honor me as god

Chapter 786
At the main gate of the king's city, Bolton was leading a group of people into the city. When he approached the huge wall of the king's city, he heard a dragon chant from a distance, and saw a crimson dragon flying towards the distant sky.

"Lorna?" Bolton quickly recognized that it was Fei Ye, and he didn't know where Lorna was going with it.

Bolton shook his head and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, there are more important things now.

Since the New Year's feast, he has devoted himself to the northern frontier defense, responsible for supervising the reconstruction of the frozen fortress, and leading the personal guards on regular patrols to eliminate the remnants of the Six Kings who are stranded in the territory.

However, not long ago, Bolton suddenly received an order to change defenses, and it was a royal order personally issued by Perseus, asking him to lead the bodyguards back to the royal city, and the patrolling of the northern border was under the jurisdiction of the Lengliegu garrison.

Bolton was very puzzled by this royal decree. At the beginning of the year, Perseus ordered the personal guards to garrison the northern border. The soldiers had just gotten familiar with the environment, and now they suddenly called everyone back. What is this for?

Since it was the king's order, Bolton could not disobey it, so he could only lead the legion back to the king's city all night long, and was going to ask Perseus to clarify in person.

Bolton settled his men and horses, and it was already late at night when he entered the palace. He was stopped by the imperial guards just as he entered the main entrance. The other party said: "Your Highness, please go to the meeting room of the main hall. His Majesty the King is waiting for you."

Bolton didn't realize the subtleties, and said frankly: "It's very late now, the father has worked hard on state affairs for a day, let him rest early. I will get up early tomorrow to find him, and I will talk to him when I have anything to do."

Just as he was about to leave, the imperial guards directly stopped him with their hands, and repeated blankly: "Please go to the meeting room of the main hall, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

Only then did he realize that there was an abnormality. There were many more guards around the palace, and a small half of them were new faces that he had never seen before, and they seemed to have been promoted recently.

The strange atmosphere made him a little dignified, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he went to the meeting room of the main hall honestly.

Candle lamps were lit in the conference room, and Perseus sat quietly in the dim candlelight, flipping through an album in his hand, and there was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the table.

"Father?" Bolton called softly.

Perseus looked up and said with a smile, "Oh, come on, sit down quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Seeing Perseus's kind expression, Bolton guessed that it wasn't a big deal, maybe just wanting to catch up with his son after a few months away, so he was slightly relieved, and sat down at the seat next to him.

Perseus took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Bolton and said, "Come on, my father toasts you. For so long, you have worked so hard to guard the frontier for my father and fight in all directions."

Bolton was flattered, and hurried to catch the cup: "What are you saying, Father? It is right to share your worries, how can you bear the word hard?"

Perseus smiled, and continued flipping through the picture album in his hand: "I haven't read this thing for a long time, and now I take it out and turn it page by page, I'm really moved."

Bolton looked over and smiled immediately. Perseus used to like to find a painter to paint and record his life. Now the contents of the album are all the scenes of the father and son when they were young.

From just being born and sleeping in the swaddle, to learning to walk for the first time, to learning how monkeys climb trees in childhood, crying when the cake fell on the ground, and learning how adults wear military uniforms and wield knives and sticks, every picture records It is the bits and pieces of Burton's growth process.

Perseus pointed to the scenes in the picture book, talked and laughed with Bolton, and told him the stories of those old days.

Bolton was too young at the time to remember some things, and his eyes were full of curiosity when he listened.

There are also some things that Bolton still remembers. Whenever he mentioned a funny childhood story, he would slap his legs and laugh.

The two chatted while drinking, full of interest, and the meeting room was full of laughter. At this moment, it seemed that there were no kings and generals, only father and son who were related by blood.

While drinking and drinking, Perseus closed his eyes and let out a long sigh when the feeling of alcohol was getting strong. His vicissitudes of life revealed inexplicable fatigue.

Bolton asked with concern: "Father, what's the matter?"

Perseus said wistfully: "Thinking about it now, time flies so fast. You see, you were a little kid back then, but you grew taller than me in a blink of an eye. Sometimes when I stand with you, my father feels that It's stressful."

Bolton didn't understand the meaning, and smiled slightly: "I am the son of my father, why do you feel pressure when you stand with me?"

"Because your prestige is very high." Perseus opened his eyes, with a deep look hidden in his pupils, "When you were still young, I saw that you were a good candidate to be a general. Sent to the barracks. You have lived up to my expectations, you have made many military exploits, and you have countless subordinates who are loyal to you."

"I've always been proud of your achievements, but sometimes, seeing so many loyal generals behind you, one by one supporting you, and even willing to die for you, every time the father thinks about it, he can't sleep or eat."

Bolton finally understood the meaning of the words. He was so frightened that he was sober. He stood up unconsciously, his face turned green and pale: "Father, are you... are you worried about my self-respect?"

Perseus neither admitted nor denied, but silently poured another glass of wine for Bolton: "I watched you grow up, I know you are a good boy, and you will never think about it like that."

Bolton's eyes were a little red, and he said heavily: "To tell you the truth, father, you asked everyone to recommend the crown prince. I don't know what the second brother and the ninth sister think, but as far as I am concerned, I have no interest in it at all." .”

"I know what kind of person I am, and I know that I don't have the potential to become a king. You pushed me to the position of candidate in public, just to prevent gossip from the outside world. I know all of this."

"I never thought of becoming a king. I just wanted to be my general and keep everyone safe. That's enough. Whichever one of them likes to wear the crown, I don't want it for nothing!"

Perseus shook his head slightly, put his hand on Bolton's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "But in many cases, the situation is beyond your control. So many generals expect to follow you in glory, so many soldiers want to be with you The subordinates are making steady progress."

"You don't want to be a king, but all those people want you to be a king. When the time comes, they will force you to the throne. Do you have any choice?"

Bolton gritted his teeth. He had already cultivated a strong heart during his half-life as a soldier, and he rarely cried. But now that his biological father was suspicious, that kind of unwillingness, loss, and grievance flooded his mind, making him shed tears involuntarily.

Perseus got up and walked to the fireplace, with his back turned to Bolton, and a dull voice came slowly: "My child, you have been fighting outside for so long, it's time to go home and rest. Read books at home, play chess, and spend more time with you." Isn't it better to live a stable life with your mother than to run around?"

"When the situation stabilizes, I'll help you find a noble lady who is well-matched. You give birth to a big fat boy early and let the father be the grandfather. Then I will have no regrets."

(End of this chapter)