Early in the morning of the succession ceremony, the first news that Imolaes received was the death of his mother, who had fallen into a coma last night.

Then he was arranged by a group of courtiers to do this and that, like a string-pulling puppet, to complete this ceremony that was neither grand nor festive, and the only feeling of Imoryes was cold, the kind of cold that penetrated the bone marrow.

It wasn't until long after everyone but Hirgis had left that Imoles regained his ability to think.

A mouth full of bitterness.

When Imoles wanted to speak, it was the only feeling.

"How are you, Imoles?"

The familiar warmth came to his face again.

Turning his head, the familiar face was full of concern.

"Hirghis, you'll stay with me. Imolaes held out his right hand over her hand on his face, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I'll be with you all the time. The voice of the young girl who had just become a bride was extremely firm.

"Forever?"

"Forever!"

Imolaes hugged Hirgis tightly in his arms, as if it were the most important treasure in this world, even more than life.

Hilgis softly responded with his hug.

Suddenly, she felt a slight chill over her shoulders.

It's tears.

After a moment, Hirgis judged.

She reached out hesitantly, wanting to touch his head to comfort him, but she was a little worried that it would stimulate his pride, and she knew that Imoles was a proud man at heart, and never wanted his weakness to be seen by others. Not even her.

"This time...... Just this once...... There will be no next ......" Suddenly, Imoles spoke. However, since he buried his face completely on the side of Hirgith's neck, his voice was a little muffled.

Imoles' words were heard. Hirgis was slightly stunned, then showed a gentle smile, and gently placed her hand on the back of Imoles' head.

......

The death of King Besoffara was a major event that caused a stir throughout the Briggs dynasty. Although the Briggs dynasty, which has lasted for seventeen kings, has clearly shown its twilight, it has never happened to kill a king in such a direct battle, which is a very heavy blow to all Briggsians, not to mention that the brave soldiers who died with the king are the most elite combat force of the entire dynasty, and their losses have made the entire dynasty's frontier defense network full of holes, not only the northern border is in a hurry. The barbarians in other directions and those conquered by the Briggs began to move, and the Briggs dynasty suddenly entered a stormy stage.

When Imoles succeeded to the throne, he quickly picked himself up and began to work hard to take over the responsibility of his father and his ancestors and start a new Briggs dynasty.

Unfortunately, he was dealing with an aging Briggs and a ruling class that had long since decayed.

After four years on the throne, Imoles can be described as struggling, facing internal decay and a land full of smoke. He didn't have anything too good to do. He also presided over several wars of greater or smaller scales, and although there were occasional small victories, they could not change the overall situation at all, and the situation became more and more dire. Faced with this situation, the young king fell into a state of misery.

Despite the relief of Hirgis and Mutombo, Imoles' mood was still a little low. Self-blame and frustration have always tormented him.

Eventually, he made a decision.

......

"Your Majesty. Have you decided?" High Priest Amberton's face was covered with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were still bright, pure, and vibrant. Just like young people.

"I've decided, I'm going to have an immortality ceremony. Imoles said in a deep voice.

"Well, I'll let you know if you wish. Ambotton nodded.

"Then as soon as possible. Imoles got up and prepared to leave the sacrificial hall reserved for the High Priest.

"Wait a minute, my lord. Ambotton's voice rang out.

Imoles stopped and turned around, "What else?"

"Her Royal Highness also needs to join this ceremony, please inform her by the way. ”

"What!What does Hirgis have to do with this ritual?!" Imoles' voice suddenly rose several degrees, and his face changed drastically.

"Don't you know?"

"What should I be clear?"

Imeles knew that the immortality ritual was the biggest secret of their Merryprol family, and the so-called immortality ritual was to awaken the souls of the previous kings through special rituals and summon them into the body of the current king, so as to artificially bring Alexander the Great back to the world to save the dynasty from facing a crisis.

Of course, this is not without a price, the consciousness of the king himself who is used as a container will inevitably disappear, and the summoned Alexander the Great is not a complete form, but a monster with only reason and no emotion, so only six of the seventeen kings before Imoles summoned Alexander the Great, thus saving the dynasty from crisis several times.

Now facing the collapse of the dynastic situation day by day, Imoles saw his powerlessness and finally made up his mind to exchange himself for the continuation of the Briggs dynasty.

But he only knew about the ritual, but he didn't know the whole process of the ritual, after all, the whole process was mastered by these priests who believed in Alexander the Great.

