A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The sky was gloomy, the sun had fallen to the horizon, the earth was dimmed, and thousands of lights were lit one by one in this huge city.

In a secret room, a man sits on a dark chair inlaid with gemstones, and his fingers gently stroke the jade ring worn on his thumb while talking to a person kneeling in front of him.

"Sir, things are going smoothly."

The kneeling whispered.

"According to the plan, the two gangs were secretly provoked, causing them to quarrel and cause confusion. Our people have successfully encouraged the little devil to do that thing, and the things have been secretly sent into the palace...I think it will be soon See the results you want."

"This time,'that person' is dead."

"At that time, no one will notice, they will think that it is just an accident caused by the struggle between the children, and the blame will also fall on the prince of Galland who is not sensible."

"well."

The man on the seat nodded in satisfaction.

He said, "Good job."

He turned his head and looked over the window, looking into the distance and toward the direction of the king city.

His gaze in that direction was dim, revealing a deep disgust.

"Keeping that **** **** alive will only cause me more trouble."

The extreme abhorrence of the **** made this man, who had always been proud of his royal sideliness, very attentive to manners and language, spit out a vicious curse at this moment.

He looked at that direction with a shadow, and his eyes looked like he saw the disgusting existence through the sky, making a curse-like sound.

He said coldly: "That little bastard...he should have died."

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The fat man Tal has been depressed recently.

Originally, on that day, His Highness Gallan said that he had a good relationship with himself (self-made brain), which made him very happy. But it didn't take long for him to realize that there were more and more people coming to His Royal Highness.

Taal is actually very self-knowledge. He knows that he has almost no strengths and what he can’t do, so when he sees so many people rushing to please His Highness Gallan, he is anxious, fearing that his status in front of him will be crushed by others.

What made him a little relieved was that although more and more people were pleased by His Highness, His attitude towards everyone was gentle, but that kind of gentleness was faint, and it didn't seem to have a special affection for anyone.

Huh, don't think he doesn't know.

Those who came to please His Highness wanted to be His followers.

However, no one can do the followers of His Highness.

So far, in addition to the Lord Kehos Knight, only himself, who was designated by his Royal Highness to accompany and read, was barely eligible to be called a follower of His Highness.

However, the fat man is still very crisis-conscious.

Although His Royal Highness does not accept new followers now, but one day someone who is powerful, or who will please His Highness appears... Then his position may not be stable.

No, he must find a way!

So, with a sense of crisis, Tal jumped up and down even more. He was a chubby little fat man, he was a bit stupid and cute, and he was flexible and sweet in mouth. During this time, he had mixed his face with the maid in the palace.

The little fat man looks harmless to humans and animals, and his sense of presence is not high, so few people will guard against him. Based on this, he secretly sniffed a lot of weird gossip, and then ran to Galland fartly, and told them as a joke to Galland, sometimes some The very strange news really made Garland feel amused.

Your Highness smiled so cute~~~

With such thoughts, the little fat man Tal firmly carried forward this matter as his career, vowed to be his pistachios, and made His Highness laugh every day.

It was said that in the evening, just after the meal time, he ran to Galland again, ready to tell Gallan a big news.

Compared with Tal's mental appearance, Gallan appeared a little languished and could not stand his spirit.

Because he would have that terrible dream every night these days. He couldn’t sleep well at night, and he couldn’t tell others why he couldn’t sleep. He could only find a reason to fool him.

So, when Tal came over excitedly, Gallan was lying on the jade chaise lounge, a listless look.

"His Royal Highness, I will tell you that something good is going to happen soon-"

"is it."

Garlan sighed lazily, still wondering what to do if he continued to have nightmares tonight.

"I know you are very upset recently. The Prince Huimus is always targeting you. He must have deliberately tried to embarrass you no matter where he is..."

Tall opened his mouth and cracked down on Heimus, but the tossing and turning was always a few words, making Gallan sound sleepy.

