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Chapter 1971 The Soul Returns to Valhalla
Looking carefully, he found that the man's body was actually translucent, and he could even see the wall behind him through his body.

"You...you..." Karl XVI has lived for more than 70 years and has seen everything.

But he had never seen a ghost.

At this moment, he almost jumped up in fright.

But the man didn't seem to notice this, and turned back to look at the hospital bed.

"So, is this what it feels like to be dead?" The man looked at his body and murmured.

Karl XVI didn't know how to answer, or even whether to answer.

"You are, Karl XI?" Karl XVI couldn't help asking.

"Yes..." Karl XI looked down at Karl XVI: "The grand master once told me that I might see you, have you seen what I left for you?"

Karl XVI opened his mouth and said, "Yes, when I took the crown, I saw what you left us..."

Like the Danish-Norwegian prophecy stone, Sweden has its own "artifact".

But in addition to the artifact, Karl XVI also received a letter assigned to him.

Before actually opening the letter, Karl XVI could not have imagined that it would be a letter written by his ancestors.

And decades later, he still remembers the shock of that night.

After all, this ancestor is recorded in history as famously uneducated, uneducated, reckless and brave.

And Sweden in the era of his rule was even called the "Swedish Empire".

Let him really start to think about whether there is really a greater power above human beings.

And, how much of history is true?

Decades have passed, although Sweden has long since ceased to be the focus of the world stage, and the king has long since lost his real control, but everything mentioned in that letter still made King Karl XVI make a decision. Many tough but correct choices.

He even saw a letter designating his successor.

When he thought that there might be many things in that letter that he didn't know, he felt very fucked.

Karl XI opened his mouth to talk about the letter with Karl XVI. At this moment, over there, next to the servant who was busy grooming and the crying Karl XII, the boy who looked like Gu Xiaobai Turned around and walked over, looking at Karl XI.

"Should I...should I go?" Karl XI looked up and looked out the window.

The boy nodded.

"Is it time to really say goodbye?"

The boy nodded again.

"Can I meet Miss Moth there?"

"I'm afraid, I can't." The boy shook his head.

"Then, Grand Master, can you give me a ride?" Karl XI smiled wryly, "Actually... I'm still a little scared."

The boy nodded, then lowered his head, an almost gloomy tone sounded from the red and blue white erhu.

This piece was heard by Karl XVI.

Prelude to "Sunshine".

darkness before dawn.

The silence in Hades.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to go dark. In the darkness, Karl XVI saw a picture slowly emerge.

It was in a hall, several kings wearing crowns were surrounding a young girl, discussing something in a low voice.

These kings have different looks, different ages, and different costumes.

In fact, they are still in a state of hostility. Not long ago, they were still fighting on the battlefield until their heads were bloody, but at this moment, they are sitting together for the same thing.

During the discussion, a little boy ran over and ran to the feet of one of the middle-aged men.

The middle-aged man picked up the little boy and put it on his lap, but the little boy stretched out his hand to the girl opposite.

"Do you have memories of when you were four or five years old?" Karl XI looked at the picture with a particularly nostalgic expression, "Have you ever thought that a person you saw when you were four or five years old was enough to change your life?" lifetime?"

The scene turned and turned into a corner of the palace. A little boy was bending his bow and shooting an arrow. Behind him, a hand stretched out to correct his posture.

The little boy raised his head, looked at the girl, and showed a bright smile.

Yes, Karl XI was a participant in all that, and because he was too young, his father didn't shy away from him.

And he was also the last living participant who was at the scene.

The picture is changing, one day the boy came to the garden again, but this time, the girl did not appear.

The boy was crying and shouting in his father's arms. The king held the boy helplessly, and then handed a letter into his hand.

The following scenes are like butterflies wearing flowers, changing rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the majestic and mighty king was lying on the hospital bed.

Before the hospital bed, the king stroked the little boy's head, but gradually lost his strength.

The little boy was crying heartbreakingly, and beside him, the queen held the little boy in her arms.

Karl XVI subconsciously looked up into the room.

Karl XII is still holding his father's hand and is unwilling to let go.

Karl XI also turned his head and looked at his son.

"Tell me, was my father watching me at that time? Did he also have the heart to leave?"

At this moment, unspeakable depression lingered in the scene.

The heavy pressure made Karl XVI breathless.

For the first time, he looked at death from the perspective of the deceased.

And this feeling is so real.

"Tell me, is my father still watching me?" Karl XI raised his head, and at this moment, a beam of sunlight came in from the window.

So bright and so warm.

Sunlight!

Definitely the real deal sunshine.

This made Karl XVI particularly puzzled.

How can there be sunshine in such a foggy, cold and humid night?
But that beam of light was projected so warmly on his face.

Karl XII took a step forward, then turned back: "Do you want to come with me?"

No, I don't want to go.Karl XVI flinched.

You are dead, I am not dead yet!

"Come on, give me a ride." Karl XI stretched out his hand and grabbed Karl XVI involuntarily. The next second, Karl XVI felt his body lighten and seemed to become translucent .

He followed Karl XI out of the window step by step.

The warm sunlight projected on him more directly, dispelling the darkness of midnight and the dense fog that filled the sky.

In fact, for people living in Northern Europe, the previous night is normal.

How could such a warm sunshine appear?

At this moment, Karl XVI had no idea whether what he saw was true or false.

Did he fall asleep on the carriage coming down from the Sky Concert Hall?
Or...in fact, the person who has lost consciousness and is dead is himself?

He raised his head, and there was a faint shadow in the sky, flickering in the sunlight.

He squinted his eyes and saw the shadow getting closer and closer.

