Bab 200: New King of Wilyra

A collective gasp followed from the audience when they saw their king fallen on the ground with the spear plunged in his chest. Blood spurted from his heart and pooled around his body. 

Lazarus rushed to his father and sat by his side. "Father!" he breathed as a shiver ran down his spine. 

Viktor moved his lips to say something but he couldn't utter a word. The pain was immense and rippled across his body in sharp waves. He closed his eyes because he knew that he would be healed because of the necklace's magic. When he opened them, he saw Lazarus peering at him with wide eyes. "You…" he rasped in a very low voice. "You can never take this necklace. It is mine." He chuckled. "You don't know the magic spell."