A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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In a trance, it seems to be dreaming.

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The body sank endlessly...falling down...like to fall into the abyss...

Finally, at what time, the drop stopped.

The teenager opened his eyes.

The pale golden hair stained with blood was scattered on his brownish cheeks, and the golden pupil reflected the endless blue sky.

Ah, the bright sky...

............ huge stone statue...

The thin silk shredded on his hot face, cool silk.

The water spray from the fountain splashed into the pool water with blooming white lotus flowers.

He saw the warm and beautiful face of the stone statue of the star goddess Isdar. The water slipping from her hand fell into the fountain. She looked down at him with full of compassion.

...

The body is heavy, as if losing all strength.

He climbed the stone wall of the fountain pool with one hand before barely standing up.

At this moment, his mind was very confused, like fragments of countless memories flying in it, making him wonder where he was and what he was doing.

He saw a long sword discarded under his feet. The sharp blade had shattered, and even the handle of the sword had cracked.

He leaned against the fountain basin, turned his head, and saw his face in the clear water.

It was a young, but sixteen or seventeen year old boy's face.

A light brown complexion, a gold ring embedded in amber gemstones was worn on the forehead, and light gold hair was scattered in front of the eyes.

He looked at his hand, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he was bleeding slowly.

There was a sudden noisy footsteps outside, as if many people were pouring in here.

He turned around.

Not far away, the two huge golden arches were intertwined with green olive leaves, forming an arch.

A tall black figure came from there.

The teenager's pupils shrank violently.

A sense of fear came out of his body uncontrollably.

An extremely dangerous chirp sounded sharply in his head, urging him to flee from the man in a hurry.

However, his body was exhausted to the extreme, and his hands and feet were too heavy to move.

He could only lean on the fountain basin, standing reluctantly, watching the man walk up to him.

The breeze swept over the young man's dark brown cheeks, lifting the lacquered black hair that seemed to be the darkest night of winter.

When the forehead moved slightly, the shadow of the forehead that fell on the man's eye socket also shook slightly.

Obviously, it has golden eyes with flame color. At the moment, under the bright sunlight, it seems that it can't fall into it, even a little glimmer.

The shaking shadow in the pupil stained those eyes like an abyss.

He watched the boy's gaze without a trace of temperature, like the most cruel winter, quenched with poison, with the cold breath like the Cobra King, the coldness could almost penetrate into the bone.

The man stood there motionless, just staring at him like that.

The teenager leaned against the fountain pool behind him, breathing slightly, his vision blurred.

He could only vaguely see that ten or so people came in behind him and surrounded him in a fan shape.

"You have lost."

Someone was talking to him like this.

He turned his head slightly, and with a vague sight, he vaguely saw a man in a light blue shirt.

...That's...Hyimos's confidant...

"So, please stop struggling."

The man in blue said with a slightly ironic tone, "Prince Galland, how much can you maintain your decentness as the royal family of Aaron Landis?"

At this time, under this situation, perhaps only this person can continue to speak in such a vicious tone...

The teenager thought so in a trance.

struggle?

He really had no strength to struggle anymore.

Just standing in this way, it was his last insistence.

he thinks.

This time, he lost again.

The brown hand stretched out towards him, holding his head.

He could clearly feel the slight tingling touch when the rough fingers rubbed his cheeks, as if reminding him that waiting for him was another death.

He was unable to resist.

The next second, the boy was pressed heavily on the fountain pool, his lower body was still standing, his waist was against the fountain pool, but his upper body was pressed back, and the golden hair sank into the water of the fountain pool in this instant.

The white bottle came to his lips, and a hand was pinching his chin, forcibly opening his mouth with the force that almost crushed his jaw.

Cold liquid poured into his forced mouth.

He looked up at the bright sky and the pitying gaze of the goddess overlooking him...

Drops of water falling from the hand of the goddess stone splashed on his face, cool, like tears falling from the eyes of the goddess...

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The cold liquid poured into his throat, but it was like a lit flame, burning fiercely in his throat.

Where it passed, it was like a hot flame burning.

The hand that pressed him was released, and he fell heavily on the ground.

The teenager's slender body curled tightly on the ground, and he closed his eyes in pain.

It was so pale that there were no traces of **** lips opening and trembling, but there was no sound, as if he could not breathe.

His hands clenched his chest hard, and he cut out blood on his neck and collarbone.

He was trembling with pain.

No one spoke, and at this moment, everyone was silent.

They watched the last moment of the dying young prince in silence.

Even the man who had always been known for his poisonous tongue kept silent at this time, but looked at it with a complex look.

Their loyal master stood in front of them, looking down on the young boy shaking with pain under his feet. No one could see the look in the eyes of Huimus at the moment.

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Consciousness disappeared a little bit...

The sight is blurry.

That’s fine, so I don’t feel the pain that seems to have countless flames licking and swallowing the flesh and blood in his body...

...He died in this man's hand again...

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pain.

It hurts...

But no one can talk.

No one is there... No one is around him...

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In the silent courtyard, there was a sudden rush of footsteps, as if someone had rushed from outside.

Then, when approaching, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

Suddenly stopped footsteps restored the courtyard to deathly silence.

The teenager opened his eyes slightly, and saw the familiar figure under the thin eyelashes.

His tan, slightly curly hair was draped over his shoulders, but his tall, tall body was wrapped in a robe. His vague sight could not see the face of the man, and he could only vaguely see the man's eyes.

