A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 142. Chapter 142

One night passed, and when the sky was just getting light, a reddish-brown horse galloped out of the city gate. The knight on the horse was dressed in black and a dark cloak was flying behind him.

The morning sun shone obliquely, reflected on the handsome side face of the black knight, and reflected a shimmer on the rough lapis lazuli earrings in his ears.

The running horse hooves stepped on the billowing dust, and a gray mist was raised behind the person. Soon, the figure of the black knight disappeared into the distance.

Above the city wall, a man with green hair stood there.

The morning sun fell on his face full of helplessness. He looked from a distance at the back of the black knight galloping away from the royal city, his eyes seemed extremely complicated at this moment.

Soga, the priest of Nanna, the god of night, thought he had insight into people’s hearts and saw through humanity, but one after another he sank the sand and shook his halberd on the blond little prince.

He couldn’t understand Prince Garland’s thoughts at all, and he didn’t even understand why the prince would give up the throne so easily.

If you really want to retreat to advance, and want to refuse to welcome, then it should have reappeared in the palace long ago.

Even now, there is no news, indicating that Prince Garland has really left.

What a stupid behavior.

Soga wanted to say so.

However, within a few days, the master he believed to behave stupidly.

Obviously, the departure of Prince Gallan was a great opportunity for Prince Huimos to take the throne, but his Royal Highness, like Prince Gallan, categorically gave up such a rare opportunity.

Even, His Royal Highness swore to King Camos that he would never step into the royal city unless he brought Prince Garland back.

Suo Jia really didn’t know what his Highness was thinking.

……Or maybe, I didn’t think about anything.

In the past few days, he could feel that the sanity in His Highness Heimos’s heart was being exhausted a little bit.

Because of the departure of Prince Garland.

Even if the so-called feeling is nothing more than a thing that will eventually disappear with the passage of time, but as long as it is still in that period of time, it is the thing that can most disturb people’s hearts and even make people crazy.

The green-haired priest was standing on the city wall, looking at the disappearing figure in the distance with a complex expression, and he suddenly felt a little confused in his heart.

At this moment, an indescribable omen hovered in his heart.

Prince Huimos.

Prince Garland.

It seemed like a pair of destiny twins.

Their fate is entangled, exhausted, and cut continuously.

No one knows how the entanglement between them will end.

And Aaron Landis will go to glory or decline in this ending…

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Under the leadership of the bard Shuros, Garlan, who had gone in the wrong direction, re-tracked on the correct path to the Twyllul Mountains.

The reason why he accepted this noisy person as a companion may also be because he has become accustomed to being accompanied by many people from childhood to adulthood. The first time he was alone, he would still be somewhat lonely.

Speaking of which, Shuros’s feeling of chattering is really similar to Tal.

I don’t know if the matter of my leaving will make the crying fat man cry again, feeling that he has left him alone.

“Miss Gal, today is also a sunny day.”

The bard who leaned on horseback said with a smile, and stretched out his hand to present a bunch of white flowers in front of Garlan. The white flower was just picked off by him, and it was stained with a little dew. It was fresh and beautiful.

“No matter how beautiful flowers are, they will be eclipsed in front of your beauty. If the flowers have feelings, they will inevitably be ashamed and withered in front of you…”

Shuros’s words of praising Garlan to his heart were unceremoniously interrupted by Garlan.

“If this flower has feelings, you would have killed it when you took it off.”

Gallan curled her eyes slightly and smiled.

“Why, you want to dedicate its body to me?”

Shuros’s face stiffened, and the dew-stained flowers in his hand seemed to have become hot taro, and he was hurriedly tossed to the ground.

It shouldn’t.

impossible.

If it was another woman, she would have long been fascinated by the sweet words he uttered. Why did Miss Gal not only not be confused by these words, but also dislike him more and more?

Has his ability to speak sweet words regressed?

Do not.

Only this is absolutely impossible!

Sweet talk is the key to the bard, and it is the true symbol of the bard-as the saying goes, a bard who can’t even speak sweet words must be a fake bard.

He is absolutely genuine, and he is a bard above the level of skill!

Shuluos comforted himself so in the bottom of his heart.

As a result, he worked harder.

Wandering around Garlan, the bard is like a bee spinning around flowers. He used all kinds of beautiful and gorgeous language to praise Garlan’s beauty at every turn, and his whole person was like a peacock with a screen showing his handsome and handsome side in front of Garlan.

Gallan began to wonder if Shuros’s mouth could squirt flowers when he was talking.

To be honest, if he was just an inexperienced girl, I am afraid he would really fall into the sweet words and clear and beautiful voice of this bard.

But it’s a pity that he is not a girl, so the sweet words of Shuros who searched the gut couldn’t move him at all.

But at any rate, he has made some progress. At least, he has been able to hear the goose bumps from the beginning, and he has no fluctuations in his heart, and he even wants to laugh a little.

