A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

It was already late at night, when everything was silent, but Garlan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Wang Ting was cleaned up by him from top to bottom, and a group of silverfish were cleared out.

Those aristocratic families who rely on their long history and influence have also settled down a lot and restrained themselves.

The commercial and trade situation in Wangcheng has also completely stabilized, and the commercial and trade bureau in charge of Tal is in good condition.

That merchant's taxation can be said to be making a lot of money every day, and Tal, who wanted to help him earn more money, even secretly organized a caravan. With the convenience of having all the information of the Intelligence Department, one can imagine that this caravan In the future, the caravan will definitely only earn but not lose.

The road project started outside the royal city also went smoothly. Those people who had changed from slaves to civilians and didn't know how to make a living had jobs. They were full of longing and hope for the future, and they all worked very hard.

These matters finally came to an end, and during this period of time, Garlan also relaxed a lot.

It's just that sometimes, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, looking at the starry night sky outside the window, he has the illusion of not knowing if he is in a dream.

He succeeded in sitting on the throne.

In this way, Aaron Landis will not be destroyed in the future.

And he himself will no longer be cursed by the gods for this.

The future self will not die again and again before reaching adulthood.

Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly that Garlan felt unreal.

How long will I stay in Aaron Landis?

Will he stay on the throne until he dies of old age?

Moreover, if he dies of old age here, is he really dead, or will his conscious soul return to his own time?

If history has been changed by him, what will happen to future generations?

Will he also change in future generations?

Waking up in the middle of the night again, Garlan was lying on the bed, thinking about these questions that inadvertently popped up in his mind, only feeling dizzy and unable to fall asleep no matter what.

He shook his head vigorously to shake off those messy thoughts, then sat up and looked at the night outside the window.

At this time, that person may not have fallen asleep...

Once the thought comes together, you can't stop it.

After thinking for a while, Garlan got up straight away, jumped out of the window skillfully, and left his palace without a sound.

After crossing a secluded road, Garlan looked at the familiar white stone wall in front of him, and then lightly jumped up.

He looked at the silent courtyard and jumped into it from the high wall.

Heymos should have sensed his arrival.

After all, at this time, he is usually still practicing martial arts and has not fallen asleep.And with his hearing that is different from ordinary people, he probably heard it when he was still outside the wall.

Garlan who fell into the courtyard looked around while walking forward.

A long stream surrounds the courtyard as always, flowing happily in the silent night.

The clear water reflects the moonlight, sparkling.

He was a little puzzled.

Usually at this time, Heymos should be sweating profusely in the night to challenge the limit of his physical strength. Why is there no one today?

Is it rare to go to bed early?

He had almost reached the middle of the courtyard but did not see that familiar figure, so Garlan stopped in his tracks.

... Then I came at a very inopportune time.

He was a little depressed.

It was rare for him to come here on a whim, but Heymos went to bed early tonight.

Forget it.

Since the other party has rested, it is better for him to go back quickly.

Thinking of this, Garlan turned around and planned to leave.

Walking beside the cheerfully flowing stream, his footsteps lightly stepped on the stone slab that was splashed a little wet by the stream, and the emerald green grass swayed gently at his feet.

The moonlight fell, and through the branches and leaves of the cypress tree, a bunch of them happened to be reflected on the slender ankle of the young man, making the skin there more and more white in the dark night.

At the moment that one foot landed, water splashed suddenly.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the originally calm stream and grabbed Garlan's ankle.

With one force, his whole body was dragged into the water.

Caught off guard, his ankle was suddenly pulled away by a huge force, and Garlan's body suddenly lost his balance and fell down.

But he reacted very quickly.

With his hands on the ground, his body turned over with this support.

He turned back and kicked the person in the water hard with the other foot.

The man dodged back, and the hand holding his ankle was naturally released.

Gallan regained his freedom.

However, as soon as he landed, the person in the stream stretched out his hand again, grabbing his left wrist which was propped on the ground just now.

Pull hard.

The speed was too fast and the strength was too strong. He couldn't resist at all. He was dragged forward by the people in the water and fell into the stream all at once.

With a plop, water splashed everywhere.

The cool water rushed over quickly, wrapping his body gently.

Garlan fell into the water, with a pair of arms around him, and the familiar feeling made him react immediately.

