A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 223. Chapter 223

As it approached the evening, the sun was gradually sinking to the west, and the cavalry team of a hundred men had stopped moving forward and landed and camped by a small stream.

The cavalry got busy, the bonfire was quickly lit, and the broth in the copper pot set on the bonfire was boiled, giving off a strong aroma in this crude camp that was just built.

The small stream flows briskly, making waves of running water, and small fishes swim carefree in it.

Huimos was sitting on the rock by the stream, his jet-black boots stepped on the gravel.

The stream was crystal clear, clearly reflecting his figure.

The young man sitting by the stream lowered his head slightly, his honey-colored skin glowing like a wild beast standing in the desert in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The dark forehead hair slipped down in front of his eyes like silk, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, revealing a full of sharp aura.

The golden red eyes reflected the falling fiery red sunset, like flame-colored glass beads.

Obviously it is inorganic indifference, but it gives people a dangerous temptation and beauty.

Early this morning, Huimos left the royal city and led his subordinates to Menister City.

He only informed Xiemur about this matter.

Before the sun rose in the early morning, he quickly left the royal city without saying goodbye to Garlan.

He lowered his eyes, watching the briskly flowing stream in front of him quietly, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the green malachite ring on his left hand.

It seems to have become a habit of him. When the heart is upset, when he is anxious, he will touch it subconsciously.

He finally chose to serve Garlan as a knight.

He gave up the throne that could have been contested.

However, even if he had already made a decision, he was still…in the end.

In the deepest part of the body, there seemed to be a beast in a cage roaring and roaring, crazy and wanton, with an extremely dangerous aura.

As long as there is an opportunity, it will break out of the cage——

Huimos knew how difficult he was, and barely suppressed the beast that lived in him.

Tossing around last night, he suddenly didn’t want to stay in the royal city, so he left without saying goodbye on the grounds of rectifying the army in Menister City.

He needs to stay alone in other places for a while to clear up his chaotic mood.

There was a long hum from the sky, awakening Hiemos, and when he raised his head, he saw a dark eagle hovering high in the sky with its wings spread.

He looked at Anu who was taken away by him for a while, then lowered his head again.

On the fairly clean stone slab beside him, the bowl of boiled broth sent by his subordinates not long ago was still steaming, and he reached out and took it to his mouth and drank it.

Heimos had just drunk halfway, when sudden rapid footsteps sounded from behind him.

The knight whose name he had brought the broth just now came quickly behind him again and leaned over to salute.

“His Royal Highness.”

“what’s up?”

Huimos was still sitting on the floor and took another sip.

The knight on one knee lowered his voice and reported: “The priest of Sheemur sent a secret report, so that you can rush back to the city as soon as possible.”

“Oh.”

After drinking the remaining half bowl of broth, Huimos lazily responded and threw the empty bowl aside.

The knight gave the secret copy with both hands.

Hiemos was absent-mindedly watching the small fish swimming flexibly in the stream, while he reached out to receive the secret document at will.

The bright red ink pad is placed on the seal to ensure that the confidential document will not be opened by others before it is delivered to Himos.

The knight who was still kneeling watched his master tear open the seal and took out the secret inside.

He watched his master glance at the content on the parchment with a look of disinterest in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Just glanced.

The knight felt the air around him suddenly tighten.

He saw his master’s lazy golden-red eyes suddenly ignited in anger.

“What are those guys doing!”

Huimos squeezed the letter paper in his hand tightly.

His face is terribly ugly.

What the hell are the idiots in the royal city doing!

He only left for one day, and let Garlan–

The knight on his knees was a little dumbfounded. He couldn’t guess what the secret letter was saying. It turned out that His Royal Highness, who had always acted calmly and calmly, showed such an angry look.

He looked at the almost ripped letter paper in Heimos’s hand with an inquiring gaze, and suddenly felt cold all over, and his heart became tight. He hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at it any more.

“I’ll return to the King City first, you will stay here tonight first, and go back after dawn.”

The knight watched in astonishment as his master raised his hand with a whistle after he shook off such a word. Not far away, a horse grazing on the grass followed the sound.

The reddish-brown mane on his body was undulating in the wind, and it rushed to the owner in a blink of an eye.

Huimos turned on his horse, draped in the night stars, and galloped towards the direction of the king’s city.

…………

Prince?

Tapti looked at the empty bedroom in amazement, the thin blanket on the bed was lifted, but the teenager who should have been lying on it disappeared.

The windows were wide open, and the night wind blew in from outside, blowing the gauze curtains in the room endlessly.

Because the prince fell ill cannot be spread, so she stayed here alone this day.

She just went out and ordered the maid outside to bring in hot water and cook some porridge, but within a few minutes, the prince disappeared into the room when she came back.

The astonishment was only a moment, and the magistrate, who had already experienced countless winds and waves, quickly calmed down.

