A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

One night passed, and when it was just dawn, a reddish-brown horse galloped out from the city gate. The knight on the horse was dressed in black, with a dark cloak fluttering behind him.

The morning sun slanted over, reflected on the handsome profile of the black knight, and reflected a gleam of light on the rough lapis lazuli earrings around his ears.

The running horse's hooves kicked up billowing dust, raising a cloud of gray mist behind the man, and soon, the figure of the black-clothed knight disappeared into the distance.

On the city wall, a man with blue hair stood there.

The morning sun fell on his face full of helplessness, and he looked at the back of the black-clothed knight galloping away from the royal city from a distance, his eyes looked extremely complicated at this moment.

Suojia, the priest of Nanna, the god of the night, thought he could understand people's hearts and see through human nature, but he fell on the blond little prince one after another.

He couldn't understand Prince Garlan's thoughts at all, let alone why this prince would give up the throne so easily.

If it is true that retreat is the advance and the desire to refuse is to welcome, then it is time to reappear in the palace long ago.

Until now there is still no news, which means that Prince Garlan has really left.

What a fool.

Suo Jia really wanted to say that.

However, within a few days, the master he believed to have made the same stupid behavior.

It is clear that Prince Gallan's departure is a great opportunity for Prince Heymos to take the throne, but His Highness, like Prince Garlan, resolutely gave up such a rare opportunity.

Even, His Highness swore to King Kamos that he would never set foot in the royal city until Prince Garlan was brought back.

Suo Jia really didn't know what his highness was thinking.

...Or maybe, nothing at all.

In the past few days, he could feel that the rationality in His Highness Heymos' heart was exhausted little by little.

Because of the departure of Prince Garlan.

Even if the so-called emotion is just something that will eventually disappear with the passage of time, as long as it is still in that period of time, it is the most disturbing and even crazy thing.

The blue-haired priest stood on the city wall, looking at the figure that was about to disappear in the distance with a complicated expression, and suddenly he felt a little confused.

At this moment, there was an indescribable omen hovering in his heart.

Prince Heymos.

Prince Garlan.

It seems like a pair of twins of fate.

Their destinies are entangled, inexhaustible and endless.

No one knows what the entanglement between them will eventually bring about.

And Aaron Landis will go to glory or decline in this ending...

………………

Garlan, who had gone in the wrong direction, returned to the correct path to the Twirul Mountains under the leadership of the bard Shulos.

The reason why he accepts this noisy person as a companion may also be because he has been used to being surrounded by many people since he was a child. For the first time, he was alone, and he still felt a little lonely.

Speaking of which, Schulos' chattering feeling is really similar to that of Tarr.

I don't know if the fact that I left will make that crying little fat man cry again, thinking that I left him alone.

"Miss Gall, today is also a sunny day."

The bard approaching on horseback spoke with a smile, and stretched out his hand to present a bouquet of pure white flowers in front of Garlan.The white flower was just picked by him, with a little dew on it, fresh and beautiful.

"No matter how beautiful flowers are, they will be eclipsed in front of your beauty. If the flowers have feelings, they will definitely wither in shame in front of you..."

Shuros' words of praising Garlan to his heart's content were interrupted unceremoniously by Garlan.

"If this flower had feelings, you would have killed it when you picked it off."

Garlan rolled his eyes slightly and smiled slightly.

"Why, you want to dedicate its body to me?"

Shulusi's face froze for a moment, and the dew-stained flowers in his hands seemed to have turned into hot taro, and he hurriedly threw them on the ground.

Should not be ah.

impossible.

If it was any other woman, she would have already been fascinated by his sweet words. Why didn't Ms. Gall not only not be bewitched by these words, but instead she became more and more disgusted with him?

Has his ability to speak sweet words regressed?

No.

Only this is absolutely not possible!

Sweet talk is the key to a bard, and it is the true symbol of a bard—as the saying goes, a bard who can't even speak sweet words must be a fake bard.

He is absolutely genuine, and he is also a bard with above-average skills!

Schulos comforted himself so deeply in his heart.

So he worked harder.

Constantly circling Garland, the bard was like a bee circling a flower.He used all kinds of beautiful and gorgeous language to praise Garlan's beauty at every turn, showing his handsome side in front of Garlan like a peacock with its tail spread.

Garlan even began to wonder if Shuros's mouth could spray out flowers when he was speaking.

To be honest, if he was just a young girl who didn't know much about the world, I'm afraid he would really fall under the sweet words and clear and beautiful voice of this bard.

But it's a pity that he is not a girl, so the sweet words that Schulos rummaged out of his belly couldn't impress him at all.

However, he has made some progress. At least, he has gone from getting goosebumps when he heard those words at the beginning, to the point where he has no fluctuations in his heart, and even wants to laugh a little.

