A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the flower garden in the sky under the moonlight, flowers are blooming and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant.

The beautiful girls shuttled through the flower garden with light steps, dancing among the flowers like butterflies, and their crisp laughter splashed into the pond like a clear spring flowing from high altitude.

A mesmerizing view.

However, Garlan, who was sitting there 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, persuaded him to hold the Flower Festival celebration in the palace.

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

Now that we have reached this point, he can't go back on his words and announce the cancellation of this celebration, and then ask people to turn around and go back. Isn't that just teasing them?

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

However, even though he came to the celebration as the ministers wished, when he walked through the flower garden, he looked solemn, looked straight away, and deliberately exuded an aura that made it difficult for people to approach.

Thus successfully stopping those beauties in the greenhouse.

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

Although the glass is filled with juice instead of wine.

One hand rested on the armrest of the white jade stone seat to support his side cheek. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on his snow-like cheeks.

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

This attracted many noble ladies to keep peeking over, with their starry eyes shining, and whispering to their companions around them.

Garlan seemed to be sitting there carelessly, but he had already sighed several times in his heart.

The matter was so big that it even spread to other countries. There was no way that person didn't know about it.

Garlan thought with a headache.

I don't know what that person will do.

If that person... he could probably do anything.

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

At that time, people will definitely think that he is trying to usurp the throne.

Garlan thought so and glanced to the side.

On the table next to it, there is an exquisite feather fan placed on soft red velvet brocade.

The frame of the fan handle is made of pure gold, with olive leaves and flowers hollowed out. The soft peacock feathers are woven with gold threads, and pure white tassels dotted with small gems hang down from the brocade.

According to legend, Avdmir gave a golden fan and a crystal mirror to the goddess of spring to express her deep feelings.

Therefore, the fan has become a symbol of conveying love during the Flower Festival celebration.

At this celebration, if Garlan gives this golden fan to anyone, it means that the girl will become the princess of Aaron Landis.

Therefore, in addition to looking at Garlan, many noble ladies in the flower garden also cast their burning eyes on the golden fan beside Garlan from time to time.

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

Headache.

He thought, raising his hand to rub his temples.

At this moment, brisk footsteps sounded, walking towards him.

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

He remembered her.

Not long ago, he had just walked to the bottom of the flower garden, and when he was about to go around to the stone steps in the middle, a girl suddenly jumped down from above, startling him, and he reflexively reached out to catch the girl.

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

He didn't hate that look.

Because the girl's eyes when she looked at him were very clean and bright, as if she had opened her eyes and recognized her master's puppy.

The girl running towards him now looked like a little dog running towards him, wagging its big tail and opening its wide, bright black eyes.

Garlan found it interesting and smiled.

However, the corners of his mouth just raised.

Keng!

A crackling sound suddenly sounded.

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

Shattered ground and cracked rocks.

.........that guy can really do anything......

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

Although he was united by Xie Muer and others to stage a coup, since he dared to come to this celebration, he naturally thought of a way to escape unscathed.

If there were no accidents, not only would the celebration be able to end smoothly, he would also be able to prevent Shermur and the others from mentioning the matter of him marrying the princess for a long time.

But, no matter how well-planned he was.

Heimos is the only variable.

Sure enough, as soon as this guy appeared, everything became a mess.

Ah, headache.

With the sound of the sword smashing to the ground, the entire flower garden fell silent for an instant.

Time seems to be frozen in this moment.

Many people's smiles froze on their faces.

In the entire courtyard, everyone's eyes fell on the long sword stuck diagonally on the stone ground, their eyes dull.

This is...what kind of situation?

Everyone was confused for a moment.

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

The knight commander was holding a long sword and had already assumed a fighting posture, but when he raised his head and saw the person coming, he was startled.

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

When he saw King Garlan waving his hand to signal him to retreat, he nodded and simply retreated to the side with his men.

The originally bustling flower garden was already quiet. Everyone looked at the tall man who had appeared in the flower garden at an unknown time in astonishment, watching him walk step by step from the middle.

Wearing black armor, his jet-black hair seemed to blend into the night.

He was like a black wolf that walked out of the silent night silently, walking toward everyone coldly and arrogantly, as if no one else was around.

Black Knight Heimos.

It is said that one person was able to scare back tens of thousands of Geshu's army, and Aaron Landis was the strongest warrior that no one could defeat.

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

Even without saying a word, his presence was enough to silence everyone.

The delicate aristocratic women were so frightened that they turned pale and did not dare to scream.

The instinct of survival prevented them from making any move in front of this dangerous man.

