A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

One night passed, and at dawn, a reddish-brown horse galloped out of the city gate. The knight on the horse was dressed in black, with a dark cloak flying behind him.

The early morning sunlight slanted over, reflecting on the handsome profile of the knight in black, and reflecting a glimmer of light on the rough lapis lazuli earrings in his ears.

The hooves of the running horses kicked up the billowing dust, and a gray mist rose behind the man. Soon, the figure of the knight in black disappeared into the distance.

On top of the city wall, a green-haired man stood there.

The morning sun fell on his face, which was full of helplessness. He looked at the back of the knight in black who was speeding away from the royal city from a distance, his eyes looking extremely complicated at this moment.

Suojia, the priest of Nanna, the god of night, thought he had insight into people's hearts and could see through human nature, but one after another he fell into trouble with the little blond prince.

He couldn't understand the thoughts of Prince Gallan at all, and he didn't understand why this prince would give up the throne so easily.

If it was really about retreating in order to advance, and refusing to welcome in return, then it would have been long ago for him to reappear in the palace.

Until now, there is still no news, which means that Prince Garlan has really left.

What a stupid act.

Suojia wanted to say that.

However, within a few days, the person he believed to be the master behaved similarly stupidly.

It was clear that the departure of Prince Gallan was a great opportunity for Prince Heimos to ascend to the throne, but His Highness, like Prince Gallan, categorically gave up such a rare opportunity.

His Highness even swore to King Camos that he would never set foot in the royal city again until Prince Gallan was brought back.

Suojia really didn't know what his Highness was thinking.

...Or maybe, I didn’t think about anything.

In the past few days, he could feel that the sanity in His Highness Heymos was being exhausted little by little.

Because of the departure of Prince Garlan.

Even if the so-called emotion is just something that will eventually disappear as time goes by, as long as it lasts for that period of time, it is the most disturbing thing that can even make people crazy.

The green-haired priest stood on the city wall, looking at the disappearing figure in the distance with a complicated expression. He suddenly felt a little confused.

At this moment, there was an unspeakable omen swirling in his heart.

Prince Heimos.

Prince Garlan.

It seemed like a pair of destined twins.

Their destinies are intertwined, inexhaustible and endless.

No one knows how their entanglement will ultimately end.

And will Aaron Landis go to glory or decline in this ending...

………………

Garlan, who had gone in the wrong direction, was led by the bard Shulos and returned to the correct path to the Tweilur Mountains.

The reason why he accepted this noisy person as a companion may be because he has been used to being surrounded by many people since he was a child. Being alone for the first time will still make him feel a little lonely.

Speaking of which, Shulos's nagging feeling is somewhat similar to Tal's.

I don't know if my departure will make the crying fat man cry again, feeling that I have left him alone.

"Miss Gal, today is also a sunny day."

The bard who rode over said with a smile, stretched out his hand and presented a bouquet of white flowers to Garlan. The white flowers were just picked by him, and there was still a little dew on them, making them fresh and beautiful.

"No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will be eclipsed by your beauty. If the flowers have feelings, they will inevitably wither in shame in front of you..."

Shulos's words of praising Garlan were rudely interrupted by Garlan.

"If this flower had feelings, you would have killed it when you picked it."

Garlan slightly bent his eyes and smiled.

"What, you want to dedicate its body to me?"

Shulos's face froze, and the dew-stained flowers in his hand seemed to have become a hot potato, and he threw them to the ground in a hurry.

It shouldn't be.

impossible.

If it were another woman, she would have been fascinated by the sweet words he spoke. Why didn't Miss Gal not only not be confused by these words, but she became more and more disgusted with him?

Has his ability to speak sweet words declined?

No.

This is the only thing that is absolutely not allowed!

Sweet words are the key to a bard and are the true symbol of a bard - as the saying goes, a bard who can't even speak sweet words must be a fake bard.

He is definitely a genuine and above-average bard!

Shulos comforted himself in his heart.

So, he worked harder and harder.

Keeping around Garlan, the bard is like a bee circling around flowers. He often used various beautiful and gorgeous words to praise Garlan's beauty, and he was like a peacock spreading his wings to show his handsome side in front of Garlan.

Gallandu began to wonder if Shulos' mouth could spit out flowers when he spoke.

To be honest, if he was just a young girl who didn't know much about the world, I'm afraid he would really fall under the bard's words as sweet as honey and his clear and melodious voice.

But it's a pity that he is not a girl, so Shulos' sweet words can't move him at all.

But at least he has made some progress. At least, he has gone from getting goosebumps when hearing those words at the beginning, to a point where he has no fluctuations in his heart, and even wants to laugh a little bit.

The day passed in the midst of Shuros's noise. Garlan, who was used to Tal's noise, remained calm. Moreover, the bard's voice was much better than Tal's.