She took a closer look at the traces left in the bedroom, and then looked outside the open window.

A flower fell on the flowerbed outside the window, and traces of being stepped on could be vaguely seen on the soil.

Tapti knew it all at once.

She turned around, intending to let the guards guarding outside to inform Xiemur to come.

But before leaving the hall, there was a rush of footsteps.

As soon as the magistrate looked up, she saw the long, familiar figure hurriedly approaching her.

His Royal Highness Huimos.

Seeing the sullen expression of Heimos who walked quickly, Tapti’s heart jumped.

Speaking of which, she was still thinking during the day that Prince Gallan fell ill and didn’t see this one appearing, which was really strange.

Huimos passed by her, as if he hadn’t seen her at all, and walked straight into the inner bedroom.

Tapti turned around subconsciously, followed and re-entered the bedroom, and closed the bedroom door.

After she entered, she saw Hiemos, who was standing in front of the door, slowly moving his gaze from the empty bed to the open window.

“The prince should be awake.”

Tapti said, “He left by himself. With a body like him, I don’t know where he went, His Royal Highness, we must find him quickly…”

“no need.”

Gazing fixedly at the open window, Huimos said, “I know where he went.”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Tapti to answer, he propped his hand and jumped directly out of the window.

But within a few breaths, his back disappeared into the vast night.

…………

The hall made of snow-white jade stood quietly in the night, deserted, without a trace of breath.

It is the exact opposite of the bright and brilliant golden palace.

In this hall, even if it is brightly lit, it seems to feel a chill deep into the bones.

The White Palace, the palace of the dead.

When Huimos walked into this huge white hall, the icy white overwhelmed him.

Pale.

The translucent soft white gauze was scattered around the main hall, gently swaying with a little breeze.

The huge white stone pan was placed on both sides with huge ice cubes, making the temperature in this hall much colder than outside.

The one-person incense burners placed on both sides exude a faint fragrance, lingering in the hall.

At the end of the Snow White Palace, a turquoise peacock stone coffin was placed on a high platform.

In the green, complex and delicate lines are carved on it, and the gold blended into the fine lines flashes with the luster of flowing gold under the light.

On the wall behind the peacock sarcophagus, there is a relief of a goddess wearing a white lotus flower.

She holds the red feathers and clasps her hands in front of her.

Ornas, the god of the underworld.

The goddess who guards the dead.

She lowered her eyes with pity, as if looking down at the malachite sarcophagus in front of her.

The huge white wings spread out behind her, showing a circular arc, as if guarding the great king.

Camos was lying in the cold peacock sarcophagus, and his body was wiped clean and changed into a pure white soft silk garment.

The dark brown skin carefully smeared with olive oil and spices glowed under the lights, making the lion king lying peacefully look as if he was just sleeping.

Countless flowers were scattered around the malachite sarcophagus, along the first-class white stone steps.

The boy was sitting on the snow-white stone steps, leaning against the cold malachite coffin behind him.

He was sitting in front of the malachite sarcophagus, holding his knees, his face buried between his knees.

Long golden hair hung from his slender shoulders, and the ends of the hair fell on the rocky ground around him.

The boy’s feet are bare|naked, and he steps on the cold white stone steps and the bright red petals scattered on the stone steps. The complexion becomes whiter, almost translucent and fragile.

A huge white hall, the hall of the dead, empty and without any anger at all.

It was terribly quiet.

The only blond boy was sitting alone under the huge peacock sarcophagus.

Huimos stepped forward, his dark boots making dull footsteps on the snow-white stone ground.

The footsteps echoed in the hall.

He walked to the stone steps in front of Garlan.

Then he leaned over, knelt down and knelt in front of Garlan.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the boy in front of him.

But before his fingertips touched the blond hair, his hand stopped in mid-air.

After a while, Hiemos shook his hand slowly and retracted it.

He clenched his fingers very tightly and hard.

The fearsome black knight on the battlefield clenched his hand fiercely, as if he didn’t know where to use his powerful power.

He half-kneeled in front of the young man who hugged himself next to the malachite coffin, seemingly at a loss.

He really didn’t know what to do, what to say, so he could only stay silent in front of Garlan.

The hall was very quiet, only the sound of each other’s breathing could be heard, and the fire on the stone pillar swayed on the two of them.

Maybe a long time has passed.

Or maybe just a short while later.

Finally, the boy who had been holding his knees and head buried in his arms raised his head.

Apart from being slightly pale, his face was clean, without any other traces, and no tears.

When he raised his head, the hair slipped from his cheeks like gold.

Gallan didn’t hide here crying, his expression looked calm, and he stared lightly at Heimos in front of him.

He even smiled slightly at Huimos.

“Huimos, you know what, I saved a lot of people.”

He smiled and spoke softly.

“Look, I saved you when I was very young, right?”

“When I was very young, I saved the children who were caught on the altar by the Teaching of All Things, many children…”

Gallan spoke very softly.