So the panic of falling into the water immediately dissipated.

Sure enough, before he could do anything, those hands had already grasped his waist and lifted him up.

With a splash, half of his body emerged from the water.

His whole body was already drenched, and water droplets fell from his cheeks one after another.

Garlan opened his eyes with great difficulty, and as expected, those golden-red eyes with slightly raised arcs were reflected in his eyes.

Heymos, submerged from the waist down, leaned against a rock by the stream.

The wet, jet-black hair stuck to his cheeks, and the drops of water dripping from the ends of the hair slid down his handsome face, staining his light-colored thin lips.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the tiny drops of water seemed to be rolling down from his slender eyelashes.

He was just wearing a thin sleeveless jacket, which was soaked in water and stuck tightly to his body, revealing the well-textured muscle traces on his chest.

That tall body, although half submerged in the water, can still be seen with broad shoulders and narrow waist, it is as perfect as a stone carving, with almost no flaws.

Heymos leaned against the rock, with a smile in his eyes, and a laziness in his whole body.The brown skin reflected the light moonlight, with a honey-like luster, a wild sex appeal like a black panther lying on the ground in the wilderness.

The extremely beautiful scene before him actually made Garlan's heart skip a beat, speeding up a little.

He calmed down and recalled what happened just now, so the feeling of heartbeat just now disappeared in an instant.

He looked at Heymos sullenly.

"on purpose?"

This guy must have heard him coming, so he deliberately hid in the stream, and suddenly appeared to scare him when he passed by the stream.

Heymos shrugged.

"I just got out of the water after exercising and wanted to cool off, when I heard you coming."

He looked at Garlan fixedly, and raised his lips.

"It's so hot, why don't you come down and cool off?"

Slightly narrowing his golden eyes, Garlan, who looked unhappy, suddenly leaned forward and raised his hand.

Heymos' hands were still wrapped around his submerged waist, and he didn't have time to lift them up.

As a result, Garlan's horizontal right arm easily pressed Heymos' throat.

"Next time you sneak attack like this again, I will not be polite."

Pressing the vital part of the opponent's throat with his arm, Garlan, who was shocked by the sneak attack and was very dissatisfied, threatened the opponent in this way.

"How old are you? Still playing this kind of prank?"

Heymos didn't react immediately—or maybe it was because he was defenseless against the person in front of him, so Garlan got so close to him so easily.

He didn't resist either, but when he raised his eyes and glanced at Garlan, his breath suddenly became stagnant.

The teenager pressed him against the rock with his elbows, a position that brought the two of them extremely close.

Moist blond hair glistening with water hung down from the boy's cheeks, fell on his body, and wrapped around his arms.

Because his whole body was submerged in the water just now, Garlan's whole body was already soaked.

A thin layer of silk clothing was soaked in water and stuck tightly to the boy's body, clearly displaying the slightly green but extremely graceful flexible figure under the moonlight, almost at a glance.

The drenched silk garment was almost translucent, reflecting the moonlight, revealing a faint flesh color.

Just one glance made Heymos' mouth dry.

He quickly moved his eyes up and landed on Garlan's face.

Under the moonlight, the gold-like blond hair glowed with a fine luster, and a little glimmer of light made the young man even more astonishingly beautiful.

Water droplets dripped from the wet golden forehead, rolled over the corners of the eyes, and slid down the cheeks.

For some reason, Heymos followed the drop of water closely, as if possessed by a demon, and he could see wherever it slipped.

He watched it slowly roll down the boy's slender chin.

pat.

There was an inaudible sound.

It dripped on the surface of the water, making a few shallow ripples.

Throat swallowed, unconscious, uncontrollable.

Heymos suddenly felt that he was extremely thirsty, his throat was so dry that it seemed to be on fire.

His golden-red eyes stared straight at the drops of water dripping from Garlan's chin, and he felt that no matter how much he swallowed, he couldn't quench his thirst.

And Garlan, who felt his throat wriggling under the pressure of his arm, thought that he was pressing too hard, making Heymos uncomfortable, so he quickly raised his arm.

When he raised his hand, Heymos, who was originally pressed by him on the rock, suddenly leaned forward and leaned over.

Before he could react, Heymos' face was already close to his side cheek.

