A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the air garden under the moonlight, hundreds of flowers are blooming, and the fragrance of flowers is tangy.

The beautiful girls shuttled through the flower garden, walking lightly, dancing among the flowers like butterflies, and their crisp laughter was like a clear spring flowing from the sky and splashing into the pool.

A mesmerizing beauty.

However, Garlan, who was sitting in it and staring at the 'beautiful scene of flowers and girls' in front of him, was not in a good mood.

His high priest, together with the head of the Royal Knights and a group of ministers, forced him to hold the celebration of the Flower Festival in the palace.

By the time he knew it, the news had spread throughout Aaron Landis. The city lords and nobles from all over the place rushed to the royal city with their daughters, nieces or younger sisters. The noble ladies in the royal city also expressed their desire to participate in the celebration.

At this point, he can't go back on his word and announce the cancellation of the celebration, and then let people turn around and go back. Isn't that just playing with others?

At this point, he had no choice but to compromise.

However, although he came to the celebration as the ministers wished, when he walked through the middle of the flower garden, his expression was awe-inspiring, his eyes were fixed, and he deliberately exuded an inaccessible aura.

Thus successfully stopping the girls in the greenhouse.

At this moment, Garlan was quietly sitting on the seat, his white fingers gently turning the green malachite wine glass in his hand.

Although the glass is not wine but fruit juice.

With one hand resting on the armrest of the white jade seat and propping up his side cheeks, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his slender eyelashes cast light shadows on his snowy cheeks.

The young king just sat there quietly, making that place a rare beauty in the world.

It attracted many noble ladies to keep peeking over, with star eyes shining, whispering to the companions around them in a low voice.

Garlan sat there seemingly carelessly, but he already sighed several times in his heart.

The incident is so big that it has even spread to other countries, it is impossible for that person not to know.

Garlan thought with a headache.

I don't know what that person will do.

If that person... probably can do anything.

I just hope he doesn't come back directly with the army.

At that time, people will definitely be mistaken for usurping the throne.

Thinking so, Garlan glanced to the side.

On the table next to it, on the soft red velvet brocade, there is a delicate feather fan.

The pure gold fan handle skeleton is hollowed out with olive leaves and flowers, the soft peacock feathers are woven with gold threads, and the pure white tassels dotted with tiny gemstones hang down on the brocade.

According to legend, Avdomir conveyed his deep feelings by giving a golden fan and a crystal mirror to the goddess of spring.

Therefore, the fan has become a symbol of conveying love at the Hanao Festival.

At this ceremony, if Garlan gave this golden fan to someone, it meant that the girl would become the princess of Aaron Landis.

Therefore, in addition to staring at Garlan, many noble ladies in the garden also cast their scorching gazes on the golden fan beside Garlan from time to time.

Glancing at the troublesome golden fan, Garlan sighed again in his heart.

Headache.

He thought, raising his hand and rubbing his temple.

At this moment, a brisk footstep sounded, walking towards him.

Garlan looked up, and saw a girl with wavy flaxen-colored hair walking towards him lightly with a long skirt in hand, her eyes were shining brightly at him, as if she wanted to say a thousand words.

He remembered her.

Not long ago, he had just walked to the bottom of the flower garden, and when he was going to go around to the stone steps in the middle, a girl suddenly jumped down from the top, which startled him, and he reached out his hand reflexively to catch the girl.

At that time, the girl caught by him also stared at him with such shining eyes.

He didn't hate that look at all.

Because the girl looked at him very cleanly and brightly, as if she had opened her eyes and recognized her master's little puppy.

The girl running towards him now looked like a puppy running towards him with its big tail wagging and its big black eyes open.

Garlan found it interesting, so he smiled.

It's just that the corners of his mouth just raised.

Keng!

A cracking sound suddenly sounded.

A long sword fell from the sky, and a sword stabbed in front of the girl who was running towards him.

Broken ground and rocks.

………That guy really can do anything………

Silently looking at the long sword that split the ground, Garlan only had one thought in his mind at the moment.

Although he was put together by Xie Muer and others, since he dared to come to participate in this celebration, he naturally thought of a way to escape.

If there is no accident, not only can the celebration end smoothly, but he can also make Shemuer and the others unable to mention the matter of letting him marry the princess for a long time.

It's just that no matter how well he planned.

Heymos was the only variable among them.

