A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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The splashing waterfall sprinkled with a layer of gauze mist.

The clear water on the rock shallowly reached the instep.

White deer and teenager stand in the water.

The white deer lowered his head gently, and the teenager raised his hands to hold his head.

It once again intimately and gently rubbed the cheek of the teenager, then turned around and jumped lightly onto the high rock flowing with the waterfall.

Looking back at the white deer standing above the waterfall, its eyes look like black pearls immersed in water, clearly reflecting the figure of the teenager.

After a last glance at Galland, it ran quickly to the jungle not far away.

Its running figure is so light and beautiful.

Then, the white figure disappeared deep in the verdant jungle and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

When the white deer appeared, time seemed to stop at that moment.

That elusive figure so beautiful and indescribable seemed to make everything stand still.

Until the white deer disappeared into the depths of the jungle, all the talents recovered like a big dream.

"That's... deer?"

"Yeah, yes, a white deer!"

"What a beautiful deer..."

"It never seems to be seen before?"

"Yeah, although there are a lot of deer in this mountain, I saw the white deer for the first time."

"I've never seen such a beautiful deer-"

"Yeah, yeah, I don't know why I dare not take a breath when I see it."

There was a lot of discussion, and there was a lot of excitement in an inexplicable but non-stop mood.

"Speaking of... the white holy beast... I always feel like I have heard it somewhere."

"Ah, me too, as if my grandfather coaxed me in a poem like this when he was a kid."

There are only some old people remembering the old ballads of Mount Tverullo. The young people know very little, and this time almost all of them digging ditches on the mountain are young and strong guys.

Later, when these people who had seen the White Deer came home and shared what they saw with friends and relatives, they soon learned about this ancient poem from the elderly at home.

For a time, the old ballad, which had been almost forgotten, was once again sung in Twiloor City.

It wasn't until a long time later that they knew that the boy that the white deer gave the laurel branch was their prince.

Later, a bard wrote a poem based on the matter, and the moving poem was sung out. It depicts the young prince of Aaron Landis under the guidance of the white holy beast to save the special from the flood. The story of Willow City.

This poem, along with the ancient ballad of the legend of Mount Teverullon, has been passed down from generation to generation in the city of Teverall.

And thousands of years later, archeologists of later generations discovered these two obscure ballads on the broken stone tablets excavated from this ancient city...

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At the urging of the soldiers, the people who were still talking excitedly about the beautiful white deer began to descend one after another, and they could not wait to return to their safe home and reunite with their loved ones.

Soon, there were only a few people left by the crowded hilltop waterfall.

On one side are Garland and Shulos, on the other side are the Lord Kanirie and his staff, and dozens of confidantes.

For the safety of Prince Galland, the city owner does not intend to reveal Galland's identity.

He walked to Gallan's side, his eyes first falling in Gallan's hands.

The laurel branch in the young prince's hands was green and dripping, and it looked like it was carved out of jade.

The old town owner frowned deeply as he watched the laurel branches.

In Aaron Landis, laurel has a special meaning.

Legend has it that the sun **** Shamash was born under a laurel tree. Therefore, Shamash usually only wears a crown made of laurel leaves.

Only the king of Aaron Landis can wear crowns or ornaments shaped like laurel leaves.

Others can only wear olive crowns or ornaments similar to laurel leaves.

But why the incredible white deer suddenly appeared from the mountain, why did he hand this laurel branch title to Prince Garland?

What does this indicate?

Or is it that the legend in the poem about the earth **** Magher really exists?

The white holy beast...

"Sir Canille."

The whispered reminder of the staff around him made the thoughtful Lord Kanile recover.

He looked down, and the teenager in front of him also looked up at him.

The pair of golden pupils looked closely at a close distance, and even the edge of the iris had a pure golden aperture.

As he stared at Gallan's eyes, suddenly, Shulos, who was standing next to him, stepped forward and raised his left arm to block Gallan.

"I am the mastermind."

Shulos said quietly.

"The plan to hijack that nobleman was proposed by me. He was young and still a child. He was only coaxed by me to do what I asked.

"Schloss..."

"Gar, don't talk!"

Suddenly interrupting Garland who wanted to say something, Shulos turned his head and continued to stare at the city master, and said quickly, "The child is not sensible, if he is guilty, just ask me."