The thin lips opened, and the tip of the protruding tongue gently licked away the drops of water that rolled down to his chin.

Garlan who was suddenly licked on the face was stunned for a moment.

The next second, the hands that were only lightly supporting his waist suddenly exerted force, pushing him forward.

Those arms hugged him tightly.

The cluster of flames that suddenly burned from the deepest part of the body spread throughout the whole body in an instant, making people out of control in an instant.

As soon as Heymos made a strong hand, he inserted the flexible and beautiful young body in front of him into his arms.

He sucked the drops of water that rolled down from Garlan's cheeks, and licked the water marks on his fair neck.

Greedy, eager.

Only in this way can the burning thirst and pain in his throat be relieved.

However, it is not enough.

Nothing is enough.

At first, it was just sucking, licking the tender skin that seemed to be exuding a seductive breath, and then, unconsciously, it turned into biting.

I want to bite down hard, swallow it, and relieve the hunger and thirst in my body.

Unwilling and reluctant, for fear of biting the person in his arms, he could only hold back his longing and bite lightly.

The hunger and thirst were relieved, but more thirst was overwhelming.

The person in his arms called his name softly, one by one.

The blood in the body seemed to be boiling because of this, almost making people crazy.

Even though he was immersed in the cold water, he felt as if his whole body was about to burn.

The indescribably sweet taste that makes people dizzy and almost forget their own existence explodes in the deepest part of the body.

The almost pain-sweet taste almost makes people—

Suddenly, Heymos paused.

His whole body seemed to be frozen, and he froze in place.

…………

Garlan was panicking.

Obviously, he was still talking well one second ago, but the next second, for some reason, Heymos suddenly burst out with a strong aggressiveness.

He was tightly pressed in the arms of the other party, and the overwhelming force that suppressed him made him unable to struggle at all.

He also didn't dare to resist forcefully and cause too much movement to attract the attention of the night guards.

He could only call Heymos' name in a low voice, trying to let him let him go.

But his weak cry like a kitten only added fuel to the fire——

He was alarmed to realize that Heymos's persistently licking and sucking lips had moved along his neck and gradually landed on the sensitive collarbone.

It was scorching hot.

No!

Just when Garlan was so panicked that he didn't care whether he would attract others' attention, and was about to resist with all his strength, Heymos suddenly stopped his movements.

Immediately afterwards, there was a splash of water.

Heymos lifted him out of the water and put him on the bank.

"It's too late, you should go back."

Garlan, who was dazed by everything that happened and ended suddenly, knelt on the bank of the stream, and before he had time to catch his breath, he heard Heymos' words.

He looked at Heymos in bewilderment.

He knelt on the bank, while Heymos was still standing in the stream, submerged from the waist down.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Heymos' voice and behavior were a little stiff and strange, perhaps because one eye was covered by wet black hair, and he felt a sense of embarrassment inexplicably.

Heymos stood upright in the water, with his hands on the shore, motionless.

The surface of the water swayed around his waist, and the darkness below the surface of the water was too dark to see clearly.

The two of them were clearly facing each other, but Heymos looked away for some reason and did not meet him.

"Aren't you coming up?"

Garlan asked suspiciously.

Heymos glanced at him, then quickly looked away, and shook his head.

"It's too hot, I'll soak for a while, you go first."

The man urged again.

"Your clothes are soaked, go back and change."

Garlan, who was urged to leave by Heymos for the first time, walked away confused.

Seeing the boy's back disappear from sight, Heymos finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his body that had been standing stiffly just now softened all of a sudden.

He turned around and leaned against the rock, breathing uncontrollably and quickly.

damn...

He pursed his lips tightly.

Fortunately, it was dark at this moment, and Garlan couldn't see out of the corner of his eyes.

The slightly red corners of the eyes were burned red by the suppressed desire.

It was quiet in the courtyard.

Later, clouds drifted over in the night sky, blocking the bright full moon and plunging the earth into darkness.

From behind the rocks by the stream came the man's rapid and heavy panting, as if he was struggling to hold back his breath.

After a while, the panting sound gradually subsided.

Finally, disappear into nothingness.

In the dead of night, the drenched Heymos finally got up from the stream and left.

The stream continued to flow merrily through the night, washing everything away.

The stream water is clear, and there is no trace of strangeness anymore.