After dropping Prince Heimus in one pass, Tal came together mysteriously and whispered, "However, Your Highness Gallan will soon have fun watching. You can rest assured that someone will help you teach him a good meal. of."

"what?"

Lessons from Huimos?

Who has the ability to teach that person in this world?

Even now, there are probably only a few talents such as Brother Camos who can do this, but no one who can do this will be so bored to teach a minor teenager.

"Really, I hid behind and secretly heard the words of Sim and his group. They said that they got something to use that to teach Prince Huimus, so that he should not be so arrogant, to your Highness Galland Export gas."

"...?"

Gallan vaguely remembered... Sim's group was only eleven or twelve-year-old?

He sat up lazily, too lazy to say anything.

That group of imps wants to teach Hyimus... Actually, it's sent to teach people?

Tal moved closer, with a very mysterious tone, lowered his voice and said.

"It is said that Sim got the'demon blood'."

"what is that?"

"It's a terrible, dark thing." The little fat man said in a horror-speaking tone, "It's almost impossible to wash off when touched, and there will be pimples, redness and swelling where the skin touches your skin. All eroded into black."

"It is said that it is something that the blood from the demon from the **** shed on the earth. Anyone who touches it will be targeted by the devil and cursed. Whatever it does is very unlucky."

Garland: "........."

This is also a kind of superstition, whoever encounters the unlucky kind.

These people actually believe? Sure enough, they are just a group of imp.

He was so vomiting in his heart that he held his chin in one hand and spoke lazily.

"So they are planning to get that'demon blood' on Huimus? Make him unlucky?"

"Well! They said it was only finally obtained!"

Tal nodded excitedly.

"When I hid next to eavesdropping, I also saw the'Demon's Blood'."

The fat man's round face wrinkled into a bun as soon as he said it, showing a very uncomfortable look.

"I can't tell... it feels very disgusting... It's really dark and dark, and it's very sticky, it makes people feel uncomfortable to watch... Ah, Your Highness, I see that kind of thing, will you? Will be cursed, will it be unlucky these two days?"

Gallan was amused by the bitter gourd face of the little fat man.

"How is it possible, there is something unlucky at first glance."

Tal murmured in disappointment.

"Because it looks really disgusting, there is also a pungent smell, greasy like oil, moving like something disgusting creeping..."

Gallan didn't care much, it sounded like a group of children's mischief, I am afraid that it will only be taught by Huimus in turn.

Fortunately, those people jumped up and down every day, although they turned around themselves, but after all, they were not their own subordinates, but only schoolmates who studied together. It was not easy for them to ask or restrict them. Now let them be in Huy If Moss hit a wall there and suffered a big loss, he would probably be honest.

Anyway, the group of imp, even if they are together, will not be the opponent of Huimos.

Thinking so, the child who listened to Tar's chatter turned his head carelessly, and a red light fell on his face. It was the fiery red light at the last moment of the setting sun falling into the horizon, and faintly saw the traces of burning clouds on the horizon.

He subconsciously watched the tumbling fire cloud.

Red and red...

Like a flame burning fieryly in the sky, like a flame in his dream...

flame.

Suddenly, Gallan's eyelids flicked fiercely at the burning cloud.

His heart jumped sharply for no reason.

[‘Demon’s Blood’...]

[Dark...with an unpleasant pungent smell...like oil...]

Garland's eyes widened sharply.

A very terrifying thought that caused him to panic suddenly rose in his mind.

The fire of the setting sun came, and the burning clouds of the sky reflected in his golden pupils, as if in an instant, the red flames overwhelmed him.

Reflect his pupil into a fiery red——

"...Tal."

"Yes, what's the matter, Highness~~~"

"where is it?"

Garland had turned over and landed. His face was tight and his breath was tight.

"What? Where are you asking?"

"Sim, where are they blocking Huymus?!"

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Vail Atrium, that is the only way to return from the martial arts field, is a slightly narrow road.

