To Four Thousand Years Later

Bathsheba went into David's bedroom. There was no one here, only a virgin who looked only eight or nine years old stood aside and fanned King David.

This virgin was a handmaiden recruited from the city of Shunem (Shunem), far north of Jerusalem, and her name was Abishag.

King David was old, and he couldn't feel warm even with a quilt, and his whole body was numb. Abishag supported and served the king, and slept in King David's arms to keep him warm.

But what surprised King David's servants was that their king never got close to this extremely beautiful virgin even once.

Bathsheba came in and nodded to Abishag, and Abishag obediently stepped back and stood at the edge of the room. Immediately, Bathsheba knelt on the ground, prostrated herself in front of King David's hospital bed, and rubbed King David's left arm with her neck.

"Long live my king."

she murmured softly.

King David slowly narrowed his eyes, the gray pupils inside were lifeless.

"...what's the matter with you?"

He moved his head to Abishag little by little, and asked in an old, hoarse but gentle voice, "What do you want, my Bathsheba?"

"My king..."

Bathsheba said in a low voice, "You once promised me that Solomon would succeed you as king..."

"Yes, I swear to God."

David whispered in a weak voice.

He raised the fingers of his left hand with difficulty, and Bathsheba lowered his head, holding David's cold left hand between his hands, breathing lightly to warm it up.

After a while, she whispered with some resentment: "However, today your son, Adonijah, will be anointed as the king of Israel."

King David frowned instantly.

He struggled to prop up his upper body from the bed, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You said...what? Who ordered...who is supporting him?"

"There is an army behind him, my king."

Bathsheba looked into King David's eyes and sighed, "There are still many priests."

"...Joab?"

King David pondered for a moment and guessed a name.

Bathsheba nodded, "Yes, that's him."

David took a deep breath and slowly lay back his body. His complexion seemed to grow older.

"Joab... Joab him, be faithful to me for thirty years."

David murmured in a low voice, his lips trembling: "He..."

"Father!"

Solomon came in from the door at this time, glanced around inconspicuously, and found two dark green names as expected.

— David, sixty-nine years old.

—Baimon, eight years old.

But Solomon said nothing.

As soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly knelt down before King David's bed, bowed his head and said softly in a sad voice: "My king, my father... You really promised Adonijah, 'You will succeed me as king, Sit in my seat'?"

Solomon sized up King David—his titular father, last ruler of Israel and Judah.

I saw his face was extremely old. That level of aging is by no means what an old man who is less than seventy years old should have, but rather the feeling that an old man who is close to a hundred years old has.

His face was lined and the sockets of his eyes sunken. However, traces of David's sharp facial features can still be captured.

"Who did you hear that from, Solomon?"

David squinted his eyes hard, and said solemnly: "I promised your mother that my throne will be inherited by you. Nathan is the witness."

"Adonijah said it. He said, You want Israel to have a braver king, and Joab also testifies to him. If so... tell all the people of Israel who will sit after you Your place—if not, someone will support me from among the people and turn against Adonijah king of Israel, and Israel will be divided from it..."

Solomon said in a soft and low voice: "In that case, my mother and I will be sinners who usurped the throne."

"Exactly, Your Majesty—"

Before Solomon finished speaking, the prophet Nathan hurried into the house.

"Take the bill!"

King David's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly waved to Nathan the Prophet: "Come here... What happened?"

"My king, Adonijah is king today!" He said nervously, "He asked the priest Abiathar to anoint him... Today Adonijah slaughtered a lot of cattle and sheep, and invited your people His son, Joab the commander, and all the subjects of Jerusalem dined at the altar of the Rock of Zohile."

The prophet Nathan sighed, and said in a low voice, "They ate and drank well before Adonijah, shouting loudly, 'Long live King Adonijah'. But only I, the priest Zadok, and Jehoiada Your son Benaiah and your son Solomon did not invite you. My king, when did you change your will without notifying your loyal servant Nathan..." "Yes, my king."

Bathsheba continued, "Now the eyes of all Israel are looking up at you. Everyone is waiting for you to tell me who is the king of Israel..."

"-I'm the king!"

King David was instantly furious, and his eyes widened with anger.

As soon as his words fell, the old body lying in front of the couch, which was extremely old and weak, was immediately filled with a very strong sense of existence.

The old king clenched his fists tightly, his chest was beating like a bellows, and vague words rolled in his throat: "My will will never change. Bathsheba, I swear to you by God, your son Solomon will succeed me as king...I will do so today!"

He raised his upper body in some pain, and asked Solomon, "Solomon... Is Zadok still faithful?"

Solomon nodded quickly: "Yes, there are still many priests. There are also guards in the royal city."

"it is good…"

Trembling, King David took a ring from himself and put it in Solomon's hand: "Take it... let Nathan and Zadok, Benaiah son of Jehoiada, and other faithful priests and The inner guards of Wangcheng will **** you to Gixon City. You go to my pen and ride my donkey there—don’t ride a horse, ride my donkey! Remember it!”

"Yes, I made a note."

Solomon nodded and agreed solemnly.

David took a deep breath in satisfaction: "Let Zadok anoint you to be the king of Israel...this is my wish. Also, Solomon...Although Abiathar anointed the rebellious minister as king, he lifted up the throne in front of me. Pass the ark of the Lord, you cannot kill him in the land of Israel... and Joab."

Having said that, David took a deep breath.

He sighed in a low voice full of guilt and repentance: "He conspired with me to murder. I am not afraid to tell you, Solomon. You have grown up... Your mother Bathsheba, her former husband Uriah, is Joab killed it for me. He took the blame for me, and I swear he won't die as long as I live—"

David stretched out his hand and tightly grasped Solomon's hand and the ring in Solomon's hand: "Solomon...I beg you, don't kill these two people first."

"I swear that I will obey all the oaths that you, my father, the king, have sworn."

Solomon said solemnly.

"Good boy...you will be the future hope of Israel."

King David said in a low voice: "No matter what, you must not die."

Relieved, he slowly let go of Solomon's hand and lay down again.

The moment he closed his eyes again, the dazzling presence that seemed to be shining on King David's body disappeared instantly like an illusion. Even his appearance has aged a bit again.

Solomon bowed his head deeply and exited King David's tent together with the prophets Nathan and Bathsheba.

Afterwards, he slowly spread his palms at the door and looked at the ring in the center.

A blue light curtain appeared in front of his eyes:

【David's Seal Ring (Only)】

【Wonderful Item】

[When worn: get the attention of the demon god]

Ok? This effect...

Solomon was slightly taken aback, and glanced at the virgin Abishag who was wearing the "Baimon" business card.

...Alright, it seems that King David himself still has a lot of clues in his heart.