A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Thrall immediately realized that the terrifying man and the "girl" who came in suddenly looked at each other, and there was a subtle atmosphere between them.

"Your concubine?"

He asked directly.

Then he got a blank expression on Gallan's face.

"Hymos, you kill him now, I won't stop you."

"Wait, wait for me. It's your business to quarrel with your little couple, don't get involved with my uncle!"

Thrall called out quickly.

He patronized curiously, did not understand the man's name, and was not interested. But now he dares to confirm that the two of them know each other, and they definitely have a very delicate relationship.

So he turned directly to Heimus and said, "Brother, you can rest assured, Grandpa, I am not interested in your woman. Hey, there is no femininity at all."

He glanced at Gallan, his eyes very disgusted.

"My grandfather, the only thing I love is gold coins. The purpose of getting her back is just to make a sum of money. The wedding is all made up by the following guys, not counting."

He waved his hands in a seemingly careless manner.

"I think you still have to talk, just right, I drink too much and go out to pour urine, you can do it yourself."

The corners of the dangling eyes picked up, and he glanced at Heimus in a meaningful way.

"This brother, simply, I will lend you this place to spend the wedding night directly?"

Thrall said as he walked from Heimus to the door.

Heimus didn't move, didn't even look at him, his eyes only stared at Gallan from beginning to end.

With a snap, the door closed and the room fell silent again.

Outside the room, Thrall shut the door and exhaled in fear.

You know, he stepped out of the room with his forefoot, and the unintentional expression of his hind foot in the room was immediately collapsed.

It was just glanced at by the man in black. Until now, his heart still seemed to be pinched by a big invisible hand.

That man is very dangerous.

From the moment he saw the man in black, his instinct warned him frantically.

The man is in danger—it makes him feel like he should get a step closer.

So Thrall took the opportunity to decisively clear up his relationship with the ‘girl’,

Then, decisively escaped and escaped from the Shurachang.

He stood in the doorway, his eyes irritated around him.

The ten guards continued to stay silently outside, completely unable to see that they just had a fight with the man who broke into the room.

Obviously, because the "girl" in the room didn't speak, they didn't go in.

They apparently didn't look at Thrall, even if Thrall stood at the door, the corners of his eyes did not sweep him.

Scratching his bird's nest-like messy hair indiscriminately, Thrall scolded in his heart and left the place in a daze.

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Gallan, who was disturbed by the plan, was still angry, and things were going very smoothly, only the last step, he could win the leader of the Fira bandit.

Only by winning this leader can he implement his next plan in the desert.

What made him the most uncomfortable was the fact that Huimus had been following him secretly.

"You keep following me?"

"........."

Heimus said nothing, staring at Gallan without blinking.

The dark forehead was scattered in the corners of his eyes, hiding the unconsciousness oozing from the bottom of his eyes.

A burning flame burned in his heart, almost exploding, but looking at the boy on the opposite side, he forcibly suppressed his heart.

He exhaled slightly, and he stepped forward, extended his hand, and adjusted Garland's cloak obliquely to his shoulder.

Heimos lowered his head, his golden eyes fixed on Gallan.

He whispered, "I'm afraid you have to go again."

Gallan was still on fire, but with one move and a word, Huimos let his stomach full of gas in an instant.

He didn't know what to say for a while.

After all, he did the stupid thing of concealing the people away from home not long ago, so now Hymoth said he was worried about him stealing again so he followed him.

Moreover, Huimus followed his behavior, I am afraid that they passed the tacit consent of Brother Camos.

Perhaps Brother Xie Muer also worried that they would run away from home again after they ran out alone.

He used to be a prince to cover up, but if he had become Prince Wang's own house, the problem would be even bigger.

"Since I chose to go back and become the crown prince, I will never regret it, nor will I go away without a word."

Gallan said that his bright golden eyes met with Huimus, with a calm look.

"I said, I came here, I just want to solve the problem of Saar desert."