When Huimus walked out of the corridor, the sun was almost setting and the sky was dark.

There are two rows of white stone poles erected on both sides of the road. There is a shelf at the top of the stone poles, and there are about two small braziers with large palms for lighting at night.

In general, the street lights used for night lighting are specially made olive oil lamps, which are more used and the fire is brighter. However, the road around this atrium is relatively spacious, there are no tall buildings, and it is slightly closer to the coast, so the sea breeze is relatively large. The bushes on both sides of the area are very dense, so there have been incidents where sea breezes blow down oil lamps and cause fires.

After that, the stone poles here were replaced with charcoal fire trays. In this way, even if they fall, they will not burn all at once.

However, because of the insufficient illumination of the charcoal fire, the stone poles on both sides are relatively close, almost one meter each.

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All afternoon, he conducted rigorous training on the martial arts court, and Huimos was a little tired now. He came out of the promenade and walked into the narrow path of the atrium.

The shimmer of the fire disk on the stone poles on both sides reflected on his cheeks, and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead, and the bruise on his arm was also conspicuous.

Just as he was walking quietly by himself, a loud noise suddenly came in front of him.

A group of teenagers about his age were facing each other, walking towards him, amplifying their voices as if deliberately talking and laughing with each other.

Heimus frowned, recognizing that the group of people who were in trouble with him last time did not seem to have met unexpectedly. This group of people may have purposely blocked him.

"Ah, Prince Huimus."

Pretending to have just seen Heimos, the dozen or so young boys saluted Heimos happily and then went on.

It was just that, while passing by Huimos, the two teenagers holding porcelain pots suddenly stood unstable and shook, throwing the contents of the porcelain pots at him all at once.

The distance between the two was too close, and the spilled thing was liquid again. Rao was the quickest reaction of Huimos, and he could only avoid half of it.

The black liquid splashed from the porcelain jar in the back of the teenager poured into his body, and the black liquid started from the place where his left arm was close to his shoulder, down to his left foot, almost half of him. The body is covered.

There was a pungent odor, and the greasy liquid that had splashed his half body, black paint, and did not know what was slowly flowing down his body.

The uncomfortable feeling on the covered skin and the disgusting smell made Huimos frown.

"I'm sorry, Prince Huimus, I accidentally slipped my feet, I'm really sorry."

The two teenagers who poured Heimus half of his body in black liquid looked down in fear, bowed his head, and kept apologizing.

"Actually let your noble body be stained with "demon blood", I am really a death sentence."

"Oh, what can I do, people who are infected with the "demon blood" will be cursed by the demon."

"It's hard to wash off~~~"

"It is said that it will be unlucky for a long time."

"I'll be stared at by the devil in the future--"

The teenagers next to him talked eloquently, which sounded as if they were worrying about Huimos, but the tone seemed to be gloating.

The young man named Sim who took the lead was even more straightforward.

"It was originally something that Highlander Garland asked us to find, and it was intended to be given to Prince Huimus. You didn't expect it to be sent by us in advance, ah, really embarrassed." He said with a grin, "You Wouldn’t it be because of this trivial matter that King Camos sued His Highness? After all, our Highness is still small, just kidding you."

Heimos just frowned, looking sideways, looking at the dirty black liquid on his body lightly.

What the teenagers said was hard to wash, contaminated, cursed, unlucky, etc., he didn't care about it at all-he just felt a little annoyed with the degree of this kind of little fart boy mischief.

However, the name that broke into his ear suddenly made the corners of his eyes jump abruptly, and his pupils contracted abruptly before slowly relaxing.

He couldn't see any expression on his face covered by the shadow, but his thin lips pursed, and the lip line suddenly became sharper.

He spoke, his voice very low.

He said, "...Gallan?"

Heimus suddenly made a noise and made them stunned.

Heimus didn't know when to stare at them, but his golden eyes looked like the deepest night, and there was a cold shimmer in his eyes, which made people tremble in the chest.

