Lanhuadis 58
The news that the king was going to hold a coming-of-age ceremony spread throughout Lanhuadis in an instant.
This was not the first time in history, but what shocked the old princes of the royal family was that—
The ceremony of becoming king must be prepared within one month!!!
"Time is running out, Your Majesty!"
"Yes, if time is too tight, many details will be overlooked. Your enthronement ceremony must be meticulously perfected to achieve its ultimate beauty!"
"At least three months!"
"Six months!"
"This is the request of our people. They hope that your coronation ceremony will be no less ceremonious than that of any other king."
Ning Ren looked at these emotional nobles and felt silent for a while.
Six months?
So long!
The Heaven's Crack will come in less than nine months, and preparing for the King's Ceremony for six months, isn't that a hassle?
If it weren't for Asulin, he probably wouldn't have held this enthronement ceremony.
Ning Ren ignored these voices and said, "Just one month."
The final word.
The old princes and dukes could only swallow the rest of their words and busy themselves with preparations for the royal ceremony.
Wen Duolin came to see him during this period, not because of the king's ceremony.
"Xiao Qi, are you talking about the Sky Crack Descent drill?"
Ning Ren stood in front of the East Region simulation sand table and nodded: "Yes, I have seen my father's deployment of troops, it is very good. I have made some adjustments during this period. The new recruits in the past two years have little combat experience, so we can select them and put those with strength on the front line." The small red flag moved forward.
"Those with average strength should guard the civilian area and release their mental power to protect the people without mental power." The small blue flag moved to the middle.
"Those without spiritual power, maintain order within the protective barrier of the Wansen Forest treasure." The small yellow flag moved next to the blue flag.
"As for the leaders of the Wansen Forest, if you can mobilize them, have them participate in the drill as well."
He knew exactly where to place soldiers of different ranks, and he also had a detailed understanding of the tribe's military strength. It was obvious that this was not a sudden idea.
Wen Duolin: "If we're not careful, it might cause panic. And even if it's just a drill, with the whole clan participating, the resources consumed are not insignificant."
Ning Ren said, "We've practiced this more than once. Once the tribe gets used to it, they won't panic. Consuming resources is fine. The Eastern Region doesn't lack these little things."
Wenduolin looked at his calm expression, her heart skipped a beat, and an absurd idea emerged.
"Brother, did you have a prophetic dream like father?"
Ning Ren really wanted to nod for a moment.
But constrained by that inexplicable force, he denied it: "No, I just feel a little uneasy."
disturbed.
These two words were the limit of what he could say.
Ning Ren was silent for a moment, "Elder sister, the front-line drill is left to you."
Wendoline: "Don't worry."
After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Xiao Qi, your friend Bai Ya seems to be acting strangely lately."
Ning Ren: "What happened to him?"
Bai Ya had indeed not come to see him for some time.
Wenduolin: "He asked someone to buy a lot of alcohol, locked himself in the room, and never came out."
Ning Ren was worried: "Eldest sister, I will go back to the castle with you to see him."
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Castle.
White Crow Room.
When Ning Ren pushed open the door, he smelled a pungent odor of alcohol.
He coughed twice and waved his hand in front of him.
The room was so dark that Ning Ren didn't even notice any breathing sounds for a moment.
“Cough cough cough…cough cough…White Crow?”
No sound.
Ning Ren simply opened the curtains and pushed open the windows for ventilation.
The moonlight penetrated and the light here suddenly became brighter.
Ning Ren took a deep breath of the outside air and felt better. He wondered in his heart, there is no one in the room, could Bai Ya have left?
Returning to the Eastern Region?
Thinking of this, he took a step to the side and unexpectedly stepped on something soft.
"...You're not feeling well...what are you doing here?"
His voice was as hoarse as a ghost.
Ning Ren almost kicked him out!
Patting his heart, he lifted the curtain and saw a "corpse" lying under the curtain. He had just stepped on the palm of the "corpse".
"..." Ning Ren, "Why are you lying here?"
The young man lying on the carpet had an ugly pale face, disheveled hair, and looked like a madman. He held a soft straw in his mouth and inserted the other end into the wine jug. When he moved his mouth, the wine automatically flowed into his mouth.
He looked even more depressed than when Ning Ren first met him in the tavern.
He squatted down, his mysophobia aroused, and he covered his nose: "Your style is quite unique."
Bai Ya spit out the soft straw, and the wine flowed out of the straw, wetting the hair around his ears, but he didn't care.
Ning Ren sighed, "Sloppy, get up quickly."
Bai Ya tied the straw into a knot, sat up lazily, and leaned against the wall like a boneless person.
