A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"No, there is no such girl as you mentioned, Mr. Knight."

The simple-looking man rubbed his hands uneasily, lowered his head, and answered honestly.

Although he didn't know the identity of the knight-lord in front of him, but looking at the expensive armor, brown skin, and unfriendly appearance, he was so nervous that he stuttered.

The black-haired knight was silent for a while, then waved his hand. As if he had been pardoned, he left quickly.

Standing in front of this knight lord, he really didn't dare to take a breath.

Heymos looked up at the sky, the sun was bright in the sky, but no matter how bright the light was, it couldn't illuminate his gloomy eyes at the moment.

The breeze brushed over his black hair, and the shadows that fell on his eyes also swayed.

He took a deep look at the sky, then got on his horse, pulled the rein, and rode towards the entrance of the village.

The civilians in the village are obviously afraid of him, and they all stay away from him.

Moreover, because of yesterday's earthquake, most of the earthen houses that had been repaired with great difficulty in the last earthquake were cracked again, and many houses were completely destroyed by the earthquake. Although some houses did not collapse, they were already crumbling.

The only good news is that there were not many casualties.

At this moment, everyone was too busy repairing the house and rescuing their only remaining belongings. No one cared to meddle in their own business, let alone disturb this seemingly unfriendly knight.

Seeing that the black-haired knight was about to leave, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Heymos trotted to the entrance of the village on horseback, suddenly, there was a bang, and there was a loud noise from behind.

The sharpness of the warrior made him tense his body reflexively, glanced back, and then relaxed.

It was the sound of a mud house not far away suddenly collapsing.

Immediately there was a shout of rescue coming from there, as if the people who were repairing the house were crushed by the suddenly collapsed house.

Almost all the people in the village looked down and didn't look up. They all knew each other. When they heard that someone was being suppressed, everyone put down their work and rushed to rescue him.

They hurriedly moved away the collapsed clods of mud, window rails and the like, and when they looked at it again, everyone was dumbfounded.

I saw a huge log just pressing on the man's body. The log was the pillar supporting the whole house. It was so big and heavy that it was difficult to lift it up for a while.A few people tried to lift it, but they didn't have enough strength as soon as they tried, the beam shook a few times, and the person who was crushed under it let out a wailing cry, and passed out in an instant, and those few people didn't dare to move it any more. up.

If you want to avoid hurting the people below, you have to lift the pillar up in one breath and keep it steady, but how can they have so much strength?

So, they could only gather around helplessly, discussing with each other, but the person's face was already pale, and it would be impossible to drag it on any longer, and the person's wife and children were already beside him He started to cry.

Heymos glanced at it lightly, turned back uninterestedly, and then continued to ride his horse forward.

However, just after he trotted his horse for a few steps, the figure of Garlan suddenly flashed in his mind.

...If Garlan was here, he would definitely drag him over to help.

Heymos lowered his eyes and sighed inaudibly.

Even just thinking about that figure would soften his heart inexplicably.

Then he turned and galloped over.

When he got there, he jumped off his horse, pushed away the people surrounding him, and walked in.

He took a step forward, grasping one end of the log with both hands, and the muscles of his shoulders and arms suddenly tensed and swelled. Under the incredible eyes of everyone, the big and heavy pillar was firmly held by him alone. He lifted it up without even shaking it.

He threw the log aside and made a loud bang, which awakened the stunned people, and someone rushed forward to lift the unconscious man out.

Heymos patted the dust in his hands casually, and didn't bother to talk to the few civilians who desperately thanked him, so he got on his horse, turned his horse's head, and was about to leave.

However, when he just sat firmly on the horseback, he suddenly heard a few words, which made him pause.

The old woman kneeling to thank him looked at him gratefully, and said in a rambling manner: "You are really a good person, thanks to you, Sir Knight, you are just like the noble young master yesterday, you look good , with a good heart, they are all good people."

With a sudden movement in his heart, Heymos turned his head to look at the old woman.

"How old is the noble young master you mentioned? What does he look like? Does he look good?"

"Uh, probably, about sixteen or seventeen years old." Unexpectedly, Heymos asked a question suddenly, and the old woman stammered, "It's very good-looking, really good-looking, a blond young master, and the knight Sir, you are also kind people, thanks to him, my neighbor's granddaughter was not taken away and sold."

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old blond noble boy.

Heymos tightened his fingers holding the rein, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Tell me the details."

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The galloping horse galloped along the avenue, and Heymos hurried back to the city of Twillur, which he had just left not long ago.

His face was hardened, and he was obviously in a bad mood.