Sure enough, as soon as this guy appeared, everything fell into chaos.

Ah, the headache.

With the sound of the sharp sword shattering the ground, the entire flower garden was instantly silent.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Many people's smiles froze on their faces.

In the entire courtyard, everyone's eyes fell on the long sword slanted on the rocky ground, their gazes were dull.

This is... what kind of situation?

Everyone was a little confused for a while.

A group of well-trained guards rushed forward quickly, and under the leadership of the knight commander who was on duty tonight, blocked Garlan completely.

The knight commander held a long sword and was already in a fighting posture, but when he looked up and saw someone coming, he was startled.

He looked back at King Garlan in astonishment, with a questioning look.

When he saw that King Garlan waved his hand to signal him to retreat, he nodded, and simply retreated with his subordinates.

The originally bustling flower garden was already quiet, and everyone looked at the tall man who didn't know when he appeared in the flower garden in astonishment, watching him walk step by step from the middle.

He was dressed in black armor, and his jet-black hair seemed to melt into the night.

He was like a black wolf that came out of the silent night silently, walking towards everyone coldly and arrogantly.

Black Knight Heymos.

It is said that Aaron Landis was the strongest fighter who was said to have repelled tens of thousands of Geshu's army by himself.

Even those who saw him for the first time could guess the man's identity almost instantly.

Even if he doesn't say a word, his existence is enough to make everyone silent.

Those delicate noble women were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they didn't dare to scream.

Their survival instinct made them dare not make any changes in front of this dangerous man.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Heymos walked up to Garlan who was seated.

He didn't walk fast, but he was very powerful, and the boots under his feet made heavy footsteps on the stone slabs.

One step, one step, the footsteps sounded like a shocking drumbeat, stepping heavily on people's hearts.

His pace was not hurried or slow, and his posture was proud, as if he couldn't see the dense crowd in front of him at all.

But wherever he went, there seemed to be an invisible sense of oppression emanating from his body, making those who stood in front of him retreat involuntarily.

Every time he took a step forward, the crowd in front of him was like sea water being suddenly parted, and they consciously gave way to a wide road.

The originally lively celebration suddenly became strangely quiet because of the appearance of this man.

Soon, under the silent gaze of everyone, he walked to Leia's side, before the sword he threw.

At this time, the girl was still in a state of bewilderment.

She stared blankly at the long sword in front of her, her brain, which was so frightened that it was completely disconnected, was still on strike.

Heymos came from behind her, over her shoulder.

Then, stand beside the long sword in front of her.

Leya, who was in a daze, vaguely felt a tall figure enveloped herself. Before she could look up, an arm stretched out from her eyes.

She stared blankly at the big brown hand holding the hilt of the long sword.

Use a little force.

There was a harsh friction sound of cracking gravel.

Leiya widened her eyes, watching in astonishment that the long sword that had been pierced three feet deep into the stone slab was easily pulled out by that hand.

The broken stones that burst out from the cracks in the stone slab splashed away, and several of them splashed onto the hem of her skirt.

Seeing that the hand that drew the sword was withdrawn, instinctively, she looked up along that hand.

The moonlight shone obliquely from behind the man.

In the backlight, she couldn't see the face of the tall man standing in front of her clearly.

But she saw the man's eyes, looking at her in half-shadow.

The man glanced at her.

Just a glance.

For a moment, her mind went blank.

Her body reacted faster than her mind.

Her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground. The cold stone floor seemed to seep into her legs.

Her pupils and lips trembled, but she couldn't even utter a cry, and her hands on the ground trembled involuntarily.

too horrible.

This person... so scary.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in her blank mind.

"Heymos."

Suddenly a clear voice sounded in the silence, breaking the silence in the garden.

The corner of Heymos' eyes moved, and he turned his head to look up.

Garlan, who was sitting on the upper seat, looked at him.

"You scared her."

Garlan said, his bright golden eyes met Heymos' eyes.

In the night, Heymos looked at Garlan above.

The golden-red pupils reflected the flames all around, and there was a golden arc on the edge of the iris of the pupils, and deep in the eyes were the red flames that had been sucked into the flames and ignited.

Garlan's figure was reflected in his pupils, as if being burned by the flames in his eyes.

When the night wind passed by, the black forehead moved, and the shadow reflected in the pupil also swayed endlessly.

Heymos looked up at Garlan, half of his cheeks were glowing with fire.

