I Like This Dream!

Richard II was lying on his big bed, covered with precious and gorgeous brocade quilts as before, and lying on soft pillows that took the painstaking efforts of many superpowers to make, but there was no more flowing love on his bed.

Your Majesty, the King, is paralyzed.

His once strong hands and feet lost their strength, and he could only lie on the bed limply, unable to even turn over on his own. His eyes became blurred, and nothing could be seen on the same side of both eyes, only black holes. When he first woke up to his situation, Richard II screamed in shock and rage, but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like a piece of pudding. He couldn't utter a word, he could only roar like a wild animal.

The royal healer was called, but to the king's dismay, the cure did not restore him to health. He angrily ordered to chop off the heads of these people, but Ford, the jester who understood his thoughts best, did not show up at all, and neither did the person with the ability to read minds. Queen Eve stuck to his side submissively, pretending to listen to his whining for a while, and said: "Ah, do you want to find a doctor? This...I understand, Your Majesty."

The healer left and was replaced by a doctor. He was an out-and-out omega. If Richard II could still move, he would spit in the faces of two ignorant omegas. The way the doctor looked at him made him feel an inexplicable chill running down his spine. The wizard took out his small box, which contained densely packed needles.

The king's complexion softened after the treatment, and many people praised the doctor's medicine for curing the disease. Only Richard II himself could express his suffering. The needle inserted into his scalp gave him a splitting headache, but he could no longer show any anger, and his face became paralyzed.

Richard II used the most vicious curse in his heart to greet this damn wizard and his vicious wife, that bitch who invited the devil to murder her husband! She deserves to have her guts ripped open! Burned and beaten in hell! After the king cursed them, he began to desperately hope that his courtiers could see through the true colors of these two shameless omegas. He thought, how could the queen settle the affairs of Armenan without him? The courtiers are all alphas!

o, they definitely don’t know how they are going to live their lives. Although his hateful wife used this despicable little method to make the great alpha king suffer misfortune, as long as she stood among those alphas with noble blood, she was destined to hide her face and run away. Richard II dreamed of the queen crying and asking him for help after being frustrated. When the wizard lifted the black magic, he would whip this bitch hard, deprive her of her status as queen, and strip her naked. He took off his clothes and hung him outside the city gate to let her know what a wrong choice it was to use jealousy on her husband.

Richard II relied on this fantasy to relieve his hatred for two days. Only on the third day, he mercifully changed his decision. Perhaps the queen would be saved from being hanged, the king thought, if she would immediately let the wizard lift the curse. He would simply divorce her, whip her, and parade her through the streets, if only she would immediately let the wizard lift the curse.

The king has always believed that he is the bravest alpha in all of Amenan. He also joined the army when he was young - although he was always at the rear of the army; his superpowers were enough to hunt the most powerful beasts - even though he had to do a last-ditch attack after being surrounded by servants. He certainly possesses the best qualities of an alpha, such as bravery, perseverance, and never being afraid. But Richard II found that he would rather face hordes of strange beasts than lie down any longer.

He often had headaches, nausea, difficulty swallowing, and would vomit accidentally. His excretion was uncontrollable and excrement appeared on the bed at all times. The king had enough servants to deal with the aftermath, but the filth sprayed on him was disgusting enough and dealt a major blow to the king's dignity. Neither the queen nor her lovers came to see him in the past two days, and Richard II felt angry and lucky at the same time.

On the fourth day, all the people the king had expected came.

The first person to come was the prime minister. Duke Roland, maintaining a calm attitude as always, saluted the king and began to recite the draft of the proclamation to be issued. The royal decree he drafted was as accurate and elegant as ever, and the content was organized. However, before he was halfway through the reading, Richard II's eyes widened with anger, and his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

The edict stated that the king abdicated due to illness and passed the throne to the young prince. Because the young prince was young, Queen Eve and Prime Minister Duke Roland were given the regency.

When it comes to letting the little prince who is only three years old succeed to the throne, the edict mentions the son of prophecy, which is completely the tone of the king himself. Richard II indeed said this, but he expected to pass on the throne at least a few decades later, after his death! He glared at the prime minister angrily and cursed in his heart this traitor and traitor who was collaborating with the poisonous woman. This damn, hypocritical careerist! In the past, I dared to put on the face of a loyal minister who was concerned about the country and the people! He and the queen really had an affair! This thought made the king furious. For a moment, he didn't know which one made him more angry, this hell-worthy affair or the seizure of power and throne.

As if he had read the king's thoughts, the prime minister stopped after reciting the "King's Order", raised his head, and said: "I have no oversteps towards Her Majesty the Queen, and I have no ambitions for the throne."

