Moyun's Plan

"Will they arrive tomorrow morning?"

The king tried to calm himself. If it was like last time, then the time was drawing near.

He could not keep lying here. He had to get up.

"Your Majesty, your body can't handle it right now!"

"What do you mean, it can't? I'm perfectly fine!"

The moment the king finished speaking, he began coughing violently.

The coughing only grew worse, his face flushing bright red. Even like this, the king seemed to have more to say.

"I—I'm cough cough perfectly heal—"

The king could not even manage a complete sentence, yet he was still forcing himself.

Pan sighed helplessly and patted the king's back, unconsciously using much gentler force. They all knew exactly what condition the king was in.

And the king's illness seemed far more serious than they had imagined.

He was coughing so hard that he could not even speak a full sentence.

King: You're talking nonsense! I'm not!

He had merely choked on his saliva just now. It was definitely not because he was weak!

After the king finally recovered, Pan said, "Your Majesty, leave this to us this time. You know we've been preparing for this day for two years."

Ever since last time, they had clearly realized one thing: the people of the Hasa Kingdom would never allow themselves to be oppressed like this forever, so the same kind of thing was bound to happen again.

The king had guessed as much, but he had not expected the day to come so soon.

"How did you end up clashing during the Bonfire Festival?"

That was their grandest festival. By all rights, such a thing was strictly taboo.

Pan scratched his head. He could not really explain it either. Christol's face just looked incredibly punchable. Christol had not shown