The bronze bells and drums in the fortress kept beating like an enemy attack, and the messengers ran in the winding streets and shouted: "The king is coming! Get dressed quickly and go to the dock to greet him!"

The king is here?

In a mansion, a dying old man was helped by a waiter to stand up, but then he collapsed due to a strong headache.

This fat old man was poorly dressed, his complexion was pale, and his gray beard could not hide his dark age spots.

This old man is none other than the great businessman Gould.

Now, he can already foresee his own death...

The three large ships were successfully anchored in the natural shelter of Tombstone Island.

"It's strange, there aren't many boats here, what's going on?!"

Rurik was beeping, and it was Goedelund who pointed out: "The king always has more important things to deal with, ignoring that it is the Swedish autumn harvest, and merchant ships from all walks of life are going to the lake area to wait to transport food. For a while, here

Naturally empty.”

After hearing his explanation, Rurik slapped his thigh: "Hey, I really forgot! It seems that I haven't visited my hometown for a long time."

Rurik thought a lot in an instant. On this Tombstone Island were buried the fallen soldiers of the Russians' first expedition thirteen years ago. Since then, Russia has officially started its expansion. The years have been calm and ruthless. That is the most terrifying weapon.

He took away many old friends.

Today's weather was only slightly better than the previous few days. Feeling sad, he couldn't help but think of some old friends.
Chapter completed!