People in this chapter: (Sertius Thor), (Hatheron).

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Chapter 023: (Dream Back to the Past)

The surroundings were dark, thick, thick, like an indissolvable paste, impossible to see.

It was as if there was a light reflected in front of him, illuminating the path ahead of him. The surrounding landscape is distorted, and life grows from the darkness, and the lush forest is overgrown with thorns.

He staggered over the rolling hills, fleeing the ruined countryside behind him like a fly. He wanted to get as far away from it as possible, and in the dark night behind him, a red light suddenly appeared. It's the flames dancing, revealing a strange beauty.

He kept his head down, ran in a panic, fell and got up again, and kept running. He didn't dare to stop because he couldn't stop, and he didn't dare to turn back because he couldn't turn back. Because he was afraid that it would bury the few lives he had left, the cheap life that had been saved by the sacrifice of his comrades.

He never thought it would be so painful to give up something. The emotions that keep surging up in my heart are sour, astringent or bitter...... Let him toss and turn inwardly, and he will not want to live.

He stumbled along the way, letting the thorns run through him and blood dripping. The flesh no longer hurts, because his heart is dead. It's so painful to have a heart, maybe it's good if your heart is broken... It would be better.

But this is all self-deception......

"Will time heal the wounds? no, no!" he hissed in pain, letting the darkness obliterate his low, hoarse cries.

"Damn, shit!" he groaned frantically and fell to his knees. The fist rained down on the thick earth, pouring out resentment into the vast world.

"Whoa......", a painful howl filled the heavens and the earth.

Grass clippings, blood mist...... In a trance, those faces appeared in front of him again, contaminated with the black gas of hell.

"Did you come out of hell? did you come to me for revenge? I didn't kill you...... No!" He stepped back, two trembling.

He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know what he was doing...... "I didn't deliberately push you to the brink of death, I didn't do it." I don't know what to do!"

"I'm a coward, a coward through and through!" he thought to himself. "A coward who retracts his hand when a friend needs help!"

"Hand ...... Hand to me... Sertius... Pull me ......" was like a voice from hell, hazy but as if it sounded around me. He stepped back in fear......

The skeletal face, the mouth open and closed, was spitting out weak words......

"Louis, no! You're not Louis, will that corroded face be yours? No, no! It won't be you, you've always been so handsome, so it's not yours. I know that you are a fake!"

He hurriedly withdrew his hesitant hand. Just look at each other like that, watch each other disappear into darkness in the shouting, look at each other's desperate eyes. "Are you an impostor? But what do you know about the secret things that we know about each other?"

His hesitation made the other party disappear into darkness. "Is that the realm of death?"

"Coward, coward, coward!" In a trance, the skeletal face changed into Louis's face again, and smiled at him. But he knew that no, he heard the voice of the other party's heart......

"I'm not a coward!" he cried out!

That night sky, at some point, turned into their deplorable eyes, and there was a little sting.

"It was I who hurt them, I gave up on them, it was my mistake, it was my cowardice!" he struck the ground. His body could no longer support the weight, and he fell to the ground.

His body curled up like a shrimp, his hands clenched into fists, his muscles bulging, and then the pain came.

Pain......

The sound of a blade piercing into flesh......

Real faces appeared beside him, and they looked at him with disdain, a cowardly man, sacrificing a piece of garbage that dozens of heroic souls had saved. The souls of those heroic souls in heaven need to be sacrificed to cleanse the shame that the sinner has inflicted upon them.

"Take him away!" shouted from the tumultuous crowd.

He didn't want to struggle, and he didn't have the strength to struggle, allowing their disdainful gaze to scan the filthy body. Let their spit fall on him.

Burning at the stake is a good choice! What about hanging? It looks good......

In the confusion caused by blood loss, he didn't know why he would have such thoughts. Perhaps, though, death is a good option...... After all, it's a relief......

Perhaps it was the depth of his sins, and the penal laws recorded in the secular legal codes could not make the judges think that it would teach his soul, so they ......

When he came to the bottomless cave, the dark cave was blowing up with gusts of yin wind. It was not far away, like a soul, clinging to his body. He shuddered.

This is the bottomless abyss, leading to hell...... His heart was also a little frightened, and he looked around. Searching among the unfamiliar faces. He didn't know what kind of face or two he wanted to see. Is it a relative? But I don't seem to see it.

"Now it is up to me to pronounce the man of all evils, the heinous iniquity, the spokesman of the doom......" the white-robed judge paused, solemnized, and then continued, "of course you may ask, what is he unnamed for, who is he? But do you want to hear it, it will only defile your ears. He doesn't need a name, he doesn't deserve a name. He is now a nameless sinner. When he said that their ears were noble and that his name could not be tarnished, a sorrow swelled up in his heart.