He says,

"Since I have become a crown prince, I should be more responsible, right?"

When the Tusdar mission passed through this desert, the brothers of Opada colluded with the bandits here to attack the mission.

At that time, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties and prevent the other dog from jumping into the wall, he let the bandit leave.

But letting go of those gangsters at that time did not mean that he did not intend to settle the accounts after the autumn.

He originally planned to wait for the mission of Tasda to leave safely, and he returned to the palace safely, so he told Brother Camos that the Brother would send an army to kill the bandit.

However, after returning to the royal palace, Huimus first confided in him the love of admiration and begged him, then he was shocked and then sent to Tozes City by Brother Camos within two days. It was when the pirates attacked and the **** battle of Tozes City was finally won. As soon as he returned to the king city, Heimus was framed and he was busy saving Heimus again.

After saving Huimus, he secretly tilted his house in order not to be the crown prince.

...

A bunch of things happened one after another, it was too late to breathe, and there was no time and space to think about the criminals.

Until now, I finally have time to consider this matter.

Heimus frowned and asked, "Several gangsters that don't have a climate. It's easy to solve them. I don't understand, why are you doing so troublesome?"

Although there are many bands in Thrall's desert, as long as Gallan ordered him to let him or Kehos lead the army to destroy them, it was a breeze.

He didn't understand why Gallan had to come in person.

"It's really not difficult to kill the bandits in the desert. I checked the records. It seems that Wang Ting will come to kill the bandit every once in a while, and once he kills, the desert will be quiet for a while."

Garland shook his head.

"But, it was only quiet for a while. Soon, either the escaped old band or the new band will appear again. Just like the weeds, you burn more, and after a while, it again Will grow up."

Garlan said while raising his hand to untie the knot of the cloak neckline.

He took off this thick cloak, put it on the table, and then sat down by the table.

"There should be no such paradise on the land of Aaron Landis."

He said, "So, I just wanted to come here to take a walk on the ground and see for myself what the problem is and how to do it to completely solve the problem."

The Fira bandit, who was born and raised in the desert of Saar, was the key to solving this dilemma.

Just when Garland wondered whether he would let someone call Thrall back now so that he could continue to talk about the business, Heimus, who was standing beside him, glanced at him, and then turned around and took a step to sit. In front of Garland.

The lights shook a little, and when a shadow came over, Gallan looked up subconsciously.

Heimus leaned over and pressed his hands against the armrests of the rough wooden chair.

auzw.com The tall body, open arms, and the armrests of the wooden chairs form a narrow space in which the juvenile is imprisoned.

He looked down at Gallan, which was suppressed by him on the seat, the light reflected on him, and his wide shadow almost covered Gallan.

"So, the solution you have found is to get married to the horse thief...?"

The golden-red eyes stared at the boy in front of him, and there seemed to remain a bit of coldness brought in from the night outside.

Heimus's voice was very low, obviously suppressed.

Gallan was startled.

"After I entered this camp, I saw them holding a wedding reception."

Before Gallan recovered, Huimus looked at him deeply and continued.

"They said it was their boss who wanted to marry you tonight."

He said, "So, I am very angry."

His eyes were fixed on Gallan.

He spoke slowly, and the tone sounded calm, even with a touch of tenderness, but the voice of the partial voice was terribly low.

"Gallan, you know why I am angry."

And the pair looked through Liman's eyes even in the shadows, and Gallan's throat swallowed.

Perhaps because the two people's posture at the moment gave him a sense of oppression, he suddenly felt a little nervous.

Why did Huimos get angry, he certainly knew.

Because Huimus treated him...

"It's just an excuse to hide people's eyes and ears. I want to come in and have a solution..."

Garland replied in a low voice, but the sound was muted only halfway through.

He lowered his eyes, his long lashes moving slightly.

Somehow, he felt that his voice sounded a little guilty and short of breath.

Perhaps it was because Huimos was staring at his eyes at the moment, which was too deep for him to look at.

"Of course I know this is just an excuse."