Only a ghost can believe it! ! Richard II's eyes were about to burst into flames.

"My reasons have been told to you before, but His Majesty never took them seriously." Roland said, "Armenan needs a wise king, not a stubborn madman. An amnesty order for all 'rebels' will be issued soon. The doctor will be declared legitimate, and the envoys to discuss the contract with Count Anna have already set off, so please don’t worry.”

It would be weird if he wasn't worried. The king's face turned red, like a kettle that was about to explode, and he kept wheezing. The Duke of Roland bowed and retired in a businesslike manner. Richard II discovered today that such a respectful and courteous behavior could also make him furious.

Soon the king discovered that the prime minister was already the most considerate person.

After the Prime Minister went out, Mrs. Cynthia walked in. Richard II's eyes lit up. He was a little panicked under the successive blows, and looked at his doting lover as if grasping a life-saving straw. Lady Cynthia had always understood the king's thoughts. The king looked at her warmly, wanting to express his meaning with his eyes and ask the other party to take him out.

Then he saw the queen appear at the door.

Queen Eve simply tied her hair up, wore the queen's fine clothes, and put on the most fashionable makeup at the moment. There was no trace of panic at all. She and the prime minister who was about to go out nodded to each other, and then walked leisurely to the king's bedside. Lady Cynthia saluted her respectfully, and the Queen nodded to her gently, without any sign of hostility between them.

how so? Richard II thought in disbelief. Didn't Lady Cynthia often complain to him that the Queen was a prude bitch? Aren't they jealous of each other? Shouldn't they be like omegas competing for the same alpha's attention, with a life-and-death hatred and a fight to the death?

Eve glanced at the shocked king and suddenly laughed.

Even with the long scars left by her husband on her face, even with her sharp and contemptuous smile, the queen still looked radiant at this moment. She changed the way she put on makeup and no longer pretended to be meek. Her eyes without restraint went straight into the king's eyes, like a warrior looking at his defeated general.

For a moment, Richard II couldn't believe that the person in front of him was his shy and virtuous wife.

"It was me who took the initiative to surrender to Lady Eve." Mrs. Cynthia said in a sweet voice.

Why? ! Richard II's eyes were splitting, and he wanted to roar at this damn omega, I love you so much! How could you? how dare you? !

"Of course it's to live a good life!" Mrs. Cynthia exaggeratedly patted her plump breasts and giggled, "Your favor may disappear at any time, and it may turn into a fatal disaster at any time. I An omega, of course, wants a stable home. Don't worry, I will take my child to my new fiefdom and find a young, handsome and strong alpha to live with. Well, there may be several. They will all be better than you in bed. Much more.”

The king's face turned the color of liver.

"Do you want to ask about the child?" Lady Cynthia deserves to be the lover who has been with Richard II the longest. She immediately understood what the other party meant. "The child is indeed yours, but after discovering how wise Lord Eve is, , a smart omega like me has no intention of letting my child wade in troubled waters. My child will never know who her father is in her whole life. The only child of Richard II is Prince John - soon to be John IV. . Look, how well I treat you? Most of your illegitimate children died because their mothers were too stupid."

After saying this, Mrs. Cynthia bowed gracefully and withdrew.

"Prince John is the first heir and the only heir." Eve said, "Thank you for getting rid of the other heirs. No old guy will jump out and become a resistance. Because you killed too much, those nobles who became frightened birds in order to prevent Long nights and many dreams, I have already taken care of your other lovers and illegitimate children."

The king made a huffing sound from his throat.

"You really made a mess of Yamonan." Eve sighed. "You slaughtered people, made enemies everywhere at inappropriate times, and made a lot of extremely stupid decisions. The only thing to be thankful for is that, thanks to you Due to my stupidity, many good people have been pushed to my side. They would rather have an omega temporarily regent than a king who goes around killing people."

She looked at the king. This alpha, who had always been headstrong, had become haggard and aged a lot in the past few days, which made her couldn't help but smile. She said: "I do hate you, but not for the reason you think. I have never resented you for looking for a lover like a stallion, because I have never regarded you as my spouse. I have never forced you to marry me. Resentment, you are just my step up. But I’m afraid you can’t think of any other reason in your mind.”

"So I won't explain it to you." Eve smiled and said, "I'm just here to tell you what will happen next. Guess what the doctor said? Your heart will have problems, and your body will bear it for years. Pain, your genitals will become infected and rot, and you will become incontinent like a real animal. It is said that your skin, especially ankles, groin and other places, will develop sores due to long-term pressure from sheets. You will You're still alive and festering bit by bit, but you won't die right away, thank the healer."

Richard II's face turned red to the extreme, and then turned white little by little as Eve described it. His face gradually became bloodless, and the eyes he stared at Eve became stern, even with a hint of pleading that he didn't realize he had.