His face was half bright and half dark, interlaced with light and shadow.

The edge of the black armor on his body refracted a glimmer of light, giving off a cold and hard luster unique to metal, as if exuding the cold air brought back from the northern region.

Heymos remained silent, but Garlan spoke again.

"You scared her."

Garlan repeated again.

The girl who was so frightened that she fell to the ground was still trembling, but her eyes lit up when she heard Garlan's words.

King Garlan... Is he protecting her?

Did he feel that she was special?

Ah, sure enough, the relationship between her and him is destined~~

There was a sweet feeling in her heart, and Leiya felt that she had received great comfort.

Immediately, her hands stopped trembling, and she even forgot that the man who looked like a god was still by her side, and looked up at Garlan with sparkling eyes.

The girl sat on the ground, her flaxen wavy long hair spread out on her slender shoulders.

Her long skirt was laid on the white stone floor, and there was still a hazy mist in the moist eyes looking at Garlan, and her whole body was like a blooming flower.

"King Garlan..."

She called out in a low voice, with the sweetness of a girl in her voice.

Such a delicate and flowery girl, no matter who it is, can't help but feel pity at a glance.

No one noticed that the gloomy look in Heymos' eyes deepened in this sweet call.

No one noticed that because Garlan spoke first, Zuo Sixiang, who was about to stand up and accuse Heymos of being rude, choked up and closed his mouth.

King Garlan had already spoken, so of course it was not good for him to interrupt, after all, interrupting the king's words was an act of disrespect in front of the imperial court.

The flower garden was still very quiet, only Garlan's voice echoed in the night sky.

Garlan and Heymos looked at each other with disapproval in their eyes.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Heymos silently.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Heymos lowered his eyes, the shadow of his forehead covering the emotion in his eyes.

As soon as he raised his hand, there was a clang, and the long sword was sheathed.

Afterwards, Heymos directly reached out to pick it up.

Leya was staring at Garlan who was defending her with eyes full of excitement, when she suddenly felt her body lighten.

Immediately afterwards, she was picked up by the back collar, and she was lifted directly from the ground.

Heymos was much taller than her, and when he picked her up, he let her feet hang in the air.

The girl was a little confused.

and many more.

This movement, this posture, is no different from carrying a puppy.

and many more.

King Garlan is watching, it would be embarrassing for me to be carried like this——

Before she could speak, Heymos had put her down.

He bowed slightly, a gesture of apology to Leia.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally let go of the sword just now, which surprised you. I will send someone to send an apology tomorrow."

said Heymos, holding the sword in one hand and pressing the other to his chest.

That words, that attitude, looks polite.

Unfortunately, his tone of voice did not fluctuate, it was very indifferent, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to be perfunctory.

How could a heavy long sword fly over a distance of nearly [-] meters by accidentally letting go, and even smash the stone ground!

The onlookers couldn't help shouting from the bottom of their hearts when they heard it.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Leia to answer, Heymos turned away from her and continued to walk forward.

He walked up to Garlan, bent down, and knelt on one knee.

With his left hand resting on his raised knee, his right hand raised the sheathed long sword in front of Garlan's eyes.

"This is a spoil from the Geshurians."

He said, raising his eyes, looking at Garlan sharply.

The firelight refracted a cold arc of metal on the long sword in his hand.

"Give it to you."

Gallan: "..."

He was still thinking about how to find an excuse for Heymos's act of breaking in with a sword. This guy had already found an excuse himself.

Although this excuse is extremely perfunctory...

However, he is the king, and if he approves, others will naturally not talk too much.

"Will you accept it?"

The golden-red eyes stared at Garlan.

Garlan could clearly see the burning gaze of the man right in front of him.

He was sure.

If he doesn't take it, this guy will definitely behave even more recklessly.

Sighing softly in his heart, he stretched out his hand to take the sword from Heymos.

"I read the military newspaper, and the Geshu people have retreated. This is all thanks to you, Heymos."

he said, smiling slightly at Heymos.

Heymos was still kneeling on one knee, raised his head, and looked at Garlan deeply.

He suddenly smiled.

He said: "Speaking of which, today is the Flower Festival. According to the tradition, I gave you the sword and you accepted it. Does this mean that you accepted my marriage proposal?"

Due to the sudden appearance of Heymos and a series of actions, the entire garden was extremely silent.