One day passed in Shuros’s noise. Gallan, who was accustomed to Tal’s noise, was still very calm, not to mention that the bard’s voice was much better than Tal’s.

From time to time there was a singing accent, and Gallan thought he was listening to the opera.

When night fell, they had found a place to spend the night.

It was a cliff cave sheltered from the wind. It was in a remote location. Not far away was a small rushing river, and the doorway was covered by bushes. If it weren’t for Schloss’s sharp eyes, you wouldn’t really be able to find this good place.

At this moment, a bonfire was burning on the flat ground, and the bright red flames reflected the faces of the two sitting by the bonfire.

Shuros heated up the jerky and graciously delivered it to Garlan.

Gallan glanced at him, didn’t say anything, took it and began to eat.

Although the taste of this kind of jerky is really unpalatable, it is much worse than what he eats in the palace, but it is his own choice to leave the palace. From then on, the life of fine clothes and jade will leave him. He must have such a consciousness.

From then on, wind, meals and sleep were his life, and he had to get used to it.

“Ah, it’s so heartbreaking.”

Seeing Garlan quietly biting the hard jerky in his hand, Shuros once again sighed with emotion.

“Your soft fingers, as beautiful as white jade, should have held a crystal clear glass cup.”

“Your lips are as pink as flowers. You should have tasted the most delicious food in the world.”

With a pair of peach blossom eyes with affection, he pressed one hand on his chest, and looked at Garlan with the eyes that seemed to be a thousand words.

Garlan glanced at Shuros, who was smiling and looking at himself, and swallowed the dried meat in a few mouthfuls.

He said: “I said you, do you like me?”

“Of course, my heart fell hopelessly into the abyss when I saw your first glance.”

“Have you said the same thing to other girls?”

“How is it possible, I am all devoted to you, Miss Garr.”

“Then can you swear?”

“Of course, I swear…”

Garland interrupted Shuros’s vow before he finished.

Gallan tilted his head to look at him and smiled at him.

“You swear, swear to your goddess Afdomir, if you lie to me, you will marry the ugliest woman in the world for a lifetime.”

The bard’s smiling handsome face, who had originally planned to swear to fool him, froze again.

Ok… so cruel!

This poisonous oath is simply too terrifying, even more terrible than killing him!

“Uh…this, Miss Garr, although I was confused by those vulgar fans when I was young and ignorant, but since I met you, I knew that this heart was taken away. How does it feel.”

Shuros quickly remedied.

“I am in love with you, no, you can even say, I am infatuated with you deeply, hopelessly.”

“real?”

“real.”

Shuluos put one hand on his chest, the position of the heart.

He looked at Garlan, his bright eyes were shining with stars, as if the stars in the sky were reflected in his eyes.

The bard’s passionate eyes seemed to be filled with the clear and gentle water of the ancient Enji River, and the thousands of words of love seemed to be contained in his gaze at Gallan.

He seemed extremely serious at this moment, and the clear voice at this moment was slightly low and deep, containing heart-shaking affection.

“Goddess Afdomir can see, my heart that only beats for you from the moment I see you.”

“…”

Gallan glanced at each other with the intoxicating eyes.

He shook his head, then stood up.

“you are lying.”

“Huh? But, but…”

“Like a person’s eyes, not like you.”

“I didn’t lie, I…”

“I’ve seen it.” Garland said, standing, looking down at Shuros who is still sitting next to him, “I’ve been really obsessed with the eyes of a person, I have seen it with my own eyes.”

The eyes of the bard looking at him were completely different from the eyes of Huimos looking at him.

The so-called liking of Shuros may not be considered a lie, but it is no different from liking a beautiful flower.

There is no infatuation or affection at all, at most it is a love of beautiful things-that is probably the instinct of all Afdomir’s believers…

It is precisely because of this that Garland let Shuros follow him indifferently.

Otherwise, if Shuros is serious, he can’t give him a chance to get close to himself.

Shuluos originally wanted to refute unconvincingly, but he was looked down on by Garlan who was standing. He opened his mouth when he heard Garlan’s words, but he didn’t make a sound.

He hesitated for a while before he asked softly.

“What’s it like to really fall in love with someone’s eyes?”

“…I don’t know either.” Gallan said, “but it will feel.”

He turned and walked out, talking as he walked.

“Shoulos, don’t underestimate women, maybe you think they are cheating, but they can tell whether you are telling the truth or a lie. They believe you only because they are willing to indulge in your sweet lie That’s it.”

Shuros was a little startled, he subconsciously stood up and walked behind Garlan.

“Where are you going?”

Gallan stopped and looked back at Shuros.

The golden eyes bend slightly, and he said: “I will take a bath by the stream, and you will follow if you are not afraid of death.”

Shuros: “…”

He sat back obediently by the campfire and continued to roast his jerky.

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Gallan was quite relieved of the seemingly passionate bard. Although he looked like a butterfly with flowers and flowers, he was actually very gentleman and polite.

