A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Although the sun was about to set, the heat was still there, even the wind blowing over was still hot, and most people were wearing cool short clothes.However, Gore stood there, but he felt like he had fallen into the ice cellar.The chill from the bottom of his heart spread throughout his internal organs, so cold that he almost shivered.

His most beloved horsewhip with golden thread pattern fell to the ground, stained with dirty soil, and he couldn't care less about it.

The blond child stood in front of him, with a cute smile on his baby fat face.

For a moment, Gore only felt his eyes go black.

It’s over.

He is finished.

This is a trap!It must be a trap!

Prince Garlan must have deliberately concealed his identity and played with himself!Otherwise, if he revealed his identity earlier, it would be too late for him to fawn on him, how dare he do anything to the prince?

Gore, who was speculating with great malice, did not expect that even if Garlan said that he was a prince, he would not believe it at all, and would only laugh and laugh The child had a meal.

Just when Gore's eyes were black and his whole body was cold, the little prince gave another soft ah, as if he remembered something again, and then showed Gore again that other people seemed so cute, Gore looked But it made his heart tremble again with a smile.

"Let me introduce you again."

Garlan grabbed Heymos who was beside him and dragged him over.

Then, pointing at Heymos, he said, "This, is the 'bastard brat' you called just now."

He repeated what Gore had just said out loud.

The child's smile is as bright as the setting sun that is about to fall into the horizon at this moment.

"He is my brother, Prince Heymos."

As soon as Garlan's words fell, Gore had already slumped to the ground.

At this time, his eyes were no longer black, but his mind was blank.

There are only two words that keep swirling in my mind.

It’s over.

He's all over--

Even if the incident in the slums hadn't been exposed, he actually intended to hold Prince Garland hostage just now and insulted Prince Heymos. These two incidents were enough to cause him to die ten or eight times.

He sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes glazed over, and all his subordinates were also like mourners, kneeling on the ground and not daring to raise their heads.

Suddenly there was a very inappropriate puff, and the stunned female knight next to her finally couldn't help letting out a chuckle at this moment.

She was originally shocked because of Garlan's identity, and was a little terrified because of her rudeness to the prince not long ago. Now, seeing Garlan's embarrassing look, she was so cute that she couldn't bear it. I can't help but want to laugh.

If the little prince had ears and a tail, the ears must be moving excitedly at this moment, and the tail must be up to the sky, making people want to grab it hard.

Yes, yelling.

Fataya didn't know that the word pretentious was more appropriate to describe Garlan's current appearance.

Obviously, the female knight is not alone in thinking so.

Kayhos, who had already stood up, lowered his head, his scattered blond hair blocked his eyes, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Heymos, who was dragged by Garlan, had soft eyes and reached out to touch Garlan's head.

However, the moment he touched his head, most of Garlan's majestic aura (in his opinion) was dispelled.Garlan glared at Heymos angrily, but after thinking about it, it was almost enough, and he had successfully pretended to be a coward.

...Well, it's not perfect though.

I always feel something is missing.

What's missing...

Garlan pondered for a while, and finally realized what was missing.

Hey, the token is broken.

Garlan thought regretfully.

When revealing his identity, if he could hold that token and wave it in front of this guy—at least his aura would be doubled.

Well, jot it down and note it down to keep an eye on this in the future.

The first time I pretended to be aggressive, the skills were not proficient enough, which is excusable, and it will be fine if I practice more in the future.

Why don't you go back and ask Brother Kamos for a gold one, the gold one is more powerful and domineering, and it's not so easy to smash.

Remembering this matter in his mind, Garlan completely lost interest in Gore, who was slumped on the ground, and turned to look at Fataya.

He said, "Sister Fataya..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fataya knelt down in panic.

"Your Highness, please don't call me that."

Remembering that she touched a prince's head and pinched his face not long ago, she was terrified.

"Before...before, I was too rude, please forgive me, prince!"

Looking at Fataya's tense appearance, Garlan didn't say much. After all, in this world, class is insurmountable.

"Although those behaviors are a bit disrespectful..."

