A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"No, there is not the girl you are talking about, Lord Knight."

The honest-looking man rubbed his hands uneasily, lowered his head, and answered honestly.

Although he didn't know the identity of the knight in front of him, but looking at the valuable outer armor, brown skin, and an appearance that was not easy to mess with, he was so nervous that he stuttered a bit when he spoke.

The black-haired knight was silent for a while, waved his hand, and left quickly as if he had been granted amnesty.

Standing in front of the Lord Knight, he really didn't dare to take a breath.

Heimos looked up at the sky. The sun was bright in the sky, but no matter how bright the light was, it could not illuminate his gloomy eyes at the moment.

The breeze blew through his dark hair, and the shadow in his eyes swayed.

He took a deep look at the sky, then got on his horse, pulled the reins, and rode towards the entrance of the village.

The civilians in the village were obviously afraid of him and stayed away from him.

Moreover, because of yesterday's earthquake, most of the earthen houses that had been repaired in the last earthquake cracked again, many houses were completely destroyed, and some houses were already crumbling although they did not collapse.

The only good thing is that there were not many casualties.

At this moment, everyone was too busy repairing the house and rescuing their remaining belongings. No one had the mind to meddle in other people's business, and no one dared to disturb this knight who seemed to be untouchable.

Seeing that the black-haired knight was leaving, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when Heimos was riding his horse and trotting to the entrance of the village, suddenly, there was a boom and a loud noise came from behind.

The warrior's keenness caused him to reflexively tighten his body, glance back, and then relax.

It was the sound of a mud house not far away suddenly collapsing.

Immediately, shouts for help came from there. It seemed that the people who were repairing the house were crushed by the sudden collapse of the house.

Almost all the people in the village met each other without looking up, and they all knew each other. When they heard that someone was being pinned down, everyone put down their work and hurried over to save the person.

They hurriedly moved away the collapsed mud blocks, window bars, etc., and when they saw it again, everyone was dumbfounded.

A huge log happened to be pressing on the man's body. The log was the pillar supporting the entire house. It was so big and heavy that it was difficult to lift it up for a while. Several people tried to lift it, but when they tried hard, they were not strong enough. The pillar shook a few times, and the person underneath let out a cry and fainted instantly. Those people immediately did not dare to move it anymore. .

If you want to avoid hurting the people underneath, you have to lift the pillar in one breath and keep it steady, but how can they have that much strength?

So, they could only helplessly gather around and discuss it in a hurry, but the man's face was already pale from the pressure, and it seemed that he might not be able to survive if it was delayed any longer, and the man's wife and children were already beside him. He started to cry.

Heimos glanced at it lightly, turned his head back without interest, and then continued to ride forward.

However, just as he galloped a few steps, Garlan's figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

...If Garlan were here, he would definitely drag him over to help.

Heimos lowered his eyes and sighed inaudibly.

Even just thinking about that figure would make him feel a little softer for no reason.

Then, he turned around and galloped over.

When he arrived at the place, he jumped off his horse, pushed aside the people surrounding him, and walked in.

He took a step forward, grabbed one end of the log with both hands, and with a force, the muscles of his shoulders and arms suddenly tightened and bulged. In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the big and heavy pillar was firmly lifted by him alone. He lifted it up without even shaking it.

He threw the log aside and made a loud bang, which woke up the stunned people. Someone quickly stepped forward and carried out the unconscious man.

Heimos casually patted the dust in his hands and didn't bother to talk to the few civilians who desperately thanked him. He simply got on his horse, turned the horse's head and left.

However, just when he was sitting firmly on the horse, he suddenly heard a few words, which made him pause.

The old woman who was kneeling to thank him looked at him with gratitude, and said murmuringly: "You are such a good person. Thanks to you, Lord Knight, you are just like the noble young master yesterday. You are as good-looking as you are." , no matter how kind-hearted they are, they are all good people.”

With a sudden movement in his heart, Heimos turned to look at the old woman.

"How old is the aristocratic young master you mentioned? What does he look like? Is he good-looking?"

"Uh, probably, about sixteen or seventeen years old." Unexpectedly, Heimos suddenly asked, and the old woman stuttered in reply, "Very good-looking, really good-looking. He is a blond young man, and a knight." Sir, you are also a kind person. Thanks to him, my neighbor's granddaughter was not taken away and sold."

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old blond aristocratic boy.

Heimos tightened his fingers on the reins, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Tell me the details."

…………

The horse was galloping on the road, and Heimos was rushing back to the city of Tweilur, which he had just left not long ago.

His face was stern, and he was obviously in a bad mood.