The golden pupils were slightly absent, as if they were reminiscing.

“If I don’t exist…you won’t be saved, the palace will start a fire, and many people will be killed in this fire…”

“If it were not for me, those children would be killed as sacrifices…the civilians would be rioted under the instigation of the Cult of All Things, and it would last a long time… it affected countless people, and then all of them would be suppressed and killed… …”

“At that time, the plague in Wiener City will break out… countless people will be infected with the plague and die.”

“…The Tasda mission will be destroyed in the desert. A war between Aaron Landis and Tasda will break out, and tens of thousands of people will die in the war…”

“The city of Tozes will be broken by pirates, and most of the people in the city will be killed by the pirates…”

“The city of Twyllur will be swallowed by a flash flood, and the entire city will be buried in the flood…”

Said young and young.

Sentence after sentence.

He seemed to pour out all his achievements at this moment.

He seemed to praise himself and talk about his importance.

Huimos didn’t say anything, he just listened quietly to Garland.

After talking for a while, Gallan suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on Huimos’ face, fixedly looking at Huimos’s eyes.

The man’s golden-red eyes are clearly blazing colors like flames, but they are extremely indifferent to everything in the world.

He suddenly asked, “Huimos, if there is no message from me, you would abandon the royal city, would you?”

Huimos still did not answer, his pupils were deeply reflected in the figure of the boy in front of him.

He looked at the strands of blond hair that were messyly scattered in front of Garlan’s eyes, raised his hand, and gently pushed it behind Garlan’s ears.

Gallan didn’t move, her eyes were a little dazed.

Although he asked that sentence, he didn’t need Hiemos to answer.

Because he had seen all those scenes with his own eyes in his dreams.

“That’s the will of the gods… They said, that’s the path of fate… Whether it’s me or…”

Either me or Brother Camos.

“Fate is already doomed, no one can change…”

Gallan closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes fell down and landed on the pale cheeks of the boy.

The lightly moving eyelashes at this moment looked like the wings of a butterfly that could easily be broken off, inexplicably fragile.

“So, look, if you didn’t have me, you would abandon the royal city…”

He whispered,

“I know… In order to preserve the army’s strength, you retreat to one side and let other countries fight on the land of Aaron Landis, and you will patiently wait for them to exhaust their strength in each other’s battles and sit back. The profit of the fisherman…”

“The King City is broken, and many people in the King City will die under the horseshoes of the Gasdad people…”

“When other countries fight on the land of Aaron Landis, countless people will be killed in the war…”

The young man said in a loud voice, laughing while talking.

His features are extremely good-looking, and his smile is even more eye-catching.

His smile is always warm, just like the bright sunlight that was born at dawn.

But at this moment, although his face was smiling, the smile did not reach his eyes.

“But, because of me, none of this happened and everyone survived.”

“Look, Hiemos, I saved so many people… I saved countless lives…”

Gallan repeated these words again, suddenly turned his head and turned sideways.

He looked at the huge malachite sarcophagus behind him, stretched out his hand and pressed it on.

The cold breath seeped in from his fingertips, and he pressed his fingers on the malachite coffin a little harder.

He digs down hard, like he wants to dig his fingertips into the cold stone.

His tightened knuckles were almost white, and the slender fingers were so hard that they would break abruptly in the next second.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, grabbing Garland’s hand that was pressing on the malachite sarcophagus.

Hiemos squeezed Garlan’s hand firmly and pulled it off.

He saw that Garlan’s fingertips were bleeding vaguely.

He lowered his head, put the bleeding fingertip into his lips, and sucked.

Garland stared blankly at his fingers being held in his mouth by Huimos, and the warm touch enveloped his fingertips, as if to dissipate the chill that he had just felt on the malachite coffin.

He didn’t move, but his lips tightened a little bit.

The bloodless lips were tightened like a straight line, and a strand of blond hair was also tightened.

Huimos let go of his mouth, still keeping half-kneeling in front of Gallan, raising his head to look at Gallan.

Gallan looked at him for a long time and suddenly smiled.

But in this smile, a tear suddenly fell from the corner of that slightly curved eye.

He smiled and said: “I have saved countless people…but I can’t save the person I want to save the most.”

He said, tears slipped from the misty golden eyes.

The boy seemed to be laughing, but the tears from the corners of his eyes kept falling on the back of Hiemos’ hand.

Scorching hot.

It’s like a broken bead.

More and more, more and more.

Uncontrollable.

Unstoppable.

Garlan sat quietly in front of the green peacock sarcophagus, with eyes downcast, his water-stained eyelashes fell on his tear-stained cheeks.

Tears fell silently from his eyes.

The white hall of the dead was silent in the dark.

The calm face of the teenager didn’t even seem to be crying.

But he was crying.

In the most painful way.

[I saved countless people. 】

[But only… can’t save the person I want to save the most. 】