Shuluos suddenly stood up and took all the responsibility on himself, so that everyone present was startled.

Then, the staff standing aside couldn't help but bowed his head and smiled.

And Lord Kaniele just glanced at the rude guy lightly, and then ignored Shulos.

He looked at Galland again, raised his right hand against his chest, leaned slightly, bowed his head to salute Galland.

He said: "When we first met, His Royal Highness Prince Garland, I am the owner of Twilour City, Canier."

Although he had seen Prince Garland at a distance when he went to Wangcheng to report his job, it was the first time he met face to face.

A minstrel stunned in front of Garland.

"……what?"

Shu Luosi looked sullen.

prince?

...What prince?

What prince?

Isn't this city lord grown up too old? What prince actually yelled at them?

The prince is Gallan, not Gal.

............ It must be too old. Suddenly irritated, there is a problem with the brain.

That's right, yes, it must be.

Just as Shulos convinced himself in his heart, he stretched out a hand and patted his arm in front of him.

"Don't stop it."

Gallan said.

"it's me."

He patted Shulos' arm and pressed it down so that it would not stop in front of him.

He said, "He is calling me."

He glanced at the groped bard and repeated again: "I am Prince Gallan."

[Don’t worry, I am a prince, and I will protect you. 】

[I am. 】

The minstrel's brain exploded at this moment.

Gal.

Prince Garland.

Do not! He must be dreaming!

And it's still a nightmare!

Think about what he has done these days-

When she thought the prince was a girl, she opened her mouth to mock the prince.

Later, when he knew the gender, he continued to mock him with the young master.

From time to time, he moved his feet to the Prince.

His right hand doesn't know how many times he rubbed the prince's noble head...Aphrodite Maiden...Your most handsome believer is about to be chopped off!

But the worst is...

[Huh, if you are a prince, then I am King Camos. 】

Lying! Why is my mouth so cheap--

Soaring in his heart, he wished to slap himself hard and turned his mouth swollen decisively.

Don't you run away now and wait to be beheaded?

It was just that Shulos, who was desperately trying to escape, had just taken a step.

The teenager behind him seemed to see through his mind and reached out from behind to buckle his shoulder.

auzw.com "Where are you going?"

Garland asked with a smile.

"I... that... anxious, find a place to solve..."

"Oh."

Gallan loose hands.

Shulos let out a sigh of relief and prepared to run after pulling his leg.

However, just after taking another step, the young man's voice, which seemed to be talking to himself, reached his ears from behind.

"Still waiting to go back and return the bow to you..."

The upcoming second step was frozen in midair, and Shulos couldn't move at all.

The bow was very important to him. He also told Gallan that it was something that the mentor who raised him and taught him to shoot arrows gave him before death.

That's something he absolutely doesn't want to lose.

Shulos took a deep breath and turned back.

He looked dead at home.

"Come on, pick your eyes first, or cut your tongue first? Or chop your hands first?"

Garland: "........."

He lifted his foot and kicked Shulos lightly.

"Okay, don't pretend."

He said angrily, "You know how I won't treat you."

"Really? Will it not cure me of offense?"

The bard's eyes lighted up and he was relieved.

"The ignorant are innocent. You don't know my identity, so those are not offenses."

Garland said funny.

"So, you don't want to act, it's a fake if it's too much

"Are you? I think it's not bad."

"I don't think you are the kind of guy who binds your hands and feet after hearing my identity, and if you are really afraid, you should kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Uh……"

The two were talking, and suddenly the hoarse voice of the city host came from the side, interrupting their conversation.

"excuse me."

Lord Kanile looked at Gallan, frowning and said, "His Royal Highness, why don't you stay here in the palace? What are you doing here? Why don't you even have a bodyguard? Does the king allow you to leave the city? Too neglecting your own safety? And, very soon, there will be a very important ceremony to be held. If you leave without permission, would you be too willful?"

Although the city owner was in his fifties, he was strong and full of breath. He spoke in one go without stopping in the middle.

Moreover, those words, one sentence after another, with a great sense of oppression, come step by step.

Coupled with the solemn atmosphere of the elders of the old city owner, Gallan was a little overwhelmed.

"Wait, wait a minute, I know I didn't do it right... But, things are very complicated and can't be finished for a while, shall we go back to the city first?"

