A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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Although the sun is about to go down, the enthusiasm is still there. Even the wind blowing is still hot. Most people also wear cool short clothes. However, when Gore stood there, there was a feeling that the whole person had fallen into the ice cellar. The chill that spread from the bottom of my heart spread all over the internal organs, so cold that it almost made him tremble.

His beloved gold-stranded whip fell to the ground and was stained with dirty mud, and he could no longer care for it.

The blond kid stood in front of him, and the baby's fat face gave him a very cute smile.

Gore felt black for a moment.

Finished.

He is about to finish.

This is a trap! It must be a trap!

Prince Garland must have deliberately concealed his identity, playing with himself! Otherwise, if he blew himself up earlier, he was too late to dare, how dare he do anything to the prince?

With great malicious speculation, Gore did not expect that before Kehuos did not bring the Guards, even if Garland said that he was a prince, he could not believe it at all, only laughed and laughed. The child has a meal.

Just when Gore was black and cold all over, the little prince uttered a soft voice again, as if remembering something again, and then revealed to Gore again that other people looked so cute, Gore looked Coming made his heart tremble with a smile.

"Tell you again."

Garland grabbed the Huimos around him and dragged him over.

Then, pointing to Heimus, said, "This is the **** kid you just scolded."

He repeated Gore's insincere words.

The child's smile was as bright as the sunset that was about to fall on the horizon.

"He is my brother, Prince Huimus."

As soon as Garland's words fell, Gore fell to the ground.

At this time, instead of blackening his eyes, his brain was blank.

There are only two words constantly circling in my head.

Finished.

He is completely over--

Even if the slums were not exposed, he actually intended to kidnap Prince Garland and insulted Prince Huimus. These two things were enough to make him die ten or eight times.

He sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes blank, and all his subordinates were as mourning as they were.

Suddenly, it was very outdated, and the female knight next to him, who was so dumb, finally couldn't help but make a chuckle.

She was also shocked by Gallan's identity. She was a little panicked because of her rudeness to the prince not long ago. At this time, when she looked at how Gallan looked and how ridiculous, she was so lovely that she could bear it. Can't stop laughing.

If the little prince had ears and tails, the ears must be moving with excitement at the moment, and the tails must have been lifted up into the sky, making people want to grab a hard one.

Yes, booze.

Fataya did not know that Gallan’s appearance is more appropriate now.

Obviously, it is not the female knight who thinks so.

Kehuos, who had stood up, lowered his head, and his scattered blond hair blocked his eyes, but the corner of his mouth smiled.

Heimus, who was dragged by Galland, looked softly, reaching for Galland's head.

However, this touch of his head dispelled Galland's majestic momentum (self-consideration) by more than half. Garland glared at Heimus angrily, but think about it, it would be almost there, and he was successful in pretending.

...Well, although not perfect.

I always feel something is missing.

What is missing...

Garland thought for a while, and finally understood what was missing.

Hey, the token is broken.

Garland thought with regret.

When he showed his identity, if he could hold the token in front of this guy-the power might at least double.

Well, make a note of it, and pay attention to this later.

The first time I tried to force, the skills were not skilled enough, and I was justified, so I would practice more in the future.

Or go back and look for Brother Camos and ask for gold, which is more powerful and domineering, and is not so easy to smash.

With this in mind, Gallan had no interest in Gore, who was sitting on the ground, and turned to look at Fataya.

He said, "Sister Fataya..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fataya knelt in panic.

"His Royal Highness, please don't call me that."

When she remembered that she had touched a prince's head and pinched her face not long ago, she was terrified.

"Before... I was too rude, please prince to sin!"

Looking at Fataya's tensed body, Garland didn't say much. After all, in this world, class is insurmountable.

"Although those actions are a little rude..."

Hanging Fataya's heart, he smiled.

"However, you have been trying my best to protect me, so even if you have passed the work."

Fataya let out a sigh of relief, bowed her thanks, and stood up.

When the matter came to an end, the little black rat climbed up to the owner's body, and got into a small pocket hanging on the waist of Kehuos. Kehuos had put the cheese that rewarded him.

Heimus rode a horse in Gallan, followed by Kehos horseback riding.

The mighty guards escorted the two princes in the middle and escorted them in the direction of the inner city. Fataya followed him on the horse he had found, and looked at the Guards, with a look of envy in his eyes.

If she could be in this male army...

The guards stopped when they reached the gate of the inner city, and the guards under training were not allowed to enter the inner city of the king city. Therefore, after escorting the prince to the gate, they must immediately return to the training ground.

Next, the City Guard will take over the prince's **** mission and interrogate the criminals who intend to hijack the prince.

The city guard is divided into east and west parts. Fataya belongs to the east. Naturally, she first reports to her boss and then takes the east city guard to take over.

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

His current status is the guardian knight of the prince, not a guard, and he can participate in special training because of the privilege of King Camos. Therefore, he planned to **** the prince back to the palace before returning to the special training camp.

Hundreds of City Guard soldiers escorted the group of criminals to the direction of the trial division, but the eyes of many soldiers spontaneously peeked toward the center of the team.

At the center of the team is the prince of Aaron Landis, many of them are seeing the two princes for the first time.

At this moment, Garland was held by Heimus on his horseback, leaning against Heimus' arms, his long eyelashes hanging down, showing a somewhat sleepy look.

I ran around all afternoon today, and experienced so many things again, his little child's body was really tired. The ride on the horse flickered, the nest was warm and warm, so that he couldn't help but get up, leaning on Huimus's arms and dozing off.