The man looked down at him, with a cold, indifferent look.

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Standing there so coldly, looking down on him from the top.

...Sherman...

you are right.

[You can't win Huimus. 】

I lost again.

you are right.

I can't win him.

I have always been annoyed, and I have been very unwilling, why do you betray me, why do you want to leave me.

...

You just made the right choice.

The trance's consciousness finally dissipated completely, and darkness fell before his eyes.

The teenager lying on the ground closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

**The blond hair was on his cheek, and the blood oozing from the corners of his lips was still flowing down his pale cheeks.

He is dead.

The throne will be attributed to Huimus.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up from the sky. The wind swept across the pool of water and caused deep folds. The white lotus was swaying in the wind as if it were to fall in the waves.

There is silence at this moment between heaven and earth.

The wind also blew through the long curly hair of Xie Muer standing there motionless.

I don't know how long after that, Huimus turned and took a step.

He passed by Xie Muer standing behind him, and then stopped again.

The priest who had been quietly standing finally moved.

He stepped forward, walked to the dead young prince, leaned over and knelt on one knee.

He reached out and seemed to want to touch the pale face with a little childishness.

But his finger stopped a second before he touched the other person's cheek. He stopped in the air, as if an invisible diaphragm blocked his hand.

After a long time, the fingertips hovering over the cheeks of the teenager shivered slightly and finally fell.

Blood oozing from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and corners of his lips stained the fingertips of Xiemuer.

Xie Muer knelt on the ground, bowed his head, his face still could not see any expression, his eyes seemed to have lost all the luster, leaving only a silence.

"Don't you finally cover up, Xiemuer."

The man in blue sneered and said.

"Your Mingli loyal to His Highness Hiemos, but secretly helping Prince Galland in secret, I really thought I didn't know? If it weren't for you, this weak prince wouldn't be able to sustain for so long, heh, it cost us so much. Long time."

All along, this Xiemuer nominally committed to His Royal Highness, but in the secret time and time again and again, he helped Prince Galland escape the trap set by him.

He really couldn't figure it out. It was obvious that this man was carrying the name of a traitor on Prince Gallan's side, and was despised by everyone there. What was the reason for this?

He even found out vaguely that Xiemuer was secretly plotting things that were bad for His Highness. It's just that this man is too cautious, he can't catch his horse.

This time, he managed to transfer Xie Muer away from the royal city, and he was able to successfully arrange the killing of Prince Galland.

At this moment, he was a little proud.

He and Sherman grew up together, and he has been secretly fighting against it, but he always lost more or less to Sherman.

Now, he finally won once.

He taunted: "Xie Muer, you as a priest of Samash, but did this kind of violation of the doctrine of trampling oath, what qualifications do you have to serve Samash--"

Half of the words suddenly stopped abruptly.

The blue man's throat seemed to be pinched by a large invisible hand, and his voice snapped in his throat.

The sudden cry choked his words, and he opened his mouth, revealing incredible eyes.

Others were petrified at this moment and stayed in place.

The priest kneeling on the ground was crying.

The priest of Shamash, who was used to showing people with indifference, fortitude, and as if he never knew what his feelings were, was crying in silence before the crowd at this moment.

His original neat robe was stained with mud at the moment, crumpled and scattered on the ground.

His original clean hands held the dead boy tightly, his palms covered with blood and dust.

The wet blond hair mixed with blood stains pressed tightly against his cheek.

The tears falling from his eyes fell on the boy's pale face.

That seemed to have been abandoned by him for more than twenty years... or the emotions belonging to humans that had been sealed in the bottom of his heart for more than twenty years.

Tear him to pieces.

Let him lose control at this moment.

He held the dead boy in his arms tightly, as if he had lost everything, as if he had completely collapsed and cried out.

The blue man was very surprised, and was a little caught off guard.

Having known Xie Muer for so many years, he has never seen this person's face change much.

Unexpectedly, the first time I saw it, it was so out of control.

"Xie Muer, you, you are..."

He didn't know what to say for a while. For the first time in his life, his clever tongue was tied.

"He is dead, you admit your mistake... well... as long as you admit your mistake, I will plead for you, so that His Royal Highness will not hold you accountable, as long as you will assist His Highness well in the future, I will..."

He was chattering, and suddenly heard a sonorous sound.

That was the sound of a sharp blade.

He turned his head and saw that his young master had drawn a sword from his waist.

The sheathed snow-white blade refracted the cold light in the sunlight.

The blue man was stunned, and then hurried forward to stop.

"Wait a minute, Your Highness." He said anxiously, "Xie Muer's ingenuity and Wu Yong have always been comparable to me, so it's a pity to kill it. Please give me a little time, I will persuade him to submit to you... …"

"It's useless."

A low voice interrupted the man in blue, pushing him away with one hand.

Huimus said: "You can't persuade him."

The cold gold-red eyes stared at Xie Muer's back, even in the bright sunlight, his eyes were always sinking into the rich darkness.

The light does not enter, the shadow follows.

He said: "Since you are loyal to him, accompany him to the kingdom of the dead."

The sword turned its head, and passed a cold light in the air.

Huimus did not even turn around.

He just stood sideways, holding back the long sword and stabbing backwards.

The sharp blade penetrated Xie Muer's heart.

The drop of red blood rolled off the tip of the sword that had penetrated his chest, staining the pale corners of the teenager in his arms.

Heimus pulled out the sword and inserted the **** blade into the scabbard.