A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the morning, the sky was clear and clear, with white clouds floating in the blue sky.

The sun is not as hot as it is at noon, the breeze is gentle, and the temperature is the most comfortable time.

Under the leadership of Camos, Garlan came to a golden palace.

An arc-shaped bluestone arch stands in front of this golden palace, with two huge stone lion statues standing on both sides of the arch.

Lifelike lions guard the arch, with their heads held high and their postures majestic and majestic.

Garlan raised his head and stared at the golden palace in front of him.

The layout of this palace is completely different from other palaces. The entire palace has only one spacious hall and no other side halls.

On the way here, Camos had told him that this palace was where the stone statues of the kings of Aaron Landis were placed.

Except for some special circumstances, the current Emperor Aaron Landis must come here every year to worship the ancestors.

In addition to the Royal Guards who guard this place, only those with direct royal bloodline are eligible to enter this palace.

This year's festival has passed, but this time it just happened to be special.

When the exiled royal blood returns to Aaron Landis, of course they must come here to worship the ancestors.

This is also to announce to everyone that Garlan has been recognized by the previous kings, and his identity as a prince is unshakable.

After bringing Garlan here, Kamos was silent for a while.

"Garlan."

"Um?"

"About you, for the sake of safety, only my father, me, Kayhos, who was sent to protect you, and Tapti, who was responsible for secretly communicating with Kayhos, knew about you."

"Other than that, no one else knows you exist," Camos said.

When he said this, he paused for a moment before continuing.

"That is to say, except for Caihos and Tapti, no one else is very familiar with you."

"Yes? I know this. It's for my safety."

Garlan was a little surprised when Camos suddenly mentioned this matter.

Camos hesitated to speak.

In the end, he didn't say anything and just strode inside.

The guard behind him stood quietly with his head lowered and did not follow.

Without the emperor's permission, no one except the royal blood is allowed to set foot in this palace.

When Kamos entered the arch, the royal guards standing on both sides of the arch bowed their heads and saluted Kamos and Garlan.

They wore the armor of the Royal Guards. The Royal Guards armor made of special metal glowed with a light golden luster in the sun.

There was only a bright red line on the shoulder armor, which seemed to be stained with blood, symbolizing the bloody oath of the Royal Guards.

When you walk inside, you can see countless stone pillars supporting this huge hall.

The roof is like a dome, and the interlaced colorful glass depicts gorgeous murals, reflecting the sunlight and making it radiant.

In front of the endless curved wall of the hall, there are countless stone busts standing there.

All of them are stone busts of kings of all ages, Aaron Landis.

Garlan looked around, trying hard to find something.

Camos, who fully understood Garlan's thoughts and had done similar things when he first came in, took him to a certain place.

More than 2,000 years ago, stone busts of the Lion King, the Wise King, and Emperor Heimos stood in front of the wall.

The walls behind the stone statues are carved with their respective achievements.

With a certain subtle mood, Garlan looked over curiously.

However, after just one glance, the young man fell into a long silence.

These three stone busts...seem...seem...almost...can't tell any difference?

Apart from his hairstyle and clothing, he looks like the same person at first glance.

...Well, just like those historical celebrities in the history books he studied before who looked exactly the same except for their hairstyle and clothing...

Looking at the subtly silent Wang Di, Camos laughed.

At last, he was not the only one to experience the feeling of wanting to vomit blood but being unable to do so when he saw these three stone busts for the first time when he was young.

He laughed and patted Garlan on the head.

Guessing that King Kamos must be laughing at him on purpose, Garlan glanced at Kamos unhappily.

He was about to say something when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him.

"His Majesty."

That all-too-familiar voice made Garlan's mind pause for a moment.

As soon as he turned around and raised his eyes, he saw the person who had spoken just now.

A tall man stood in front of him, wearing the royal guard's light golden armor.

The slightly curly short brown hair is neatly combed behind the side cheeks and ears.

The angular lips were slightly pursed, coupled with the cold and stern eyes, making his face look more serious and rigid.

At first glance, one can tell that this is a man who is like a stone and has no emotional intelligence and is inhumane.

He glanced at Garlan.

"First meeting, Your Highness."

He looked at the prince he saw for the first time with unfamiliar eyes, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Leaning over and kneeling on the ground, he announced his identity expressionlessly.

"I am the commander of the Royal Guards, Shermuel."

he said, in a tone as foreign as his gaze.

The heart that had been beating violently a moment ago suddenly dropped for no reason and fell heavily.

Garlan's lips opened, but he didn't know what to say.

He lowered his eyes, the shadow of his long eyelashes covering his pupils, and the hands hanging by his sides clenched unconsciously.

Kamos glanced at the silent Garlan from the corner of his eyes and sighed silently in his heart.

Kaihos and Tapti were okay. Although they had no memories of the past, one was guarding Garlan and the other was watching Garlan grow up, so they were still very close to Garlan.

But Sherlock...

He also met Shermour, who became a royal guard, just a few years ago, so Shermur didn't know about Garlan.

Therefore, to Shemuer in this life, if Garlan did not have the status of a prince, he would be a complete stranger to him.

As the leader of the Royal Guards, he only has the obligation and responsibility to protect the prince, but he has no feelings for Garlan.

One can imagine how Garlan would feel about Shermer's unfamiliar attitude.

It is precisely because of this that Kamos has never allowed Garlan and Shermer to meet.

However, it is impossible not to meet each other all the time.

Therefore, after Kamos hesitated for a long time, he took this opportunity to offer sacrifices to the former kings and allowed the two to meet.

Under Camos' complicated eyes, the young man who was silent for a while raised his eyes, with a slight smile on his face.

Garlan looked at Shermour who was kneeling in front of him, smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Captain Shermur."

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Having just finished taking a shower, Heimos wiped his wet black hair with a towel.

Water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair to his cheeks, leaving a trail of water on his shiny brown skin.

A gaze kept falling on him.

Heimos turned to look.

Garlan sat on the stone railing outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with one knee raised, his arms folded on his left knee, his chin resting on his arms, and his eyes always looking at Heimos.

He just stared at Heimos blankly for a long time without moving.

Heimos walked over and reached out to touch Gallan's forehead.

"What's wrong?"

he asks.

Garlan looked up at him, his figure reflected in his golden pupils.

"I'm thinking……"

The young man raised his hand, took his hand, and put his palm against his face.

The brown palms covered with scars were pressed against the fair and tender skin.

"If you didn't make a contract with the gods and were reincarnated..."

Garlan said softly.

He closed his eyes and gently rubbed his cheek against the other person's rough palm.

"I will definitely look for you. No matter how long it takes, I will find you."

"I thought so."

"I also know that even if I find you reincarnated, you won't remember me."

"But if you look at me with strange eyes when I find you..."

When Garlan said this, he suddenly paused.

He squeezed Huymos's hand tighter.

He closed his eyes and the ends of his eyelashes moved slightly.

"I will definitely be very... very sad..."

Even if you understand in your heart, even if you know that this kind of thing is inevitable, even if you are ready to face someone you once knew and no longer remembers you.

However, it still feels uncomfortable.

Garlan stretched out his hand, hugged the man standing in front of him tightly, and buried his face deeply into the other man's arms.

He rubbed his face against Heimos's abdomen, and his movement showed deep attachment, as if he was acting like a baby.

Heimos didn't speak. He just lowered his eyes and stared at the young man in his arms. His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something, but his eyes were still very gentle.

His hand gently stroked the boy's golden hair.