A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In fact, when he turned around and saw that... the bard was suddenly attacked by the bandit who was pretending to be dead, Garlan was not too worried.

Brother Wang could crush a guy with this level of force with one finger, and he could easily defeat him. Looking at the bard's amazing archery skills just now, Garlan felt that he should be able to easily defeat the opponent.

He was waiting for Shulos to deal with the robber, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Shulos being pushed to the ground and being rubbed.

The handsome young man one moment was extremely embarrassed the next moment.

Garlan: “…………”

It seems like this guy is useless without his bow.

While he was thinking this silently in his heart, he did not dare to delay. He rushed forward and kicked the robber away from Shulos with a flying kick.

Then, with three strokes, five divided by two, he easily defeated the robber.

Because he is always surrounded by inhumanly powerful warriors like King Camos, Kayhos, and Heimos, he is made weak by comparison. However, in fact, he is trained by the violent Shamash priest all year round. His combat effectiveness is almost close to that of the Guards under King Camos.

Although he has no resistance against a pervert like Heimos, he has no problem beating ordinary people.

You know, in that war in Tozes City, many pirates were killed by him.

…

She obviously wanted a hero to save the beauty, but in the end, her life was saved by the other party.

Even Shulos, whose face was already as thick as a city wall, was extremely embarrassed at this moment.

He stood up, picked up his curved bow, and patted the dust on his body when rolling on the ground to hide his embarrassment.

However, he was embarrassed and no one paid attention to him.

Garlan stood there, pulling out his long sword from the dead bandit, casually shaking off the blood stained on it, and inserting it back into the scabbard he had just picked up.

He did not hang the sword back on the saddle, but hung it diagonally at his waist.

Looking up, Garlan was startled.

The young women had already swarmed over him at some point, throwing aside the bard who they thought was a bit handsome just now. They all gathered around him and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Each one of them had a look of admiration on their faces and kept saying things like, 'You're so awesome', 'I was really worried about you just now', 'You're much better than those men'. After all, it was their first time. When they saw a woman who was more powerful than men, they couldn't help but admire her for her handsome figure.

Under the all-round protection and strict guarding by Tapti and others, Gallan, who had never known their existence despite having many admirers, was at a loss for a while and didn't know how to deal with it.

At this moment, he saw the bride standing aside with her head lowered. The woman did not come around, but looked worried and anxious.

When he asked, he learned that the robbers had injured the groom during the robbery.

"Don't worry, he will be fine."

Garlan took the bride's hand, led her to a horse, and helped her mount.

He smiled at her and said, "After all, he will never be willing to die without getting such a beautiful bride."

The bride was startled for a moment, her face softened a bit, and she showed a grateful smile.

Fortunately, the dead bandits left behind a dozen horses, otherwise we would not know how to send these women back to the village.

The bard who was still embarrassed not long ago had already shamelessly come over, took the initiative to help other women onto their horses, then gathered the horses carrying large and small bags of belongings, and followed calmly with a coveted face. Behind Garlan and his group.

It was a gloomy time for the plundered small village. The injured groom desperately tried to rush out to save his beloved woman, but was hugged tightly by the people.

As soon as Garlan and Shulos brought these women back, they immediately alerted all the villagers.

People who had lost their daughters and sisters rushed over to hug their relatives, and they all burst into tears of gratitude to Garlan. Others also recovered their belongings one after another, and they were all smiling.

Especially the newlyweds knelt directly in front of Garlan. And the old man on crutches called his benefactor repeatedly and desperately invited Garlan and Shulos to attend the wedding dinner that was held again tonight, as if he would kneel down and kowtow if he didn't agree.

Gallan couldn't refuse, and he and Shulos were gathered at the wedding banquet venue.

Night has fallen, and the bonfires are burning on the ground. People were singing and dancing to their heart's content, drinking and laughing wantonly, as if they were trying to get rid of the shadows of the recent past.

During the wedding banquet, Shulos, who had a handsome face, was surrounded by women from the village, like stars over the moon. The bard's mouth, which seemed to be smeared with honey, made these women laugh crisply from time to time.

Late at night, Garlan left quietly under the cover of night.

The sky was already filled with stars, and the young man dressed in starlight rode forward in the night.

Looking up, the boundless starry sky is refreshing.

But not long after he ran, there was the sound of horse hooves behind him.

Garlan looked back and found that the guy who claimed to be a bard was chasing after him.

"You are so heartless to abandon me without even saying hello."

"Didn't you have a lot of fun with those girls?"

"Ah~ Miss Gal, are you jealous? Don't worry, don't worry, how can those vulgar fans compare to you? My body and soul have been dedicated to you since the first sight of you."

The corner of Garlan's mouth twitched.

"...No, you don't need to give me those useless things."

"Your words are really sad. Taking me with you will be of some use. After all, I am a bard and I have traveled to many places. I can lead the way wherever you want to go."

He smiled and said, "Besides, with me by your side, you can hear wonderful music at any time."

As he spoke, Shulos raised his hand and stroked his forehead handsomely, then took out a transverse flute from his waist, put it to his lips and started playing.

Under the empty and silent night sky, the sweet flute sound is melodious and melodious, with a mellow tone, giving people a warm feeling in the dark night.

It was indeed a very beautiful sound.

Cayjos said that the music a person plays can tell something about that person's heart.

Therefore, someone who can play such a clean and warm flute sound should not be a bad person.

Garlan thought so.