Both he and Kyhos believed that Garlan would pretend to be a young girl for a long time in order to avoid being found, but he did not expect that he would return to his original appearance so quickly.

So they're going in the wrong direction.

According to what the old woman said, since Garlan passed by this village last night, he is probably still in the city of Twillur now.

Also, that bard who has been following Garlan... Who the hell is it!

Thinking of this, Heymos accelerated towards the city even more.

Not far ahead is a three-way intersection, one side leads to the Twirul Mountains, and the other side is the avenue leading to the city.

Heymos hadn't run to the fork with his horse, when suddenly there was a mess of horseshoes and shouts on the road leading to the city, as if something troublesome happened.

In a hurry to return to the city, not wanting to get into trouble and waste time, he reined in, slowed down, and listened intently.

Suddenly, a familiar voice made him startled.

Looking up again, the familiar figure in the distance has already galloped towards this side.

For some reason, Heymos pulled the rein subconsciously, and rode his horse into the trees beside him, avoiding the other party's sight.

He watched Garlan's horse gallop past him from behind the bushes.

Under the hot sun, the young man held his head up, his eyes were bright, and he looked radiant.

The wind whistled and accompanied him, and the long golden hair flew behind him.

Even though he was only dressed in rough clothes without decoration, the young man seemed to be glowing with brilliance, causing Heymos, who was watching him from behind the bushes, to lose his mind for a moment.

The sound of horseshoes went away, and so did Garlan's figure.

Heymos withdrew his gaze, and suddenly pursed his lips into a smile.

There was a touch of indescribable softness in that smile.

He thought that when he found Garlan who left without saying goodbye, he would be angry, he would be angry, he would ask questions unceremoniously, and he must get an answer from Garlan.

But the moment he saw that figure, all of this seemed unimportant.

Even that answer doesn't matter anymore.

Gallan was there.

He is where he can see.

Just this can make him smile from the bottom of his heart.

Not long after Garlan left, a group of soldiers came chasing them on horseback and galloped past in the same direction, obviously chasing Garlan.

That's the way to the Twirul Mountains.

After everyone passed by, Heymos came out from the bushes. He smiled lightly again, and then he rode his horse and followed closely behind.

…………

Garlan and Shuros were galloping on the avenue, and while Schloss urged the horse to speed up, he still had time to shout to Garlan.

"Aren't you too ruthless this time? Just tied up a nobleman?"

Garlan also replied loudly: "I said to use the ranger's method to solve it. This method is the simplest and most convenient."

"Convenience is convenience, but civilians endangering nobles is a capital offense, and this guy looks like a high-status nobleman. If you come here, he will definitely not let you go."

"It's okay, I can't die, I have a higher status than him."

Schloss snorted.

"Just brag about you, you are fair-skinned, can you compare with other brown-skinned nobles?"

While the two were riding their horses galloping and shouting to each other, Mount Twiller arrived.

With the pursuers still behind him, without further ado, Garlan rushed straight into the mountain path, followed closely by Shulos.

It was just because of yesterday's earthquake that the originally smooth mountain road was much more difficult, so they had to slow down their speed. In this way, the pursuers who had been thrown far away by them slowly caught up.

The leader is the city gate guard they met yesterday.

But presumably it should be so, the person who can take the lead in holding that kind of gladiatorial meeting among the many nobles in the city must have a high status in the city, and it was precisely with this in mind that Garlan decided to carry out the beast fight and kidnap this person.

He wanted to take the city gate guard to the blocked waterfall, and let him and all the soldiers under his command see that place with their own eyes, and see the crisis in Twirul City.

The crudest, most direct, but also the most effective way.

After running halfway up the mountain, I could no longer ride on horseback, because almost all the mountain roads had been destroyed.

Garlan simply jumped off the horse, and Schloss dragged the noble man off, and carried him roughly up the mountain while he was still in a coma.

Looking at Schulos' behavior, Garlan made a joke.

"Why, are you not afraid of death if you treat the nobles like this?"

"Tsk, I've already reached this point, it's hypocritical to look forward to the future, I'm going all out—"

Schulos is already broken.

In a trance, the corpses of the burned village a long time ago appeared again. At that time, he fled there in a panic.

This escape has been escaped for so many years.

This escape, in so many years, made him a little bit like himself, but not like himself.

So this time, he didn't want to escape.

The young man smiled slightly.

"I can't die."

He said, "I am a prince, I will protect you, you will not die."

The bard carried the noble man on his shoulders, and while walking hard on the rugged mountain path, he snorted angrily at Garlan.

"Are you a prince?"

He sneered unceremoniously.

"If you are the prince, then I am the king of Kamos!"