A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The once-a-week big court meeting ended in the debates of the ministers, and everyone retreated, but they were all thoughtful.

Some people frowned, others thought about it, others looked forward.

The news will soon spread, I am afraid that in less than a day, the people of the whole city will know that King Gallan intends to send troops to Canal.

After returning to the palace, Gallan had no consciousness about throwing such a thunderous thunder. His understatement looks like he just issued a command that he can't take for granted.

"It's finally comfortable."

Looking up, he poured most of the ice water sent by his maid, and the young man took a sigh of relief.

Such hot weather sat in the bright hall for most of the day, and he almost died of heat.

Even if the hall put ice cubes to cool down, but such a large area, so many people, it is not worth it.

Back to his cool administrative room in the palace, sitting on the cool obsidian bench, holding the cold water in his hand, Gallan felt relieved.

He leaned slightly on the bench and relaxed slightly.

"Finally, Canal can be sent in. Presumably this stone in your heart can finally fall."

After Galland had finished drinking, Kehos spoke.

"Ok."

Holding the cold sky blue glass cup in his arms, feeling the coolness inside, the young man yelled.

He tilted his head, his blond hair scattered on his cheeks, passing a golden stream of light.

"More than half a year ago, I transferred Teva from you to the west and let him practice under Karenni. At that time, I gave him a secret order to pay attention to the Alain Landis who fell into slavery in Canal. As far as possible, as much as possible to explore the situation."

"At the same time, the Rangers under Shulos have always been assisting Tewa to explore their movements."

Slender eyelashes hung down, Garland whispered.

"Their situation has always been very bad, and many people have died."

The heroic Aaron Landis warrior died as a slave and died under the enemy's hands in a humiliating way.

"It is impossible for me to rescue them earlier, as my king is incompetent."

The young king with his eyes down said that his expression was astonished.

Aaron Landis was still in chaos at the time, and he really had no spare power to rescue the soldiers who had fallen into prisoners of war.

This thought weighed on him, and it was more than a year after it was pressed, and many people have died in this year.

If he could settle Aaron Landis sooner...

"No, you have done your best, so..."

Kehos hadn't finished speaking yet, and Xie Muer, who was standing aside, spoke.

"King Galland, please don't be too arrogant."

Samash's high priest stood sideways, interrupting Kehuosi's words to comfort Gallan without expression.

Even in the sultry summer, his clothes are meticulous and clean without dust.

"Please bear in mind that you are just a worthy king."

He frowned and looked down at the sitting young king, his tone unpleasant.

"Even a true **** is not omnipotent."

He rebuked Gallan with a harsh tone.

"You are just a human being, but you want to do everything you want to do?"

Suddenly he was severely reprimanded by his own high priest, and Gallan froze.

He looked at Xie Muer and blinked blankly.

The next second, he smiled.

"You are right, Xie Muer, I am arrogant."

Things in the world cannot be as good as people want, and even the gods are not omnipotent.

It is Wang's negligence to do but not to do.

But if you can't do it, you have to do it forcibly, which becomes arrogant.

Xie Muer is telling him.

He couldn't do everything, only to do his best.

"You have never forgotten them, and have been trying hard to save them. Your Majesty, your intentions are enough to satisfy them."

Kehuos leaned over and knelt in front of Gallan, pressing one hand on his chest.

With his head raised, the handsome face of the knight's blond hair in the hot sun gave a firm smile to his majesty.

"please do not worry."

He says,

"I will definitely bring your soldiers and people back to Aaron Landis."

"I'll give it to you, Kehos."

Garland smiled and answered his knight.

...

Aaron Landis will send Canal in a month.

The news spread as quickly as a tornado.

For a time, all the nations on the mainland were talking.

The biggest reaction is of course the Gasdars who occupy Kanal.

They asked the hypocrite to declare to the entire continent that Aaron Landis's act was aggressive, while quickly mobilizing troops to the border between Canal and Aaron Landis.

Strictly wait.

...

………………

More than half a month passed quickly.

Seeing that summer is about to pass and autumn is coming, the hot climate has also become cooler.

For more than half a month, because of the military reform of the Legion, no matter whether it is Kehos or Huimos, they must personally ask to ensure that there is no problem, so both of them have Busy people turned their backs.

The two of them spent most of their time in the barracks, and only went back two or three times in most of the month.

Galan, who was in charge of government affairs, was also very busy during this time. When the busy summer affairs came to an end, he felt relieved, and he wanted to ask how the reform of the two legions was progressing.

However, for several days, he could not see either of them.

When I asked the attendants, I realized that they were too busy to stay in the barracks.

He thought that the two were already busy, and if they called them back just to ask about the progress, it was a waste of time, so he gave up, but told the attendants to pay attention to when they would return.

