Now, his dull eyes shimmered again, and he choked out, "Okay...okay..."

"I need to go and thank them in person..."

As they were talking, Wolfgang reached for the blanket to get up, but Dingle stopped him:

"No need, Father. I have done what I needed to do. The Emperor of Yan has also warned me that there is no need to do anything unnecessary. He is resting now."

“Tomorrow I will leave Salibia with them and stay until I see them out to sea,” Dingle said, looking at his father’s aged face with a slightly somber expression.

Wolfgang nodded slowly, but his movements were sluggish and stiff, like an old man on his deathbed.

“Then I’ll arrange for some people to come along…” He started to speak, but was interrupted softly by Dingle: “No need, I’ve already arranged everything.”

"The new government has just been established, and the internal problems of the country have not yet been resolved. The rebellions in the east and west have not yet ended. Father, the burden is still heavy. After I return, I would like to join the government and assist you in handling these matters."

Upon hearing this, Wolfgang gazed at his son, and after a few seconds, he pulled his hand from under the covers, grasped Dingle's hand, and said, his body trembling slightly:

"well."

"Let's work together to solve these problems, restore the people's trust in us, and create a peaceful future for them."

Dingle gripped his father's hand tightly and solemnly agreed, "Okay."