He suddenly regretted his decisions.
From the rumours that were circling around Chambord, Alexander only became ‘normal’ after he was shot by the arrow on the defensive wall and hit his head on an object. What goes around comes around. He was the one who brought Alexander onto the defensive wall. He planned to kill the retarded king in the hands of the enemies, but he had made himself a new and more difficult obstacle. However, this feeling of regret only appeared in his head for a fraction of a second. He quickly adjusted himself.
Although he was enraged by the swollen face of his son, he had to swallow it. His plan was already initiated and there was too much on the hook to be messed with. The most important reason was that the number one warrior of Chambord Lampard was walking up the stairs.
“Your Majesty, I apologize for my earlier rudeness!”
Bazzer properly adjusted himself. He bowed to Fei sincerely, “I was only too worried about my son, I was too anxious, please forgive me…… But Gill is now…Eh, is now fainted, I’m afraid that he cannot participate in the upcoming battle. Can I take him back to get some rest?”
“Rest? Rest for what? Chambord is under a great threat. Every man, if not dead, must help with the defense. This light injury is nothing!” Fei didn’t give Bazzer any chance.
He said something to a soldier, and the soldier carried a bucket of cold water and dumped it on Gill mercilessly. As if the fatty was stabbed by eighteen knives, he regained consciousness and started to struggle and scream again.