Chapter 625: Taking orders in times of danger
At this time, the face was much gentler and less resolute. The black blood spots all over his face made the king of a country look a little old, and his whole body exuded the aura of death.
Accompanied by two bursts of coughing, Flanders turned over and vomited blood.
Looking at the dark brown bruises on the ground, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Flanders called out Art's name tremblingly, and his weak body slowly lay back down again with the help of the doctor.
"The King!"
At quickly stepped forward, leaned against the bed, and held up Flanders' calloused but still broad and powerful right hand.
At looking at Flanders's weak appearance, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Even if the weak man in front of him had tried to kill him, he could not stop him from showing his heartfelt respect for the man in front of him.
"Art, you," Flanders's rapid breathing and heaving chest made him look in pain, "You have also seen that I can't survive."
"No! No! Monarch, you will be fine. I will send people back to the valley immediately to ask Doctor Thomas to come!" As Art said, he planned to send people back to the valley. But Flanders grabbed him.
"Stop!" Flanders grabbed Art's left hand with all his strength.
“Cousin Art, listen to me, cough~” Flanders coughed dryly, feeling like his lungs were going to explode. But he still steeled himself and continued: "Our top priority is to divide and surround the Lombards and completely eliminate them to avoid future troubles. The current battlefield situation is extremely favorable to us, and everything is going according to the previous deployment, do you understand?"
Flender looked at Art firmly, as if with a hint of pleading.
"Yes, I understand, Your Majesty, I understand!"
"Very good, just understand." Flanders held Art's hands tightly and sighed: "It's my fault that this old guy, Witott, resorted to such a despicable method. But I didn't make it easy for those bastards. I ordered people to cut off their heads and hang them on spears to show those bastards that I, Flanders Otto, am not that easy to deal with!" A trace of arrogance flashed across Flanders' face.
After saying that, Flanders let out a long sigh, looked at the tent above his head, blinked, and then slowly closed his eyes.
When everyone in the tent saw this scene, they immediately fell into anxiety. They gathered around Flanders' bed and called softly.
After a moment, Flanders slowly opened his eyes and glanced around the crowd.
Among them were his loyal followers who fought with him from Longchal to Besancon, the upper-level military nobles of Jona Province who swore allegiance to him, Bishop Olof who followed him from beginning to end, the captain of the Iron Guard who had accompanied him for many years, and the elder Lord Galvin who was of the same bloodline as Flanders. Finally, there was the new Earl of Wales who supported him unreservedly in the battle of succession - his cousin-in-law Art Wood Wells.
Looking at the people in front of him, Flanders fell into a deep silence, and deep down he even regretted his carelessness -
But he couldn't let anyone see it, because he was Flanders Otto, the ruler of the Burgundy Kingdom.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
"I declare in the name of the guardian of the entire territory of Burgundy and the ruler of the Burgundy Kingdom," Flanders looked at Art beside him and slowly raised Art's left hand with all his strength. "From now on, until the end of the Southern Expedition, Art Wood Wells, Earl of Wells, will serve as the supreme commander of the Praetorian Guards on my behalf, and he will have the right to decide on the Burgundy Marquis. The political, military and diplomatic policies adopted by the country towards Lombardy. Anyone who disobeys will be dealt with according to military law!"
As soon as Flanders finished speaking, the official in charge of the Chinese military documents handed over the letter of appointment that had been prepared to him.
Mr Art looked down at Flanders and did not reach out to take the letter of appointment.
"Your Majesty, this is a heavy responsibility. I'm afraid I can't bear it. Please find another candidate."
Att naturally knew Flanders’ intention, and even at this critical moment, he still maintained a clear mind.
Flender on the side closed his eyes slightly, but he was always paying attention to the expression on Art's face.
In the conversation in the sentry tower a few days ago, my cousin did not reveal any flaws. Although he has many evidences that show that the count of Xinpu Frontier has great intentions, he has never seen him take any action.
Now that he is poisoned, his life and death are uncertain. Once he dies, the family fortune he has earned will probably fall into the hands of others sooner or later. In order for future generations to successfully succeed to the throne and continue the lineage of the Otto family, Flanders had no choice but to take a risk and clear another obstacle to the royal power, just as he was as ruthless as he was to remove Baldwin. Even if the person in front of him is his in-law, he will show no mercy. For him, nothing else matters except power.
Galvin, the palace finance minister on the side, saw Flanders' intention, but he, who was traveling among all the forces in the court, did not speak to him. On the one hand, Art is his son-in-law, while Flanders is his junior and the ruler of the Otto family.
The relationship between the two is subtle. Once Galvin intervenes and favors Art, Flanders will definitely feel resentful.
On the other side, Bishop Olof is also a sensible person. Having just returned from the frontier battlefield a moment ago, when he saw this scene, he already knew Flanders' next arrangements.
At was the one he single-handedly cared for and supported. To him, Art was not only the son of his loyal religious guardian.
After years of observation, he liked this guy from the bottom of his heart. He is not as outspoken as the old Wells. Instead, he is a bit tactful and smart, but he is also sincere to himself. In Bishop Olof's heart, Art is like his own child.
At present, the only person in the camp who is suitable to replace Flanders as commander-in-chief is Art. As long as he didn't reveal any eagerness to succeed Flanders, he was safe.
At present, it seems that he is indeed safe.
Now, Flanders felt at ease. But his condition is not optimistic - his breathing is getting weaker and weaker, his face is getting paler, toxins have begun to spread to his neck and scalp, and breathing is becoming more and more difficult.
In the end, after many "sincere" persuasion from Flanders, Art reluctantly agreed to take over the position of commander. But he asked Flanders to entrust someone else to keep the token for mobilizing the Guards.
Flender agreed to his request.
"Go! Great warriors of Burgundy, kill those bastards for me!"
Flanders waved away everyone.