The Lord Of Blood Hill Chapter 597: The Old King

In Holy Lake City, King Semson seems to age more than ten years overnight.

Although he is already in his sixties, his own strength as a Battle Knight once made him look more like a vigorous man in his early forties.

But now?

King Semson gives people the feeling of a man sinking into old age. It is clear how heavily the war of the past few days has struck the king.

After dealing with his panicked ministers, Semson summons the eldest prince that night to discuss matters.

"Dilio, what do you think we should do next?"

Faced with his father's question, the eldest prince knows the king is considering handing over power. This is a test of his ability.

Suppressing the excitent in his heart, Dilio thinks carefully for a while before answering, "There are two paths."

"First, we seek help from the Western Federation."

"Their army has always been on standby. As long as we give up a little power, they can support us imdiately."

"And once the Western Federation sends troops, I think every side will have to be extrely wary. At worst, the current situation can be maintained."

"None of them will dare to occupy our territory rashly again. What we need now is a chance to breathe."

Here, Dilio pauses for a mont. "As for the second path, we should ask Ika Kingdom for aid. This is also the main inclination of the various dostic factions."

"After all, the two countries have been allies for many years. There are many marriages between the upper circles of both countries, and even more ties of interest."

"If we have to beco dependent on one country, everyone is more willing to accept Ika Kingdom."

"As long as Ika Kingdom sends troops, I believe Ogiro Kingdom will also stop after taking enough gains. They will not continue expanding the results of the war."

After giving his analysis, the eldest prince cannot help observing King Semson's expression, trying to find so judgnt of his answer there.

King Semson is silent for a while before revealing a smile. "Dilio, your analysis is very good."

"You also understand now that because of this defeat in war, no matter how this finally ends, it will be difficult for to remain on the throne."

"And you will beco my successor. Do your work well."

"In the future, think more, consider matters thoroughly, and rember that balance matters..."

Semson speaks at length before finally sighing. "I am sorry, my son. I am leaving you such a vast ss. You will have to work hard in the future."

Dilio freezes for a mont. Moved, he imdiately tries to comfort him. "Father, there will still be many matters in which I need to seek your guidance."

"Your experience is what I lack. We must work hard to help Lumir survive this crisis. We can certainly do it!"

Semson nods lightly. "I believe you can. Go."

"Begin arranging these two paths now and see which side offers better conditions."

"Rember, do not make a decision rashly, and do not act from emotion."

"In the future, you will be king and hold the entire country in your hands."

"You have no friends, and you have no enemies. You have only the interests of the country."

After saying this, Semson pats his shoulder, then walks into the palace with rather unsteady steps.

Looking at his father's exhausted back, so of the excitent in Dilio's heart disperses.

He quickly steps forward, trying to support King Semson.

But Semson waves him away. "I can still walk. Right now, I must stabilize the situation and stabilize people's hearts. A king who needs support to walk will make every faction in the country think too much."

"My child, go back. From this mont onward, you must shoulder the responsibility of the country. The glory of the Jorkson family now rests on you."

After the eldest prince leaves, King Semson walks step by step to the throne. He lingers there for a while, then finally sits down.

He sits there until deep into the night. By then, other than candlelight, all servants and maids have been driven out of the hall.

Everyone understands that the king has reached the end of his road. At this mont, he needs quiet.

No one knows how long passes before Semson finally raises his head.

The exhaustion on his face and the helplessness in his eyes have vanished completely.

Semson frowns at the palace entrance and says in a distant voice, "What is Dilio doing now?"

A mont later, a deep and hoarse voice appears inside the palace. "The eldest prince has already dismissed the nobles who supported his seizure of power."

"Now His Highness is discussing with his advisers how to make concessions to the Western Federation and the king of Ika."

Semson tilts his head back and leans back against the throne, looking at the dark blue ceiling. "Why does he still not understand?"

"I have already reminded him. A king has no friends and no enemies. Why can't he understand that?"

"Octopus, do you think he really is that stupid?"

"He does not understand that one cannot beco king through compromise!"

"And he is still so indecisive?"

"If he had returned tonight, turned around, and led troops into the palace, I would have considered him bold enough. What harm would there be in handing the throne to him then?"

"But now! He actually wants to surrender?!"

"Does he know what that result truly ans for a king?"

After a long while, the voice says, "The eldest prince is still young, after all."

"He is not young! He is stupid! He is shortsighted! If Lumir is handed to him, the kingdom will fall!"

Semson's hair and beard flare his roar echoing through the palace, like an enraged lion.

At this mont, Semson no longer has the decline and aging he showed during the day. The pressure that belongs to a ruler even makes the hidden professional feel alard.

After a while, Semson regains his mood and says to Octopus, "Go! Find Obilian! Find him in secret! Bring him here quietly!"

Octopus does not reply, and that is the best answer.

Two nights later, Obilian is at ho studying Lumir's war situation now when he lets out a long sigh.

He does not understand how his country has reached such a dangerous state.

Is all of this Henwell's doing?

Of course not.

Obilian is very clear that Henwell did indeed make a plan to divert trouble eastward.

But Lumir's current situation is caused both by the shortsightedness of the factions within the country and by the greed of the surrounding countries.

Henwell rely pushed it along. The root cause is not with him.

Even without Peace Haven, given enough ti, so other force would have brought about the sa dreadful situation.

Obilian wants to change sothing, but he currently has only two legions in his hands. Even if he persuades so of those who have attached themselves to him, he can gather at most four legions.

So little military strength is nowhere near enough to change the situation.

Just as Obilian is sighing, a figure suddenly appears before his desk.

"Your Highness, what do you think of the current situation? Do you have any way to save it?"

Obilian abruptly raises his head. Seeing the hooded man who has suddenly appeared before him, he instinctively retreats and reaches for the sword at his waist.

But his hand closes on empty air. Only then does he rember that his sword has already been placed on the weapon rack.

Even so, he still makes the correct response. He kicks the underside of the desk.

As the heavy desk flies up and smashes toward the intruder, Obilian rolls aside to avoid any possible attack, grabs a chair, throws it behind him, and then rushes straight toward the weapon rack.