The glory and glory have left him...... They used to be proud of him, but now they are so ......

Looking at the approving looks on their faces, his heart suddenly tightened and he couldn't breathe.

He didn't hear what was being read out about his so-called crimes, did he not hear it? Or did he subconsciously filter it out in his mind, and he didn't know what to say?

All he could hear was the sound of "the execution begins," which seemed to be filled with indignation. Is it for him?, a wry smile appeared on his lips......

Two men of five size and three thick grabbed him by the shoulders and stepped onto the wooden railing, which had taken several days to build. The execution table is a parody of the gangplank used by the pirates to feed the rebellion to the sharks.

He felt their feet tremble a little, for they were now in the confines of the black hole, the bottomless abyss, just standing on an unstable structure made of wood. If they're not careful, they'll probably be his burial companions! But he doesn't want to die yet!

When he looked at the abyss that seemed to be endless, leading to the end of the world. He flinched, he was terrified. Fear, it entangled him like a tarsal sword. He was horrified, he tried to struggle, but he couldn't help himself.

They let go of the arm that held him, and now he realized how much he relied on that strong arm. Because they are the basis for his survival.

He was horrified to find that he was already close to death.

The whistling wind sounded in my ears, and the steaming mist swirled around me. He's so scared, he's a man who is afraid of death.

As he fell, he saw ......

"No, no, I'm not!"

"I'm not a child of doom! I'm not, I'm not a doom!" the people who were once familiar now looked at him as if they were looking at someone who had nothing to do with them.

They have isolated him from their lives. And they kept crying out, "You are the child of calamity, and you are the one who brought calamity......

The voice, the disdainful face...... He couldn't stand it, he muttered loudly. But in vain......

"No! no......" The darkness cleared in a roar.

Sercius opened his eyes in horror, his hands clawing in the void in an attempt to hold on to something. But he didn't know what he wanted to leave behind.

He sat up, and looked around in confusion with his eyes that were almost narrowed with fear, and everything was hazy. Is it teary-eyed or sleepy-eyed?

In the dimly lit room, a lamp flickered happily with the sound of "crackling". The shadows swayed in the flickering firelight, quite a bit of a ghostly dancing spirit.

"Whew... Call... ...... "Serseus gasped like a wounded beast. Maybe he was a wounded beast in the first place. He clutched his head in pain.

That dream, repeated almost every day, haunted his broken heart made of duct tape every moment.

"The hosts. Then there was a knock on his door.

"What's the matter?" said Sercius, sitting on the bed with his head covered, out the door.

"There is a special guest coming from Suno who wants to meet you. The rough voice of his servant sounded again outside the door.

Who would have to come to visit him at such a late hour?special guest?and his servant deliberately emphasized these words. Sercius hesitated for a moment, opened the door, and asked again. "Can someone tell me who they are?"

Sertius was vaguely aware that the reason why this 'special guest' chose to see him at night was because his identity was not visible. Could it be the messenger of the Nords, or the messenger of the Virginiates?" he wondered in his mind.

He claims to be the rightful heir of the Kallad Empire, the queen of the Swadians, the Rhodoks and the ancestors, the guardian of the continent of Calradia and the ruler of the realm, and the emissary of His Majesty Asona Augustus. Hatheron whispered the cumbersome but solemn honorific. "He said please make sure you see him. ”

A look of surprise flashed across Serseus' face. He stood in front of the door and was silent for a long time, and Hatheron outside the room did not dare to squeak, quietly waiting for his orders. "Who else knows about this but you?" he asked in a low voice.

The Nord replied firmly. "Master, only I know his identity. ”

Sercius's nervous and worried look suddenly lightened a lot, and he immediately commanded. "I'll come when I'm dressed, and you go and talk back first. ”

"Yes, master. Hatheron turned and strode away.

If some ill-intentioned people were to tell that he had met with Princess Asona's messenger in private in the middle of the night, I am afraid that his fief and knighthood would be reclaimed by King Haraus. To make matters worse, he would even be imprisoned in the dungeon of [Dehrim] by Duke Michod.

Sercius had never had any contact with the self-proclaimed guardian of the continent of Calradia and the ruler of the realm, Queen Asona Augustus, who had been exiled to the Western Continent on the other side of the world by the usurper Count Haraus more than ten years ago.

Why would this princess of the former dynasty send an envoy to see her?" he pondered as he put on his clothes. Do you want me to pledge my allegiance to her, but I'm only a knight lord in a small village, and I'm afraid I won't be of much help to her cause!

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