Pirate's Amplifier

Chapter 137 135. Walpo's behavior of "bringing a filial son"~ (Please subscribe! Please ask for a monthly ticket! Please ask for a recommendation ticket!)

Walpo returned to the old king's room and took care of the old king.

He took care of the old king to fall asleep again, and sat beside him, looking at the old king who was getting worse and worse, lost in thought.

Although the old king's health is getting worse and worse, the magnetic drum country is a world-renowned medical power.

Who knows when the old king will die under the treatment of those doctors.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

The king of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom controls the power, money, and army of a country, which has always been what Walpo has longed for.

He looked at the sleeping old king, and couldn't help but slowly stretched out his hand to the old king.

As long as he kills his father, the Drum Kingdom will be in his hands from now on, and beauties, money, power, and the army will all be under his control.

As long as a new law of his country is handed down, people in this country must live under his rules and obey his orders.

The more Walpo thought about it, the more excited he became. His hands were getting closer and closer to his father's neck. He glanced at the quilt covering his father's body, and grabbed the quilt with his other hand, which would be better.

Do this, and in the morning the news of the old king's natural death in his sleep will spread throughout the country.

As the heir, no one dares to doubt him, he will inherit the throne in advance and enjoy all the enticing rights.

At this time, Lucas and Monet, who were standing outside the house, glanced at each other.

In this world, many people cannot escape the manipulation of power and people's hearts, especially the children of royal families.

Monet moved his hands.

At this time, in the old king's room.

Snowflakes came quietly into Walpo's clothes, and Walpo's back felt cold, and he gasped for air.

Walpo looked at the window, which was tightly closed, and the door was also closed.

He touched some snow water melted by his body temperature from the clothes on his back.

Walpo looked at various places in the house in amazement, where did the snow come from?

He glanced at his father who was almost awakened by his exclamation, quickly covered his father with a quilt, got up and went out, and closed the door.

After Walpo walked away, Lucas and Monet came out from the corner on the other side.

In Lucas' perception, the old king was still alive and was not killed by Walpo.

"This bastard." Monet clenched his fists angrily at Walpo's unconscionable behavior. How could there be such a bad guy in the world.

"People's hearts are unpredictable, let alone the royal family." Lucas said helplessly, and then walked to the bedroom with Monet.

Fortunately, they stopped Walpo's beastly behavior of "bringing a filial son", otherwise the old king died tonight, and they could not escape accountability.

Even if they won't be kicked out of the Navy, it will affect their Navy career.

This Valbo is shiny black from top to bottom.

Lucas sent Monet back to her room, and without the guards noticing, he groped outside of Walpo's room.

Walpo used the doctor as a tool he could use at will, and Lucas had to teach the bastard a lesson.

Walpo got into his own quilt, and Monet's beautiful cheeks still appeared in his mind at this time, and he fell asleep with a smirk.

After a while, the door opened quietly, a figure came in quietly, opened the window quietly, and then the figure walked out without a sound, opening the door.

After a while, Walpo shrank back into the quilt, and the quilt directly covered his head.

But the body still couldn't stop feeling cold.

The cold wind blowing in from outside blew on the quilt, and the quilt was covered with a thin layer of snow blown in from the window.

Even though Walpo huddled under the quilt, he still felt a chill.

Normally, in this case, the unlucky guy would die in the cold within a short time.

But Lucas didn't do anything wrong.

He checked the patrol times of the guards in the hallway, passing Walpo's room every eight minutes.

Since Walpo fell asleep, the guards who had been ordered by the idiot to stand down were on patrol again.

And Walpo is as fat as a pig, with so much fat and a quilt, it is impossible to freeze to death in 8 minutes.

Walpo was getting colder and colder, but the guards passing by the door looked helplessly at the wide open door, and just about to close it, they saw the window wide open, covered with a thin layer of snow quilt
He hurriedly ran over in panic, closed the window, then pulled back the slightly hard quilt, and breathed out Walpo's breath.

"Huh, it's okay." The guard breathed a sigh of relief, since Walpo is still alive, then he's fine.

He used to be a guard by Walpo's side, but when he went abroad with Walpo, he saw this guy making a move on a foreign woman. Because of his obstruction, Walpo transferred him to the guard team on night patrol. Cromarimon, Valpo's faithful younger brother, beat him all night.

The guard was very "intimate" and didn't wake up the old king. After all, the old king was very kind to the civilians in the country, and his health was the most important thing.

The guard touched Walpo's head, it was fine, he couldn't die.

He slowly left Walpo's room, and slowly closed the door.

Go slowly to the doctor.

He was a "loyal" guard who immediately found out that Walpo was sick, and he found a doctor "quickly".

Well, as a loyal subordinate of the royal family, he is very loyal~
I don't hold any grudges~
Day two.

Lucas woke up early, and the old king came with him to the dining room.

The two talked and laughed, and the old king asked the guards behind him in puzzlement, why didn't his son get up?
The guard hurriedly told the old king that Walpo was ill last night and was under the care of a doctor.

The old king heard that his son was fine, he was just sick, so he went to have breakfast with Lucas in peace.

At this time, in Walpo's room.

Walpo was lying under the quilt, and the room was very warm, while a doctor sat on the side, tending to the sick Walpo.

The old king was worried about the country every day, and his health was getting worse and worse, but fortunately, under their care and medical treatment, he was fine.

But if they told the truth to the old king, saying that Walpo was seriously ill because of the cold at night, they were afraid that it would affect the old king's mood.

Sometimes, for a person whose body is getting worse and worse, under such advanced medical technology, the most terrifying thing to defeat him is often the blow to his heart.

One can't stand it, maybe he will burp.

These doctors know this all too well.

So I only told the old king that Walpo was sick and couldn't get out of bed, and needed to rest and recuperate.

"Seriously?" Another doctor looked at his teacher.

"Seriously." The old doctor nodded.

Nonsense, almost freezing to death, can it be serious?
Subsequently, Walpo fell into a serious illness, and it was impossible to sit up unless he lay down for a while.

(End of this chapter)