His wife did not relent at all. The queen looked at the king indifferently and said, "You deserve it."

Those innocent people who died, and the blood that was sprayed in vain, will always be repaid to the culprit who did all this.

The nobles made all kinds of exchanges of interests, and the people who supported different factions were like crickets in a jar. They didn't have much energy left, so they had to fight first - not a single cricket found out who was provoking them to fight. Goosegrass. Queen Eve, as a chess player disguised as a chess piece, holds cards far better than others, and becomes the final winner without losing any blood in the smoke-free battlefield.

Pardons were issued, and some of the nobles who had lost their titles under Richard II's orders were rehabilitated with great fanfare to appease the aristocratic class. The reason why I say something is because Richard II's butcher knife was so sharp that many nobles really lost their entire families, and no one could come back. The queen retained the titles of these families as a permanent tribute to this "wrong misfortune". The common people felt that the queen was very kind, and the nobles felt that the queen was showing kindness to them. Only a few smart people who thought more realized something else.

There are quotas for Amenan's noble titles and seats in the House. If dead people occupy the titles, the noble class will inevitably decrease.

In this empty window that was cleared by Richard II, the living nobles have not yet figured out the impact of this policy. They are busy fighting for fiefdoms, and there are no leading nobles. They grab meat from their bodies and eat it, and they fight each other into a ball. "In order to allow the smooth issuance of government orders," Queen Eve and Duke Roland proposed a motion to establish a lower house under the number of noble members who had shrunk by nearly half.

This matter caused the nobles to think for a while in the fight. After confirming that the House of Commons was actually composed of civilians and would not be ennobled at all in the future, the nobles no longer put any resistance to this. The so-called members of the House of Commons are just representatives of some guilds and small officials working for the Queen's natal family, the Stewart family. These people are basically responsible for discussing some civilian matters that have nothing to do with the nobles, and painstakingly come up with solutions to implement them. Alas, which noble would want to get involved in such a boring, hard and tiring thing where lower class people have to do the work themselves?

The new officials who had received the new education smoothly and quietly entered the ruling department of Yamenan.

The merchants who were implicated in having their homes ransacked were all released and took back their deprived property. This made the nobles quite critical. How can you spit out something you swallowed? If the royal family doesn’t want it, can it be distributed to us heroes? However, before they knew it, it had been completed, and the notice announcing the return of the property was plastered all over Amenan in the blink of an eye, and the bards explained to the illiterate commoners - what the hell, these were severely # The beaten minstrels were like mold on a rainy day, and they were everywhere again at some point.

The nobles of Ulburg felt the public opinion offensive for the first time. The queen suddenly stood at the highest moral point and was considered an angel by many businessmen and civilians. These words made many nobles who could guess the inside story roll their eyes, thinking that this black widow was really good at pretending. There were also many people who thought they had caught on to the hobbies of the new people in power, and began to sing praises. In short, because the nobles mainly competed for the nobles' property, this order was successfully implemented in the end.

Not long after Count Anna "recuperated", the royal court and Count Anna reached a peace alliance. Hospitals were rebuilt throughout Armenam, and schools claiming to train future doctors began to be built openly. Although the Evangelical Church was still not recognized as a separate church out of consideration of not irritating the old church, the royal court recognized the legitimacy of its missionary work everywhere.

Count Anna's territory is as busy as the royal court of Ulburg. After the particularly ferocious beast tide and the great purge have passed, post-disaster reconstruction activities are being carried out everywhere. The injured are to be treated, the dead to be buried, and the bereaved to be comforted. The vacancies created by the disaster need to be filled. The doctor-hunting movement has caused great harm to both doctors and alchemists, but the training of doctors and alchemists has been on track, and the fire will not be destroyed.

New teams were sent out to tell the people who had been hidden during the Great Purge that they were now safe, and to count those who had died in the natural disaster. One team came back with the Stormtroopers, and their meeting with their old leader was accompanied by a lot of laughter, tears, and screaming, and Chris was thrown together by them and couldn't help but make a fuss all day long. Because of the plug-in for sharing God's favor, the chief knight was given wine by everyone at the welcome banquet, and he forced everyone to drink under the table. The new wine from Tibes Brewery is colorless and transparent, but one can can knock out a dozen people of ice and snow.

The Storm Rogues reverted to the Knights of the Storm, serving as patrols, scouts, and guerrillas. Chief Knight Chris is finally no longer a bare knight.

By the fall, the casualty list was brought back in full. Some of the people who were looking forward to it were crying with joy, and some were crying uncontrollably. The list was so long that it was sad. However, some places where doctors were slaughtered still had clinics open, and people who received help and guidance from doctors became new doctors.

