A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 2. chapter 2

[You failed again. 】

It was so quiet as if time had stopped, a voice suddenly sounded, and the tone was extremely indifferent, without ups and downs, and there was no feeling at all.

That voice didn’t come from one place, but from all directions in this place, from the air, from the ground, from everywhere together, making it difficult to distinguish the location.

Sitting on the broken stone steps with his legs spread out and holding his head in his hands, Garlan raised his head, and his short, soft light blond hair had been scratched messy by his fingers in his hair, scattered messily on his forehead.

Hearing this sound, he sighed for a long time, his face was helpless.

Yes, he failed again.

With this sentence alone, plus this time, he has repeated it four times. Thinking of the first time he slapped his chest confidently to make sure he was done, he couldn’t wait to wear it back and slap the self at the time–who gave you the confidence–he wanted to point to the self at the time so badly.

Gallan stood up, he turned around, his eyes swept across the gray altar behind him, and his heart jumped suddenly. It was still the familiar altar, but it was quite different from what he saw for the first time. Although there were a lot of small cracks on the altar at the beginning, it was not serious. On the contrary, it made the altar look more ancient and vicissitudes, and it has a sense of time precipitation.

But at this moment, four deep cracks are splitting on it, especially the one that has just appeared that almost split it in half, making it look like it will be torn apart in the next second, becoming a whole useless. gravel.

——You have five chances to come again——

What the voice had said once again rang in the boy’s ears, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

Five times.

Only five times.

Now, there is only one last time left.

If it fails again this time, then…

Gallan took a deep breath, dispelled the terrible consequences from his mind, and calmed himself down. In the beginning, he just regarded this so-called mission of fulfilling the destiny as a game that could be repeated again and again. After two deaths, he began to become nervous. However, for the third and fourth time, he had worked very hard, or even desperately, to do it, and in the end he was still defeated by that person.

That person… is terrible, almost flawless.

No matter from which way, that person is absolutely crushing him.

Even now, Gallan couldn’t figure out what he had to do to beat that terrible guy.

That guy was really merciless when he started.

But Garlan had nothing to complain about.

After all, even his own brothers would turn their faces in order to fight for the throne, let alone turn up the eight generations of ancestors, he and Heimos have nothing to do with him?

He was established as the king’s brother, although he has no direct royal blood, but he has the nominal right of succession to the throne.

Although Huimos has not been established as the king’s brother, his grandmother has the direct blood of the royal family, so he also has the right to succeed to the throne.

It’s just that Huimos’s inheritance rights are lower than himself, who owns the name of the king’s brother.

Therefore, only by killing himself can Hiemos sit on the throne.

“Are your so-called gods really right?”

He couldn’t help asking.

“The Son of Destiny is really me, not the guy Heimos?”

[God can’t go wrong. 】

The emotionless voice replied.

Then why would the Son of Destiny be killed?

Gallan subconsciously uttered something in his heart.

However, in this place, even if he didn’t say it, the other party seemed to be able to hear what he was saying in his heart, and that voice immediately struck him coldly.

【Even if he is destined, he cannot change his dullness and hopelessness. 】

Garland: “…”

You, as the messenger of God, should be ruthless and undesirable. The four are empty and motionless. What’s the matter with this ridiculous tone?

The frustrated teenager couldn’t help but complain.

“That’s not all to blame me, I only have more than a year each time, what can I do?”

He felt that the time he went back was very bad. At that time, he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other party was a few years older than him, and the forces on both sides had almost taken shape. I don’t know how the original body did it. Anyway, his power is much weaker than Heimos. Only one year is not enough for him to change the power contrast between the two sides-especially when the other side does not make any mistakes and has no flaws. Under the premise, he was completely unable to start.

He was killed every time he couldn’t live long. This time he persisted for a year and a half, and he couldn’t make much progress than the first time he could not persist for a year, right?

He comforted himself so in the bottom of his heart.

Obviously the voice heard his self-comforting voice again, and then responded again.

【Ah. 】

Garland: “…”

I was wrong, please ridicule.

Thinking about it in my mind, the young man’s heart was awkward, oh, this sentence is probably heard by the other party again, I am afraid that he will be ridiculed.

However, this time the other party didn’t seem to hear his voice, and that voice didn’t appear for a while.

Gallan was a little nervous, he didn’t know what the other party was thinking, and he didn’t say anything. Did he think he was too wasteful and didn’t want to waste time on him anymore, so he didn’t even plan to give him the last chance.

The voice didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what to say, so he could only stand blankly, staring at the gray-white ancient altar that was about to fall apart in a daze. The breeze swept across the green canopy of the tall trees, shaking the branches and leaves, making a slight rustle. Scattered obelisks surrounded him, and countless huge shadows fell on him. Although there were all traces of weathering, no small gravel was seen rolling off.

After a long time, that voice finally sounded again.

[Ready to start again. 】

As soon as the words fell silent, Garlan only felt a buzz in his head, as if he was hit by a heavy object, and his eyes went black for an instant.

On the broken altar, the figure of the young man suddenly disappeared.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the gray-white altar suddenly burst, and in the next second, the whole thing exploded, and rubble splashed everywhere. And the countless majestic and tall obelisks surrounding them collapsed and shattered, one after another collapsed, smashing to the ground, and the ground shook violently.

