A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 264. Chapter 264

The sun sets on the horizon, and the sunset glows like fire.

Xiaguang enveloped the earth, covering the entire palace with a layer of fire.

Especially the exquisite wooden palace where Garlan is at the moment, because the whole is carved from deep reddish brown ebony wood, it is more and more lining the fire color of the setting sun.

In fact, Garlan came here once when he was a child.

At the beginning, the arrogant king searched the world’s precious woods, gathered skilled craftsmen, and spent countless assets to create such a wonderful palace, just for himself and his concubine to play.

Although later generations were dissatisfied with the emperor, they regarded this wooden palace as an extremely precious architectural art treasure and maintained it with care.

So even if more than a hundred years have passed, this palace is still intact and beautiful.

But, no matter how good this place is, to Gallan, this place really makes him feel awkward.

King Camos likes it very much, and often takes him to play.

Garland, who was depressed about this for a long time, told King Camos that wooden palaces were not as durable as stone palaces and were easily destroyed.

It would be a pity once such an ingenious palace was damaged. It should be used as little as possible and preserved as a treasure.

King Camos spoiled Garlan and felt that his brother must really like this palace. For fear that it would be damaged, he sent someone to protect it carefully, and he rarely took Garlan past.

Gallan, who had avoided this place, breathed a sigh of relief.

At that time, Huimos went to the Northland Army and didn’t know what was going on.

Now, he spent two days trying to find out which place in the palace Gallan likes best from Garlan’s attendants and maids, and finally learned that, “Your Majesty has liked it very much since he was a child. That wooden palace used to be too much and was worn out, and once dragged King Camos to not let him go there’ this news.

Therefore, Huimos decisively chose this place for the decisive battle that was of great significance to him this time.

——Such a misunderstanding, caused by this tragic situation.

Gallan had no way of knowing this.

At this moment, he was standing in the courtyard, looking blankly at the wooden palace bathed in the red sunset.

He was puzzled.

Why does Huimos always choose the place he hates most every time he woos him?

Is this a special talent?

Must it be so accurate–

If it hadn’t been for the knowledge that Huimos had no memories of previous lives, Garland would definitely suspect that the guy did this deliberately.

The boy who had been courted three times sighed.

Facing the forthcoming fourth time, he said that there is no wave in his heart, but his heart is tired.

Yes, my heart is so tired.

Although there was an urge to turn around and leave, he thought about it and felt that it was impossible for Hiemos to let himself go like this, so he had no choice but to walk over.

Stepping on the black and red ebony stairs and walking up, two huge wooden carved doors are in front of him.

The whole door is carved with hollow craftsmanship, and the patterns of the gods holding a banquet are carved with gold leaf in some places.

…

As the evening approached, a fiery red sunset reflected the earth.

Xia Guangguang shone on the boy who stumbled forward, illuminating his blood-stained clothes more and more red.

The messy short golden hair was scattered around his light brown cheeks, and the blood stains from his forehead slipped into the corners of his eyes.

He panted violently and walked forward reluctantly, pressing one hand tightly on his right arm.

His right arm was hanging down to his side, and his sleeves were soaked with blood. Even if he pressed the wound with his left hand, the blood from the wound still seeped from his fingertips, flowing along his arm. Come down, then, drip from your fingertips.

He walked up the wooden stairs with difficulty, and the grass and stairs he walked all the way left drops of blood.

The exquisite wood-carved gate is right in front of you, and the images of the gods are vivid.

The injured boy had no time to see.

For a moment, he almost fell down, grasping the carved pattern of the wooden door with one hand, and after a few breaths, he eased up.

Then he opened the door and staggered in.

Afterwards, the gate was closed from the inside, blocking the sunset fire from outside.

Above the carved wooden gate, the place where the young man had just grabbed–the goddess of winter and hunting goddess’ gilded hair was stained with blood.

…………

Standing in front of the carved wooden door in memory, Gallan couldn’t help but his eyes fell on the long gilded hair of the Huntress, which was draped over her bare feet.

He seemed to faintly see bloody traces appearing on it.

He paused, then opened the door and walked in.

