"Cough cough cough..." Mark coughed a few times, his face changed and seemed to be unable to hold on. He could only sit down, his eyes flashed with memories, and sighed: "I never thought of becoming a king. My biggest dream when I was young was to be a casual mercenary, have a few more women, and go to bed with women of different races, but the family's responsibilities fell on my shoulders and pushed me forward."

"If it weren't for that lunatic Siria who burned too many of my tribe friends to death, I wouldn't have rebelled. This was his own choice."

"Don't you think I don't know about those things that Walter Dance and his daughter have done in disgusting things over the years?"

Mark snorted contemptuously, "I just don't care."

"The army to attack the Dance family is just to teach them a lesson, don't do it too much, and to cheat some money from them to supplement the treasury."

"More than once I wanted to give up the throne, take my Spiritual Storm and Hammer, take a boat to the New World to be a wandering mercenary, fight and adventure all day long, hunt demons, and sleep in a tavern with a woman at night. That's the life I want, I don't know how wonderful it is!"

"If I win this duel, save Boro. After you withdraw, I will immediately dismiss my noble lords and let them escape their lives."

"And I went to the New World myself to realize my dreams and find opportunities to be promoted to the holy level."

“It’s a pity that there is no chance…”

Mark's face was full of regret and regret. He looked at Longya Bay in the east, which was the direction to set off for the New World by boat.

Renne was a little unexpected that Mark was such a person.

After entering the Kingdom of God, his soul will become a divine servant under Groche. He rarely has the opportunity to leave the Kingdom of God. His freedom is bound to be bound, and he will never be able to move around like a mortal. For a person who has been a king for decades and is accustomed to being arrogant, it may take a long time to adapt to the days in the Kingdom of God.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

Renn looked at Mark, whose body was becoming more and more transparent. The other party was willing to kill the zombie even if he was hurt by his soul, not just to say these nonsense.

"What are your goals?"

"I want to make a deal with you." A trace of love flashed in Mark's eyes. "I have many illegitimate children, most of whom are adults and do not know my identity. This may be safer for them. But there is one, I can't rest assured, and I hope it can be entrusted to you."

"Why do you think I will agree?" Renne almost thought he had heard it wrong, and the other party wanted to entrust his illegitimate child to the murderer who killed him.

"Because you are from Weizeland."

Mark smiled confidently, "Don't you want to know the origin of those two legendary wizards? This is my bargaining chip."

Renn was silent for a few seconds, "Okay."

Mark seemed to have known that Rennes would agree, and whispered a few words, finally glanced at the world in lingeringly, letting out a long sigh.
Chapter completed!