[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

During the dark days when the sun was not visible all day, rumors spread in the Huiyue Temple with the cold wind.

The most circulated is about the devil's eye, saying that Mason has been parasitized by the devil, but there are also some rumors about Loka.It is said that Lorca suddenly gained unusual power because he made a deal with the devil with a soul sacrifice.Loka has always been revered in the temple, and this rumor has been refuted by many loyal followers of him.But it is still occasionally circulated in the temple.

These days, Loka has been confined in the elders' exclusive meeting hall, and friends and subordinates are not allowed to visit, so there are new rumors that Loka has been suspected by the elders that he has made a deal with the devil.His Royal Highness Luoka may not be the original him.

"Nonsense!" Palmer snapped.Pete, the high-ranking guard, saw that he had a sullen expression on his face, so he stopped talking at the right time. He still had a lot of rumors to tell, and it seemed inappropriate to go on.

"The sacred duty of the guards is to guard Aranti and guard the temple, not just gossiping like a parrot in the woods!" Palmer reprimanded.

"Who the hell is talking nonsense!" Palmer said sullenly.Altai winked at Pete quietly.Pete took a jar of golden epiphyllum honey and left.

Altai paced beside him, "Your Highness, there must be a reason for the noise in the woods. The rumors may not be unfounded." He winked at Palmer with some complacency.

"Hmph." Palmer gave him a blank look and stopped looking at him.

Altai added golden epiphyllum nectar to his and Palmer's teacups, "His Royal Highness, please taste it, the sweetness is moderate today."

Palmer took a shallow sip, his expression relaxed.He slightly pursed his thin lips, "The golden epiphyllum honey tea you made is very delicious, and every time I come to your place to drink tea, I feel very relaxed and comfortable." Although he said so, his elegant smile still lingered With deep melancholy.

"May Your Highness forget your worries." Altai raised the corners of his mouth, his smile seemed to have a sense of satisfaction. "Your Highness, don't you feel that everything is getting better and better?"

Palmer smiled wryly.He glanced at the gloomy scenery outside the window, "Are you optimistic about the future of the secret realm? The secret realm of Alandi has become a difficult place!"

"Your Highness, we shouldn't be stuck here in the first place." Altai gently held Palmer's hand, "I've been grievances for you all this time. It's obvious that you are His Majesty's only blood and the most orthodox one for the next ruling king." Heir, but His Majesty and the elders have always attached great importance to Loka. You have not held any official position until now, and you have been excluded from important government affairs." Altai lowered his voice.Although his study is very soundproof.

Palmer calmly withdrew his hand from Altai's palm, picked up the silver cup naturally and gracefully, and took a sip. "Altai, with the relationship between us, you don't have to comfort me like this. I know myself well. The ruling king must at least meet the qualifications of an elder. I have been weak since I was a child, and there is no way to awaken more power, and it is impossible to achieve comprehension" Book" realm. I can follow him..." Palmer's voice was low and sad, "I'm already very satisfied."

"Your Highness, I have traveled outside, and the people outside are far more mediocre than us. You know it when you come back from the secret land. You have also seen the vaster land outside. It is different from our Aranti. Those countries outside The current kings are just some very ordinary people, and they can succeed only by blood. Naturally, there will be many outstanding talents serving the kingdom." Altai said.

"This is also where our Alanti is better than them." Palmer disagreed.

"We have so many powerful warriors in the whole of Alanti. Even the low-level priests are equivalent to the level of ordinary court magicians outside, but our excellent race is only trapped in the secret realm and fighting with monsters. Those are far inferior But our race dominates the entire continent. And we have been forgotten by the whole world!" Altai was indignant.

Palmer's face was solemn, and he stopped him from speaking with stern eyes.

"Your Highness, I can see that you also have great ambitions, as well as..." Altai leaned into his ear, "desire, desire."

Palmer gave way slightly, avoiding some too close contact.Holding the silver cup, he murmured silently.