A piece of crimson color came all over the sky.

Looking at it, the eyes are red, like a hot flame burning all over the hall.

The tongue of fire spitting out from all directions, accompanied by the memory suddenly pouring out of my mind, surged over the sky at this moment——

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………………

The boy was sitting on the wooden floor leaning on the carved column, and he was asleep.

A deep sword wound penetrated his right arm, and the blood couldn’t stop flowing down, and the floor where he was sitting was stained with blood.

A lot of blood loss made his consciousness blurred and his body gradually lost control.

Even if he knew his current situation was dangerous, he couldn’t move.

Even if he can move, where can he escape?

The entire palace has fallen under that person’s control.

He was seriously injured and fled here, just lingering.

……it hurts……

So sad……

The boy leaned on the column, his face terribly pale.

Opening his eyes slightly, he looked forward blankly.

…Is this going to die?

He has only been in this world for less than half a year, is he going to die here?

The young boy’s tight lips had no blood anymore at this moment.

…Want to go back…to his home…the place where he really grew up…

There, maybe the teacher is very strict, the classmates will bully people, and the exam is annoying… Maybe there are many, many bad things…

However, he will not be alone like he is now.

…Want to go back…

He hates this place, and he hates that person.

Why does he have to come here?

Why does he have to experience such painful things?

Why, he had to be killed by that person for something he didn’t want at all?

The boy curled up under the column, buried his face in his knees, and let out a low sob.

Cold, fear, unwillingness, and resentment all flooded his head.

The loneliness of being alone in this strange world enveloped him.

In the main hall, the afterglow of the setting sun shattered, shining on the young man curled up under the column and sobbing.

I don’t know how long it has passed. The sunset glow looked like a stream of fire, shining in through the wooden fenced windows, and the whole hall seemed to be on fire.

Do not……

Not like.

I don’t know when the thick smoke covering the hall spread over, choking into the nose and throat, causing the young man to cough in pain.

He raised his head, and the violently contracted golden pupils reflected red.

Countless fire snakes wrapped around black and red cylinders and ran up the wooden beams, making a hissing noise.

The wind that was blowing in the evening was howling, and the fire wave spread rapidly.

In the sunset, the entire wooden palace was swallowed by red flames.

The wood crackled when it was burning, and the velvet tassels hanging down from the eaves were burned to ashes, flying all over the sky in the fire.

The smoke in the sea of flames became denser.

The teenager coughed violently.

Even if you cover your mouth and nose, you can’t stop the all-pervasive fine dust.

Countless dust seeped into his mouth and nose with the air, making his breathing gradually difficult.

The survival instinct made him want to help the column stand up and escape from the sea of fire, but the body that had lost too much blood was no longer obliged.

There is flame in all directions, and there is nowhere to escape.

The heat wave rushed in, almost drying the blood in his body.

The scorching breath scalded his skin to the point where it almost melted.

He opened his eyes, his pupils were full of fire.

The harder and harder breathing made his consciousness a little fuzzy.

Bloody tears ooze from the corners of his eyes.

Looking blankly at the flames surrounding him, the boy’s face was full of helplessness.

With a bang, the wooden carved gate that was burning in the fire collapsed.

At the moment the gate collapsed, he saw the figure standing outside the fire through the gap formed in an instant.

The young man’s pupils were reflected in the sky of fire, and the rich redness seemed to have completely swallowed the extremely shallow golden trace.

The man looked at him.

The air waves raised by the sea of fire made the man fly in pitch black frantically, his original handsome face was gloomy even under the extremely bright light of the fire, exuding a deep hostility.

The man has been watching him.

Straight, his eyes were motionless.

The gloomy mist surging in the bottom of his eyes, blocking out all the light.

At this moment of looking at each other, the sea of fire seemed to be still for a moment.

At the last second of losing consciousness in the smoke, he saw the corners of the man’s lips suddenly rising.

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The wind blew up, blowing up the fiery red roses scattered in the hall.

The rich floral scent awakens Garlan, who is in his memory.

When he saw the fiery red covering the entire hall, a familiar scene made his dying memories of a certain life surging out.