But even if it's just an excuse, it won't work.

Heimus lowered his head and looked down at Galland, who was looking away from his eyes.

The teenager's eyelashes moved slightly, and the shadow of the eyelashes fell on the white cheeks, and the traces of shaking caused people to feel itchy and unbearable.

Pink lips pursed slightly, like the first blooming buds blown by the wind in early spring.

The boy in front of him was so beautiful, he always wanted to guard carefully, for fear that people would look at it more, and they would have a coveted heart.

He couldn't bear the coveted heart, even if it was only a little.

Heimus exhaled gently, let go of his hands, and actively let go of the narrow space that resembled imprisonment.

He stepped back a bit and let his shadow move away from the other party.

His behavior raised Gallan's eyes and looked at him in confusion.

Heimus leaned over, fell on one knee, and knelt in front of Gallan.

His gaze was flush with the sitting Gallan, and he looked straight at it.

The dark hair was scattered around the corners of his eyes slightly, making his sharp eyes soft.

Perhaps it was because of the shadow of Gallan in his pupils at this moment.

"I know it's an excuse, it's a fake."

"I know I'm stupid to get angry because of this kind of thing."

Heimos reached out and rubbed Garlan's cheeks with rough fingertips.

He looked at the youth in front of him with a burning and uncontrollable love.

"However, Gallan, things about you, whether true or false, will make me feel out of control, or even out of control."

His fingertips fell from Gallan's cheeks and pinched a strand of long hair.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the long black hair between his fingers.

He said, "...Do you understand?"

Gallan looked at Huimusi staring blankly, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

He looked at the beautiful face towards him, and a little bit, he could almost feel the breath of the other person passing by the corners of his eyes.

He thought he should avoid.

But I don't know why, even if he has not been confined to the other's arms, he seems to be trapped in the invisible cage formed by the other's eyes, unable to move.

He could only watch Hiemos leaning over, seeming to kiss him.

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes nervously.

Seeing Garland's eyes closed, panic with nervous eyelashes nervous, Heimos couldn't help laughing.

He lowered his head and kissed the soft lips.

The sweet breath penetrated into the lips.

Just when he wanted to kiss again, deeper, there was a loud noise outside.

Garland was awakened instantly, opened his eyes, and stood up suddenly.

Heimos frowned and stood up.

The two looked out at the same time, and at the same time, a loud loud voice came in through the door panel.

"Hiccup, son--hiccup--bring your bride out, hiccup, let you be my son, and let everyone see--Ih, hiccup, the future chief lady--"

Amidst a bunch of unregulated men, Thrall's father, the chief of the Fira bandit, came here with a large group of people.

His rough face was red all over, yelling while burping wine.

A group of horse thieves who also drank too high followed him swaying, shouting indiscriminately.

This group of people wanted to break in, but was stopped by the guards outside.

The guards exchanged glances at each other, and touched a few times. All the drunks were laid down by the guards, and the pain of crying out loudly.

The big boss, who was also put down, angrily shook his throat and shouted into the room.

"Saar! You bastard! I am your old son! Hiccups-you-hiccups-don't marry your wife, you will forget your old sons-hiccups-give me -"

He hadn't finished shouting a word yet, and the closed door suddenly opened.

What appeared to the horse thieves was not their little boss, but a strange man who had never seen him.

The tall and handsome man stood at the door, and a small figure was blocked by him for most of the time, making it difficult for everyone to see clearly.

The man raised his hand slightly, and that posture clearly protected the man behind him.

The head of the Fira bandit sat on the ground drunkenly, and looked blankly at Heimus who was standing at the door, then at Garlan, who was clearly behind him by the man.

His brain flashed, and he realized it.

At this moment, he rushed to the crown in anger, eyes split.

At this moment, he roared at the two.

"You gangster | husband | **** | woman! What's wrong with my Thrall? I want you to lose your life!"

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

The weather is too hot, let's just destroy this Fira bandit directly.

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