He and Keyhos both believed that Garlan would pretend to be a girl for a long time in order to avoid being found, but they didn't expect that he would return to his original appearance so quickly.

So the direction in which they inquired was completely wrong.

According to what the old woman said, since Garlan passed through this village last night, he is probably still in Tweilur City now.

Also, who is that bard who has been following Garlan all this time?

Thinking of this, Heimos accelerated faster and faster towards the city.

Not far ahead is a three-way intersection, one side leading to the Tweilur Mountains, and the other side the road leading to the city.

Before Heimos could ride his horse to the fork, suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves and shouting on the road leading to the city, as if something trouble had happened.

Anxious to return to the city and not want to get into trouble and waste time, he tightened the reins, slowed down, and listened attentively.

Suddenly, a familiar voice made him startled.

Looking up again, the familiar figure in the distance was already galloping towards this side on horseback.

For some reason, Heimos subconsciously pulled the reins and hid in the trees on the horseback, avoiding the opponent's sight.

He watched from behind the bushes as Garlan rode his horse past him.

Under the hot sunshine, the young man held his head high, his eyes were bright and he was full of energy.

The wind whistled around him, and his long golden hair flew behind him.

Although he was only wearing rough clothes without decoration, the young man seemed to be glowing with brilliance, making Heimos, who was hiding behind the trees and watching him, momentarily lose his mind.

The sound of horse hooves faded away, and so did Garlan's figure.

Heimos looked away and suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.

There was some indescribable softness in that smile.

He thought that when he found Gallan who left without saying goodbye, he would be angry, he would be angry, and he would ask questions unceremoniously, and must get an answer from Gallan.

But the moment I saw that figure, none of this seemed important.

Even that answer no longer matters.

Garlan is there.

He was right where he could see it.

Just this can make him smile from the bottom of his heart.

Shortly after Garlan left, a group of soldiers chased him on horseback, speeding past in the same direction, obviously chasing Garlan.

That's the road to the Tweluer Mountains.

After everyone had passed, Heimos walked out of the bushes. He smiled softly again, and then he followed closely behind on horseback.

…………

Garlan and Shulos were galloping on the road. Shulos urged his horse to speed up while still shouting loudly to Garlan.

"Are you too cruel this time? Just kidnap a noble?"

Garlan also replied loudly: "I told you to use the ranger method to solve the problem. This method is the simplest and most convenient."

"It's convenient, but harming a nobleman by a commoner is a capital crime. Moreover, this guy is a very high-ranking nobleman. If you do this, he will never let you go."

"It's okay, I can't die. I have a higher status than him."

Shulos sighed.

"Just brag, you are fair-skinned, can you compare with the brown-skinned nobles?"

While the two were galloping on their horses and shouting to each other, Mount Tweluer arrived.

The pursuers were still behind him. Without saying a word, Garlan rushed directly into the mountain road with his horse, Shulos followed closely behind.

Just because of yesterday's earthquake, the originally smooth mountain road became much more difficult, and they had to slow down. As a result, the pursuers who had been left far behind them slowly caught up.

The leader was the city gate guard they saw yesterday.

But this must be the case. Anyone who can take the lead in organizing such a gladiatorial meeting among the many nobles in the city must have a high status in the city. It was with this in mind that Garlan decided to engage in a beast fight and kidnap this person.

He wanted to take the captain of the city gate guard to the blocked waterfall, so that he and all the soldiers under his command could see that place with their own eyes and see the crisis in Tweilur City.

The crudest, most direct, but also the most effective method.

Halfway up the mountain, it was impossible to ride on horseback because almost all of the mountain roads had been destroyed.

Garlan simply jumped off the horse, and Shulos grabbed the noble man off and roughly carried him towards the mountain while he was still unconscious.

Garlan looked at Shulos' behavior and made a joke.

"Why, are you not afraid of the death penalty when you treat a nobleman like this?"

"Tsk, we've already reached this point. It would be hypocritical to look forward and backward any further. I'm going to give it all—"

Shulos is already broken.

The corpses all over the burned village a long time ago suddenly appeared in his mind. At that time, he fled there in panic.

This escape lasted for so many years.

This escape, over the years, has made him become more like himself and less like himself little by little.

So this time, he didn't want to escape.

The young man smiled slightly.

"Can't die."

He said, "I am a prince, I will protect you, you will not die."

The bard carried the noble man on his shoulders, and while walking hard on the rugged mountain road, he snorted at Garlan angrily.

"Are you a prince?"

he sneered unceremoniously.

"If you were a prince, then I would be King Camos!"