Chapter 9
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This Revelation was utterly shucking to both Clover and Peseidon, the kings which people knew very little or almost nothing about, where legendary heroes of the past.
"but how could you say the kings including you were of both the past and present and still look this young" Peseidon said, "exactly" Clover chided in, then Darkovan explained to them how they died and how he was born in exactly a fortnight after their death, and only few that were selected of the council members knew about this, some of whom their responsibility was taking care of him when he would be reborn as a baby.
"But if I die a thousand times I will never be reborn again, then my domain will be celebrating my name instead of my father Damion Alehandro Portfolio which the council believes was the first king of the Darkovan's domain and that there were kings after him which was a mere fairy tale which gave the people a logical explanation for the celebration every fortnight" Darkovan said.
"So how many times have you been dead before" Peseidon asked, "I must say I have lost count but the last time i remembered was the three hundreth time" Darkovan answered their faces were wide with surprise as Clover said "b****y pillar of Mammon that must have been more than three hundred thousand years ago" Clover exclaimed.
Yes, Darkovan said and it's more of a curse than a blessing.
"My mind would suffer from this great knowledge I have received which divide od Foundation of life I ever knew Peseidon thought.
About Clover thoughts maybe we the people die and not reborn but with no memory of our past life"he giggled inside him feling maybe this was a right idea which was right.
Later that morning the three of them went out of the pub to continue their journey Ella held on to Darkovan's hand telling him not to go but he had to and he promised her he'll be back before she let him go why benefits of her face she walks slowly back into the pub as she waved him goodbye
Later that morning the three horses set off in a canter.
The domain of ideas was in great crisis as the government and his servants wrote In the city was a beautiful city he could see all kind of things he ever wants in the markets of the domain body markets too and chaos.
"What did I hear you say you block head"
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