The white-haired woman whispered, thinking.

At this moment, an anxious shout rang in front of the white-haired woman:

"Camille!"

The white-haired woman—Camille—looked up in the voice.

"It's Gabriel, what's wrong? He looks anxious?"

Gabriel rushed to Camille and asked anxiously:

"Camille, where have you been?"

"Just go to the 'Dixin God' to drink a few glasses of wine and relax."

Camille's student named Dominic is actually Dominic's adopted daughter. She went to the "Dixin God" to drink a few glasses of wine - Camille still has the financial resources to do this.

"Go home with me!" At this point, Gabriel's voice began to choke, "Teacher... Teacher, he seems to be almost out of reach!"

...

...

The Holy Hillan Empire, Alymura, Dominic's home.

Dominic, who looked extremely poor, was lying on the bed.

His breathing was very light, and he seemed to have less breathing than venting.

He already knew that he was almost out of reach.

After being defeated by Su Cheng four years ago, he fell ill due to self-blame and worries.

Because he has hired famous doctors and medications for all these years, he has been surviving until now.

But even so, it's still at its limit.

Even though he used up all the famous medicines and hired all the famous doctors, his health had reached its limit and he could no longer bear his life.

But he still used his willpower to support him.

He wanted to meet his three students who were actually adopted sons and adopted daughters at the end of his life.

At the same time, he wanted to make the last contribution to his motherland at the end of his life and make his last advice to his lord.

He had already sent someone to the palace and asked His Majesty to come over.

Dominic opened his eyes slightly and asked a waiter beside the bed:

"Have El and the other three returned?"

The waiter quickly replied:

"El is rushing back, and Gabriel is looking for Camille."

"Then... is his Majesty here?"

"Your Majesty... hasn't come yet..."

Before the waiter could finish his words, another waiter suddenly shouted excitedly outside the house:

"Your Majesty! You're here!"

...

...

Wahiri arrived in front of Dominic's mansion in a carriage.

For Dominic, Vahiri's feelings are complicated.

Wahiri's relationship with Dominic is complicated.

He doesn't like Dominic.

Dominic is a veteran. Dominic was fighting for the country as early as when Wahiri's grandfather was still alive.

In other words, Dominic is a veteran who has served three emperors.

In front of such a veteran, Vahiri naturally cannot be too presumptuous.

Because he could not be too powerless to do with Dominic, Vahiri always felt unable to let go in front of Dominic.

This also made Vahiri not very interested in getting along with Dominic.

But at the same time, Wahiri also likes Dominic.

Dominic was the first marshal of the Holy Sheran Empire. He worked hard and made great contributions and was a general whom Wahiri relied heavily on.

When Vahiri learned that he was critically ill and was about to die, he felt very sad.

When he learned that Dominic wanted to see him, Wahiri immediately ordered the carriage to be organized, and at the fastest speed he felt in front of Dominic's mansion.

"Let's lead the way." After getting off the carriage, Wahiri said directly to the waiters who welcomed him in front of the mansion.

Under the guidance of the waiters, Wahiri entered Dominic's room.

"Your Majesty..." Dominic turned his head and whispered to Wahiri who walked into the room: "I'm sorry... the official can't get up and salute..."

"No need to salute." Vahiri quickly walked to Dominic's bedside and held Dominic's hand.

A sad and sad look couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Dominic...how do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Xiaguan's body is very uncomfortable everywhere." Dominic said in a half-joking tone, "I may... not survive today..."

"Dominic..." The sadness on Vahiri's face became even stronger, "If you leave, I will have no one to use it..."

This sentence from Vahiri is the truth.

The Holy Hillan Empire has lost many military talents due to years of defeat.

The current talent in the army is in decline, and Vahiri's saying "no one is available" is not an exaggeration.

"Your Majesty..." Dominic's dim eyes shone with some light at this time. "The reason why the lower-ranking officials asked Your Majesty to the mansion was to recommend two great talents who were rare in a century."

"Oh?" Vahiri raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with interest. Parasitically asked, "Which two great talents are they? Are they military talents?"

Dominic lifted his trembling hand and picked up the two pieces of paper that had been prepared by his pillow early.

He first handed one of the papers to Vahiri.

The paper says - El Bernard.

"This is... the first talent I want to recommend."

Wahiri looked at the appointment on this piece of paper and frowned slightly. He always felt that the name of this person was quite familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, he finally remembered who this person was.

He was one of Dominic's students and applied to him several years ago to start the Musket Department.

However, since its establishment, Wahiri has no longer paid attention to its development.

Vahiri's impression of El and that he made great contributions in the "Harves" battle four years ago, and rescued many senior generals and quartermasters, including Dominic in desperate situations.

After El made such a great contribution, Vahiri wanted El to be transferred from a quarantine to a general, but El refused.

In desperation, Vahiri only promoted El from a third-class quartermaster to a first-class quartermaster.

"Your Majesty." Dominic continued, "Elta...is a military genius who has been rare in a century. In terms of talent, even Su Cheng of the Britannian Empire is not as good as him."

"If the country is invaded by a powerful enemy, Your Majesty can entrust important tasks to El! You can hand over the military power to El, and El will definitely not disappoint His Majesty!"

"Uh...this..." Vahiri stretched out his slightly frown brow and smiled helplessly, "Dominic, the talent you recommend... isn't it too young? In my memory, that El should be only in his early 20s, right?"

Dominic shook his head.

"Your Majesty, although El is young, this kind of talent is not related to age."

"...Okay." Vahiri put the paper with the name El in his pocket, "I will try to reuse his when I have the chance."

When Dominic saw His Majesty nodding in agreement, he would reuse El when he had the chance.

Then he handed the other, and the last piece of paper with the name written on it, to Vahiri.

"The next talent I want to recommend is her..."

Wahiri took the paper.
Chapter completed!