A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Although the sun is about to set, the heat is still there, even the wind blowing over is still carrying heat, and most people are wearing cool short clothes. However, as Gore stood there, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The chill that came from the bottom of his heart spread throughout his internal organs, so cold that it almost made him shiver.

His most beloved horse whip with twisted gold wire fell to the ground and was stained with dirty soil. He couldn't care less about it.

The blond child stood in front of him, with a very cute smile on his baby-fat face.

Gore's eyes only felt dark for a moment.

It's over.

He's finished.

This is a trap! It must be a trap!

Prince Gallan must have deliberately concealed his identity and was playing tricks on himself! Otherwise, if he had revealed his identity earlier, it would have been too late to flatter him, so how could he dare to attack the prince?

Gore, who was speculating with great malice, did not expect that before Caihuos came with the Guards, even if Garlan said that he was a prince, he would never believe it and would only laugh and ridicule. The kid was stunned.

Just when Gore's eyes turned dark and his whole body became cold, the little prince let out another soft ah, as if he remembered something again, and then once again revealed to Gore what others seemed to find extremely cute, but Gore looked at it. But it made him feel a trembling smile again.

"Let me introduce you again."

Garlan grabbed Heimos beside him and pulled him over.

Then, pointing at Heimos, he said, "This is the 'bastard brat' you just called me."

He repeated the words that Gore had just cursed out of his mouth.

The child's smile was as bright as the setting sun that was about to set on the horizon.

"He is my royal brother, Prince Heimos."

As soon as Garlan finished speaking, Gore fell to the ground.

At this time, his eyes were no longer black, but his mind was blank.

Only two words kept spinning in my mind.

It's over.

He's completely finished -

Even if the incident in the slums had not been exposed, he had just attempted to kidnap Prince Gallan and insulted Prince Heimos. These two things were enough to kill him ten or eight times.

He sat slumped on the ground, his eyes dull, and his subordinates all felt like mourning, kneeling on the ground and not daring to raise their heads.

There was a sudden and extremely inappropriate puff, and the dumb female knight next to her finally couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

She was originally shocked because of Gallan's identity, and was a little panicked because of her rudeness to the prince not long ago. But when she saw how arrogant Gallan was, she was so cute that she couldn't bear it. Can't help but want to laugh.

If the little prince had ears and a tail, his ears must be moving excitedly at this moment, and his tail must be raised to the sky, making people want to grab it.

Yes, hey.

Fataya didn't know that the word "pretentious" is more suitable to describe Garlan's current appearance.

Obviously, the female knight is not the only one who feels this way.

Caijos, who had already stood up, lowered his head, his scattered blond hair blocking his eyes, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

Heimos, who was dragged over by Garlan, had soft eyes and reached out to touch Garlan's head.

However, by touching his head, most of Garlan's majestic aura (what he thought) was gone. Gallan glared at Heimos angrily, but thinking about it, it was almost enough, and he had succeeded in pretending.

...Well, although it's not perfect.

I always feel like something is missing.

What's missing...

Garlan thought for a while and finally realized what was missing.

Oops, the token is broken.

Garlan thought regretfully.

When revealing his identity, if he could wave the token in front of this guy - his aura and majesty would at least be doubled.

Well, write it down and keep it in mind in the future.

It's my first time to show off, but my skills are not good enough. It's excusable. I'll just practice more in the future.

Why don't you go back to Brother Camos and ask for a gold one? The gold one is more powerful and domineering and not so easy to smash.

After writing this down in his mind, Garlan completely lost interest in Gore who was lying on the ground, and turned to look at Fataya.

He said: "Sister Fataya..."

As soon as he spoke, Fataya knelt down with a look of panic.

"Your Highness, please don't call me that."

She was horrified when she remembered that not long ago she actually touched a prince's head and pinched his cheek.

"Before... I was too rude before. Please forgive me, Prince!"

Looking at Fataya's nervous look, Garlan didn't say much. After all, in this world, class is insurmountable.

"Although those actions are a bit disrespectful..."

After Fataya's heart lifted, he bent his eyes and smiled.