Two more days later, one night, Garland heard the guard report that Huimus returned to the palace tonight.

He thought about it, and went to the palace of Heimos himself.

He had to understand the progress of the legionary reform clearly. After all, he had already spoken in front of his ministers to go out a month later. In case something went wrong in the middle, it would be troublesome.

Waiting into the palace of Heimus, the chief lady here said that after he had eaten, he went to the back courtyard to exercise martial arts. Gallan thought about it and raised his hand to stop Hey. The chief woman called by Moss.

He asked everyone to wait outside, then walked into the back courtyard by himself.

The night is already deep, and as autumn approaches, the night's climate has become much cooler than it was a while ago.

Gallan walked in, and not far afterward, he saw the familiar figure under the blue stone wall in the middle of the courtyard.

In the silent night, on the green velvet grass, Huimus stooped his left knee and sat on the grass, leaning against the blue stone wall.

He lowered his head, and the black hair scattered on his forehead blocked his eye sockets.

He sat quietly against the stone wall, and even if Gallan came to him, he didn't react at all.

Garland squatted down in front of Huimus.

The man's eyes were closed under the dark forehead.

Huimus seemed to be asleep, and was still asleep.

Even if Garland was so close, he was motionless, not aware of the number of people around him.

Squatting in front of Hyimus and looking at each other in a deep sleep, Gallan was very playful.

He stretched out his hand and poked Huimus' face gently with his fingertips.

Well, it's softer than expected.

he thinks.

After being so stabbed by him, Huimus still didn't wake up, but his slender eyelashes moved slightly, and his lips pursed.

Seems a little impatient.

Garland, who thought the expression of Huimos was so funny, couldn't help but continued to poke several times.

Probably too tired. Heimus slept so deeply that he was harassed by Garland and did not wake up.

Only when Gallan poked his face, the corners of his eyes struggled and moved, his thin lips pursed and pursed.

It was impossible to see for a thousand years, and it seemed that he was being bullied by the air, and Garland couldn't help but smile and bend his eyes.

Never mind.

Don't bully him.

After all, the task of transforming the legion into such a heavy task is completed within a month, even for Heimus, it is not an easy task.

It seems that the last half of the month really made him choke.

However, Busy Cheng did not forget to take the time to torture himself... No, it is to exercise himself. Day after day, he nearly treats himself with such tireless training, so that the black knight has the kind of things that everyone now does. The power of fear.

Garlan's eyes softened.

His fingers seemed to appease each other, and he gently stroked the cheek he had just poked.

Let him sleep a little longer.

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Thinking so, Garran turned to sit next to Huimos, intending to wait for Huimos to wake himself.

With his head raised, he leaned on the blue stone wall and placed one hand on the erected knee.

Long gold hair fell from his shoulders, and the starlight falling from the night sky jumped in his golden hair.

Starry sky, starry sky.

The teenager looked up and stared at the thousands of stars in the night sky.

The cool night wind blew slowly, gently brushing his golden hair tips scattered around the corners of his eyes, his golden pupils as if reflecting the countless stars of the night sky.

The courtyard in the night is quiet.

He could hear the sound of the gurgling water flowing around the courtyard, and the rustling of the crown of the tall olive tree in the night wind...

The teenager's eyebrows stretched, and the whole person relaxed.

The night breeze blowing over his cheeks brought a light fragrance of scattered flowers, which made people feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.

Suddenly, his right shoulder sank, as if something pressed on it.

Garland turned to look.

Heimus, who had fallen asleep with his head back against the stone wall, slid over him somehow and tilted his head on his shoulder.

Garlan raised his hand subconsciously, trying to push Huimus away.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he stopped hesitantly.

Heimos still closed his eyes and was still asleep.

Leaning on his shoulder, the man made a shallow, even breath, and the sharp corners of his eyebrows showed a little bit of tiredness and exhaustion at the moment.

Garland suddenly felt a bit soft.

Never mind.

In the final analysis, it was because he said that he would send troops after a month, so that he was so tired that he fell asleep directly in the courtyard.

He also bears some responsibility.

But it was to let Huimos sleep for a while, he would not lose a lot of meat.

Garland watched Huimus leaning on his shoulder and thought so, but didn't move.

Instead, Heimus' head moved unconsciously, as if he wanted to adjust his shoulder to a most comfortable position to make himself more comfortable.

However, as soon as the other person's head moved, the lacquered black hair that fell on his shoulder naturally followed.

The fine tip of the hair brushed over his neck fossa and fell a little longer on his collarbone, itchy.

At this itch, Gallan couldn't help raising his hand and pinching the strand of hair that had swept across his most sensitive collarbone.

Perhaps because of the long wind blowing in the night breeze, the man's hair was a bit cold.