A day passed amidst the noise of Shuros, and Garlan, who was used to Tal's noise, was still very calm, not to mention that the bard's voice was much better than Tal's.

From time to time, with a singing tone, Garlan thought he was listening to an opera.

When night fell, they had found a place to spend the night.

It was a cliff cave sheltered from the wind, located in a remote place, not far from a small river running, and the door was covered by shrubs. If Schulos hadn't been sharp-eyed, he might not have found this good place.

At this moment, a bonfire was burning on the flat ground, and the red flames reflected the faces of the two people sitting by the bonfire.

Schulos roasted the jerky and graciously delivered it to Garlan.

Garlan glanced at him, didn't say anything, and started to eat after taking it.

Although the taste of this kind of jerky is really bad, it is much worse than what he ate in the palace, but leaving the palace is his own choice. He must have such awareness.

From then on, eating and sleeping in the open air was his life, and he had to get used to it.

"Ah, it's really heartbreaking."

Seeing Garlan quietly biting the hardened jerky in his hand, Schulos once again expressed emotion.

"Your soft fingers, which are as beautiful as white jade, should hold the crystal clear glass cup."

"Your lips, which are as pink as a flower, should have tasted the most delicious food in the world."

His peach-blossom eyes were full of affection, and he pressed his hand on his chest, looking at Garlan with those eyes that seemed to contain a thousand words.

Garlan glanced at Shuros, who was smiling at him, and swallowed the jerky in his hand in a few mouthfuls.

He said, "I said you, do you like me?"

"Of course, my heart fell hopelessly into the abyss when I saw you for the first time."

"Have you said the same thing to other girls?"

"How is it possible, I am wholeheartedly devoted to you, Miss Gal."

"Then can you swear?"

"Of course, I swear..."

Shuros's oath was interrupted by Garlan before he finished speaking.

Garlan tilted his head to look at him and smiled at him.

"You swear, swear to your goddess Avdomir, if you lie to me, you will marry the ugliest woman in the world for the rest of your life."

The smiling and pretty face of the bard, who had originally planned to swear a casual oath to fool him, froze again.

Well... so cruel!

This poisonous oath is simply too terrifying, even more terrifying than taking his life!

"Uh... this, Miss Gal, although I was deceived by those vulgar fans when I was young and ignorant, but since I met you, I know that this heart has been taken away What does it feel like."

Schulos quickly made amends.

"I am envious of you, no, you can even say that I am deeply infatuated with you, hopelessly."

"Really?"

"real."

Schulos put one hand on his chest, where his heart was.

He looked at Garlan, starlight reflected in his bright eyes, as if all the stars in the sky were reflected in his eyes.

The bard's amorous eyes seemed to be filled with the clear and gentle water of the ancient Enki River, and the thousand words of love seemed to be contained in his eyes looking at Garlan.

He seemed extremely serious at this moment, and his clear voice was slightly lowered at this moment, containing heart-shattering affection.

"Goddess Avdomir can see that my heart can only beat for you from the moment I see you."

"..."

Garlan and those eyes full of intoxicating charm exchanged a glance.

He shook his head, then stood up.

"you are lying."

"Huh? But, but..."

"It's not like you to like someone's eyes."

"I didn't lie, I..."

"I've seen it." Garlan stood, looking down at Shuros, who was still sitting beside him, and said, "I've seen it with my own eyes when I'm truly infatuated with someone's eyes."

The way the bard looked at him was completely different from the way Heymos looked at him.

Schloss's so-called liking may not be a lie, but it is no different from liking a beautiful flower.

There is no obsession at all, and there is no deep affection, at most it is a kind of love for beautiful things-that is probably the instinct of all Avdomir believers...

It was precisely because of this that Garlan let Shuros follow him indifferently.

Otherwise, if Schulos is serious, it is impossible for him to give him a chance to get close to him.

Schulos originally wanted to refute unconvinced, but being looked down by the standing Garlan, he opened his mouth after hearing Garlan's words, but did not make a sound.

He hesitated for a while before asking softly.

"What is it like to be truly infatuated with someone's eyes?"

"...I don't know either." Garlan said, "But, there will be feelings."

He turned and walked out, talking while walking.

"Sullos, don't underestimate women. Maybe you think they are easy to lie, but they can tell whether you are telling the truth or a lie. They believe you, but because they are willing to indulge in your sweet lies Among them."

Shuros was a little dazed, he subconsciously stood up and walked behind Garlan.

"Where are you going?"

Garlan stopped and looked back at Shuros.

His golden eyes curved slightly, and he said, "I'll go to the stream to take a bath, and you'll follow if you're not afraid of death."

Schulos: "..."

He obediently sat back by the campfire and continued to roast his jerky.