When he moved, a lot of things fell out. Ning Ren took a look and found that they were all fortune-telling tools. Then he looked behind Bai Ya and was shocked: "Your hair loss is so serious!"
That black mass is actually Bai Ya’s hair!
Bai Ya didn't say anything, but his eyes turned and Ning Ren's appearance was reflected in his pupils.
Ning Ren's heart skipped a beat.
This guy, is he plotting against him?
He was already very surprised when Bai Ya calculated his death. Could it be that this guy really intended to calculate a way for him to survive?
Before he could think about it, Bai Ya said, "Erigalan, let's be friends."
Ning Ren: "Okay."
In fact, Bai Ya is his only friend in Lanhuadis.
Bai Ya took out a dagger from somewhere, put it into Ning Ren's hand, and smiled: "Kill me."
Ning Ren: “???”
Bai Ya repeated: "Kill me. Don't you dare to do it?"
"No," Ning Ren was puzzled. "Since we are friends, why do you want me to kill you? Aren't you taking revenge on me? I have never killed a living person before. You are really giving me a nightmare."
White Crow: “…”
Bai Ya's thinking was a little slow, and he reflected for a second.
Yes.
You shouldn't treat your friends like this.
Bai Ya: "Then you, just call someone to kill me, or feed me some poison."
Ning Ren: "Why don't you commit suicide?"
Bai Ya: "I'm so handsome, I can't bear to do it."
Ning Ren: “…………”
Sometimes I really can't respect this hero of later generations.
He was speechless for a moment, threw away the dagger, and sat next to Bai Ya. "Tell me, what's wrong?"
The handsome white crow said nothing, curled himself up into a ball in melancholy, and became autistic.
Ning Ren: "Just leave without saying anything."
He stood up and turned to leave. The white crow swooped down, hugged his calves and cried loudly.
"Wuwuwuwu, wuwuwuwu, I'm a loser. I can't even save the people I want to save. Wuwuwuwuwu..."
Ning Ren tried hard to pull his legs.
Unable to pull it, annoyed: "Let's talk it over nicely!"
The white crow refused to let go and howled for a long time. During this time, the guards outside knocked on the door several times, asking if the king needed help.
Ning Ren's feet were numb.
Bai Ya let go only when he was tired of howling, and then collapsed back to the ground like mud. He must have fallen asleep, because his eyes were still open and his eyeballs were still moving. He must have been asleep, because no matter how much Ning Ren called him, he didn't move.
In the end, Ning Ren had no choice.
"You should have a good rest. You can talk to me whenever you want. I'll come see you tomorrow."
Ning Ren lived a life that went back and forth between the ancient castle and the temple. He ate two meals in the ancient castle at night and then returned to the temple to rest.
He occasionally visited Asulin's place, but Jie Ling's treatment was not yet complete, so he couldn't disturb him. He was no longer the naive little boy whose world only consisted of his father and friends; he had his own life.
In this way, more than half a month passed, and no matter what Ning Ren said or how he persuaded him, Bai Ya still didn't say a word and looked half dead.
There is nothing more to be said.
Ning Ren, no matter how good and stable his temper was, became annoyed.
He pushed open the door of White Crow's room for the last time and skillfully found the moldy bird in the corner.
White Crow: "Well, you come again..."
"Aren't you looking for death? Fine, I'll send you to death."
Ning Ren grabbed his collar expressionlessly, smashed the window with a punch, and flew out with the white crow in his hand.
The loud bang startled Carlos and Carmimi, who flew out to see what was happening. Staring at the broken wall, Carmimi muttered, "Xiao Qi is really angry... It's really scary..."
He had never seen Xiaoqi angry. Occasionally, if she was a little upset, she could just be coaxed.
Carlos pressed his palm against the cracked wall and said in surprise, "Xiao Qi's current spiritual power level is likely to break through the Yang realm soon."
Jia Mimi was dumbfounded: "Doesn't that mean I'm the last one in the family?!"
Carlos was puzzled: "Shouldn't this be a statement?"
Gamimi: “…”
After stabbing his sixth brother in the heart, Carlos looked in the direction Ning Ren left, took a deep breath, and suppressed the urge to follow him.
That was between Xiaoqi and his friends.
Xiaoqi has grown up and is no longer the cub who needs his care everywhere.
He needs to curb his worried parental mentality.
…
Plop!
Ning Ren threw the white crow into the cold pond.
The icy cold water in the pond gave Bai Ya a sudden chill.
Ning Ren stayed away from the place to avoid the cold air from entering his body and making him sick again.