"Yes... yes! This is a gift from Prince Garland!"

Although Heimus saw hair on his back at the first glance, Sim dared and answered with a stubborn neck.

"He said that it would be better for you not to appear in front of him again. Where he is, you better stay away."

[This is His Royal Highness's order. 】

[Prince does not want you to be close to him. 】

The teenager's eyes grew deeper and deeper, and the lip line also became sharper.

He hung his head slightly, and the fine black hair was scattered in front of his eyes, casting a deep shadow on his eye sockets.

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Burning flame...

The dark water flowing slowly...

............The boy who was burned by the flame...

...

In previous generations, Huimos has been using white bandages to tie his arms...

...Every life...the pair staring coldly at themselves...like terrifying eyes quenched with poison...

[Sim they said they would help you teach Prince Huimus a lesson. 】

Demon's blood...

[That is disgusting, it is said to be contaminated with black liquid that will be cursed by the devil. 】

Do not! That is--

Almost with his life's strength, Gallan ran forward desperately.

Because the violently running breathless chest seemed to explode, the little fat man who could not keep up was already thrown behind him halfway.

Sweat stayed along the corners of his eyes and penetrated into his eyes, making his eyes tingle slightly.

But he was still running forward, daring not to stop.

Perhaps it was the second he stopped panting, and that terrible dream would be staged before his eyes—

If that is really what happened in previous generations, then this time he will stop anyway!

You can't let that miserable thing happen again!

Finally, in a sharp turn, the end of the promenade was ahead.

Near the exit of the promenade, he saw Huimus and other teenagers standing on the atrium road.

At the moment of seeing Huimos, Gallan's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

He saw that half of his body facing away from him had been covered with dark liquid. At this moment, the viscous liquid was still dripping from the teenager.

really.

He guessed right. The so-called ‘demon’s blood’ is black oil.

Then it is true that Heimus was burnt in his dreams-

Thinking of the tragic and terrible scene in the dream, Gallan clenched his fists.

Fortunately, it caught up.

The chest that was about to explode couldn't hold it anymore, he supported the post and gasped violently.

Fortunately, it's too late.

That terrible thing has not happened yet.

He caught up.

With such fortunate thoughts in his heart, Gallan, who gasped for a while, straightened up again, and hurried towards them.

However, as he ran forward, he was a little puzzled.

...Anyway, Sim, they have absolutely no courage to set the prince on fire...

Was it an accident?

He thought so wonderingly, ran over there, and walked down the steps of the promenade.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept across the darkened sky.

Garland's eyes widened sharply.

The sharp arrow shot from the dark glanced across the sky and reflected in his enlarged pupil.

The arrows in the dark fired silently from the dark, and swept through an arc in the air.

At the end of the arc is the brazier at the top of a stone pole.

Huimus stood under the stone pole—

Gallan's mind reflected in the arrow was blank.

That was instinct, or subconscious, he rushed forward.

Following the trajectory of the arrow passing through the air, rushed past.

Arrows galloped across the night sky.

That's too late!

It is impossible for people to catch up with the speed of arrows.

Garland's hand stretched forward with all his might-

With a snap, the arrow hit the fire plate on the stone pole heavily.

The impinged fire pan shook unsteadily, and suddenly fell off from above.

The red charcoal fire fell from the overturned fire tray, and the burning flame cut a bright trace in the night, and fell straight down to the teenager who was half-body poured with black oil.

Seeing that it will fall on the boy in the next second-

Someone rushed from behind.

Garran, who stretched out his hands, exhausted his life's strength and pushed Heimus away from under the falling fire plate.

The burning charcoal that fell from the night fell on the little child.

A few chirps.

It was the sound of burning skin fluttering in the silent night sky.

The burning charcoal imprinted deep black marks on the child's white skin.

"Gallan--?!!!"

The author has something to say: 　　 So the previous generations were more than just burning hands.

Half of the body's oil, the consequences of being ignited... you think about it.