In full view of everyone, Heimos walked towards Garlan who was sitting in the seat.

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

Step by step, the sound of footsteps is like a shocking drumbeat, stepping heavily on people's hearts.

His steps were neither hasty nor slow, and his posture was proud, as if he couldn't see the dense crowd in front of him.

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

Every time he took a step forward, the large crowds of people in front of him were like the sea water being suddenly separated, and they consciously gave way to a spacious road.

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

Soon, with everyone watching quietly, he walked up to Leia and in front of the sword he threw.

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

She stared blankly at the long sword in front of her, her brain still working because she was so frightened that it was completely disconnected.

Huymos came up from behind her and looked over her shoulder.

Then, he stood next to the sword in front of her.

Leya, who was in a daze, vaguely felt a tall figure covering her. Before she could raise her head to look, an arm stretched out from in front of her eyes.

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

Use a little more force.

There was a sharp friction sound as gravel burst into pieces.

Leya's eyes widened and she watched in astonishment as the long sword that had penetrated the ground three feet deep into the stone slab was pulled out so easily by that hand.

The gravel shot out from the crack in the stone slab flew away, and several of them splashed onto the hem of her skirt.

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

The moonlight shone slightly from behind the man.

In the backlight, she could not clearly see the face of the tall man standing in front of her.

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

The man glanced at her.

Just a glance.

For a moment, her mind went blank.

Her body reacted faster than her mind.

Her legs softened and she fell to the ground. The cold stone floor seemed to seep chill into her legs.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't even utter a scream, and her hands on the ground began to tremble uncontrollably.

too horrible.

This person... is so scary.

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

"Heimos."

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

Heimos' 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, looking into Heimos's bright golden eyes.

In the night, Heimos looked at Garlan above.

The golden-red eyes reflected the surrounding firelight, and there was a golden arc at the edge of the iris of the pupil. Deep in the eyes were red flames that were ignited by the firelight.

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

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

Heimos raised his head and looked at Garlan, half of his cheeks reflecting the light of the fire.

His face is half bright and half dark, with light and shadow intertwined.

The edges of the black armor on his body reflected a shimmering light, giving off a cold and hard sheen unique to metal, as if it was still exuding the cold air brought back from the north.

Heimos 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. When she suddenly heard these two words from Garlan, her eyes suddenly lit up.

King Garlan... is he protecting her?

Did he feel special about her?

Ah, as expected, she and him are destined to be destined~~

A sweet feeling surged in her heart, and Leya felt greatly comforted.

Suddenly, her hands stopped shaking, and she even forgot that the evil-looking man was still beside her. She raised her head and looked at Garlan with shining eyes.

The girl sat on the ground, her long wavy flaxen hair spread over her delicate shoulders.

Her long skirt was spread on the white stone ground, and there was still hazy moisture in her moist eyes as she stared at Garlan. Her whole body was like a blooming flower.

"King Garlan..."

She called softly, her voice carrying the unique sweetness of a girl.

Such a delicate and beautiful girl, no matter who you are, you can't help but feel love and affection in your heart when you look at her.

No one noticed that in this sweet call, the gloomy look in Heimos eyes became darker.

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

King Garlan had already spoken, so of course it was not easy for him to interrupt. After all, interrupting the king was a breach of royal etiquette.

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

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

He said nothing, just looked at Heimos quietly.

After being in a stalemate like this for a while, Heimos lowered his eyes, and the shadow of his forehead concealed the emotion in his eyes.

He raised his hand and with a clang, the sword was sheathed.

Then, Heimos stretched out his hand and picked it up.

Leya was staring at Garlan who was protecting her with full excitement, when she suddenly felt her body light up.

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

Heimos was much taller than her, and when he picked her up, he left her feet dangling in the air.

The girl was a little confused.

etc.

This movement and posture are no different from carrying a puppy.

etc.

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

Before she could speak, Heimos had already put her down.

He bowed slightly, a gesture of apology to Leia.

"Sorry, I accidentally let go of the sword just now, which shocked you. I will have someone send you an apology tomorrow."

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

Those words and that attitude seemed polite.

Unexpectedly, his tone of voice was smooth and indifferent, and it seemed to be perfunctory no matter how he looked at it.

How on earth can a heavy sword fly across a distance of nearly a hundred meters by accidentally letting go, and can even break the stone ground!

The onlookers couldn't help shouting in their hearts when they heard it.

After saying that, without waiting for Leia to answer, Heimos turned away from her and continued to walk forward.

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

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

"This is the spoil of war from the Geshurites."

