To Four Thousand Years Later

"Why don't you speak, Joab? Are you dissatisfied with my order?"

David narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his tired head to the side.

Joab's lips trembled a few times, he leaned down, and whispered in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Your order is still so merciful."

Upon hearing this, David waved his hand lightly. The two inner guards of the king's city beside Joab put his body up.

Joab was erected, and couldn't help but said, "But, king... I really don't intend to harm you."

"And what about Adonijah, Joab?"

King David narrowed his eyes and asked lazily.

Joab was silent for a moment, then changed the topic: "He is still at the rock altar of Zohile, and summoned Baal, the demon god, with the sacrifices offered to the Lord... He said that if Solomon swore not to kill him, he would leave the altar . or put Israel in a seven-year drought."

"So, not only is he going to kill me, he's going to destroy Israel."

David summed it up succinctly.

He sneered, and his low and hoarse laughter echoed in the silent hall.

He finally asked Joab, "Then why didn't you kill him, our captain of Israel?"

"...he is your son after all."

Joab whispered.

"Ah!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of King David's mouth. The last trace of pity in the eyes also dissipated: "Very good. At this time, you know that he is my son again."

He closed his eyes and waved his hand vigorously. Signal the inner guard to drag him away.

After Joab was dragged away, David waved to Solomon lying on him. Solomon immediately responded, "I am, my king."

"Now... Adonijah, what to do?"

David whispered.

Solomon lowered his head: "Everything is at your command."

David looked at Solomon and said softly, "He is also my son, Solomon. Therefore, my judgment on him will inevitably be biased, and it is hard to say that it is fair. He wants to harm you...You should judge him."

"Adonijah committed treason, sacrificed to demon gods, and destroyed fields..."

Solomon paused, and said calmly, "Death by law."

David looked into his eyes, and after a while, his gaze softened. His expression became melancholy and bitter, and he curled up into the throne, as if he had aged a few years.

"So, how are you going to kill him... Solomon."

David asked in a very low voice, "He summoned Baal to destroy the land of Israel."

Solomon closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and replied, "I will go to the rock altar of Zohileel again. I will not take the guards of the king's city nor the army. I will swear to him that I will not kill him with the sword. The sword is in my hands." hand shall not come upon him; and no one who bears a sword shall harm him in the kingdom of Israel."

Solomon said calmly: "In this way, I will repay the love of father, son and brother."

"...but Solomon."

David whispered: "I want to warn you...no, just remind you. Adonijah, I swear that I will not kill Joab in this life, and I swear that I will not kill the priest Abi in the land of Israel. It’s good for Athar...they are all unstable people. You must not let them live safely on the earth, and make the people of Israel fearful.”

"I know," Solomon agreed softly, his eyes as calm as water, "but I will not let you see blood when you grow old."

After that, he got up and prepared to go out.

But at this moment David grabbed his wrist. Although the force was so light that Solomon only needed to take a step forward to break free, but he did not do so.

He just turned his back to King David, stood still and asked softly, "My father, what else do you want?"

"Solomon... When you go to Abiathar, remember to take Abishag and the prophet Nathan with you."

David looked at Solomon's back, and the blurry vision was blurred. In front of Solomon was the light of the candle, which overflowed from all sides and outlined his outline.

He whispered: "Be careful. Don't be killed by Baal."

"No devil can harm me."

With his back to David, Solomon looked directly at the inner guards, his mother Bathsheba, and the priests and warriors in the dormitory. His eyes slowly scanned them around, and he said forcefully, "Because I walk with justice."

After finishing speaking, he gently shook off David's hand and walked outside.

Nathan bowed slightly to David and followed Solomon. Then other priests and warriors were taken away from the inner palace by Bathsheba.

In the end, only Abishag and David, who was reclining on the throne, remained in the inner palace.

"David, are you sure?"

Abishag spoke for the first time. Her voice was crystal clear and clear: "If I leave you, our contract is over."

"Thank you, Baimon... Please go and protect my son Solomon. Go to his side."

David raised the corners of his mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "He will be a better king than me...I won't trouble him."

"More than that, David. He will be the best king of Israel."

Baimon said softly: "I am also looking forward to...the days of working with him."

Immediately, she walked out of the hall step by step.

As Baimon moved away from David, the majestic brilliance on David's body gradually dissipated, and his body, which had already crossed the limit, was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, King David bowed his head, his body curled up and shriveled, and he peacefully lost his life while sitting on the throne.

And the people outside know nothing about the situation inside.

"King David told me to kiss your ring, King Solomon."

She whispered softly, held Solomon's right hand, and cast a questioning look.

Solomon's body moved slightly, and he looked at the prophet Nathan. Nathan nodded, Solomon didn't change anything, just nodded.

Immediately, he rode on King David's donkey and walked slowly towards the rock altar of Zohile in the east of the city amidst the cheers of the crowd. Bathsheba, Zadok the priest, and Benaiah the warrior sent him on the journey.

On his way, people play the flute to see him off. Priests and warriors with swords spontaneously stood on both sides of the road, blowing trumpets or saluting Solomon as he passed by.

The prophet Nathan and the virgin Abishag stood behind Solomon riding on the donkey. Solomon seemed to be gradually filled with light, and his seventeen-year-old young body shone with an unprecedented sense of presence.

【You reached a contract with the Demon God Baimon】

【His rank is judged as: King】

[Get the halo blessing? Supreme glory (from Baimeng)]

【Your words become more powerful】

【You will not die of old age】

[Domain (demonology) takes effect—you get a new field: Art][Your life will burn faster—]

[Current number of contracts: 1; Burn rate: double]

【"I will sing praises to your name, because you walk with justice." - Baimon】 Solomon pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly contracting the first demon **** is all it takes... Solomon has already guessed that the contracting demon **** will consume lifespan.

But what about the last sentence?

...I'm saying now, I just want to use the passive effect of the ring to create momentum, will I be killed by King David?

"You will, Solomon."

As if knowing what Solomon was thinking, Nathan said softly, "I will always walk with you."

Solomon nodded calmly.