From time to time he would sing in a singing tone, and Garlan thought he was listening to an opera.

When night fell, they had found a place to spend the night.

It was a cliff cave sheltered from the wind. It was located in a remote place. Not far away was a small flowing river, and the door was covered by shrubs. If Shulos hadn't been sharp-eyed, he might not have discovered this good place.

At this moment, a bonfire was burning on the ground, and the red light reflected the faces of the two people sitting by the bonfire.

Shulos heated up the dried meat and diligently delivered it to Garlan.

Garlan glanced at him, said nothing, took it and started eating.

Although the taste of this dried meat is really unpleasant, much worse than the food he ate in the palace, it is his own choice to leave the palace. From now on, the life of fine clothing and fine food will be far away from him. He must have this awareness.

From then on, living in the open air was his life, and he had to get used to it.

"Ah, this is really heartbreaking."

Seeing Garlan quietly biting the hard meat in his hand, Shulos sighed once again.

"Your soft fingers, as beautiful as white jade, should be holding a crystal clear glass cup."

"Your lips, as pink as flowers, should have tasted the most delicious delicacies in the world."

With a pair of peach blossom eyes full of emotion, he put a hand on his chest and looked at Garlan with eyes that seemed to be filled with a thousand words.

Garlan glanced at Shulos, who was looking at him with a smile, and swallowed the dried meat in his hand in several mouthfuls.

He said: "I said you, do you like me?"

"Of course, my heart fell hopelessly into the abyss when I saw you for the first time."

"You said the same thing to other girls, right?"

"How is it possible? I am devoted to you, Miss Gal."

"Then can you swear?"

"Of course, I swear..."

Before Shulos could finish his oath, he was interrupted by Garlan.

Garlan tilted his head to look at him and smiled at him.

"You swear, swear to your goddess Avdmir, if you lie to me, you will marry the ugliest woman in the world for the rest of your life."

The handsome face of the bard, who was originally planning to make a casual oath to fool him, froze once again with a smile on his face.

So... so cruel!

This poisonous oath was simply too terrifying, even more terrifying than killing him!

"Uh... well, Miss Gal, although I was deceived by those vulgar fans when I was young and ignorant, but since I met you, I know that this heart has been taken away. How it feels.”

Shulos quickly remedied it.

"I am in love with you, no, you can even say, I am deeply obsessed with you, hopelessly."

"real?"

"real."

Shulos put a hand on his chest, where his heart was.

He looked at Garlan, his bright eyes reflected the starlight, as if all the stars in the sky were reflected in his eyes.

The bard's passionate eyes seemed to be filled with the clear and gentle water of the ancient Enki River, and a thousand words of love seemed to be contained in his eyes looking at Garlan.

He seemed extremely serious at this moment, and his clear voice was slightly deeper at this moment, containing heart-shaking affection.

"Goddess Avdmir can see that my heart will only beat for you from the moment I see you."

"..."

Garlan looked at each other with those eyes full of intoxicating charm.

He shook his head and stood up.

"you are lying."

"Ah? B-but..."

"I like the look in someone's eyes, not like you."

"I didn't lie, I..."

"I've seen it." Gallan stood and looked down at Shulos, who was still sitting next to him. He said, "I've seen it with my own eyes when I'm truly obsessed with someone's eyes."

The way the bard looked at him was completely different from the way Heimos looked at him.

Shulos' so-called liking may not be a lie, but it is no different from liking a beautiful flower.

There is no infatuation or deep affection at all. At most, it is a love for beautiful things - that is probably the instinct of all followers of Avdmir...

It was precisely because of this that Garlan let Shulos follow him regardless.

Otherwise, if Shulos was serious, he would not have given him a chance to get close to him.

Shulos originally wanted to retort unconvinced, but when Garlan stood looking down at him, he opened his mouth after hearing Garlan's words, but no sound came out.

He hesitated for a while before asking softly.

"What does it look like to be truly obsessed with someone's eyes?"

"...I don't know either." Garlan said, "But I will feel it."

He turned around and walked out, talking as he walked.

"Shuluos, don't underestimate women. Maybe you think they are easy to lie, but they can tell whether you are telling the truth or a lie. They believe you only because they are willing to indulge in your sweet lies. It’s just among them.”

Shulos was a little dazed. He stood up subconsciously and followed Garlan.

"Where are you going?"

Garlan stopped and looked back at Shulos.

His golden eyes slightly curved, and he said, "I'm going to take a bath at the stream. If you're not afraid of death, just follow me."

Shulos: "…………"

He sat back obediently by the campfire and continued to roast his jerky.

…………

Garlan was quite reassured by this seemingly romantic bard. Although he looked like a carefree butterfly, he was actually very gentlemanly and polite.