After the new medical students graduate, they will go on to mentor these new barefoot doctors who are half-baked.

They chose early November to hold a belated memorial service for those who had buried their bones in other places. The list includes soldiers from the escort team, bards and nightingales who help people outside sneak to safe areas, and doctors who stay in dangerous areas to save people. On the day of the memorial service, the large square that had been expanded several times was filled with people, but the square was very quiet. Esther, the Patriarch of the Evangelical Church, led everyone in reciting the Vigil of Death, and then representatives from all parties took turns to stand up.

Thanks to the efforts of the alchemists in the physics team, the loudspeaker An Xu could only use for himself at the beginning could finally be used by ordinary people. The representatives stood in front of the microphone one by one, and their voices spread throughout the square and could be heard by people who could not squeeze into the square.

"My comrades were involved in a despicable war with disparity in strength, and they did what they should do." Artillery officer Ayden, the military representative, said solemnly, "I can't express any thoughts for the martyrs who died in the battle, but I want to say that despicable butcher’s knives cannot destroy heroes. Unless the hero’s heart dies, his successors will never be slaughtered.”

"I'm glad I survived. After all, no one likes to die." Troubadour representative, Myna Agent, who survived but retired due to disability, said humorously, "But, my companions, when they went I don’t regret it at all, and I don’t regret it either. I’m lucky and I’m back alive. I want to live happily for those who are unlucky. When I’m so old that I can only lie in bed, I want to talk to my grandson. My granddaughter said, your grandfather was so powerful back then, and his life was not in vain."

"I, I am an alchemist, a doctor, and now a physicist..." The doctor's representative, Alva's first apprentice, the physicist Gavin, who was personally appointed by the Queen of Thunder, said with some stumble, "Originally, I shouldn’t have spoken, but today the physics team has achieved results, so I spoke. I didn’t memorize the manuscript a bit, so I’m sorry, please forgive me!”

Colleagues who were familiar with Gavin's tendency to chatter when he was nervous silently covered their eyes.

"I studied with Mr. Alva when I was young. I was among the first batch of medical students, but I didn't learn well. When I first started taking Mr. Alva's class, I didn't dare to dissect a corpse at all. The corpse was too scary. , I’ve had nightmares for a long time.” Gavin rambled, “Everyone’s talents are different. People like me are not good at being doctors. No matter how hard they work, they can barely do it. There are also classmates who are very suitable to be doctors.” Doctors, such as Lydia and Fanny, who were top students at the time. I got to know Fanny quite well, and she was a really nice person. She cried when she saw corpses at first, and she cried when she saw other people bleeding, but later she was no longer afraid and did an autopsy. She dissects corpses more diligently than anyone else, and she said she wants to study hard so that she can treat many people..."

The people who had caused a slight commotion over Gavin's unreliable words fell silent as he spoke.

"It's the same this time. I heard that people outside were helpless against the plague. Fanny set off immediately. She was the first batch of doctors to go out. Others also advised her, saying that she only needed to stay here to teach students and let the students Just go, but she couldn't sit still. She went out, she..." Gavin sniffed and said "her" for a long time, but didn't say anything for a while.

"I just read the list, and everyone heard her name." Gavin exhaled, "Her news came back relatively early. I am very sad, and everyone who knows her is very sad. But just a few days ago, we I received a letter from a new student Fanny had taken in from outside. He said his name was Bart. Although the notes and textbooks Fanny brought with her were burned, he memorized them. He wrote a letter silently. He sent it back and said he would also become a doctor. Hey, his handwriting is quite beautiful..."

Gavin sniffed hard, wiped away tears, and his expression became serious and cheered up.

"Sorry, I can't always find the point." He said, "What I want to say is that all our efforts and all our sacrifices are not meaningless. Even if we encounter such a terrible thing, even if we encounter more misfortunes in the future disaster, as long as we persist and as long as the fire in our hearts does not go out, there will be light in this world."

Physicist Gavin raised his hands, and at his signal, the darkened square suddenly lit up.

The things wrapped around the pillars around the square are not decorations. The generator is running at full strength, providing a stable current. The filaments in the round glass balls are heated to an incandescent state, and they shine brightly at the same time.

The night in Spring City is lit up by this human light.

The author has something to say: It’s not good to write an emotional scene with a calm face, but to write an infrastructure project where you’re so excited that you’re so excited (beat it)

If there are no surprises, the next pitfall is the story of the heroine traveling into a dungeon, upgrading and raising monsters to open up a new world:

The copywriting will probably need to be revised by then, and the pit will be launched in February~

Of course, this article will not be finished this month! In the last ten days of this pit, please don’t comment too much xd