The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Before Camillo had time to figure out the situation, Yue Simona chanted a sleeping spell to make him fall asleep, and then she quickly helped Camillo cover the quilt, and rushed out of the bedroom pretending to be panicked:

"It's not good! Wang fainted!"

Clang——The teapot in the maid's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Amedeo took a step backwards. He tremblingly grasped the door frame. He didn't use Reiatsu, but he pulled out obvious cracks on the gold edge of the door frame.

He ordered sharply: "Take Yuesemona to me in the prison and interrogate her severely!"

This incident shocked the entire court. Kiriya immediately led a group of medical women to the bedroom in a hurry. A large number of people came in and out, diagnosing and decocting medicine in a hurry. Countless rare medicinal materials were transported into the palace, and officials from all sides also came. greeting.

An atmosphere of worry filled the entire capital, and the church was crowded with praying crowds every day, praying for the king.

Maybe it was the prayer that helped. Two days later, Camillo miraculously recovered, but this didn't seem to be a good thing, because... His Majesty seems to have lost his memory.

"Ridiculous diagnosis, I don't have amnesia!!!"

Camillo angrily dropped the soup brought by the nurse, ignored the obstruction of several maids, lifted the blanket and walked straight to the balcony.

"Where's Roger? Where's Sobika... What's going on with the war?"

He asked a bunch of questions very seriously, but when he was about to open the curtain, his hands froze in the air.

- When did the curtains get replaced with tan?

Turning around and looking, the vase on the table has also been replaced, and there are many books he has never seen before on the bookshelf. The sofa is still the original wine red leather sofa, but it is obviously... old.

He walked through this familiar yet unfamiliar room. The maids and servants knelt down on the ground, and the two medical girls followed behind him at a loss: "Wang, please add some clothes, be careful of catching a cold."

He said impatiently, "I'm not cold."

"But you have just recovered from a serious illness, and the Master of the National Teacher told you to take care of yourself, not to mention the autumn weather is getting colder..."

Camillo's world fell into a moment of busyness, and he didn't listen to the next words. He just kept repeating the words just now in his mind-Kilia became the national teacher?

Who issued the letter of appointment, and who sat on the throne and issued a series of instructions?Changed the furnishings in his house without authorization, and changed the position in the palace. According to the doctor, Jeremy is now the commander of the capital guard.

Camelot paused and asked, "Where did the original commander go?"

"Returning to His Majesty, the lord has retired and returned to his hometown three years ago, and it is your approval."

"Three years ago..." Camillo was silent for a while, "Then what year is it now?"

The nurse replied respectfully, "You have been in office for more than 50 years since the Civil War."

Camillo's eyes fell on an unfinished document on the table, unable to calm down for a long time—it was his own handwriting.

"..." His eyebrows moved slightly, and the room fell into an oppressive silence.

The two medical girls thought they had said something wrong, and quickly knelt down. At this moment, they heard a faint voice coming from behind:

"You all go back first."

Amedeo stood at the door with a complex expression on his face. From this angle, the back of the other party was no different from that person... He moved his lips, but the name Camillo seemed to be frozen in his throat. Can't pronounce that syllable.

Camillo turned his head and saw him, and his indifferent and violent temperament was suddenly appeased, like some kind of subconscious instinct, and a slight smile appeared in his dark pupils.

"Mei, it's you! I can't figure out what's going on. They said I lost my memory. What did I forget? All I remember is that you were seriously injured by Roger. Is the wound still serious..."

It wasn't until Camillo walked in front of him that Amedeo recovered from his daze. He closed his eyes and said softly, "It's okay. It's been so many years, and the wound has healed."

Camillo froze for a moment: "Has it really been 50 years?"

He took a step back, looked blankly at the furnishings in the house, his facial muscles twitched, and suddenly a red light flashed in his eyes, which instantly turned into a ferocious beast: "How is it possible! I just slept, why have 50 years passed by?" !!"

Camillo tore off the collection of poems from the bookshelf, threw them all on the ground, threw the vase on the ground, and yelled frantically, "Burn it! Burn it all!"

Amedeo walked over without saying a word, and picked up a hardcover book from the porcelain fragments. This is a collection of poems excerpted by Camillo in the past 50 years. On the title page is written a sentence: Beautiful things are always worth waiting .

Camillo's handwriting is beautiful, handsome and gentle. After stroking the words on it, it seems that he can still feel the temperature of the other's fingers.

He suddenly smiled, and said softly: "I can tell you about the past slowly. Kiria also said that this is good for your condition. Don't worry, I will remember it later."

Amedeo pulled Camillo to sit down, helped him put on his coat, poured another glass of warm water and handed it to him, "Your voice is a bit hoarse, are you thirsty?"

Camillo was slightly stunned, the red light in his eyes faded, and he regained his composure: "...you seem to have changed a little bit."

"Where has it changed?"

"I always feel... Forget it, I can't say it."

Amedeo smiled lightly: "Don't think about it, take care of yourself first, and tell me if you remember anything else."

According to the principle of soul exchange, the soul of the main body should go to the future to spend 50 years and bring back some memories.

But Camillo shook his head and said: "I don't remember, it feels like I fell asleep. It may be that I have been in a coma for too long and my brain has been broken, resulting in temporary amnesia."

Camillo didn't think too much, and then chatted with Amedeo for a while, and the two had dinner together again, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

Perhaps because of recovering from a serious illness, Camillo's temperament has always been unstable, sometimes ferocious, sometimes gentle, and others have to be careful in serving him. Even Kylia has restrained her carefree temper, and she will use words and sentences carefully. Afraid of irritating him.

