Chapter 129: Backward Solution

◎The farce ended here, and no one was injured except for a few unlucky people who were shot in the knee.◎

Whoosh—whoosh!

Melia snapped her eyes open, gasping for air. Slow down, slow down, she'd actually burned to death... Before she could even throw herself into the fire, flames and golden liquid crackled and fell, melting through Taffy, who was still outside!

The death was too tragic, and phantom pain remained on the skin, feeling like there were dense fire points everywhere, burning deep into the skin.

"Miss?" Taffy patted her back. It hurt for a moment, but the cold and real touch gradually dispelled the illusion and brought her back to the comfortable evening breeze.

"Sister, keep going. We've only piled up half of the gold nuggets."

Not far away, Sunny's voice was whining and whining. She was sitting on a rock, a ball of grass in her mouth. Her legs were crossed and swaying, and she would bump into Brida from time to time.

Phew~Everything is fine.

Melia breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes glaring. "Forget about the Jin people for now, let's get out of here!"

"go out?"

"My prophetic dream has started again."

The girl's eyes were full of seriousness, and Sonny put away his slightly frivolous smile.

She still remembered the strange things that had happened that day. If it hadn’t been for Melia, she and Brida would have been ambushed by something strange and might even have died there. So, was it a similar situation this time?

They grasped Melia's hands and shoulders tacitly.

After the dizziness wore off, nothing seemed different, save for the gold nugget's disappearance. The Huns had already pitched their tents and were singing and dancing around the fire. Soon, they would set up the grill and begin rounds of roasted whole lambs.

"Chief! Do you want to wrestle together?" A Hun noble came over with his child, greeted Sunny first, and then nodded to Melia in a friendly manner.

The child looked at Meliya again and again, but didn't see the white kitten. Disappointment filled his face. "I want to play with Meliya. She can fly up into the trees... Ouch!"

The child was slapped on the head by his father and shrank back with a red face.

Everything seemed so peaceful, no flames shooting up into the sky, no golden figures splattering molten iron... What on earth was that? A primitive Gundam summoned by the Hun Shaman?

"Sister, tell me about your precognitive dream." Sunny waved to the tribesmen, indicating that he wanted to get down to business, and a circle suddenly cleared around him.

"Well, the dream hasn't happened yet. It should be tonight, and I'm almost done with the Golden Man..." Although it looks a bit abstract, 20 meters, a full 20 meters! Even with Shadow Rome's automatic assistance, I have to fight from morning to night.

Uaaaaaa, I just thought of starting over—No!!!

Melia's expression was distorted, like an unlucky employee who worked overtime late at night but had no power to save.

No, don't get upset yet, think about something important... Because it was night, the light on the horizon was all fire. What did that flaming golden man look like? I tried to take a look before it melted.

Golden men, golden men, golden blood, Huns—Hulun!

Melia's eyes snapped open. If it were like the other Hun royals, it would be hard to tell who was who for a moment. The giant faces were a bit distorted, and the adult Golden Royals all had a handsome, androgynous, feminine appearance.

But it happens to look more like Hulun, the only one with a slightly square face and a beard! Now the problem is clear, it must be Hulun behind who is causing trouble!

"I dreamed that Hulun turned into a giant golden man, much smaller than the gold nuggets I had piled up. It was suspended in the sky and dripped water continuously!"

Melia ran a few steps away and jumped on the spot: "It was probably at this location that Taffy and I were melted by the dripping water. You were looking at the sky and didn't notice me."

Sonny's smile faded for a few seconds. "Hiss—" It sounded outrageous, but his sister's description was straightforward and didn't seem like a lie. Even if she was lying, she should have chosen a more reasonable lie.

Given Hulun's inability to accept defeat, it is indeed possible that he would misuse magic props.

Brida nodded without hesitation. “I trust you. Gather the troops now?”

"Gather the troops? Oh, it's time to do it." Sunny raised his head and smiled slyly: Since the golden man was transformed by Hulun, it means Hulun will arrive later. Whatever terrible magic props he brought, can't we just destroy them first?

…

Snap, snap, snap.

The horse's hooves stomped into the mud, and Hulun wiped his forehead vigorously: "Damn it, I'm so tired. Damn it, those two bastards actually knew how to use potions..." The anger suddenly froze, and he looked at his wrist in a daze: "I'm not an old man, why do my hand bones hurt so much?"

What was I doing just now?

Why do I feel like vomiting so much?

He stretched his wrist suspiciously, aiming it at the setting sun. The warm afterglow shone on his skin, bringing a burning phantom pain. It felt like it wasn't just his hand bones; it felt like everything in his body was out of place.

Hulun rubbed his eyes, and seemed to see a crack in his arm, with golden liquid flowing inside. He also heard voices like "Bronze! Too much gold~ Oh, too much bronze!"

How about... just give it a cut and see?

"Your Highness, the city of Magus is just ahead." The adjutant's earnest voice made him open his eyes suddenly.

Damn, I almost went insane! Hulun smacked his forehead hard. How could there be any cracks? His arms were perfectly healthy. If his skin was a little rough, he'd mess around. If others saw him, he'd be a leader.

I want to become... the man who becomes the Golden King.

For some reason, the cry within him felt weak and powerless, and he felt no yearning at all. It even took him several seconds to remember the title of Golden King.

The adjutant's voice grew distant. Hulun looked up from the hillside, his smile gradually fading.

He had just expected to see Attila and Brida eating mutton downstairs, but there was no one there. Hadn't they arrived first?

No, why would I think that?

They didn't split up the team, so how could they be faster than me? I was the first one to arrive.