The slender white wings flapped, dragging the shadows under the sun, and the golden armor shone brightly. It was the Valkyrie holding a spear, flying down from the sky.

Valkyries? !

I am not wrong, right!
Karl XVI subconsciously wanted to draw a cross on his chest.

In fact, the three Nordic countries believe in Lutheranism, a branch of Christianity, that is, Lutheranism transformed by Martin Luther. The king's beliefs are written into the constitution, and in most cases, the king is also the domestic religious leader.

In fact, the "kingdom" of the entire European countries was promoted along with the process of Christianization. These beliefs from ancient Nordic legends belonged to pagans for them.

This is true for both Karl XVI and Karl XI.

But at this moment, when the Valkyrie descended from the sky on a white Pegasus horse, and when Gu Xiaobai's extraordinarily grand "prophecy" sounded, King Karl XVI still had a feeling of being so shocked that it couldn't be added.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the top of the sun.

At the end of the sunlight, there is a building shining with divine light, which is faintly emitting light.

Being held by Karl XII, Karl XVI felt his body fly off the ground, and followed the Valkyrie to the building in the clouds.

Hall of Valor, Valhalla!

Brave fighters practiced there day and night, waiting for the final battle.

When will it come?

What kind of battle is it?

Nobody knows.

But there is the home of the bravest fighters.

It is the eternal place of the soul.

It is a more modern and easier to understand existence than "Heaven".

The two slowly ascended, and Valhalla got closer and closer.

Suddenly, Karl XII stopped, turned to look at Karl XVI, and said, "That is where I belong, but not yours. You can't move forward, go back."

Karl XVI only felt that his body sank suddenly, and then endless darkness swept over.

In the ear, only the faint sound of music lingers.

……

300 years ago, in the same building, Gu Xiaobai woke up suddenly.

He saw Karl XII standing in front of the door crying.

"Your Excellency, Grand Commander, my father... passed away... He asked me to call you, but... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"I already know." Gu Xiaobai walked to Karl XII's side, stretched out his hand, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders.

The boy was only two or three years younger than him, but at this moment he was weak and helpless, and Gu Xiaobai couldn't help but recall the little boy he had seen.

Two days ago, he rushed from Denmark to Sweden. In the royal palace in Stockholm, he met Karl XI who was already in a semi-comatose state.

The effective communication between him and Karl XI did not exceed ten sentences.

He didn't know whether what he saw was a dream, or the final entrustment of Karl XI.

He's a physicist, but right now, he doesn't know what to believe.

"Your father, you have already told me everything that should be said." Gu Xiaobai recalled the scene he saw in the end.

In the hall, the little boy ran over and sat on his father's lap.

The drawings, maps, and everything beside it are so clear.

This is the message that Karl XI wanted to convey to him even if he was dying.

And he received it.

Received at the same time, there is also a responsibility.

"Starting today, I will be your mentor..."

Also, I'm not going to have to leave like a little moth.

I will be with you until you grow up.

Karl XII looked at this boy who was not a few years older than himself, ignorant and dazed.

"Really?"

From this day onwards, a lifetime of wars, because of the weakening of national power due to militarism, was known as a military genius and a great hero, and was derogated as a bully and a bloodthirsty warlike. Karl XII, who had won decades with Peter the Great, officially passed away. on the stage of history.

Future generations will not know what kind of teacher he has.

He also doesn't know that his teacher taught him everything he knows, but he is not his teacher after all.

And his teacher couldn't accompany him to the end after all.

When his students and close friends competed for victory, and history finally returned to its original track, he could only hide all traces of his existence and leave his hometown.

Not even his near-omnipotent teacher himself knows what the future holds.

Among the unavoidable choices, I gave everything back to fate.

"Come on, let's see your father off."

Gu Xiaobai walked to the window, lowered his head, and the fifth movement "Myth" of "North Atlantic Rhapsody" sounded.

He raised his head and looked into the sky.

The golden palace seems to be far away in the clouds.

The sun shines in the middle of the night, and the lost heroic spirits return to Valhalla.

……

In the early morning, Karl XVI was awakened by the warm sunshine.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a luxurious big bed.

The warm sunlight came in from the window and cast on him.

Karl XVI got up with some doubts.

If I remember correctly, this room is the room where I saw Karl XI, and this bed...

It made Karl XVI panic a little.

But the warm sunshine dispelled this feeling.

He stood in this ancient yet brand-new gorgeous room, looked around, and finally walked to the window, then stretched out his hand, and pushed the window open.

With a sound of "wow", the warm sunshine rushed towards my face, dispelling all the haze and doubts.

For the rest, there is only a feeling of warmth and even the fragrance of birds and flowers.

Even a king cannot order the sun to rise for him.

Living in several Nordic countries, one has to endure dark and cold weather, as well as weak sunlight that always does not shine through the clouds and mists.

But at this time, the sunlight shining on Karl XVI was so warm.

It's so warm that it's not like being in northern Europe, but more like being on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea.

"Am I dreaming, or... am I already dead?"

Even Karl XVI couldn't tell whether yesterday was real or not.

The misty palace, the witnesses of death and heroic spirits, and the souls of ancestors.

what exactly is it.

Maybe it was just a dream that was too real.

Karl XVI sighed, and then looked into the distance.

Then his eyes widened suddenly.

In front of his eyes were three royal palaces that should have appeared in different places, distributed on top of icebergs covered with ice and snow.

In the distance ahead, on the top of the iceberg, a golden palace stands majestically.

The sunlight seemed to be coming from the palace, covering the entire glacier, so warm, so sacred.

Valhalla!

Valhalla on earth!
(End of this chapter)