"However, you have been trying your best to protect me, so you can even consider it as a success."

Fataya breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and thanked her, then stood up.

When the matter came to an end, the little black mouse quickly climbed up the owner's body and got into a small pocket hanging on the side of Caijos' waist. Caijos had already put the cheese as a reward for it.

Huymos rode on a horse with Garlan in his arms, and Kehos followed closely on horseback.

The majestic and powerful Guards guarded the two princes in the middle and escorted them towards the inner city. Fataya followed on the horse he had retrieved, looking at the Guards with a bit of envy in his eyes.

If she could be among this heroic army...

When they arrived at the gate of the inner city, the Guards stopped. The Guards in training were not allowed to enter the inner city of the Royal City. Therefore, after escorting the prince to the gate, they must return to the training place immediately.

Next, the city guard will take over the task of protecting the prince and interrogating those criminals who intend to kidnap and murder the prince.

The city guard is divided into two parts: east and west. Fataya belongs to the east. Naturally, she reports to her superiors first, and then takes over with the city guard from the east.

Cayjos did not return to the training ground with the Guards.

His current identity is the prince's guardian knight, not a member of the Guards. He can participate in the special training because of King Camos's permission. Therefore, he planned to escort the prince back to the palace first, and then return to the special training camp.

Hundreds of soldiers from the city guard escorted the group of criminals towards the direction of the Judgment Department. However, many soldiers involuntarily glanced towards the center of the team.

At the center of the procession was their prince Aaron Landis, many of whom were seeing both princes in person for the first time.

At this moment, Garlan was being held by Heimos and riding on horseback. He was leaning in Heimos's arms. His long eyelashes were hanging down, showing a somewhat sleepy look.

He had been running around all afternoon today and experienced so many things. This little kid's body was really exhausted. He was swaying on the horse, and the embrace he was nestled in was so warm that he couldn't help but feel sleepy, and dozed off in Heymos's arms.

The child was so sleepy that he almost couldn't open his eyes, so he nestled obediently in his arms. He was so cute and well-behaved that Heimos felt soft-hearted just looking at him. He held the reins with one hand and protected Garlan with the other. Prevent Garlan from falling.

His eyes turned, then suddenly froze in one place, frowning, he reached out and grabbed Garlan's wrist, and lifted it up.

"You are hurt?"

He stared at a cut on the inner side of Garlan's arm and asked in a bad tone: "Who did it?"

Gallan, who was originally drowsy, suddenly woke up a little when he was caught and questioned like this.

He raised his eyes and saw the wound Heimos asked about. It was accidentally cut on his arm when the boy cut off the bag containing his tokens with a knife. However, the wound was not deep, just a shallow one. It had already scabbed over, leaving a pale pink line on his arm.

"I accidentally rubbed it..."

Before Garlan could finish his answer, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

He watched in astonishment as Heimos just raised his arm, lowered his head, and landed on his wound with his thin lips.

You don't even have to think about what the moist and warm thing licking his wound is. It moves over his newly scabbed wound, accompanied by a slight sting and a somewhat itchy touch.

Seeing Heimos suddenly lowering his head and licking the wound on his arm, Gallan, who was stunned, heard Fataya shouting in front of him before he could react.

"Master Xicheng Wei, what do you want to do?"

Fataya's shout made Garlan subconsciously turn his head to look. He saw a group of soldiers in the same city guard uniforms in front of the city avenue, blocking their way.

The leading middle-aged man glanced at Fataya and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

As he spoke, he raised a roll of golden parchment in his hand, shook his hand, and unfolded it in front of everyone.

"According to the instructions of the Chief Secretary, the western part of our city guard was ordered to receive prisoners who intend to harm the prince."

The West City Guard Chief held up the order and said, "Please hand over the prisoner to me."

In the wooden cage on the carriage, Gore, who was sitting in the cage in despair, suddenly raised his head at this moment, and his dull eyes once again became bright.

He looked at the West City Guard Captain across from him expectantly, as if he couldn't wait to be taken over by him.

The person in charge of the western part of the City Guard is the Chief of Staff.