The hair pinched at the fingertips is very soft, it is delicate and soft that is totally disproportionate to its owner, like a good ice silk satin.

Because the feel was so good, Garland couldn't resist rubbing with his fingertips.

Rub it again.

Garland rubbed the hair on her fingertips and looked down.

The young man leaned on him, his slanted head pressed against his shoulder, and the thin black hair slipped down from one side, revealing most of his forehead.

Teal runes adorn it.

A drop of water slipped from the cheeks, reflecting the moonlight, and the brown skin was glowing with light.

The appearance of the youth is undoubtedly handsome, but the sharp and narrow lines of the eyes line this handsome beauty with a sharp edge.

Thin lips are a trace of cold color.

A lonely and dangerous beast is sleeping soundly.

Just beside him.

The dangerous beast attached to him.

In front of him, he will carefully converge the sharp minions, depress the anger of the fundus, and retract the ambition of the heart**.

...Just to stay by his side.

Therefore, to this person, Gallan's heart always softened involuntarily.

To be honest, Huimus is really an excellent man.

Handsome.

powerful.

Wise.

Fortitude and determination.

The man's bones permeated as if they were born with a strong spirit, and the perseverance and toughness created after suffering through childhood.

The dangerous breath emanating from his body revealed a fatal temptation.

Garland felt that Heimus should be the so-called son of destiny.

Looking down at the sleeping Heimus's face, Garland was thinking wildly, suddenly seeing a drop of water slowly seeping out of Heimus's forehead.

The drop of sweat slipped down the brown forehead, and it would seep into the corner of the eye.

He raised his hand subconsciously, pressed his fingertips to the corner of Huimus's eyes, and stopped the sweat.

Perhaps because he felt his touch, Huimus' eyelashes followed.

Heimus's eyelashes were not thick, but they were very long, long and slender, and the long eyelashes flew past his fingertips.

The strange tactile sensation from his fingertips caused Gallan to stun for a moment, and after the reaction, he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But before he had time to shrink his hands, Huimus's face rolled.

Inadvertently, and also by coincidence, the other person's lips gently brushed his fingers before he could retract it.

A flexible touch different from the cheek came from the fingertips.

An inexplicable feeling came.

Garlan shrank his hand, almost subconsciously looking at the place where his finger had just rubbed.

It's lips.

His eyes fell on each other's lips.

Heimus's lips were thin, and his lip color was very light, revealing a little coldness.

Especially when squeezed, it is like a blade.

People with thin lips are said to be very cold-hearted.

However, when he remembered the fierceness that Huimus wanted to kill him every time he kissed him, Gallan couldn't help but think, where is this guy's cold heart?

Obviously, he usually indulges in dealing with him, almost obeying him unconditionally, but in this kind of matter, Huimos is so tough that he does not give him the slightest breathing opportunity, and he is often forced to close to The point of suffocation.

And, at that point, the guy always showed a particularly unsatisfied face.

Every time, this guy forced him to kiss him.

He was always dizzy by the fierce force of the other party.

Speaking of it...Although he has kissed several times, he actually doesn't know what the touch of his lips feels...

Huimus likes to kiss him so much.

Relatives... How does it feel?

The moonlight fell on the handsome face of the sleeping man, and a little light appeared on the cold thin lips.

It is unclear whether it was because of the moonlight falling on the corner of the lips, or because of other things.

Garland lowered his head gently and leaned over the thin lips.

The teenager's long blond hair spread from his shoulders.

Moonlight is like water, flowing on the two.

Suddenly, a clear bird chirping in the courtyard broke the tranquility in the night.

Garland, who was awakened by the bird's song, looked at the thin lips that were close at hand—just nearly touched.

He was stunned.

The next second, he immediately reflected what he almost did.

In a flash, the boy was red-faced.

He squeezed his lips tightly and straightened Heimus straight, leaning it back against the bluestone wall.

But he couldn't look directly at the other party, and got up and walked away quickly.

His footsteps are very light, as if afraid of waking someone up.

The long blond hair was blown up by the night breeze, revealing the red ears of the teenager who hurried away.

…………

The night bird on the tree didn't know the consequences of his call. He had just eaten and satiated after searching for food at night. At this moment, he couldn't help but cried cheerfully.

But then, a snap.

A stone hit its body and knocked it off the tree.

That sound became its last tweet.

Under the crown of a rustling tree swaying in the night breeze, Huimus, who was leaning against the bluestone wall, opened his eyes.

Looking at the night bird hit by the stone he popped, he uttered a low, extremely unwilling sound.

Then, Huimus raised his eyes.

Looking at the direction Garland had just left, the golden red eyes flowed with flame-like red streamers in the night.

It is said that the thin lips, which symbolize the cold heart, slowly raise a gentle arc.

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