Ning Ren used his mental strength to throw him out: "Are you awake?"
White Crow: "I..."
Bang!
Throw it in again.
Ning Ren: "Are you awake?"
White Crow: "Wait..."
Bang!
Throw it in again!
Repeat this dozens of times.
Bai Ya finally broke down and shouted, "Wake up, wake up!"
He lay dripping wet on the thick fallen leaves.
It was almost December and the weather was already cold. With this stimulation, how could he be sleepy at all?
Ice began to form on my body, and my teeth were shivering from the cold.
Ning Ren used his devouring mental power to devour all the moisture in his body, with a sour expression on his face: "Speak."
Bai Ya was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and sat dejectedly on the ground.
He habitually used that nonchalant, cynical attitude to cover up his true inner thoughts. No one had ever been able to question him like this for nearly a month, or even throw him into a puddle...
Bai Ya organized his words and slowly told Ning Ren a story he had heard a long time ago.
He is the heir to the extremely talented great wizard of the White Feather Clan.
But he was naturally uninhibited, and his playful demeanor attracted many people. He was conceited about his gift of words, believing that changing fate would only cost him a few hairs, and at worst, only a few years of his life.
For a while, he even felt that he could decide the fate of others.
His arrogance and rebelliousness had accidentally caused the death of his family and the girl he loved. He looked at their corpses, and no matter how powerful his words were, he couldn't bring them back to life...
In the midst of his collapse, he was thrown to the Eastern Region by the clan leader.
I have been wandering here, but I still can't get over the knot in my heart.
He still stubbornly believed that it was just an accident, and as long as he was willing, as long as he was more careful, he could save the person he wanted to save.
For him, Errigalan's blood mole has some kind of fate with him.
But that little bit of fate was not enough to justify his dedication and his desire to change Errigalan's fate.
Bai Ya is fulfilling his own obsession.
In the past two years, Errigalan, the king of a foreign land, had unknowingly become the replacement of his obsession.
Bai Ya revealed all his thoughts to Ning Ren, the good, the bad, and the confusing ones.
"God gave me this talent, but also made me powerless to change it. If I can't even save those I want to save, isn't this talent the harshest punishment for me?"
He smiled, but tears streamed down his face. He didn't know if he was feeling sorry for others or for himself.
"Little Erli, your death is real, and you have less than a year left. But I can't figure out where you can survive..."
After hearing this, Ning Ren didn't know how to respond for a moment.
He clearly sensed that Bai Ya had fallen into a dead end and was getting stuck in a rut.
Smart people are more difficult to comfort when they become stubborn, as they have their own logic behind their behavior.
Bai Ya: "Don't you believe it?"
Ning Ren: "I believe it."
Bai Ya stared at his face for a long time, but could not find any shock or sadness on his face.
Ning Ren: "Just tell me what you said. As I said before, don't let my family and clan members know."
Bai Ya supported himself with one hand and managed to sit up. He was truly confused at this moment.
"Aren't you sad? Aren't you angry? Aren't you complaining? Haven't you ever wondered why it happened to you?"
He was asking Ning Ren, and also asking himself.
Why did he have the power of words? Why did he have to become a great wizard? Why did he have to lose so much, and they called it the cruelty of growing up?
Ning Ren played with an ordinary leaf with his fingertips, sitting on a branch with his legs dangling.
"Good question, why me?" This question sounded familiar. He thought about it and smiled, "Because it's me, so it's me."
Bai Ya: "Your answer is so misleading..."
He seemed to be withdrawing again.
Ning Ren couldn't stand seeing him like this, it made him angry at the sight of him.
He jumped down from the branch and clapped his hands.
"Bai Ya, if you keep going like this, just leave the Eastern Region. You're much smarter than me, so why can't you figure out that not everything in the world has a perfect ending?"
"Regret is the norm. If you feel sad, try to have fewer regrets."
Just like how he tried every possible means to get Asulin to stay a little longer that day, with his current status, he was able to get Asulin to play five games of chess with him and get a plate of peeled nuts. What was there for him to be angry about?
The white crow still didn't respond.
Ning Ren was annoyed and couldn't help but say something vicious and angry: "Then wait until you figure it out, then we can be friends again."
After walking a few steps, he still felt uneasy, thinking that what he said would be too fierce and excessive, so he waved his hand and asked Sheng Teng to keep an eye on Bai Ya.
"My enthronement ceremony is about to begin. It's up to you whether you want to go or not. I'll reserve a seat for you."
After saying that, he left.
It's too cold here in Hantan.
The King Cheng Ceremony is approaching, and he still has his own regrets to make up for.
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