"Sit here, next to me, while I can still talk and see your face." The voice sounded fragile and trembling, he had been lying in bed for quite a while, even though his body was weak, his eyes still looked sharp and filled with greed.
The man in the red robe entered the room belonging to the man who was already lying on a large bed with a luxurious roof.
The physically weak man began to try to lift his body, he was assisted by one of the male servants who arranged a pillow behind his back so that he could support his sitting position properly.
"I know this is a boring talk for you, but you have to do it shortly, I am tired of waiting and waiting, I am getting weaker with my age, I will be crushed with the waves on the shore, eternity is not with me," he said with arrogance still visible on the pale face.
"Servant, leave me alone with him alone, then call the queen after our conversation is over." Said the old man commandingly.