Hanging Fataya's heart, he bent his eyes and smiled.

"However, you've been trying your best to protect me, so it's worth it."

Fataya breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head in thanks, and then stood up.

When the matter came to an end, the little black mouse quickly climbed up the owner's body, and got into a small pocket hanging on the side of Caihors's waist, where Caihors had already put the cheese as a reward for it.

Heymos rode a horse with Garlan in his arms, and Kehos rode closely beside him.

The majestic and mighty guards guarded the two princes in the middle and escorted them towards the inner city.Fataya followed behind on the horse she had recovered, looking at the guards with a bit of envy in her eyes.

If she can also be in this army...

When they reached the gate of the inner city, the guards stopped. The guards in training were not allowed to enter the inner city of the king's city. Therefore, after escorting the prince to the gate, they had to return to the training place immediately.

Next, the city guard will take over the task of guarding the prince and interrogating the criminals who intend to kidnap and murder the prince.

The city guard is divided into two parts, the east and the west. Fataya belongs to the east. Naturally, she will report to her superior first, and then bring the east city guard to take over.

Keyhos did not return to training with the Guards.

His current status is the guardian knight of the prince, and he is no longer a guard. He can participate in the special training because of the special permission of King Kamos.Therefore, he planned to escort the prince back to the palace first, and then return to the special training camp.

Hundreds of soldiers from the city guard escorted the group of criminals towards the direction of the justice department, but many soldiers couldn't help but secretly glance towards the center of the group.

At the center of the procession was their prince Aaron Landis, many of whom were seeing the two princes for the first time.

At this moment, Garlan was carried on horseback by Heymos, leaning against Heymos' arms, with long eyelashes hanging down, showing a somewhat sleepy expression.

Running around all afternoon today, and experiencing so many things, his body as a child is really exhausted.Riding on the horse swayed, and the embrace he was nestling in was so warm that he couldn't help feeling drowsy, and he dozed off in Heymos' arms.

The little boy was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open, so he nestled in his arms obediently. He was so cute and obedient, which made Heymos feel soft when he saw it. He held the rein with one hand, and guarded Garlan with the other. Prevent Garlan from falling.

He turned his gaze, then suddenly stopped in one place, frowned, reached out and grabbed Garlan's wrist, and lifted it up.

"You are hurt?"

He stared at a cut on the inside of Garlan's arm, and asked in a bad tone, "Who did it?"

Garlan, who was drowsy at first, suddenly regained consciousness after being caught and questioned like this.

He raised his eyes and saw the wound that Heymos asked about. It was the boy who accidentally cut his arm with a knife when he cut the bag containing the token. However, the wound was not deep, just a shallow one. It had scabbed over, leaving a pale pink line on his arm.

"Accidentally rubbed..."

Before Garlan could finish his answer, his eyes suddenly widened.

He looked at Heymos holding his arm in astonishment, lowered his head, and his thin lips fell on his wound.

The moist and warm thing that was licking his wound knew what it was even without thinking about it, and it moved on his freshly scabbed wound, accompanied by a bit of tingling pain and a bit itchy touch.

Watching Heymos suddenly lower his head to lick the wound on his arm, Garlan was dumbfounded before he could react when he heard Fataya yell loudly.

"Master Xichengwei, what are you trying to do!"

Fataya's shout made Garlan subconsciously turn his head to look. He saw a group of soldiers in city guard uniforms standing in front of the city avenue, blocking their way.

The leading middle-aged man glanced at Fataya and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

As he spoke, he raised a roll of golden parchment in his hand, shook his hand, and unfolded it in front of everyone.

"According to the chief's order, the western part of our city guard was ordered to receive prisoners who intended to harm the prince."

The head of the West City Guard held up the order and said, "Please hand over the prisoner to me."

In the wooden cage on the carriage, Gore, who had been sitting in the cage in a daze, suddenly raised his head at this moment, and his dull eyes once again became radiant.

He looked expectantly at the head of the Western City Guard opposite, as if he couldn't wait to be taken over by him.

The person in charge of the western part of the city guard is the head of the chief.

