Fantasy Simulator
chapter-851-30041322

The King of Knights left after all.

When he left, there was a great uproar in the whole Nardo Kingdom. It was unknown how many people talked about this.

People began to speculate. Some people even thought that this was the doing of the already ascended King Kuddo. This was to expel his father, to take over the highest position of power completely.

Carey had nothing to say about these speculations. He did not get involved because he would not believe those speculations.

The King of Knights was the King of Knights. With his power, even if he lost the throne, no one would dare to disobey him as long as he gave the order. The only one who could make the King of Knights leave was by his own decision.

Yes, who else could force the King of Knights to make a decision other than himself?

No one. In the past, no one could do it, so naturally, no one could do it now.

As for Kuddo, who had already inherited the throne, he also couldn't do it. His throne originated from the King of Knights. He didn't earn it but was passed down by the King of Knights.

Regardless, the King of Knights still left. After he left, after the first few years of turmoil, the entire Nardo Kingdom gradually stabilized.

Kuddo sat firmly in the king's position. He was true as the King of Knights had expected, diligent and hardworking, willing to study for his goals. He was a good king.

Under his actions, the entire Nardo Kingdom gradually became orderly, and everything seemed to return to the right track slowly. The people also gradually got used to this kind of day, getting used to life without the King of Knights.

Except for Carey. He was already too old. In the past years, he had already gotten used to the existence of the King of Knights. He could not adapt to his current life.

But fortunately, with his age, he did not need to care much about these things. He only needed to rest in his manor in peace.

Time passed slowly. Although the King of Knights had left, it did not mean that there was no news. Krudo and he walked on the ancient road. Along the way, they passed through many countries and saw many different sceneries.

Every time they saw some outstanding sceneries or some unique things in the outside world, they would write a letter to inform Carey of the stories that they encountered.

This was also one of Carey's few pleasures after entering his old age. Occasionally, he would laugh out loud because of the things recorded in the letter, but sometimes he would mourn silently and sigh about his aging.

Otherwise, he would have to walk on the same road as the King of Knights and follow him.

This kind of day lasted until a few years later. At a certain time, Carey was anxious when he found that the King of Knights had not sent a letter for a long time.

This kind of situation was unusual.

The King of Knights always does things in regular order. Usually, within three to four months, Carey would receive a letter from the King of Knights. But now, after a full year, there was still no news.

"Maybe the messenger got lost on the way."

This thought flashed through Carey's mind in the manor as he consoled himself. But he knew that the possibility was very low.

The King of Knights had sent out a messenger, which wasn't just for him. Other places in the imperial palace would receive letters from the King of Knights.

Even if a messenger got lost and an accident happened, another messenger would still be unless they encountered an accident that lost many people.

This was unlikely. The only possibility was that the King of Knights had faced an abnormal situation, so he didn't even have the time to send the letter.

With this worry, Carey spent another half a year.

For half a year, he sat in his own home, but in the end, he fell. Carey got sick.

This was very normal. After all, he was already very old. With his age, it was not surprising for him to die without knowing when let alone just getting sick for once.

In the end, in this world where the average life span was not too long, it was already very surprising for him to live to his age.

This illness came very seriously. Carey was lying on the bed, already in a daze. His consciousness gradually blurred, his mind was no longer stable, and he could die anytime.

On this day, in his daze, he had a dream. In the dream, he saw the King of Knights' appearance.

The scene occurred in a strange ruin, with strange decorations everywhere and a unique mechanical puppet. In that ruin, the King of Knights was still fighting.

He fought with that puppet, which could perhaps be the guardian of that ruin, and eventually defeated it.

In the distance, Krudo fell to the ground quietly. At this moment, he was no longer breathing. It seemed that Krudo faced his end before the King of Knights and could not walk through the expedition.

The King of Knights' body was broken. After defeating the guardian, he walked into the ruins with great difficulty and took out the things inside.