Fataya bit her lower lip. She turned back and looked at her boss who was leading the team. Her boss also had serious eyes at this moment.

The Judgment Department is under the jurisdiction of the Chief Director. It is his authority to issue instructions to transfer prisoners. No one here at this moment can refute the order of the Chief Director.

However, Fataya knew that once these prisoners were handed over to the western part of the city guard, it would be the same as a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

"Lord West City Guard! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the prince?"

She said angrily, "This is a madman who intends to harm the prince. Naturally, he must be interrogated by the prince himself! What do you mean by blocking the prince's way and trying to snatch away the prisoner who harmed the prince?"

"His Royal Highness is naturally noble and cannot be blasphemed."

The West City Guard Chief replied with a calm tone, neither humble nor arrogant, and no leaks.

"I didn't mean to offend the prince, I was just carrying out the instructions of the Chief Division Chief." He said: "Although the prince is noble, according to the law, he has no right to interfere with the duties of the Judicial Division."

He turned to Garlan, bowed his head slightly, and saluted the two princes.

"I focused on performing official duties and offended the two princes. When the official duties are completed, I will go and apologize to the two princes."

After speaking, he raised his head, held up the order signed by the chief director in his hand, and looked towards the opposite side with an awe-inspiring and upright expression, unafraid of the powerful.

"Now, please hand over the prisoner to me immediately."

He said with overwhelming momentum.

"No one here can reject this order issued by the Chief Secretary!"

Fataya gritted his teeth, extremely unwilling.

But she couldn't think about it. She could only watch the soldiers coming from the opposite side, wanting to take in the prisoners.

"Yeah?"

A voice suddenly sounded around the corner.

A dark horse came out of the corner, and the man on the horse continued.

"Chief of the West City Guards, do you think I can do it?"

The West City Guard Chief, who had an imposing look on his face, suddenly shook his hands, and the golden parchment in his hand fell to the ground.

But he could no longer care about this order, which he had attached great importance to just now, and quickly got off his horse and knelt on the ground.

A strong wind blew by, and with a swishing sound, the fiery red cloak flew up in the sky against the light of the setting sun, like a burning flame in the sky.

The slightly curly brown hair was swaying slightly in the wind. The strong King Camos came on horseback, with sword-like eyebrows and tiger eyes, like a majestic and proud lion roaming in his territory.

With a glance of his eyes as bright as charcoal fire, everyone dismounted one after another, kneeling on the ground in admiration or fear. Heimos also dismounted with Garlan.

King Camos rode up to the kneeling West City Guard Chief.

He said: "Look, can I reject this order issued by the Chief Secretary?"

The West City Guard Chief did not answer. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head deeply, his forehead was almost touching the ground, and big beads of sweat continued to flow down.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. The king's gaze, which was looking down at him from top to bottom, was like a sharp sword, piercing his whole body with chills.

King Camos snorted lowly and stopped paying attention to this man.

He turned the horse's head and walked to Garlan. When his eyes fell on Garlan, the majestic look on his face suddenly disappeared.

He leaned over, picked up Garlan with both hands, and placed him on the horse in front of him.

"Garlan, have you had enough fun?"

Before leaving the palace to find Garlan, King Camos, who said with a serious face that he must give Garlan a good scolding, smiled and touched his little brother's head and said, "Be good, go home with your brother." ”

As he was talking, he suddenly saw the shallow scar on Garlan's arm.

Suddenly, the Lion King was unhappy.

"What happened? Who hurt you?"

King Camos said as he grabbed Garlan's hand.

Most people who have been on the battlefield will habitually use saliva to disinfect small wounds, and Camos is no exception.

He lowered his head almost out of habit and sucked on his little brother's wound.

"Brother Wang."

Garlan watched him suck on his wound and suddenly called him.

Kamos raised his head, still holding Garlan's arm, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"no."

Garlan shook his head.

"I meant to say."

He pointed to the wound on his arm and whispered: "Brother Wang, you and Heimos kissed indirectly."

King Camos: “…………”

Heimos: "………………"

I heard nothing!

Heard nothing!

This was the heartfelt cry of the blond knight who was so close that he accidentally heard the little prince's words.