With the sound of rumbling and collapse, soon, the original magnificent huge altar was completely in ruins, leaving only a piece of shattered boulders.

【……the last time. 】

That voice also annihilated along with the collapsed altar.

[You do it yourself. 】

…………

…………………………

When he was conscious, Gallan pressed his head with one hand and slowly opened his eyes. According to his memory, when he opened his eyes, he should see his gorgeous palace, snow-white velvet bed yarn, and kneeling beside him holding a green peacock feather fan embroidered with gold silk, gently fanning his enchanting posture. Beauty maid.

The wind brushed his cheeks, swaying his forehead. It is not the gentle wind that comes out of a fan, but the wind that only whizzes through outside, with the breath of water. I could faintly hear the rustling of the big leaves of the palm trees when they shook, as well as the scent of lotus flowers.

Gallan, who felt something was wrong, looked up, and was stunned.

What appeared in front of him was an extremely familiar place, the towering ancient and huge white walls, rows of green palm trees standing on the ground, and winding gravel roads with beautiful patterns paved by cobblestones of different colors. Coming in, he stood beside the strange stone sculptures by the pool made of white stones, his eyes were straight looking at the light blue lotus flower erected in the green lotus leaves, shaking slightly.

Isn’t he going back to the moment he was about to die?

You die at the start, how do you play this? !

Garlan, who was so scared that his entire body was erected, looked at it again, and felt wrong again. The fiery sun in the sky was shining on the earth, making this back garden extremely bright.

Before he died, it was obviously a torrential rain, and the heavy raindrops on his body caused pain, and he almost smashed him to the ground.

Another gust of wind passed by, and the chill on his legs made Garlan feel that something was wrong. But for a while, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so he could only put one hand on the strange stone sculpture beside him, and walked a few steps forward in confusion.

and many more.

Taller than him?

He remembered that this stone sculpture had only reached his waist before, so how could it be taller than him?

When Gallan turned his head subconsciously, he naturally saw his hand on the stone sculpture. The hand was small, white and tender, and the skin on the back of that hand was almost as white as glowing when illuminated by the bright sunlight.

No, no, his hands are not like this, he remembers it is not, his skin should be darker, and his hands cannot be so small.

To such a small extent, it is like a child——

Garlan slammed forward a few steps and stepped into the pool water.

As he lowered his head, he looked at the reflection on the slightly swaying clear water and suddenly opened his eyes.

Reflected on the water is a child who seems to be only seven or eight years old.

She had pale blonde hair, soft and fluffy, wrapped in her slapped face. Those small arms and legs, like lotus roots, were round and tender.

No, wait, what’s going on?

Is it a mistake? Did he accidentally rebirth on someone else?

The child stared at the water for a moment, dumbfounded.

But, although the age is very wrong, but this face, this appearance, a little bit older, it seems, indeed, really is a small self.

Gallan suddenly remembered that he had complained to that voice, and every time it was only more than a year, it was not enough to do what he did.

Could it be that because of this, that god’s messenger specially gave him some more time, so that he could be reborn until he was a child?

Another gust of wind blew across the water, causing ripples, and the little child shuddered, only to feel that his lower body was chilled.

…

Gallan finally understood why he felt something wrong all over!

He quickly brought his knees together and clamped his thighs almost in embarrassment.

The thigh was chilled by the wind.

Every time before, it was when he was reborn to fifteen or sixteen, so he didn’t think of it just now. Now, the thighs that were chilled by the wind, and the indescribable parts that were also chilly, reminded him.

it’s here

In this dynasty

According to the custom here

Children… yes, no, wear, underwear, pants, yes! ! !

Gallan clamped his thighs in an awkward posture, and covered the hem of the clothes that could only cover half of his thighs with her little hands. What kind of grudges, grudges, ages, and only one life were left behind, and she was full of no matter what. How to find a thing to put on underwear first.

Just as he turned his mind and tried to think about where to get the underwear, suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and patted him on the shoulder.

He turned his head subconsciously, and met a pair of very familiar golden-red eyes at a glance.

For an instant, not long ago, in this place, what had just happened suddenly flashed in his mind.

He seemed to have returned to the moment when the owner of these eyes used a sharp sword to pierce his heart and nailed himself to the wall not long ago.

His heart shook violently, his brain buzzed, and the shadow of death and memory instantly enveloped all his consciousness.

His body instinctively wanted to avoid the person beside him, almost staggering back. But he forgot that there were bumpy stones next to the pool, and he took a step back in a panic, causing him to step on a big stone.

Yi trip.

Garlan suddenly lost his balance, and fell backward, and fell to the ground with all his feet up and down. But just as he fell backwards, a gust of wind blew up the hem of his clothes that could only cover half of his thighs and opened them up.

So, when he fell to the ground with his four feet up and down, in front of that person… He almost instinctively reached out his hand at the fastest speed in his life and pressed the hem of the clothes that had been lifted by the wind down.

Thus, when he fell to the ground, he assumed a weird and ridiculous posture with his hands pressed on the hem of his clothes to block the key parts.

Garlan put on a weird posture on the ground: “…”

The young man with golden red eyes: “………………”

The scene was very embarrassing.