"The elders are all old. They don't like wars, making contributions, and expanding territories. The whole of Aranti is too peaceful. Our talents are buried in this day-to-day tranquility, and our blood is suppressed This place of retreat! I can see that you are not reconciled. Aranti needs a master with great talent and boldness." Altai's voice was low but powerful.Palmer felt every word he said hit his heart.

The teacup in Palmer's hand stopped, he turned his head slightly, and squinted at Altai, "I know myself, the real hero in your heart is not me." It's Altai yourself, you just need my name Forget it, you just want to be the real hero behind me, Palmer said silently in his heart.

"Your Highness, you have the talent of a hero, but you just need strength." Altai looked at him scorchingly, "Loyal power." His knuckle hand covered Palmer's slender hand. "Please believe in my loyalty." Altai narrowed his eyes.

Palmer smiled slightly, noncommittal, he gently withdrew his hand, and continued to drink tea slowly.

"Altai, don't forget, the talented person in the hearts of the father and the elders has returned. You should not have other thoughts." Palmer said lightly.

"The youngest chief priest in history, the youngest elder in history, and the youngest ruling king in history, does he think that this road can go smoothly?" Altai sneered. "If he becomes a sacrifice to the devil, he is nothing."

Palmer's face turned cold. He remembered those materials, and his face turned pale for a while.

"Your Highness, I will prove all this to you soon." Altai narrowed his eyes, "The ruling king is jointly elected by the elders and the leaders of the three major tribes. If there is no him in the temple, then only you and I are worthy Princess Shangtrista. Any one of us gets the support of the two tribes at the same time. If Trista chooses me, I will support you with all my strength, and there are three points in the elders One of the elders has a very good impression of you."

"Stop talking." Palmer rubbed his forehead.His breathing became a little heavy.

"Your Highness, everything I do is for you!"

"Come on," Palmer said, raising his misty eyes. He looked a little drunk. "I know. That's it. I'm going back." He stood up, shaking.

Seeing that he was not in good condition, Altai immediately wanted to step forward to help him, and Palmer shook his hand.He looked dizzy as if he had been drunk, but he still straightened his body, maintained his demeanor, and slowly paced towards the door. When he reached the door, his legs gave way and he fell forward.

But he didn't fall to the ground.He fell into a burly and generous embrace.Altai's solid arms tightly embraced the drunken Palmer.Altai showed an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Your Highness, everything I do is for you." He lowered his head and whispered to Palmer in his arms.

Altai felt the soft body in his hands getting heavier and heavier, and he knew that Palmer's legs were completely unable to support him at this time, and Palmer gradually completely collapsed in Altai's embrace.Altai knew that Palmer had to rely entirely on himself now. "Your Highness, please believe that I will always be your most loyal force." Altai lowered his head and whispered in Palmer's ear.

Palmer half-opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of fascinated water, adding a soft and coquettish look more than usual. "...I...go back...back..." He panted softly, uttering a few words softly with difficulty.

"Your Highness, everything I do is to keep you away from pain." Altai lowered his head, his hard-edged jaw was touching Palmer's hair, which was soft to the touch.Palmer's blond hair is not as shiny and dazzling as Lorca's, and it is as soft and unassuming as his own temperament.

The outline of a door appeared on the side wall of the desk, and after a flash of brilliance, a deep doorway appeared.

Altai carried the limp Palmer across his arms and walked into the door of the secret room.

"Your Highness, everything I do is for you. Please forget your worries and enjoy the bliss." Altai's breath and whispers seemed to turn into smoky heat waves that quickly dyed his body from Palmer's ears. He was in Altai's arms. He trembled involuntarily, his fair skin was slightly pink, and his half-closed eyes were misty and out of focus.Altai bowed his head and kissed his eyebrows.Behind them the door disappeared.

The side of the desk is restored as a wall again.The chief guard's study room was empty, and the two silver cups with golden epiphyllum honey tea on the table exuded a soft and sweet fragrance.

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Strongly despise these two fraudulent marriage GAY