…………

Garlan was quite at ease with this seemingly romantic and sentimental bard. Although he looked like a flirtatious butterfly on the outside, he was actually very gentlemanly and polite.

Along the way, he just said all kinds of sweet words and courtesies, but in fact, he didn't do anything offensive to him, and he didn't even touch him with his fingers.

Presumably such a person would not peek at himself taking a shower.

Actually speaking, even if that guy really came to take a peek, Garlan didn't care.

He is not a real woman.

Tear off the cloak, untie the belt, and take off the robe.Wearing only a pair of trousers, Garlan walked into the stream in the dark with his upper body exposed.

Fortunately, the weather is still warm, and the stream at night will not make people feel cold.

The clear stream water wrapped his body, and a cool feeling permeated his skin.

The young man stood in the stream water up to his waist, his long jet black hair hanging down, and the tips of his hair were immersed in the water.

The moonlight shone on him, making his complexion even fairer.

He bent down, picked up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.The moonlight shone brightly on the water, making his reflection clearly reflected in the water.

Garlan lowered his head, looking at his own hands with dripping water, feeling a little dazed.

I don't know how Heymos's hand injury is, but there shouldn't be any problem.

His hands are still holding a sword on the battlefield.

After all, even though he had a weird and violent personality in previous lives, Heymos was recognized as the only brave man who was not inferior to King Kamos.

【Don't deny all the love I sent to you. 】

Garlan was still a little dazed.

[Like someone, be infatuated with someone's eyes, not like you. 】

Just like what he said to Schulos just now.

He saw that look.

The way Heymos looked at him, he couldn't describe.

But he could feel that those fiery eyes, eager as a flame that could incinerate everything, attacked him regardless, making him tremble as if he would be burned to ashes.

Make him... feel scared.

Standing in the stream, Garlan subconsciously clenched his arms.

Escape from the palace, perhaps to escape from the throne.

In order to escape the fate of fighting Heymos again.

Or maybe he subconsciously... wanted to escape from Heymos.

Moreover, he didn't think he was qualified to sit on that throne.

Even without the existence of Heymos, he would not have that qualification.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Garlan took a deep breath, and poured a handful of water on his face again, just after splashing it twice, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and his eyes were bright.

Looking again, it was the forehead hair that was dyed black and faded after being stained with water, and then turned back to gold, reflecting the moonlight, naturally glowing.

He looked down again, and the tips of the hair that had been immersed in the water had also turned back to gold.

He was speechless.

He actually forgot this point, he wanted to keep this black hair for a longer period of time, but he didn't expect that the paint would fade when it was exposed to water.

Forget it.

Anyway, it's all like this, just wash it off.

Thinking of this, Garlan lowered his head and began to wash his long hair.

However, he was so focused on washing his hair that he didn't realize that not far away, in the dark jungle, there was a pair of green eyes staring at him, slowly approaching.

………………

Beside the bonfire here, Schulos, who is full, is packing his bags, humming leisurely while packing.

Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and looked up.

With sharp eyes shooting into the dark jungle, Schulos stood up abruptly and took off the bow behind him.

Take a bow and shoot arrows.

Several sharp arrows were shot into the depths of the dark jungle in an instant, only to hear the dying howls of a few beasts in the darkness, Schulos sneered, and just about to raise his hand habitually to brush his forehead, suddenly He remembered something, his face changed suddenly, then he turned around and ran towards the stream quickly.

When he arrived not far from the stream, his chest trembled.

At this moment, dark clouds floated over, covering the crescent moon in the sky, and the whole earth was plunged into darkness.

But this is no problem for Schulos, even in the dark, he can still see everything clearly.

At this moment, he saw a wild wolf lurking in the jungle from a distance, bowing its body and baring its teeth, which was a sign that it was about to pounce on its prey.

And the direction it was about to rush towards was the slender figure standing in the stream.

Before he could sound a warning, Schulos rushed to the stream in a few steps without saying a word, and raised his hand to shoot an arrow.

The wild wolf shot by the arrow was instantly killed and fell to the ground.

Schulos breathed a sigh of relief, without thinking too much, he almost habitually raised his hand to stroke his forehead, put on the most handsome pose, and showed a charming smile to the person standing in the stream.

"It's really too dangerous, Miss Gal, if I, as your guardian, hadn't arrived in time..."

The words stopped abruptly in the middle of the speech, and Schulos' pupils suddenly dilated at this moment.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the bright moonlight flooded the earth again, reflecting light on the water.

The long flowing golden hair reflected the moonlight with a fine luster.

Water droplets reflecting the shimmer rolled down from the wet blond hair, staining the skin like water, and the wet blond hair slid close to the neck and fell on the white chest.

The blond boy stood in the clear stream, in the night, like an elf of moonlight appearing in the water.