Therefore, even though Heymos said this in a low voice, many people nearby still heard it, and the faces of those people froze immediately.

Suo Jia, who had been drinking without lifting his head since Heymos appeared, had his eyelids twitch.

It's over.

Lord Heymos was so irritated that he was going to be in big trouble.

How should this end.

"Master Heymos!"

Before Garlan could speak, Prime Minister Zuo, who had endured for a long time, scolded angrily.

"Even if it's a celebration, you can't make fun of His Majesty! This kind of behavior is too presumptuous!"

Heymos glanced at Zuo Sixiang who was standing up beside him, and there was a little coldness in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little.

"It's true, even if you're joking, you can't use it on 'Your Majesty'."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'Your Majesty'.

As he spoke, he stood up and smiled slightly.

"Your Majesty, it's rare for me to be lucky. When I return to the city, I will catch up with the Huayu Festival celebration. Please allow me to participate in this celebration, okay?"

He said to Garlan with a smile.

It's okay, okay... Lord Heymos is still rational.

Suo Jia covered his chest that was about to be smashed by his beating heart, thinking happily.

"Maybe, my beloved is in this courtyard?"

Heymos stared at Garlan.

Word by word, meaning to say.

Pfft!

Suo Jia's heart trembled violently again.

Fuck, this is really bad for the heart.

Also, why are Keyhors and the Chief Mistress not here?

Why was he the only one who knew the inside story?

Why should he be here alone in fear?

Suo Jia, who was aggrieved, secretly looked up.

Garlan was very calm, showing no expression, just nodded.

"Okay, since you are interested in this celebration, sit next to me."

As if he didn't understand the hint in Heymos' words, Garlan replied calmly.

No matter how provocative the opponent is, not accepting the move, it is like punching cotton, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at Garlan's expressionless face, Heymos, who felt his teeth itching, had the urge to bite down hard.

But he held back in the end, lowered his eyes to cover up the displeasure in his eyes, and sat down on the seat next to Garlan.

Garlan clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry too much about it, just treat it as one more participant in the celebration, just like everyone else."

Garlan turned his head to look at the chief attendant who was in charge of the ceremony.

"continue."

After Garlan said this, the originally silent flower garden quickly returned to its former bustle.

The only difference is that although many noble women did not dare to step forward, they still cast their eyes on King Garlan from time to time.

But now, there is one more person beside King Garlan.

The feeling that the black knight gave them was so terrifying that the girls didn't dare to look over there, for fear of accidentally meeting the eyes of that terrifying man.

...This kind of vicious dog guards the sense of sight that belongs to him...

The corner of Suo Jia's mouth couldn't help but twitched as he couldn't restrain himself from thinking this way.

Heymos sat next to Garlan, and naturally, he saw the gorse fan on the red brocade on the table.

His eyes sank and darkened again.

After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand to pick up the golden fan, unfolded it with a swish, and scanned it carefully.

"There's a crack here."

Heymos, who stared at the golden fan for a long time, said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Garlan was originally looking at the resuming lively celebration below indifferently, but he turned his head when he heard what Heymos said.

"crack?"

How could there be cracks in this royal treasure carefully crafted by royal craftsmen?

Garlan glanced over, and found a thin crack.

He wanted to see clearly, so he moved his face closer to look carefully.

But he didn't notice that, in this way, his head actively approached Heymos.

The fan that Heymos raised and unfolded happened to cover the lower half of their faces.

While Garlan was staring at the thin crack, a shadow suddenly covered him, very lightly and very quickly, Heymos kissed him on the lips.

In the next second, the person quickly backed away, and closed the golden fan in his hand with a snap, and retracted it.

All of this happened extremely quickly, and by the time the dazed Garlan realized it, Heymos was already sitting upright, continuing to play with the golden fan in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Garlan's heart was beating violently, and he couldn't stop no matter what.

This is the feeling of cheating in public...

He pursed his lips tightly and tried his best to pretend nothing had happened, not even looking at Heymos.

While playing with the golden fan in his hand, Heymos glanced at the people around him indiscriminately from the corner of his eye.

He saw Garlan clenched his hand on the armrest, then loosened it, and pressed his lips tightly together.

Obviously a little flustered but forced to calm down.

Obviously a little angry but trying to pretend nothing happened.

The tip of the ear protruding from the golden hair is already slightly red.

The corner of Heymos' mouth slightly raised, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.