Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 90 Father and Son

Chapter 91 Father and Son

"I see. So, in the gladiator rebellion fabricated by Teacher Zhou Yun, you successfully led every gladiator to safely escape from the city of Daisia."

Connor smiled and drew his bow, shooting an arrow at a deer in the forest.

But he shot off course, the arrow striking a nearby rock with a crisp sound. The fawn, startled, fled and hid behind a tree.

Upon seeing this, Robert Guilliman raised his bow and arrow with a speed that dazzled Connor.

Then, the bowstring snapped as the bow was drawn and the arrow was nocked, the bow was pierced by the crack, and the arrow made a deafening explosion, piercing through three or four trees, leaving a round hole the size of a bowl in the trunk, and hitting the fleeing deer.

The fawn's head was pierced by an arrow, and an explosion was heard. The area above its neck disappeared completely, leaving only splattered flesh, blood, and bone fragments on the grass, emitting white smoke, as proof that it once had a head.

Connor covered his face and shook his head, letting out a few helpless laughs.

Yodon was always worried that it might be unsafe for him and his son to go hunting without guards.

Connor, on the other hand, would rather his political enemies be stupid enough to attack him now.

In this way, Robert could achieve his initial plan: to eliminate them physically.

That kid was truly terrifying. Faced with Connor's political enemies, this kid offered a simple and decisive solution: kill!

"But there was one thing that was beyond my control."

Robert tied the fawn's carcass to the horse's back and said to Connor, "Anglon irrationally went back to save Zhou Yun."

"If it weren't for Teacher Zhou Yun providing a new and more detailed map, there would have been a 32% chance that he would have been enslaved again by a high-level rider."

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"Even with that map, there's still a 3.2% chance he won't be able to escape Diya."

"I've even prepared to have him and Teacher Zhou Yun sneak into Daisy's sewers."

"If my original plan had been followed, the probability of Angron being enslaved would have been only 0.004%."

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"The price is sacrificing Professor Zhou Yun?" Connor asked Robert Guilliman.

"Yes, just as Professor Zhou Yun said, his life is something that can be sacrificed."

"From the perspective of value exchange, the security of Angron is undoubtedly more valuable."

Connor increasingly felt that Zhou Yun was a good teacher; he could stimulate Robert's thinking and guide him to reflect on the bad parts of his original thinking.

"What did Teacher Zhou Yun say about Anglong?" Connor asked.

"He said it's because they're brothers! That's completely irrational!" Robert looked distressed.

"What if... what if it were me?" Connor asked softly, "What if it meant sacrificing me to save Angron's life? Or rather, to save yours?"

Robert Guilliman stared wide-eyed at Connor with an incredulous look.

"This is different! You are important!"

Connor laughed when he saw Robert being so stubborn for the first time.

"But you are far more important than me."

"Or, what if it's Mrs. Euton who has to sacrifice herself?"

Robert Guilliman lowered his head and remained silent.

"Look at you, child, you're not being rational either, are you?"

Connor gently patted Guilliman on the shoulder and said with a smile, "My child, it's not difficult to disregard life and death, let alone courage."

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"Humans are amazing creatures. What makes a person is not blood and flesh, but their dreams, their bitterness, and..."

His love, his hatred, his likes and dislikes, his feelings and thoughts.

"When you don't understand these things, it's easy to accept someone's death, but when you get to know them, hear them talk about their dreams, laugh at the same jokes with them, and talk about their loved ones, they become a part of your life, and their death is like a part of you dying permanently. That's when it becomes very difficult to accept their death."

"If you are an ordinary person, it is enough to make the people you love a part of your life."

"But, my child, if you are a monarch, you must always remember that each of your subjects has a complex and precious life, and that every life is equally valuable."

"Your people entrust their lives to you, so each of your people is a part of your life. No one should be sacrificed, and no one is worthy of sacrifice. You should see their deaths as you see mine."

"If you have to sacrifice your people, you should remember them as you would have to sacrifice me, always remember that it was your mistake, always remember that it was a part of your life that was killed."

The young child remained silent, but Connor knew that this was a sign that the child was thinking.

He was born superior to other humans. His creator endowed him with power beyond life and death, and intelligence surpassing all humans, but did not teach him what life and death are, or what it means to be human.

