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His broad and strong hands, covered by golden armor, were slightly clenched, and an embarrassing aura surrounded the king and the knights.
There is no doubt that it is so embarrassing to welcome the victory and then go to the scene of enthusiastic cheers.
However, not for a moment.
The proud king spoke in a slightly arrogant tone to the half-kneeling knights, whose faces were full of fear.
"Now, what are you waiting for, whether it's evacuating the people or sorting out the wounded, let's solve it!"
He waved his hand lightly, and gave orders to the half-kneeling knights in an unquestionable tone.
Indeed, Gilgamesh did feel a little annoyed.
However, no matter what it is for, even if it is the mistakes you made, you have to make up for it yourself.
Enkidu died because of his own reasons, so all the gods in Sumer should be buried with him.
And the people who died in this disaster are naturally no exception.
He lightly waved his arm wrapped in that golden armor.
Then, a brilliant golden ripple several meters in size rippled in mid-air.
Piles of ornaments made of gold, without the slightest magic power, but exquisite ornaments, gushed out of them.
Well, maybe it's just a foil for the king's treasure, and it's not even qualified to be included in the treasure house, it's just a 'garbage' to fill the vacancy.
"Treat those survivors kindly, and then give generous compensation to those who died, I think, I don't need this king to teach you how to do it?"
Gilgamesh asked lightly, although he used a questioning tone, but no one would be so stupid as to question the king.
The knights bowed lightly, picked up the randomly scattered treasures on the ground, and then stepped back and left the place.
Even though they still have countless questions, even though they may want the king to put away the wealth.
However, the discipline and sense of honor of being knights made them put away their own advice, which might be an insulting advice to the king.
They still have extremely important things to do, not just as simple as resettling refugees. If they don't want this matter to make headlines in newspapers and news, I'm afraid the effort they have to make is not 01:30 .
After a while, these knights and magicians all left here in an extremely silent, without the slightest sound.
Except, that resolute girl.
The silver hair floating in the air swayed slightly, shining with dazzling brilliance.
Like a goblin, she not only has an incomparable and shameful holy beauty, but at the same time has a seductive posture that charms all living beings.
She sighed softly, and then put on a slight smile on her face, but the tension in her eyes could not be concealed no matter what.
"My lord, it's not your fault, I've seen it"
The girl said this, intending to comfort her king,
but,
All she got was a severe reprimand.
"As a king, if you don't even face your own sins, then what qualifications do you have to be king!"
Gilgamesh said sharply, with an absolutely arrogant tone in his tone.
"Trying to cover up this king's mistakes, correcting the crimes I committed, and then erasing all the miracles I have done with this king, such a stupid behavior, do you think this king will do this?"
He turned his back to Liliana, and walked towards the town that had been erased, with no expression on his face.
"This is no longer as simple as treason and injustice. Let me forgive you this time and step down, Liliana Qing."
He said this, and then, listening to the footsteps of the silver-haired knight girl leaving, the corners of his mouth involuntarily opened an arc.
It was a smile of appreciation.
How long has it been since I met such a loyal minister?
However, this king is not a stupid guy like Artoria. It should be the mission of a subject to make up for the mistakes made by the king, but he has never covered up his sins as a king.
As for denying what you have done, this is no longer covered by stupidity.
A king should bear everything, even if he can't do this, what qualifications do he have to call himself a king?
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Chapter 41 Tony the Sword King (for collection)
The king of Italy once again accomplished the feat of killing the gods.
There is no doubt that this news can be said to make those who know the basics, the guys in the magic world tremble.
And there was no intention of blocking this news, and within a day, it was known by those who had ulterior motives, the hero king Gilgamesh, and the magic association under his command.
Of course, it's just that everyone in the magic world knows it.
Therefore, the news naturally reached that idiot, no, the sword king.
At the station in a remote town in Italy, a hearty person whose sunshine can be seen from his handsome face is definitely not the kind of person who can pull out a long sword and cut people with a smile.
The blond-haired boy, or more appropriately, the young man, was sitting in this empty station at this moment, flipping through the information he had just obtained from the fearful magicians in his hands.
This slightly frivolous guy was leaning on the chair, and casually opened up the thick data set, and then flipped through it at a very high speed.
This is not because he has the talent in this area as a god slayer, let alone ask this guy to use magic to assist reading.
The reason why he flipped through the information so quickly is simply because,
"Oh, there are really no pictures. It's really troublesome to read these boring words. There are so many words, when will I see them!"
Tony sighed softly, but, similar to that, there was a heavy sneer coming from beside him.
It was a man in a suit like a waiter, like a British butler.
Whether it's from his well-tailored suit or his shiny leather shoes, in some respects, he is indeed on a par with Liliana.
Of course, perhaps, in other respects, it is the absolute opposite.
For example, on top of treating the king he serves.
It was a sneer without a trace of concealment, and a contempt without a trace of concealment.