Of course, the most important thing is that even if Shulos has any bad thoughts, he can easily deal with this melee scumbag.

Although he escaped from the palace, he didn't know where to go, and he didn't want to wander aimlessly.

And this bard Shulos claimed to have traveled to many places, so it would be good to let him help him lead the way.

After playing the song, Shulos looked at Garlan expectantly with his peach blossom eyes open.

If there was a tail behind him, it would probably be wagging violently at Garlan.

"knew."

Garlan said, "Just let you follow me for the time being."

"My beautiful goddess Avdormir, I will follow you, Miss Gal, all my life." Shulos showed a handsome smile and put a hand on his chest, "Please be sure to see my fiery heart. And my sincere heart is beating for you all the time.”

Garlan touched his arm that seemed to have goosebumps.

He said: "Is it too late for me to regret it now?"

"Hahaha, you really love to joke, hahaha." Shulos quickly changed the topic, "By the way, where are you planning to go?"

"Probably... go to Tweilur first."

I had heard before that there was a very beautiful lake and waterfall there, and Garlan had long wanted to take a look.

"Oh~~That's it."

Shulos paused and said, "I want to say one thing, please don't be angry."

"What?"

"If you go to the Tweilur Mountains, you are going in the wrong direction."

"…………"

Well, it seems that the bard will still have to be carried.

……………………

At this moment, although it was already late at night, the lights in King Camos's palace were still on, illuminating the entire room.

King Camos was sitting on a high platform, one foot on the edge, his brown hair a little messy. The restless breath emanated from his body, almost overflowing from the entire room.

Garlan has disappeared for five days.

He left the palace quietly and without making a sound.

Shermer stood aside, also frowning.

In the past few days, his efficiency in handling political affairs has dropped a lot.

He looked out the window and saw the clear night sky filled with stars.

Prince Garlan should also be under this starry sky.

he thinks.

"...I'm sorry, King Kamos, it was my dereliction of duty."

Shermer took a deep breath.

He said, "Actually, from what the prince said that day, I should have sensed something was wrong."

King Camos did not say a word. He remembered what Garlan said here on the day he left.

First, tell him the agreement with the Elson Country and let him make a decision.

Immediately afterwards, the matter of Kayhos's promotion was brought up.

Finally, he talked to Shermer about Tal's affairs for a long time.

When he said these words, there was one sentence that Garlan repeated several times at that time.

【If I am not here】

【If there is no me】

At the time, it seemed that it was just Garlan's unintentional words, but now Camos understood that those words were serious. The child wanted to make the best arrangements for those who followed him before he left.

...He is still considerate of others as always...even to the point of giving up the throne.

The Lion King has never been a delicate person. His emotions have been rough since he was a child, and he doesn't care about anything.

But at this moment, he felt vaguely uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand why Garlan refused the throne so much.

It even got to the point where, in order to refuse the throne, he even abandoned himself, his doting brother.

"I always had a feeling."

The voice of the priest of Shamash echoed in the room.

"Prince Garlan doesn't seem to be looking forward to the throne. It can even be said that he has a resistance to it. I thought it was my illusion, but now it seems that it is really the case."

King Camos, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

He asked: "Why?"

He wanted to give him the throne.

He wanted to send the best and most valuable things in the world to his royal brother.

However, that was his wishful thinking.

What he thought was best, what everyone thought was best, was not what Garlan wanted.

Why?

"I have no idea."

Shermur said, "But, King Camos, if Prince Gallan is really unwilling, will you give the throne to Prince Heimos as he wishes?"

King Camos was silent for a long time.

Then he shook his head.

"No," he said, "Even if he doesn't want to, he must sit on this throne."

The throne is not something to be humbled.

Camos knows better than anyone what it means to sit on this golden throne.

There is power to control the world.

But on the contrary, we must also shoulder the heavy responsibility of carrying the world.

"That's my judgment."

The Lion King's rich voice echoed in the room and penetrated the door.

"I am the king of Aaron Landis, and I will only choose the most suitable person to inherit my throne."

he said, his eyes sharpening as he stared at the half-open door.

"Do you understand? Heimos."

With the voice of King Kamos, the ajar door was pushed open, and the figure of Heimos appeared in their sight.

He stepped into the room, and even though he was stared at by the Lion King's charcoal-like eyes, there was no sign of flinching on his face.

"Garlan asked me if I wanted the throne."

Heimos said calmly.

"I answered him, yes."

He looked at King Camos's eyes with a powerful and oppressive aura without any evasion.

"Yes, I do want the throne."

"But, I don't need this throne given up by Garlan."

Heimos leaned over and knelt on one knee in front of King Camos.

"Please allow me to leave the palace and the royal city."

He said,

"Your Majesty Shamash, I swear to you that I will bring Gallan back, otherwise, I will never step foot into the royal city again!"

Heimos said, clenching his hands into fists on his bent knees.

Those thin lips were as tight as a razor blade.

The dark forehead hair was scattered in the corners of his eyes, and he lowered his eyes slightly, but at this moment, there seemed to be a small fire burning in the depths of his pupils.

Although it couldn't be seen from the outside, Heimos himself knew that in just a few days, his remaining sanity had been completely exhausted.

Now he can no longer think about anything else.

Right now, he only had one thought in his mind.

Find Garlan.

find him.

The author has something to say: Garlan is actually a bit of a road addict, and he usually has people following him, so he doesn’t show it.

So actually this is the biggest role of this bard.