The child's drowsy eyes were so fast that he couldn't open his eyes, so the little figure who was obediently nestled in his arms was really cute and well-behaved, so that Heimus looked soft, and he dragged the reins in one hand and guarded him by the other. Avoid Gallan falling.

His eyes turned, and then he suddenly stopped at one spot, frowning, and he reached out to grab Gallan's wrist and lifted it up.

"You are hurt?"

auzw.com He stared at a cut on the inside of Gallan’s arm and asked in a bad voice: "Who did it?"

Garlan, who was originally sleepy, was caught and questioned, and suddenly sober.

He looked up and saw the wound asked by Heimus, who accidentally cut it on his arm when he cut the bag containing the token with a knife, but the wound was not deep, just a shallow one, It was already crusted, leaving a pale pink line on his arm.

"I accidentally wiped it..."

Garland's eyes widened before he could answer.

He stared in amazement as Heimos raised his arm like this, bowed his head, and his thin lips fell on his wound.

The moist and warm licking thing that licked his wound, even if he didn't even know what it was, moved on the wound he had just scabbed, accompanied by a little tingling, and itchy touch.

Watching Hyimus suddenly lower his head and licking the wound on his arm, before the silly Gallan had not reacted, he heard the former method Taya shouted.

"Master Xichengwei, what do you want to do!"

Fataya's shouts caused Gallan to turn his head subconsciously, and he saw a group of soldiers in uniforms of the City Guard stopping in front of the city avenue, blocking their way.

The leading middle-aged man glanced at Fataya and said, "You have worked hard."

He said while raising a roll of golden parchment in his hand, shaking his hand and unfolding it in front of everyone.

"According to the command of the Chief Secretary, the western part of the City Guard was ordered to accept prisoners who intended to harm the Prince."

Xicheng Guardian held the order and said, "Please hand over the prisoner to me."

In the wooden cage on the carriage, Gore, who was sitting in a cage in a state of loss, raised his head violently at this moment, and the original godless eyes once again glorified.

He looked expectantly at the opposite West Guardian, looking like he couldn't wait to be taken over by him.

The commander of the western part of the City Guard is the chief.

Fataya bit her lower lip tightly, and she turned back to look at the boss who led the team. Her boss was staring at the moment.

The Judgment Division is under the jurisdiction of the Chief Director. The Chief Director issued an order to transfer the prisoner. This is his authority. No one here can refute the Chief Director’s order at this moment.

However, Fataya knew that once these prisoners were handed over to the west of the City Guard, it would be equivalent to entering the tiger’s mouth.

"Master Xicheng Wei! How dare you be so pretentious in front of the prince?"

She said angrily, "This is a lunatic who intends to harm the prince. Naturally, the prince will interrogate himself! You mean to stop the prince's path, but also intend to **** the prisoner who hurt the prince. What do you mean?"

"His Royal Highness is naturally honorable and cannot be profaned."

The West City Guardian replied, his tone was steady, neither humble nor hyperactive, and dripping.

"I didn't mean to offend the prince, I was just implementing the instructions of the chief secretary." He said: "Although the prince is honorable, according to the law, he has no right to interfere in the duties of the trial division."

He turned to Gallan and bowed his head slightly, saluting the two princes.

"I was dedicated to performing official duties and offended the two princes. When the official duties were completed, I would go to the two princes to sin."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, held up the command issued by the chief secretary, and looked across the face with awe-inspiring face, without fear of authority.

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

He said that the momentum was pressing.

"Here, no one can dismiss the order issued by the Director General!"

Fataya gritted her teeth and was unwilling to reach the extreme.

But she couldn't think of it. She could only watch the soldiers on the opposite side coming and wanted to accept the prisoners.

"is it?"

A voice suddenly sounded around the corner.

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

"Western Guardian, do you think we can?"

Originally, the imposing Xicheng guardian shook his hand instantly, and the golden parchment in his hand fell to the ground.

But he no longer cared about the command he had valued so much, and quickly turned over and dismounted, kneeling on the ground.

A gust of wind blew through, and a fiery red cloak flew up in the air against the sunset light, like a burning flame in the sky.

The slightly curly brown hair swayed slightly in the wind, and the sturdy King Camos came on horseback, with his sword and eyebrows, like a lion walking majesticly and proudly in his own territory.

The pair of charismatic eyes swept away like a charcoal fire, and the people dismounted, kneeling down in admiration or terror, and Huimos took Galland off.

King Camos came to the kneeling Xicheng guardian.

He said, "Look, can I dismiss the order issued by the Director General?"

The Xicheng Guardian didn't answer. He knelt down on the ground, lowered his head deeply, his forehead was almost on the ground, and the big beads of sweat kept flowing down.

He opened his mouth and tried to say nothing, but couldn't say anything. The king's gaze from the top down looked like a sword, stab him cold.

King Camos snorted low, and no longer ignored this man.

He turned his horse's head, turned around and walked to Gallan's side. When his gaze fell on Gallan's body, the majestic look of that face suddenly vanished.

As he leaned over, he picked Gallan in his hands and put it on the horse in front of him.

"Gallan, is it enough?"

Before leaving the palace to find Gallan, he seriously said that he must rebukes Gallan for a good meal. King Camos smiled and touched his little brother's head with a smile, "Good, come home with Brother Wang Now."

He was talking, and suddenly saw the shallow scar on Gallan's arm.

Suddenly, the Lion King was unhappy.

"What's going on? Who hurt you?"

King Camos said as he grabbed Garran's hand.

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

He bowed his head almost habitually, sucking on his younger brother's wound.

"Brother Wang."

Gallan watched him **** his wounds and suddenly called him.

Camos raised his head, holding Garlan's arm in his hand, and smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Pain?"

"No."

Garland shook his head.

"I mean."