However, Carey was unhappy because he knew the King of Knights would die.

"It seems that our journey can only end here."

In the dream, the King of Knights dragged his broken body to the outside world and said with a soft laugh. He looked terrible, and his whole body was bleeding everywhere. Even just walking looked very difficult.

But even so, he was still smiling. It seemed he did not care about his body condition or his life and death.

The King of Knights walked out of the ruins and used his last bit of strength to prepare a grave for Krudo. Then, he buried Krudo himself.

However, only Krudo could sleep in his grave. As for the King of Knights, he could only find a random place to face his end. After all, no matter how strong the King of Knights was, he could not bury himself.

Moreover, the King of Knights probably didn't care about these things. Whether alive or dead, where he was buried, this matter was not a concern to him.

But to others, it wasn't the case. That night, Carey woke up from his dream and looked into the distance in horror. At this moment, a strong impulse emerged in his heart.

He wanted to go out. He wanted to leave, to find the place where the King of Knights finally died.

As the King of Knights' most loyal subordinate and longtime friend, he could not tolerate the King of Knights' corpse being exposed in the wilderness and had to suffer the humiliation of wild beasts.

Unfortunately, it only took him a few steps before he stopped. A bitter smile appeared on his face.

There was a mysterious power in this world. Sometimes, dreams were not dreams but real scenes. Carey believed that what he saw just now was not a dream but a real scene.

But so what? Dreams only had vague scenes and memories. Although he could recognize the King of Knights and Krudo, could he rely on these vague memories to find the ruins where he did not know?

It was impossible.

A bitter smile appeared on Carey's face. In the end, he could only give up in a daze. He did not know that the dream's contents also awakened Kuddo in the palace that night. On this night, Carey was not the only one who dreamed of the King of Knights.

Time continued to pass. After that night, Carey seemed to have lost some belief that supported him. His body collapsed overnight.

Perhaps before this, he had been holding on to his body because he wanted to wait for the King of Knights' reply and wait for the day when the King of Knights would return.

But now, the King of Knights was dead. The belief that supported him to continue living was also gone.

After this, Carey's body became worse and worse. He looked older and older, like a person on the verge of death. Of course, that was also the case. Carey had been lying in bed for so long. It was obvious that he was a patient.

Finally, one morning, Carey's body weakened rapidly. He looked like he was going to die.

"Am I finally going to leave this world?"

As he lay in the hospital bed, this thought flashed. Unlike other people who were about to die, there was not much fear in Carey's heart at this moment.

He was also someone who had fought for many years. Not to mention the indirect consequences, just the number of people he had killed with his bare hands was unknown. How could he be afraid of death?

Carey lay on the hospital bed, calmly waiting for the final arrival of death. However, the more he thought about it, the slower the arrival of death became. Finally, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his life slowly faded away.

At this critical moment, an inexplicable voice began to ring out. At this moment, in his hazy consciousness, Carey seemed to hear a familiar sound of footsteps coming from afar.

"Is this an illusion?"

Carey closed his eyes, and this thought flashed through his mind. He was very familiar with the sound of footsteps, and he had heard it many times in the past.

But now, the King of Knights' was long gone. Who could have come to visit him now?

But after a moment, he was suddenly stunned. Because not far away, the inexplicable sound of footsteps did not disappear. Instead, it became clearer as time passed. So, he opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

In the distance, the figure of a young man was standing there. The young man was handsome and had distinguished facial features. He looked somewhat similar to the former King of Knights, but there was a huge difference.

It was him!

Carey's heart suddenly became excited. He couldn't be wrong. Although there were some differences in his appearance, he could still recognize him at once.

The young man in front of him was the King of Knights. There was no mistake.

"Carey."

The King of Knights stood there with a smile on his face. There seemed to be a terrifying power on his body that could suppress everything. He had even reversed the flow of time and space and forcefully arrived here.

He said softly, looking at his former good friend, "I'm here to pick you up."