom he personally promoted, lead the army out of the city and go straight to the camp on the riverbank. You don't have to think about it to know that he definitely didn't go to intercept, but treason to the enemy. Coupled with Bogut's death, Gast now does not dare and is unwilling to pin any hope on these speculative merchants.

"Your Majesty, we can still go to the north!"

Paul clearly came prepared, and the night was not in vain. Gast noticed Paul waving a piece of paper in his hand.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Ilabella has sent troops, it's only a few days away from here, we can go and join Her Highness the Princess!"

Gast was taken aback.

"What is she here for?

If I am not mistaken, he personally issued an order for Ilabella to stand by and be on standby.

Paul smiled wryly. It is true that His Majesty is diligent in his administration, but this open-mindedness is really unflattering, and he thinks of everything in the dark. Paul reluctantly spoke for a moment, and then spoke.

"Your Majesty, perhaps the princess set out in a hurry and did not receive your orders. Your Majesty, what time is it now? After all, Her Royal Highness is your own sister and the blood of the royal family, and the princess has always been benevolent and loving to the people. ”

Paul's words were already unceremonious. The implication is: Your Majesty, do you still want to be suspicious now? It's all burning eyebrows, not to mention that the princess has no malice, even if there is now, you can only talk about it first.

I don't know if it was a sudden cool breeze, or Paul's words that woke up Gast, or maybe the warmth in his heart awakened the memory in his heart. In short, Gast shuddered, and his eyes suddenly returned to clarity.

He glanced at Atlante, which was full of wind and snow, and shook his head slowly but firmly, and said.

"Paul, I'm not going anywhere. If I leave Atlantus, will I still be me? In this kingdom that my father left me, there will always be someone who needs to bear something at the end. I caused this mess, so I should take my share of responsibility!"

Listening to this tone, Gast was already determined to die.

Paul burst into tears, fell to one knee and cried out.

"Your Majesty~~~"

Paul tried to persuade something, but he didn't know where to start.

"Paul, I'm glad I stayed with you at the last moment. But you're still young, it's not worth accompanying me, you can go too!"

Gast's eyes were rare soft.

"No, no, Your Majesty, Paul is willing to advance and retreat with you!"

Paul's eyes were full of tears, and he was already choked.

Gast sighed slightly, knowing that this loyal subordinate would not leave him for anything.

"Paul, don't reject me yet! I am not a king, but a friend, can I ask you for something?"

Gast reflexively returned to his desk, quickly signed an order, stamped his seal, and handed it to Paul.

"It's all my Gast's fault. I'm officially in Ilabella, can you bring her this last command of mine?"

"I can die in Gast, but Atlanta will never die!" (To be continued.) )