Along the way, he was talking all kinds of sweet words, all kinds of courtesy, but in fact, he did not act offensively to himself, even without touching himself with his fingers.

Presumably such a person would not take a peek at himself taking a bath.

In fact, having said that, even if that guy really came to take a peek, Gallan didn’t care.

He is not a real woman.

Pull off the cloak, unfasten the belt, and take off the robe. Garlan wore only a pair of trousers, and walked into the stream with his upper body exposed in the night.

Fortunately, the weather is still warm, and the stream at night does not make people feel cold.

The clear stream enveloped his body, and a refreshing sensation penetrated into his skin.

The young man stood in the waist-length stream, his long dark hair fell down, and the tip of his hair was immersed in the water.

The moonlight shone on him, making his complexion fairer and fairer.

He bent over, took a handful of water, and splashed it on his face. The moon shone brightly on the water, allowing his reflection to be clearly reflected in the water.

Garlan lowered her head, looking at her hands with drops of water rolling down, feeling a little surprised.

I don’t know what happened to Huimos’ hand injury, there shouldn’t be any problems.

His hands are still holding swords on the battlefield.

After all, even in previous lives with a weird and violent personality, Huimos is the only person who is recognized as the only brave person who is not inferior to King Camos.

[Don’t deny all the love I sent to you. 】

Gallan was still a little lost.

[Like a person, obsessed with a person’s eyes, not like you. 】

Just like what he said to Shuros just now.

He had seen that look.

The way Huimos looked at him, he couldn’t describe it.

But he could feel that the blazing eyes were as eagerly as flames that could burn everything, and struck him recklessly, giving him a shudder that would be burned to ashes.

Make him… feel scared.

Standing in the stream, Garlan clenched his arm subconsciously.

Escape from the palace, perhaps to escape the throne.

In order to escape the fate of fighting Huimos again.

Or maybe he was in the subconscious…want to escape from Hiemos.

Moreover, he didn’t think he was qualified to sit on that throne.

Even if there was no existence of Huimos, he would not have that qualification.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Gallan took a deep breath and splashed a handful of water on his face again. After splashing twice, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and his eyes were bright.

Looking at it again, the forehead that was dyed black had faded after being soaked in water, and turned back to gold, reflecting the moonlight, naturally glowing.

He looked down again, and the tips of the hair that had been immersed in the water turned back to golden.

He was speechless.

He had forgotten this point. He originally wanted to keep this black hair for a while, but he didn’t expect that this kind of pigment would fade in water.

never mind.

Anyway, this is the case, just wash it off.

Thinking about it this way, Garlan lowered his head and began to wash his long hair.

However, he who focused on washing his hair did not notice that not far away, in the dark jungle, a pair of green eyes were staring at him, slowly approaching.

………………

By the campfire here, Schloss, who was full, was packing up his baggage, humming leisurely while packing up.

Suddenly, his eyes condensed and he looked up.

With sharp eyes shot into the dark jungle, Shuros suddenly got up and took off the bow behind him.

Archery with a bow.

Several sharp arrows shot into the dark jungle in an instant, only to hear a few dying beasts in the dark, Shuluos sneered, just about to habitually raise his hand and raise his forehead, suddenly He remembered something, his face changed abruptly, then turned around and ran to the stream quickly.

When he arrived not far from the stream, his chest shrank.

At this moment, dark clouds floated, covering the crescent moon in the sky, and the whole earth was plunged into darkness.

But this didn’t hurt Shuros, even in the dark, he could still see everything clearly.

At this moment, he saw a wild wolf lurking in the jungle from a distance, arching and snarling its teeth, which was a sign that it was about to pounce on its prey.

And the direction it was about to pounce was the slender figure standing in the stream.

Before he could give a warning, Shuros said nothing, and rushed to the stream a few steps, raising his hand with an arrow.

The wild wolf hitting the arrow instantly fell to the ground.

Shuluos breathed a sigh of relief, without thinking, he almost habitually raised his hand and stroked his forehead, posing in the most handsome pose, and showing a charming smile to the man standing in the stream.

“It’s so dangerous, Miss Garr, if I hadn’t been your guardian, I would have arrived in time…”

Half of the words came to an abrupt end, and Shuros’ pupils suddenly dilated at this moment.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the bright moonlight re-spreads the ground, reflecting the light on the water.

The long golden hair shone with a shredded luster against the moonlight.

The shimmering water drops rolled off the wet blond hair, and the skin was soaked as water. The wet blond hair pressed against the neck and slid down on the white chest.

The blonde boy stood in the clear stream, in the night like a moonlight elf appearing in the water.

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Meme~~

Thank you everyone for the shells and mines and the nutrient solution.

Love you~~

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Ah… I especially like the feeling of standing wet in the water, with wet hair sticking to the skin, and the naked upper body with water drops…