The sudden hearing that Hirgis had to join the ritual made Imoles feel inexplicably frightened.

"So you don't know, so let me explain it to you in detail. ”

Then Ambotton began to tell.

In Amberton's narration, Imoles finally understood the details of the immortality ritual. In fact, the process of immortality is fraught with dangers, the biggest of which is that the soul of Alexander the Great is too much for his descendants to bear.

As Alexander, who has a golden bloodline and has even killed gods, his strength and soul are far beyond the limits of human beings, and as his descendants. Although successive kings tried to ensure the purity of their descendants' bloodline, Alexander's blood was constantly diluted. After the third generation of kings, it was impossible for the later kings of Briggs to bear Alexander's soul alone. So there is another way - to find someone to share the burden.

In this way, Alexander the Great's sanity and ability to continue the dynasty were preserved, and other unnecessary impurities of emotions and energy were put into the body of the person who shared it, and the result of this ritual was that the king became a rational doppelganger of Alexander the Great, and the person who shared it received energy beyond his limits, causing his direct death.

And the person who shares it is not just one who can be used, it must have some special conditions, such as extremely pure soul, women and other conditions, and it is difficult to find a few suitable ones in the entire dynasty, especially as the bloodlines of the descendants become thinner. This demand is only going to get higher.

So in the third generation of the king Prussia began to make a decision......

“...... The queen of each generation of kings must be a person who meets the requirements for the sharing of ceremonies. Subconsciously repeating the words of the High Priest Amberton, Imolas's face was pale and there was not a trace of blood.

"Does it have to be Hilgith? Imoles rushed forward, grabbed Amberton by the shoulders with both hands, and roared.

"No, in fact, with the thinning of the bloodline, only your queen and your mother meet this condition in the past three generations of kings, and we have been looking for this kind of candidate among the people, but it's a pity. There has been no result, and your mother ......" Amberton was not moved by Imoles's actions in the slightest, and calmly replied.

Imoles let go of his hand and staggered back a few steps. His eyes became a little distracted.

Later, Imoles didn't know how he came out of it.

He wandered aimlessly, eventually to Mutombo's side. For him, apart from Hilgis, only this friend could let him confide.

It was only when he came to the meadow where Mutombo was. Hilgis was already there, just like when she was a child. Leaning back in the shade of Mutombo, he quietly looked at the book in his hand.

"You're here. When Hirgis saw Imoles, she stood up demure and smiled softly.

"Yes, Hirgis...... You're so early...... Ha Lu Ha ......" Imoles stepped forward and laughed dryly. "Let's go to the city tomorrow, it's been a long time since I've had time to walk around with you. ”

"Imoles......" Hirgis's voice was still as clear as a maiden.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm willing to join that ceremony. ”

With a gentle word, Imoles instantly felt as if he had been struck by thunder, not only his body, but also his facial muscles, mouth and tongue stiffened.

"You...... You...... Say...... What ......"

"I am willing to perform the ceremony of eternal life with you. Hirgis cupped Imoles' cheeks with both hands, her serene, emerald green pupils softly catching Imoles' dodging gaze. "The Queen Mother told me a few years ago, and I saw you go to the High Priest. ”

"No...... No...... You can't participate in ......" Imoles shook off Hirgis's hand and shook his head desperately.

"Imoles ......"

"No, I can't, I don't!, absolutely not!" Imoles roared, now like an angry lion, defending his last hope to the death.

"Imoles, listen to me. Hilgis leaned forward, clasped his cheeks again with both hands, and pressed her forehead against his, eyes meeting as close as they could.

"No...... No, really not!" Imeles kept trying to shake his head, his eyes quickly turning red.

"Imoles, have you forgotten your duty? have you forgotten your oath?" Hilgis raised his voice, muffling Imoles' voice.

"No! no......! For what will be you! for what will be you!"

"Imolas, you are the king, you are the king of all Briggs, and I, Hirgis are your queen, you have your duty, I have my destiny, this is our path, and our destiny ......"

Hilgis kissed Imoles, who was slightly stunned and then hugged her tightly.

There was a salty sensation on his lips, it was his own tears, and there were also Hirgist's tears......

Mutombo, who had been quiet, gently hugged the two of them with arms made of branches, as if hugging the two of them, the face of the tree was closed, and a murky droplet of water slowly rolled down the tree...... (To be continued......)

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I wrote this chapter with tears in my eyes, and I don't know how effective it is, but I hope you enjoy it