"Father Khan, why is your health getting worse and worse?"
Jilgler ran in from outside the tent in a hurry and knelt on the ground after a few steps.
It seemed as if the person on the couch was not beyond medical help but had already gone up to heaven and made arrangements with the gods.
Behind him followed a man in black. He was not as strong as the grassland man, but judging by his face, he seemed to be from the Central Plains.
"Get out of here."
The old man was so weak that he opened his mouth and uttered two words with difficulty.
He was furious and wanted to reach out and slap this rebellious son hard, but his hand felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds and he couldn't even lift it.
All the servants around had been sent away by Jilgler long ago, and now there were only three people left in the tent.
Gilger's expression immediately changed, and he stood up, the sinister look on his face no longer hidden.
"I'm leaving right now, but I have to finish one thing before I leave."
The man in black behind him walked forward, squatted in front of the old Khan, and recited a string of words in his ear that Jilgler had never heard before.
He had seen the man's magic to bewitch people before, so he was not worried at all. He sat on the chair next to him and drank water leisurely.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the man in black stood up and nodded to indicate that he had succeeded.
Gilger couldn't wait to test the results.
"Dad, Dad." He called out again and again in the old Khan's ear.
"Passing the throne...to my fourth...son...Gil...Ger."
Lao Dahan's eyes were empty, his lips were black and purple, and he kept repeating these words.
When Gilger saw that the task was accomplished, he stood up and patted the man on the shoulder, expressing his appreciation.
The man had a blank expression on his face.
Perhaps because she was used to men's indifference, Jilgler didn't expect him to respond to her.
He put his arm around the man's shoulder and whispered:
"Whatever Prince Yong can offer you, I can also offer you. Why don't you stay with me? I will make you bow down before thousands of people, and you won't have to humbly serve someone whose future is unknown. How about that?"
Men looked down on Jilgerle, and he had destroyed the backbone of the grassland people.
If he wasn't easy to control, he wouldn't want to see this man's face.
He reminded: "When the Great Khan ascends the throne, don't forget what you promised His Royal Highness Prince Yong."
Seeing that the matter was not going well, Gilgerle said perfunctorily: "I understand."
Then he put his hands behind his back and walked out of the tent, waiting for someone to come and discover the dying man.
A few months ago, a neighboring tribe attacked them at night, and thus a war began.
Originally, the team was led by the old Khan, but unexpectedly, before the team left, the old Khan suddenly fell ill and was unable to stand.
Finally, he stayed in the tribe and handed over the task of leading the team to his bravest son.
This son never let him down.
The people who were sent away repaired the collapsed stable and quickly returned to the tent.
As soon as I returned to the tent, I heard the eldest Khan muttering something.
"Passing the throne...to my fourth...son...Gil...Ger."
When the two heard something was wrong, they realized they couldn't handle the situation for the time being, so they quickly called Hesa and the older people to the tent.
The people who were called were also puzzled. Dahan's illness came suddenly, so what did this sentence mean now?
How could the next Khan be Jirgal?
Maybe it's just a momentary nonsense, it will be fine once the old Khan wakes up.
Hesa looked at the person on the sickbed and clenched the scepter in his hand.
Could this be God's will?
Those who came did not leave, but gathered in the tent, watching the Khan's every move.
Until the evening, he suddenly stood up, picked up a dagger, and his legs, which were originally unable to walk, became as agile as flying. He walked to the pillar and carved words.
The words engraved are the words he spoke.
When the last word was written, the man fell down and never woke up again.
They asked Hesa for advice. Logically, they should listen to the old Khan's last words and support Jirgal as king.
But they have a conscience.
Hesa remained silent, walked out of the tent, and looked up at the starry night sky.
After a long pause, he exhaled and said to the crowd behind him: "Gilger is king."
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