The memory was so strong that it could almost swallow his consciousness.

Because that was the death he buried deep in his memory, the deepest and most unwilling to recall.

He came to Aaron Landis for the first time.

When he came to a strange world for the first time, he was unfamiliar with the place of life. He was nervous and at a loss.

Don’t know what to do, don’t know what to do, he is incompatible with this world and everyone here.

No matter how many people surround him, he feels that he is alone.

Because he does not belong to this world.

Then, in less than half a year, everything was over.

He died alone in the flames.

Even now, he still clearly remembers the helplessness and pain when he was surrounded by flames.

Also, the last cruel smile that Hiemos showed at him at that time.

Looking back now, the rejection and fear of Huimos may have left an indelible mark on his heart at that moment.

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When he woke up, Gallan could see that the large swathes of fiery red were not flames, but fiery red roses that covered the entire hall.

The fragrance of roses permeated the air.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in from the open window, flying the fiery red petals, passing by Shao Jia Erlan’s side, and then falling softly.

At first glance, it looked like a shower of rose petals fell in the hall.

In the hall, footsteps suddenly came from behind.

The sound was very soft, but it was especially obvious in the quiet hall.

Garlan turned his head, he saw someone coming

Hiemos stepped on a spot of fiery petals and walked towards him.

Seeing the other party approaching him step by step, Gallan blinked.

Then, suddenly, he smiled at Huimos.

The smile was gentle, but the look in his eyes was meaningful.

…

The beautiful young man leaned on his side, looked back at him, and stood among countless delicate red roses.

Just like a white deer stepping lightly into the blooming flame-colored flowers.

A few petals fell lightly from the boy’s side, and a few strands of flowing blonde hair that was blown up by the wind flew in the air, passing over the corners of the slightly raised pink lips.

He smiled at him, a piece of red flame-like petals flicked softly from the side of his white forehead, reflecting the red cinnabar pattern on the brow under the golden forehead.

That smile made Huimos’ heart miss a beat in an instant.

After a pause, it jumped frantically.

It’s like the heart of a young young man who has just opened his heart.

It is so nervous and disturbed, but there is a special sweetness in it.

-People almost drown in it like this.

His beloved boy is just ahead.

Gallan was smiling at him, and her smile was gentler than ever.

He had never seen Garlan look at him with such tender eyes.

Huimos suddenly realized.

He thought, it must be that Gallan had already guessed what he wanted to say to him, so he encouraged him with such gentle eyes that he had never seen before.

Because Gallan had actually been waiting for him to say that sentence for a long time.

Um.

It must be true.

The black knight who had made no calculations on the battlefield came to a conclusion with such certainty in his heart.

For a time, he was still a little worried, and his confidence suddenly increased.

Quickening his pace, Huimos walked up to Garlan in a few steps.

Garlan looked up at him.

He saw the red pattern between the eyebrows under the broken hair of the teenager, just like he had seen Garlan when he grew up, and made people unstoppable.

Hiemos leaned over, his lips softly resting on the red lines on the opponent’s forehead.

He held Garlan’s shoulders with very light strength, as if holding a fragile treasure.

Gallan said nothing, did not move, just stood so quietly, just looking at him with a pair of bright golden eyes.

Just so, Hiemos felt that his heart had been softened to a mess.

Suddenly, another gust of wind blew, lifting up patches of red petals, passing by the two people who were in the sea of flowers.

It’s now–

This is the best moment-

This is the moment when the winner is decided-

Taking advantage of the icing on the cake, Huimos broke his mouth.

He said:” —- ”

However, he said nothing.

He didn’t have time to say anything.

“I reject.”

The boy who smiled softly and brightly at him spoke first.

Answer in one second.

Simply neat.

In a word, the confident black knight will kill with one blow.

Huimos: “…”

and many more.

This situation.

This result.

It’s something wrong with what he imagined……………… No…… It’s very wrong!

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Nose pick

I said before.

Four rejections, each rejection scenario and the emotions contained in the two are completely different.

Therefore, rejection does not necessarily mean abuse~ right~~