Along the way, he just said all kinds of sweet words and all kinds of attentiveness, but in fact, he didn't do anything offensive to her, and he didn't even touch her with his finger.

Presumably such a person would not peek at himself taking a shower.

In fact, having said that, even if that guy really came to take a peek, Garlan didn't care.

He's not a real woman.

Pull off the cloak, untie the belt, and take off the robe. Garlan only wore a pair of trousers and walked into the stream with his upper body exposed in the night.

Fortunately, the weather is still warm, and the stream water at night does not make people feel cold.

The clear stream water enveloped his body, and a cool feeling penetrated into his skin.

The young man stood in the waist-length stream, with his long black hair hanging down and the tips of his hair immersed in the water.

The moonlight shone on his body, making his skin paler.

He bent down, picked up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face. The moonlight shone brightly on the water, making his reflection clearly reflected in the water.

Garlan lowered his head and looked at his hands with water droplets rolling down, feeling a little lost.

I don’t know what happened to Heimos’ hand injury, but it shouldn’t be a problem.

His hands are still used to hold a sword on the battlefield.

After all, even though he had a weird and violent personality in previous lives, Heimos was recognized as the only man who was as brave as King Kamos.

[Don’t deny all the love I send to you. 】

Garlan was still a little distracted.

[The way you like someone or be infatuated with someone’s eyes is not like yours. 】

Just like what he said to Shulos just now.

He'd seen that look.

He couldn't describe the look in Heimos's eyes.

But he could feel the blazing eyes, as eager as a flame that could burn everything, attacking him regardless, giving him a shuddering feeling that he would be burned to ashes.

Make him...scared.

Standing in the stream, Garlan subconsciously clenched his arm.

Escape from the palace, perhaps to escape from the throne.

In order to escape the fate of fighting Heimos again.

Or maybe he subconsciously... wanted to escape from Heimos.

Moreover, he did not think he was qualified to sit on that throne.

Even if Heimos didn't exist, he wouldn't have that qualification.

Putting his thoughts back, Garlan took a deep breath and poured a handful of water on his face again. After just two splashes, he suddenly felt something was wrong and his eyes lit up.

Looking again, it turned out that the black forehead hair had faded after being stained with water, and turned back to golden color, reflecting the moonlight and naturally glowing.

When he looked down again, the tips of his hair that were immersed in the water turned golden again.

He was speechless.

He actually forgot about this. He originally wanted to keep his black hair for a while, but he didn't expect that the paint would fade when exposed to water.

never mind.

Anyway, it’s like this, so I might as well just wash it off.

Thinking of this, Garlan lowered his head and began to wash his long hair.

However, he was focused on washing his hair and did not notice that not far away, in the dark jungle, there was a pair of green eyes staring at him, approaching slowly.

………………

Beside the bonfire here, Shulos, who had eaten enough, was packing his luggage, humming leisurely while doing so.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he looked up.

Shooting his sharp gaze into the dark jungle, Shulos stood up suddenly and took off the bow behind him.

Take a bow and shoot an arrow.

Several sharp arrows shot into the depths of the dark jungle in an instant. Only a few dying howls of wild beasts were heard in the darkness. Shulos sneered. Just as he was about to raise his hand to lift his forehead out of habit, suddenly He remembered something, his expression suddenly changed, then he turned around and ran quickly towards the stream.

When he arrived not far from the stream, he felt a chill in his chest.

At this moment, dark clouds came and covered the crescent moon in the sky, plunging the entire earth into darkness.

But this didn't bother Shulos. Even in the dark, he could still see everything clearly.

At this moment, he saw a wild wolf lurking in the jungle from a distance, bowing and baring its teeth. It was a sign that it was about to pounce on its prey.

And the direction it was about to pounce was the slender figure standing in the stream.

There was no time to issue a warning, Shulos said nothing, rushed to the stream in a few steps, raised his hand and shot an arrow.

The wild wolf hit by the arrow died instantly and fell to the ground.

Shulos breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think much. Almost out of habit, he raised his hand to smooth his forehead, assumed the most handsome posture, and showed a charming smile to the man standing in the stream.

"It's really too dangerous, Miss Gal. If I hadn't arrived in time as your guardian..."

The words stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and Shulos's pupils suddenly dilated at this moment.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moonlight once again filled the earth, reflecting light on the water.

The long golden hair shimmered in the moonlight.

The shimmering water droplets rolled down from the wet blond hair, staining the water-like skin. The wet blond hair clung to the neck and fell on the white chest.

The blond boy stood in the clear stream. In the night, he looked like a moonlight elf appearing in the water.

The author has something to say: Mmm~~

Thank you all for the cannonballs, mines and nutrient solutions.

Love you~~

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Ah... I especially like the feeling of standing in the water with my whole body wet, with wet hair sticking to my skin, and water droplets rolling down my naked upper body...