"Understood, Your Highness."

Lord Kaniere replied that he did not continue to persecute.

"It's an honor to be here in my city, and I will immediately report to King Camos that you are here."

He paused and looked at Garland.

"Your Highness, do you have any comments?"

"........."

Garland paused, then shook his head gently.

He said, "No."

The serious old town nodded in satisfaction.

Then, a man waited to prepare to go down the mountain.

Lord Kanile left a few guards to let them temporarily stand next to the waterfall. He decided to let the soldiers rotate up the mountain during this month, guarding here for a while to avoid accidents from happening again.

While walking down the mountain, Garland and Shulos continued to talk.

"You actually lied to me for so long, waiting to read my jokes, I said, "Your prince, will your conscience hurt?"

"I told you that I am a prince."

"Who would believe that kind of saying-"

"I usually believe it? After all, no one dares to say that he is a prince... Ah, there is a dare to say that he is Camo..."

"Stop stop stop stop! I'm wrong, I admit it wrong, everything is my fault, please do not say!"

The two were talking. Suddenly, Garland stepped in and stopped abruptly.

Shulos didn't respond and continued to take a step forward before stopping.

He saw Gallan's face next to him. Gallan's face was unbelievable at the moment. His golden eyes were wide open, he looked forward in amazement, and even opened his mouth, as if thinking I want to make a sound, but I don’t know why Qiang refrained.

Shulos subconsciously looked at Gallan's eyes.

At this point, he also stunned.

A young man stood under a big tree not far away.

A stranger, he had never seen him.

It was an extremely attractive young man with dark hair.

No one can ignore his existence.

Under the dark hair like night, there is an extremely beautiful face that is hard to forget at a glance. Even a narcissist who has always been narcissistic is embarrassed to say that he can be compared.

But at first glance, the first thing people noticed was not the handsome face, but the young man's eyes.

The golden-red eyes, full of sharpness, with an invisible sharp edge, just a glance, it will be able to press everyone under it.

"Her..."

Lord Kanil made a sound and swallowed back.

He didn't say Heimus' identity, but his face was so dead, he could see that he was very unhappy now.

What's the matter with these two guys not staying well in the palace and running around everywhere?

Not long ago, I felt that His Royal Highness was more stable and reliable, and he was more suitable to become Crown Prince than Prince Garland.

Now, the old city owner decided to withdraw this sentence.

Heimos stepped towards Gallan.

His eyes have always been on Gallan, as if he completely ignored the existence of others.

For some reason, Galran, who had recovered from the shock, watched Huimus walk towards himself, feeling a little nervous and a little ill.

He swallowed softly.

He could imagine that at the beginning he did not say goodbye, and Huimos must be very hot.

At this moment, watching Hyimus approaching himself and staring at his eyes without blinking, Gallan had an urge to escape.

But, let’s not say that the only way down the hill was blocked by Huimos, even if there were other ways, if he really escaped in the face of Huimos... he always feels that... he will end miserably. .

Therefore, he could only stand still and stay still.

Walking to Garland, Huimus lowered his head and glanced over the teenager's face little by little.

Pedestrians who had been thirsty in the desert saw the dew for a long time, and they never missed it.

The eyes are so deep that they can't see the end.

He looked at Garland deeply, as if he could see nothing else in his eyes.

Huimus stretched out the left hand that he had been holding and spread it in front of Gallan's eyes.

A verdant malachite earring lies quietly in the brown palm.

At a glance, Shu Luosi was surprised.

"This is the earring that was robbed back then. Why are you here?"

Gallan also didn't understand, but he didn't ask much and just reached for it. However, before touching the earring, the big brown hand that reached his eyes escaped.

His fingertips emptied.

He looked up and looked at Huimus suspiciously.

Heimus glanced at Gallan, raised his right hand to lift the blond hair on Gallan's cheek, and gently moved it behind his ear.

Then, he put the malachite earring in his hand on Galland's earlobe again.

A little emerald dotted the white earlobes.

The platinum tassel that fell from the jade fell on the brown fingers.

Heimos lowered his head, staring at the golden eyes that were also staring at him.

Garland is here, right in front of him.

He can see it, he can touch it.

"Where else do you want to go?"

he asks.

His eyes were sharp, but the moment they landed on Gallan's face, the sharp blades turned into soft fingers.