Fataya clenched her lower lip. She turned her head and looked at the boss who led the team. Her boss also had serious eyes at the moment.

The Trial Division is under the jurisdiction of the Chief Director. It is his authority to order the handover of prisoners. No one here at the moment can refute the order of the Chief Director.

However, Fataya knew that once these prisoners were handed over to the west of the city guard, it would be like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

"Master Xichengwei! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the prince?"

She said angrily, "This is a lunatic who intends to hurt the prince. Naturally, the prince will interrogate him personally! What do you mean by blocking the prince's way and intending to snatch the prisoner who hurt the prince?"

"His Royal Highness is naturally honorable and cannot be desecrated."

The head of the West City Guard replied with a steady tone, neither humble nor overbearing, and did not leak.

"I didn't mean to offend the prince, but I was just following the orders of the chief minister." He said, "Although the prince is honorable, according to the law, he has no right to interfere with the duties of the judge."

He turned to Garlan, lowered his head slightly, and saluted the two princes.

"I was dedicated to performing official duties and offended the two princes. When the official duties are completed, I will go to the two princes to plead guilty."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, held up the order issued by the Chief Secretary in his hand, and looked at the opposite side with an awe-inspiring face and no fear of dignitaries.

"Now, please hand over the prisoner to me immediately."

He said the momentum was compelling.

"Here, no one can refute this order issued by the Chief Secretary!"

Fataya gritted her teeth, unwilling to the extreme.

But she couldn't think about it, she could only watch the soldiers on the opposite side come over, wanting to receive the prisoners.

"is it?"

A voice suddenly sounded around the corner.

A dark horse came out from around the corner, and the rider continued.

"Chief of the West City Guard, can you look at me?"

The head of the West City Guard, who had an imposing face, trembled instantly, and the golden parchment in his hand fell to the ground.

But he no longer cared about this order that he valued very much just now, he quickly got off his horse and knelt on the ground.

A gust of wind blew by, and with a sound of swish, the fiery red cloak flew up in the air reflecting the light of the setting sun, like a flame burning in the air.

His slightly curly brown hair swayed slightly in the wind, and the robust King Kamos came on horseback, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, like a majestic and proud lion walking in his territory.

With a glance of those piercing eyes like charcoal fire, everyone got off their horses one after another, kneeling on the ground in admiration or horror, Heymos also led Garlan off the horse.

King Kamos rode his horse to the kneeling West City Guard Chief.

He said, "Look, can I overrule this order issued by the Chief Secretary?"

The head of the West City Guard didn't answer, he knelt on the ground, lowered his head deeply, his forehead was almost touching the ground, and beads of sweat kept flowing down.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. The king's gaze looking down at him from top to bottom was like a sharp sword, which made him feel cold all over.

King Kamos snorted softly, and ignored the man.

He turned his horse's head, turned around and walked to Garlan's side. When his eyes fell on Garlan, the majestic expression on his face disappeared instantly.

He bent down, picked up Garlan with both hands, and placed him on the horse in front of him.

"Garlan, have you had enough fun?"

Before leaving the palace to look for Garlan, King Kamos, who had a serious expression on his face and said that he must reprimand Garlan, patted his little brother's head with a smile and said, "Good boy, go home with Brother Wang." gone."

While he was talking, he suddenly saw the shallow scar on Garlan's arm.

Suddenly, the Lion King was unhappy.

"What happened? Who hurt you?"

King Kamos said while grabbing Garlan's hand.

Most people who have experienced the battlefield will habitually use saliva to disinfect small wounds, and Kamos is no exception.

He lowered his head almost habitually, sucking his little brother's wound.

"Brother Wang."

Garlan watched him suck his own wound, and suddenly called out to him.

Kamos raised his head, still holding Garlan's arm, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"No."

Garlan shook his head.

"I meant to say."

Pointing to the wound on his arm, he whispered, "Brother Wang, you and Heymos kissed indirectly."

King Kamos: "..."

Heymos: "..."

I didn't hear anything!

heard nothing!

This was the heartfelt cry of the blond knight who accidentally heard the little prince's words when he was close.