System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 857: Chapter 269: Emperor of the Empire Dies Suddenly (10,000 Words) Part 2

Lynn nodded, "Mr. Alan, please make yourself comfortable."

After bidding farewell to Alan, Lynn stepped back towards the castle.

Amidst respectful greetings from leisurely strolling townsmen, Lynn passed by rows of red brick houses.

He looked up at the sky.

Across the night sky that enveloped the world, countless stars were scattered like embellishments.

Even though it was already nighttime,

the bright moonlight poured down, covering the entire town and the fields outside in a silvery hue.

Under the illumination of the silvery glow, Lynn could even see the wild chrysanthemums swaying slightly next to the red brick road.

Such breathtaking nighttime scenery could only be seen at this moment.

Returning to the castle,

the light of an oil lamp illuminated the entire reception hall.

Kuisi, who had been waiting, saw Lynn stride up the steps and immediately stepped forward to greet him.

Kuisi asked curiously, "Sir, you’re a bit late today. Were you busy with the literacy campaign?"

Lynn approached the dining table, saying, "More or less. I chatted with Alan for a while afterward."

Kuisi nodded in understanding, "Sir, please wait a moment. I’ll have them bring up your dinner now."

Sitting comfortably at the head of the table, Lynn responded with a sound.

After waiting a few minutes,

Kuisi, along with the maids, pushed a cart and placed dishes filled with food on the dining table.

Under Kuisi’s service, Lynn began to enjoy his dinner for the day.

After enjoying a hot soak and Janet’s massage in the private chamber,

Lynn lay on the bed, embracing Janet’s soft body in front of him, and gradually fell asleep.

...

Under the night sky, the Royal City—Triumph City.

Like an ever-energetic lion.

The inner and outer cities remained brightly lit.

Inside the inner city, figures dressed in luxurious attire strolled leisurely down the streets, smiles on their faces.

Their gazes shifted as they admired the various goods on the bustling streets.

Unlike the aristocracy and wealthy people in the inner city,

the outer city was full of busy figures.

They either drove heavily laden wagons or carried goods on their shoulders, moving through the streets.

Even at night, they relentlessly labored for a living.

To earn more pence to buy more food for their families.

Despite Triumph City being caught in the cold war between the two Princes,

it didn’t affect the residents living in Triumph City at all.

Because they knew, as long as the war didn’t break out and the soldiers hadn’t entered Triumph City,

their lives had to go on.

Compared to the bustling and ceaseless flow of people in the inner and outer cities,

the huge castle housing the Carolingian Royal Family was indeed desolate and cold.

On the corridors supported by milky-white columns,

only soldiers wearing golden armor, holding long spears, continued their patrols.

Every step caused the iron boots to clash with the stone floor beneath.

Furthermore, the armor pieces rubbed against each other.

A constant metallic ringing echoed wherever the Imperial Guard’s patrol passed.

As they passed by the Emperor’s bedchamber,

the middle-aged man who was the captain of this Imperial Guard patrol squad had a stern look in his eyes.

He glanced at the Emperor’s bedchamber.

The windows were tightly closed, and the doors were securely locked.

The entrance and some key passages were guarded by the Imperial Guards.

The entire Carolingian Royal Family Imperial Guards were taking shifts for 24-hour rounds.

All for the purpose of protecting the Emperor’s bedchamber, where Karedi’s current Emperor—Charlemagne VI—resided.

After surveying the surroundings and confirming there were no anomalies,

the squad captain led the guard squad away from the area.

Inside the Emperor’s bedchamber,

the arch-shaped ceiling hung high, with intricate carved beams and painted rafters, gleaming with gold foil patterns.

Every wall was a mosaic of marble.

Notably, the expansive, pristine marble walls were set with numerous dazzling gems.

Collectively, they formed a grand mural of a military expedition!

The massive four-poster bed was positioned precisely in the center of the room.

The bedposts were crafted from solid gold and adorned with rubies carved into vine patterns...

The bed curtains were made of high-quality silk, embroidered with the intricate emblem of the Carolingian Royal Family.

A gold-backed black crowned lion!

The bedside table next to the grand bed was carved from a single piece of jade.

The gemstone-adorned candlesticks held flickering candles.

Illuminating the face of the elderly man lying under the covers on the bed.

His complexion was sallow, a hint of gray amidst the pallor.

The elderly man was Karedi Empire’s current Emperor—Charlemagne VI!

At this moment, Charlemagne VI seemed to be plunged into a nightmare.

His eyes were tightly shut, and his brows were deeply furrowed.

His body trembled slightly, as if struggling to awaken from the nightmare.

His parched skin clung tightly to his cheekbones.

Strands of silver hair lay against his sweaty forehead.

Moreover, his entire body was soaked with sweat, and the bedclothes were thoroughly soaked.

Suddenly,

Charlemagne VI opened his sunken eyes, his gaze weakly trailing across the bed curtain.

He seemed to attempt confirming his whereabouts through looking around.

His mouth slightly opened, breathing heavily.

But after a few breaths, as if all his strength was exhausted,

a faint, agonized sound emerged from Charlemagne VI’s throat.