Give Me the Name of God

On the third day of the new year, the king issued an order requiring every family in the Romulu Kingdom to worship the statue of the Lord of the Gods, and to use twenty cows, twenty sheep and twenty no more than ten animals. Five-year-old slaves were sacrificed to the Lord of the Gods to pray for their king's long and healthy life.

As soon as the decree came out, the royal capital was shocked. The minister of state persuaded the king: "Your Majesty, no one will carry out such an order. Doing so will only attract the hatred of the people."

"Why do you hate me? I am their king! Without me, where would they be?"

The Minister of State patiently explained: “No one dares to erect an idol of the Lord of Gods in his home.”

"Why don't you dare? This is the king's order! It is their obligation to obey the king's order!"

"Even if they dare, they can't offer so many sacrifices!"

"Why can't you get it out? Are twenty cows, twenty sheep, and twenty slaves a lot?"

The Minister of State sighed: "Your people are not as rich as you think."

"That's because they're too lazy! I'm just too tolerant of them!" The king sat up from the bed angrily. His physical condition seemed to have recovered a little. "Just these sacrifices can't impress the gods at all. Lord, I just asked them to come up with this little thing. How dare they complain so much?

Without me, they can't live at all. They will all fall into hell and suffer. Without me, the Romulu Congress will collapse and become a ruin with no vegetation! "

The Minister of State looked at the king helplessly. He really wanted to escape from the royal capital. He didn't want to look at this lunatic one more time, but he still had important things to do.

The Minister of State was trying to appease the king when he suddenly saw a waiter coming to report: "Your Majesty, the Archbishop wishes to see you."

As soon as he heard the archbishop, the king instantly became weak. He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, shrank back to the bed, and kept shaking his head: "I don't want to see him. Tell him that I feel very uncomfortable and don't want to see anyone..."

Before he finished speaking, Bucken had already barged in.

This was not the first time that he broke into the king's palace directly. The guards did not dare to stop him. The so-called communication was simply unnecessary for him.

"Your Majesty, I heard that someone wants to sacrifice a false god and offer expensive sacrifices?" Bucken strode to the king's bedside.

The king quickly turned around, turned his back to Bucken and said, "How could such a thing happen?"

"Really, then who gave this order?"

Bucken took out the document. The king couldn't help but tremble, and he didn't even dare to look back.

Seeing that the king didn't speak, Bucken spit on the document, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it on the ground.

"Immediately retract this stupid order. I will pretend that nothing happened."

The king did not dare to say no. Although the Minister of State disliked Bucken, this time, Bucken's behavior made the Secretary of State feel even more happy.

But what happened next was not so pleasant. Bucken took out two more documents and asked the king to stamp them.

One document declared that all lords, large and small, in the southwest region were traitors and were directly sentenced to death.

Another document is to appoint the third prince Rayas as the crown prince, and to complete the succession within the first month of the new year.

"Succession?" The king finally turned his face and looked at Buck and said, "I'm still alive!"

"You are still alive, but who knows how long you can live. This is also for the sake of the kingdom. Romulu needs a young and strong monarch."

"I, I will not issue such an order!" The king gasped, "Even the Pope can't force me!"

It was rare that the king said something with some integrity, but Bucken laughed it off.

"Your Majesty the King, you have committed too many serious crimes. If the Pope had not been so merciful to you, you would have been judged by the Lord long ago."

The tone of this sentence was very strange. It didn't sound loud, but it was so penetrating that the king's heart seemed to be shattered.

It was Bucken's singing skill. The king was breathing hard. As long as Bucken continued to use the skill, the king would probably die on the spot.

Bucken was indeed a little anxious. He didn't want to wait any longer. He had made a major mistake in the southwest, and he urgently needed a feat to save some face in front of the Pope.

Let the king of Romulu become a divine punisher. This meritorious service should be enough to save everything. His voice became deeper and deeper, and he was about to give the king a fatal blow when he suddenly heard the minister of state say from the side: "Archbishop, the succession to the throne It doesn’t seem like it’s your place to interfere.”

Bucken was stunned. Because he usually looked down upon the Minister of State too much, he had almost ignored his existence just now.

He was able to withstand his own singing skills, and it seemed very easy. This surprised Bucken. He really didn't expect this weak man to have such strength.

"I repeat, everything I do is for the Kingdom."

"I believe in your loyalty to the kingdom. Leave the document here. I think His Majesty will make the right decision."

Bucken raised his eyebrows. Since returning to the capital, no one dared to disobey his ideas.

In the past, he would have given the Minister of State a lesson, and might even have killed him in front of the king.

But today's situation was a bit special. Bucken felt a long-lost sense of oppression, which was somewhat similar to Howitt's in the past.

He stared at the Minister of State for a long time. There was always a modest smile on the Minister of State's face.

In the end, Bucken chose to give up. Based on the chant just now, he firmly believed that the king could not hold on for long, maybe only two or three days.

No matter how impatient he was, he could still wait for two or three days. Bucken gave a symbolic salute to the king, turned around and left the palace.

The king was still trembling, covering his chest and said: "He, he wants to kill me. He wants Reas to usurp my throne. Call Longesen and ask him to kill Bucken and kill Reas together." , I don’t need this disloyal son!”

The Minister of State gently stroked the king's forehead and used his skills to slowly calm down the king.

"Don't worry, Rheas is a good boy, and your second prince Ticas is also a good boy, and your eldest son, Nealos, although he often quarrels with you, he still respects you in his heart. , do you still remember what he looked like when he was born..."

The Minister of State chatted with the king for a whole afternoon, until the king gradually fell asleep.

Not only did the king fall asleep, but the guards in the palace were also in a trance. They stood there numbly, half asleep, as if they had lost consciousness of everything around them.

The Minister of State helped the king lie down flat, but found that there were several locks of hair and a large piece of skin in his hands.

The king's skin and hair are falling off and his time is running out.

While covering the king with a blanket, the Minister of State deftly obtained the seal from under the king's pillow. Usually this seal is locked in the meeting hall. The king knows that his health is not good, so he keeps the seal with him these days.

He took out three already written edicts from his sleeves, stamped them with the king's seal, and then put the seals back in their original places.

After all this was done, the Minister of State quietly left the palace, came to the captain of the guard, and handed him an edict.

"The king issued an edict to confer the third prince Reias as the crown prince, and immediately told the queen the news."

The chief guard was shocked, took the edict and ran away.

The Minister of State left the palace, found the Minister of Internal Affairs who was on duty at the palace, and handed him another edict: "The King wants to designate the eldest prince Nealos as the heir apparent!"

The Minister of the Interior said with a look of astonishment: "Yes, but the king thinks, he wants..."

"Although he prefers the third prince, the eldest son is the legal heir to the throne."

The Minister of the Interior's hands were shaking, and he was a little excited.

The excitement was inevitable, since the eldest son, Nealos, was his grandson.

He read the document twice, his gray beard stained with tears.