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

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

"For you."

Garlan: "..."

He was still thinking about how to find an excuse for Heimos to break in with a sword, but this guy had already made an excuse for himself.

Although this excuse is extremely perfunctory...

However, he is the king, and if he acknowledges it, others will naturally not say anything.

"Will you accept it?"

Golden-red eyes stared at Garlan.

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

He was sure.

If he didn't take it, this guy would definitely act even more unscrupulously.

Sighing softly in his heart, he reached out and took the sword handed over by Heimos.

"I read the military report. The Geshurs have retreated. This is all your fault, Heimos."

he said, smiling slightly at Heimos.

Heimos was still kneeling on one knee, raising his head and looking at Garlan with deep eyes.

He suddenly smiled.

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

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

Therefore, even if Heimos said this in a low voice, it was still heard by many people nearby, and their faces suddenly stiffened.

Suojia, who had been drinking without raising his head since Heimos appeared, his eyelids twitched suddenly.

It's over, it's over.

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

How does this end?

"Lord Heimos!"

Before Gallan could speak, Zuo Sixiang, who had been holding back for a long time, scolded angrily.

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

Heimos glanced at Zuo Sixiang, who was standing up beside him, with a little coldness in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

"That's right. Even if you are joking, you can't blame 'Your Majesty'."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'Your Majesty'.

As he spoke, he stood up and smiled lightly.

"Your Majesty, I am lucky enough to catch up with the Flower Festival celebration when I return to the city. Please allow me to participate in this celebration, okay?"

He smiled and said to Garlan.

Fortunately, okay... Lord Heimos still has reason.

Suojia covered his chest, which was almost broken by his racing heart, and thought happily.

"Maybe the one I love is right here in this courtyard?"

Heimos stared at Garlan.

Word by word, speak with meaning.

Plop!

Suojia's heart trembled hard again.

Damn, this is really bad for your heart.

Also, why aren't Kehos and the female official here?

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

Why should he be worried here alone?

The angry Suojia secretly looked up.

Garlan was very calm, with no apparent expression on his face, he just nodded.

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

As if he didn't understand the hint in Heimos' words, Garlan answered calmly.

No matter how provocative the opponent is, he doesn't respond. It's like a punch on cotton, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at the expressionless Gallan, Heimos, who felt his teeth were itching, had the urge to bite it down hard.

But he finally endured it, lowered his eyes to hide the unhappy look in his eyes, and sat down on the seat next to Garlan.

Garlan clapped his hands and drew everyone's attention to himself.

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

Garlan turned to look at the chief attendant in charge of the celebration.

"continue."

After Garlan said this, the originally silent flower garden quickly returned to its previous liveliness.

The only difference is that although many noble women did not dare to come 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 did not dare to look over there, for fear of accidentally meeting the eyes of that terrifying man.

...The sense of sight of this ferocious vicious dog guarding one's belongings...

Suojia, who couldn't help but think so, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Heimos sat next to Garlan, and naturally he saw the golden bird fan on the red brocade placed on the table.

His eyes darkened and became darker.

After thinking for a moment, he reached out and picked up the golden fan, unfolded it with a snap, and then scanned it carefully.

"There's a crack here."

Heimos, who had been staring at the golden fan for a long time, suddenly said.

"Um?"

Garlan was looking at the lively celebration below with an indifferent expression, but when Heimos said this, he turned his head.

"crack?"

How could there be cracks in such a royal treasure that was carefully crafted by the royal family’s craftsmen?

Garlan glanced around and found a thin crack.

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

But he didn't notice that as a result, his head moved closer to Heimos.

The fan Heimos raised and unfolded just covered the lower half of their faces.

When Garlan was staring at the thin crack, a shadow suddenly came over him. Very lightly and very quickly, Heimos kissed him on the lips.

The next second, the man quickly stepped back, closing the golden fan in his hand with a snap and taking it back.

All this happened very quickly. By the time Gallan, who was stunned for a moment, reacted, Heimos was already sitting upright and continued to play with the golden fan in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Garlan's heart was beating violently and could not stop.

This feeling is like having an affair in public...

He pursed his lips and tried his best to look nonchalant, not even looking at Heimos.

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

He saw Gallan's hand on the armrest clenched and then loosened, and his lips pressed tightly together.

He was obviously a little panicked but he forced himself to stay calm.

He was obviously a little angry but tried his best to pretend as if nothing had happened.

The tips of the ears exposed from the golden hair were slightly red.

The corners of Heymos' lips slightly raised, and his mood suddenly became much better.