[How about... taking this opportunity to set up an ambush? ]

He suddenly had an idea. Since no one had arrived yet, he could easily set up an ambush on either side. Looking at these hillsides, valleys, and vast expanses of wild grass, it was absolutely perfect for an ambush.

His fingers trembled slightly with excitement as he twisted his body to ask those around him, "What do you think? Should we set up an ambush here and wait for Attila and the others to arrive, then take them all in one fell swoop?"

"Good, good! Your Highness is wise!" The adjutant agreed repeatedly, and the elite soldiers quickly dispersed, preparing to find a good place to ambush.

Pasha, pasha, pasha, they darted through the grass. Hulun took a breath of fresh air, his mood slowly relaxing: "Phew! I feel alive again now." Rushing was a chore; everything ached.

Whoosh——

There was a sudden sound of breaking air, and he suddenly opened his eyes and fell behind the horse's belly.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

More sounds of breaking air came from the grass.

There's an ambush! Someone's lying in the bushes!

Boom, boom, boom!

The sounds of people falling came one after another, and Hulun realized belatedly: Oh no, we are too lazy and dared to ride horses into the grass!

Not only is the target huge, but the tripwire will also cause both the rider and the horse to fall off!

"Hurry, hurry—"

What's the hurry? Charge? Get off the horse?

It was too late… He gritted his teeth and shouted towards the sky: “Attila—I know it’s you! You don’t keep your promise!!”

“Hehehe~”

A clear laugh drifted closer. Hulun raised his head and opened his mouth wide. "Oh my god, that bastard Attila had the audacity to hide in the treetops? She wasn't afraid of being discovered even at such a distance!!"

Why wasn't she afraid? Why didn't she hide in the middle of the group?

The golden-red hair obscured my vision. My sister's laughter was as sweet as a silver bell, but the rope around her neck suddenly tightened.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Hulun roared in despair, grabbing the rope with both hands, leaving red and white marks.

[I lost.] My body fell from the horse.

His heart suddenly relaxed, and his blood began to flow slowly. Hulun's face showed a hint of panic: Why, why do I feel... that this is okay?

Fortunately, Attila had no interest in observing her defeated opponent. She was proudly tightening the rope, showing her panicked brother around: "I won! Hurry and put down your weapons, or your Highness will suffer!"

The rain of arrows from the bushes stopped immediately. The warriors Hulun had brought looked at each other, dejectedly throwing down their swords: What else could they do? Fortunately, Attila would not kill Hulun. They could surrender now and go home with their tails between their legs.

It's better than having Hulun driven away and all the warriors reduced to slavery. Slaves of the same tribe are also slaves, and then they won't be able to choose any dirty or strenuous work.

The farce ended here, and no one was injured except for a few unlucky guys who were hit by arrows in the knees.

…

"Swish~" Sonny made a strange sound and threw Hulun onto the lawn like kicking a football.

At least there was no need for a horse to drag it. Hulun was numb and sat up calmly, not even shaking off the grass residue that was on him.

"Quick, search his body to see if he has any props that can turn people into golden men!" Melia walked around anxiously. The Huns were confused, but they immediately surrounded them with their hands clasped behind their backs.

A prop that turns people into golden men?

Hulun, who had just prepared for non-violent resistance, suddenly looked up and asked, "What the hell?" This Roman woman was crazy, thinking everyone she saw had magic. Where did she hear this rumor? Did she think I was going to turn people into golden men to compete with Attila?

As pairs of hands searched his body, Hulun could no longer hold back and protested loudly: "Don't, don't insult me, I don't have the props to turn into a golden man! What are you thinking - even if you turn people into golden men, I can't win?!"

Uh, that sounds pretty real.

Hulun obviously didn't know how big the golden man was, and thought it was the height of a normal person. The golden man before was at least five Arhats stacked together, except for the slightly smaller head, and all the limbs were twisted and stretched.

Think about it carefully. If it was Hulun who did it, he should have made the other person into a golden man. Why did he make himself like that? How could he sit on the throne if he was dead?

"Miss Melia, nothing."

"No, there is gold. He has gold flakes hidden in his trousers."

"Wow, where's the gold?! Give me some, give me some."

Swish, swish - soon, Hulun was naked, covering his parts with his hands with a look of humiliation.

His weapons, hidden weapons, clothes, jewel ornaments, beads... nothing was left, only a bare man.

The scattered items were either held in people's hands or thrown on the ground, which really didn't look like magic props.

Just in case, Melia waved her hand and said, "Burn what can be burned first, and save what can't be burned. Don't touch it."

"Oh~"

The Huns seized the gold and gems, tore the jewelry apart and divided them up. Then, with Hulun looking suicidal, they lit a fire and set the clothes ablaze.

"What do you want..." He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He collapsed on the grass exhausted. What Golden King? Screw him.

Melia turned her head away in distress. "Give him a blanket... We don't want anything. I want to ask, what do you want?"

Is it acting, or is something not triggering?

Her mind raced, Melia began to recall the events of the previous week: emerging from Shadow Roma at night, encountering Hulun transformed into a golden man. That golden man had to be Hulun. As luck would have it, Hulun had indeed returned in the evening.

Wait, time difference!

She quickly raised her head and said, "Hulun, what did you want to do here? Think carefully about it. What did you want to do when you dispersed from the hillside?"

"I..." Hulun gritted his teeth: "I want to launch a sneak attack!"

That makes sense. No, everyone is hiding this time. When Hulun came last week, the tents, sheep, and tribesmen were all outside!

She frowned. "What would you do if you came and saw us all on the meadow?"

"Go into the city."

As soon as the words came out, Hulun and Melia were stunned.

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