Camillo also kept checking the historical records and previously approved documents, trying to retrieve some memories, and his mood gradually stabilized.

But one day, when he walked into the study, he only saw a document prominently placed at the top—Yuesemona was suspected of regicide, had been pushed into the dungeon by the capital guards, and was executed three days later.

This incident thoroughly enraged Camillo, who immediately let out a violent roar: "Let the cabinet elders come see me!"

In fact, if General Joseph hadn't personally led the troops back to the capital and confronted the capital guards by force, Yuesemona would have been executed now.

"Fuck your mother's kingkiller, my lord is loyal to the king, and he will execute her just because of a word from the demon god. Is there really no law for the king?!"

Joseph broke into the dungeon with his men. Although the city guards didn't dare to do anything to the general, the commander didn't need to give him this face.

Jeremy stood at the last pass of the dungeon, his armor glowing with icy cold light, and the long sword in his hand was stuck straight into the floor tiles, "Your Excellency, I will give you one last chance, do you still want to go on?"

Joseph stared at the young junior without showing any weakness, and shouted loudly: "What's the matter! I just came to deliver a quilt, and Yuesemona is also a dignified city lord. This dungeon is cold and humid, so don't let it Can't people visit?"

"Recidivist in the palace, how can you wait to meet at will!"

Joseph sneered: "Oh, a repeat offender—? What did she do? She said that she conspired to kill the king, but the king is now in good health, so why should I blame my lord!"

One is the general guarding the border, and the other is the commander of the capital guard. Both sides hold the military power in their hands. Neither is a fuel-efficient lamp. The situation is already tense.

At this time, the cabinet elder hurriedly ran down the stairs, panting and shouting:

"My king has an order to pardon Yuesemona, the guilty minister."

Before that, Camillo lost his temper with Amedeo.

He rushed to Amedeo's palace and threw the verdict in front of him with his own hands: "How do you explain this! Theocracy is not allowed to participate in politics, but you ordered the execution of my subordinates, why on earth!"

Amedeo sat on the chair, glanced at the document calmly, and said truthfully: "She was the last person you saw before you fell into a coma and lost your memory, and then you suddenly fell into a coma, and the suspicion is difficult to clear."

"She is innocent! I remember she came to see me. Mona didn't do anything to me. Why did you kill her before you found out the truth?"

"I'm just doing it for your own good," Amedeo raised his head and stared at him calmly, "I'd rather kill by mistake than let someone around you with plotters."

"Enough, I am the one on the throne!"

Camillo tore the verdict in two. He stared at Amedeo condescendingly. His sharp eyes seemed to see through him, but he was so helpless behind him like a beast that had lost its claws.

"I always feel that the way you look at me seems to be looking at another person."

"You think too much." Amedeo said softly. After a long time, he lowered his eyes, glanced at the book of handwritten poems on the table, got up and left the seat.

"Ka, you are tired, pay attention to rest more."

Yuesemona was finally released from the dungeon. When she came out of the cell, except that her clothes were a little dirty, her expression was still calm and calm.

"You have suffered."

Joseph knelt down on one knee to his officer, and presented the red leather box, which he had snatched from the capital guard, and the corners of the box were worn white.

Yuesemona took the suitcase, confirmed that the lock was still intact, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.She has kept this suitcase in hiding for 30 years, and the day to unlock it has finally come. She must let the dark god know the secret that has been hidden in the court for thousands of years!

She walked into the hall with her suitcase, and Camillo received her in the reception room, which was exactly the same as the place where she saw her off, but the man sitting there had changed his soul.

Yuesemona walked in and bowed to Camelot, before Camelot could speak, she opened the red leather case with two clicks, and took out a stack of yellowed papers from it.

"My lord, you allowed me to leave the demon world 50 years ago. I entered the territory of Seville, the kingdom of God, several times, and obtained a ciphertext from Roger's hand from the translation hall."

Camillo checked the historical data and was not surprised that she left the Demon Realm, but when he heard Roger's name, his expression changed slightly: "Roger also went to the Kingdom of God?"

"Yes, he intended to decipher this ciphertext, and later stayed in Seville for the remaining pages of the Book of Shadows."

"Where did you get the ciphertext?"

Yue Simona said solemnly: "I vaguely heard something in the translation hall. It was obtained from a wizard relic, but this text has nothing to do with the witch clan, but the court of God..."

Suddenly, with a bang, the door was knocked open from the outside, and a small figure rushed in, straight into Camillo's arms.

"Father! I'm back from Grelinburg, I miss you so much."

The author has something to say: I am really embarrassed to meet you after such a long time, and the favorites and clicks have dropped a lot, which makes me flustered.I originally wanted to post an announcement on Weibo, but I was afraid that most people would not see it, so I still wanted to write it in the author's words of the new chapter, and it dragged on for several days.

rest assured!The author, I am not seriously ill, I just have a cold, fever, cough + other diseases squeezed together, I take medicine for three meals a day, my mother does not let me touch the computer, so this chapter is all typed on the mobile phone, so The speed is very slow...QAQ

The body is more important than money. I still understand this truth. After all, one month’s manuscript fee will be gone once you go to the hospital. . .In the future, I will need a long period of time to cultivate, and I will not be able to use the computer for a long time, but I insist!hold!I don’t want to stop updating, so the update frequency may be reduced to 1-3 times a week

I also thank you for your concern. Finally, I hope that the follow-up visit in a few months will be healthy, and the little angels will not leave me, that's it!