But Babartan's voice was not loud and was not heard by others. He continued: "Don't be nervous, young man. I asked you to come today, and there was no malice. Even if I knew your identity - Istaniya, after all, was too big, so big that sometimes it would be exhausted to me, and I could not manage it."

"Do you understand this feeling?" The king turned his head slightly, just as if he was telling. "It is as beautiful as usual on the surface, but it is secretly dirty... I was full of energy in my early years and thought I could change all this, but in the end I couldn't change anything. Maybe it changed a little, but it didn't make much sense."

"...I am old and intend to pass my position to Alev. I may no longer see the future of Istaniya, and it is still a question whether its future still exists. But no matter what, just as the father handed this position to me, I will pass it on, just like the lights on this desert, which have been continuously passed on from generation to generation..."

"The origin of my throne was actually helped by some people in my early years. These people came from all over the world, including the Kaurin people and the Saint Selected. It has become a historical necessity for Istaniya's integration into Kaurin-Ishurien, but many people cannot see this. They will only bring this kingdom into a state of destruction..."

"Young man, do you understand?"

Fang Yu obviously couldn't understand.

He had no idea what the king of sand suddenly meant - Babaltan might be recalling the past, but there was no need to be in front of him.

But he felt a little bit that this king was different from his own impression. No matter what Faris said, the other party colluded with the blind follower still left a negative impression in his heart. But he did not expect that the real king of sand would be like this.

In any case, he was very different from those whom he had met such as wanderers and messengers.

This even made him doubt his judgment.

He looked at Alef on the side.

The eldest son of the king obviously had not yet come back to his senses from the previous shock.

Babartan also looked at his son and asked, "Alev, what do you think."

Alev hesitated for a moment. Even though he had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, he also expressed his first thought: "I will guard this land well, Father."

"The guard is far from enough..."

The King of Sand shook his head, but he didn't say much.

Below the platform, the light rising from the bonfire in the square was like a morning star. At this moment, it was rising slowly and almost reached a position flush with the platform. The starlight made the platform transparent, making everyone unable to help but look in that direction. In Fang Zhu's eyes, the dazzling starlight seemed to be close at hand.

The King of Sand also looked at the light, and his eyes looked down at the platform. The ritual holder had completed the ceremony and walked up step by step along the long stairs.

Babartan narrowed his eyes and said, "It's almost time, Alef, take your friends to receive blessings."

Alef looked here, was silent for a moment before nodding seriously.

But Babartan called him again:

"Wait," he turned around: "Young man, I will introduce someone to you and let him take you to fulfill your blessings."

Fang Zhu was stunned, but saw the old man in white robe next to Earl Nurman, and took a step forward at this moment.
Chapter completed!