Perhaps its creator was also a being who was above other humans, who only bore the death of others, but never faced death himself... What a pitiful being.

At the same time, Kang Nuo became increasingly satisfied with Zhou Yun as a teacher.

He believes that Zhou Yun's fictional gladiator escape was intended to teach Robert Guilliman about life and death, sacrifice and salvation.

"Then, if a person has multiple lives, can he be sacrificed?" the child asked after thinking for a while.

The fawn's carcass hung behind him, its blood falling onto the grass, the remaining life force in the corpse rapidly fading away.

Fragile life.

Looking at the fawn and listening to the child's words, Connor understood that, for this child, all living beings in the world were just as fragile as the fawn.

"I think this is also what your teacher wanted to warn you: your life is stronger than others'. Sometimes I wonder: are you really a mortal being?"

"But, my child, if you take your life lightly, if someone with multiple lives takes his life lightly, if he treats his life as currency, if that person is a monarch, then it will be a disaster."

"Then he will eventually discover that, for humanity as a whole, there are actually hundreds of millions of lives that can be sacrificed, hundreds of millions of lives that can be used as currency."

Robert Guilliman remained silent; he was thinking, accepting, and judging, becoming a human being.

His creator shaped him into a monarch who was beneficial to humanity as a whole, but Connor wanted him to be a monarch who was beneficial to the vast majority of human individuals.

To Connor's relief, Robert was a good boy, and he was becoming the person Connor had hoped for. "Boundless darkness!" Connor exclaimed as a Macuragian Hera cat emerged from the forest, presumably attracted by the blood flowing from the fawn.

But the leopard cat let out a mournful howl the moment it saw Robert, knowing it had encountered an even more terrifying predator, and quickly darted back into the forest to escape.

But the scent of the leopard cat startled the horse beneath Connor, causing it to stagger and lose its balance, and Connor fell heavily off its back.

"Father!!"

Robert panicked and quickly fell off his horse.

"Ah..." Connor groaned softly, his hand covering the wound on his arm, which was more than ten centimeters long and was bleeding profusely, staining his clothes red.

Robert Guilliman's finger stopped two or three centimeters from the wound, and the child looked at the wound as if struck by lightning.

"...Father," Robert called softly.

The child realized something, something he had always known but had always avoided thinking about.

His adoptive father, the one who taught him what life is, was a life far more fragile than his own.

He will die, his own father will die, he will die before him, leaving him alone in this world.

No one could understand her like he did, no one could love her like he did, not even Mrs. Euton's love could make up for the absence of her father...

Robert Guilliman covered his father's wound with his hand, and at that moment he prayed that he had extraordinary power to make the wound disappear and to make Connor live forever.

But reality hasn't changed; Connor's wounds remain.

Tears welled up in Robert Guilliman's eyes.

"Child..." Connor smiled gently, took a silver coin that shimmered with silver light from his pocket, and placed it in Robert Guilliman's palm.

Robert saw Connor's face imprinted on the silver coin, as if time itself had been frozen...

"Before I became consul, the dinar had depreciated drastically, with each dinar containing less than five percent silver. After becoming consul, I spent several years reforming the currency system, increasing the silver content, and restoring its credibility..."

"Ultimately, the dinar regained its rightful value; this is my achievement, and it will not easily disappear after my death."

"This silver coin is part of Macurag, something more eternal and more enduring than I am."

"I have poured all my spirit, all my soul, into this silver coin, into Makurag."

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"My spirit is the spirit of Mackrag, my soul is the soul of Mackrag, and my virtues are the virtues of Mackrag."

"I am Mackrag. After I die, I will merge into Mackrag along with all those who have contributed to it, becoming an eternal part of this world."

"You must cherish life, but do not fear death. Those who have truly lived will not die; they will live on forever with Makula and with this world."

"As long as Macurag exists, I will always be with you."

The silver coin gleamed in Robert Guilliman's palm. Looking at the coin, Guilliman seemed to truly feel the power of eternity within it, and the soul of his father. He gripped the coin tightly.

"Alright! Help me onto the horse, we should go home."

"But you should be prepared. Trust me, Mrs. Euton will definitely give us a good scolding when she sees this wound."