A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 153. Chapter 153

The splashing waterfall casts a layer of water mist like a gauze.

The clear water on the rock shallowly covered the instep.

White deer and juvenile standing in the water.

Bai Lu lowered his head gently, and the boy raised his hand to hold his head.

It once again rubbed the boy’s cheek affectionately and tenderly, then turned around and leaped lightly onto the high rock with the waterfall flowing through it.

The white deer standing above the waterfall looked back. Its eyes were like black pearls immersed in the water, clearly reflecting the figure of the young man.

After taking a final look at Garlan, it ran quickly to the jungle not far away.

Its running posture is so light and graceful.

Then, the white figure disappeared in the depths of the emerald jungle, before everyone’s eyes.

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

That beautiful indescribable elven figure seemed to make everything stand still.

Until the white deer disappeared in the depths of the jungle, all the people came back to their senses as if they were waking up from a big dream.

“That’s… a deer?”

“Yes, that’s right, a white deer!”

“What a beautiful deer…”

“I don’t seem to have seen it before?”

“Yes, although there are a lot of deer in this mountain, this is the first time I have seen a white deer.”

“I have never seen such a beautiful deer—”

“Yes, yes, I don’t know why I didn’t dare to take a breath when I saw it.”

There was a lot of discussion, and they kept talking with a feeling that they couldn’t tell why but they were very excited.

“Speaking of… the white holy beast… I always feel like I’ve heard it somewhere.”

“Ah, me too, it seems that my grandfather coaxed me into a poem like this when he was a kid.”

Only some old people still remember the ancient ballads of Twyllul Mountain, and young people know very little, but almost all of the people who went up the mountain to dig ditches were young and strong young men, so naturally they couldn’t remember it for a while.

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

For a time, the old ballads that had been almost forgotten were once again chanted in Twyllul City.

They didn’t know until a long time later that the boy whom the white deer gave to the laurel branch was their prince.

Later, a bard wrote a poem based on this incident, and the moving poem was sung. It described the young prince of Aaron Landis, under the guidance of the white sacred beastland, and rescued him from the flood. The story of Willur City.

This poem, together with the ancient ballad from the legend of the Twyllul Mountain, has been passed down from generation to generation in Twyllul City.

Thousands of years later, later generations of archaeologists discovered these two ballads whose handwriting had been blurred on the broken stone tablets excavated from this ancient city…

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Under the urging of the soldiers, the people who were still talking excitedly about the beautiful white deer began to descend one after another. They couldn’t wait to return to their safe home and reunite with their relatives.

Soon, there were only a few people left beside the waterfall on the top of the mountain where the crowd was crowded not long ago.

On one side were Garlan and Shuros, on the other side were City Lord Kanile and his staff, as well as dozens of confidant guards.

For the safety of Prince Garlan, the city lord does not intend to reveal Garlan’s identity.

He walked to Garlan’s side, his gaze first fell in Garlan’s hands.

The laurel branch in the hands of the young prince was green and dripping, and it looked like a carved jadeite.

The Old City Lord frowned deeply looking at the laurel branch.

In Aaron Landis, the laurel has a special meaning.

According to legend, the sun god Shamash was born under the laurel tree. Therefore, Shamash usually only wears a crown made of laurel leaves.

Only the king of Aaron Landis could wear a crown or ornament carved into a laurel leaf.

Others can only wear crowns or ornaments in the shape of olive leaves similar to bay leaves.

However, why did the incredible white deer that suddenly appeared from the mountain give this laurel branch to…Prince Gallan?

What is this foreshadowing?

Or is it true that the legend in the poem about the god of the earth, Magher, exists?

That white holy beast…

“Master Canine.”

The whispered reminders from the aides around him brought the meditating City Lord Kaniele back to his senses.

He looked down, and the boy in front of him also raised his head to look at him.

When looking closely at those golden pupils, even the edge of the iris is a pure golden aperture.

As he stared into Garlan’s eyes, suddenly Shuros, who was standing next to him, stepped forward and raised his left arm to block Garlan’s body.

“I am the mastermind.”

Shuros said in a deep voice.

“The plan to kidnap the nobleman was proposed by me. He is still young and a child. He was only coaxed by me to do it according to my requirements.”

“Schloss…”

“Gal, don’t talk!”

Suddenly interrupting Garlan who wanted to say something, Shuros turned his head and continued to stare at the city lord, and said quickly, “If the child is ignorant, if you ask a crime, just ask me.”

Shuluos suddenly stood up and took the responsibility on himself, making everyone present startled.

Then, the aides standing on the side couldn’t help lowering his head, pursing his lips and smiling.

And the City Lord Kanile just glanced at this rude fellow indifferently, and then ignored Shuros.

He looked at Gallan again, raised his right hand and pressed it on his chest, leaned slightly, bowed his head to salute Gallan.

He said: “We met for the first time, His Royal Highness Prince Garland, I am the lord of Twirul City, Cannelle.”

Although he had seen Prince Garlan from a distance when he went to the royal city to report on his duties, it was the first time that he met face to face.

The bard who stood in front of Garlan stubbornly stayed for a while.

“……what?”

Shuros looked dazed.

Prince?

…What prince?

What is the prince?

Is this Lord of the City too old to be able to use his brain? What did the prince call to them?

The prince is Garlan, not Garr.

………… It must be too old, suddenly stimulated, brain problems.

That’s right, yes, it must be so.

Just as Shuros convinced himself like this from the bottom of his heart, he stretched out a hand and patted his arm in front of him.

“Don’t stop.”

Gallan said.

“it’s me.”

He slapped Shuros’ arm and pressed it down so that it would not continue to stop in front of him.

He said, “He is calling me.”

He looked at the stupid bard, and repeated: “I am Prince Gallan.”

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

[I am. 】

The mind of the bard blew at this moment, completely exploded.

Gal.

Prince Garland.

Do not! He must be dreaming!

And it’s still a nightmare!

Think about what he did these days–

When he thought the prince was a girl, he started to molest the prince.

Later, after knowing his gender, he constantly used the young master to mock him.

From time to time, he used his hands on the prince.

He doesn’t know how many times he has rubbed the noble head of the prince with his right hand… Goddess Aphrodome… Your most handsome believer will be chopped off!

However, the worst is…

[Tsk, if you are a prince, then I will be King Camos. 】

Damn it! Why is my mouth so cheap and why–

The bard who snarled so badly in his heart, wishing to slap himself and swell his mouth decisively, turned around.

Isn’t it just waiting to be beheaded if you don’t run away now?

However, Shuros, who was eagerly trying to escape, had just taken a step.

The young man behind him seemed to see through his mind and reached out from behind to clasp his shoulders.

“where are you going?”

Garlan asked with a smile.

“I… that… urgent, find a place to solve it…”

“Oh.”

Gallan let go.

Shuros breathed a sigh of relief, and was ready to run away.

However, just after another step, the boy’s voice that seemed to be talking to himself came into his ears from behind.

“I’m still going to wait to go back and return the bow to you…”

The second step that was about to be taken froze in mid-air, and Shuros couldn’t move anymore.

That bow has a very important meaning to him, and he also told Garlan that it was something the instructor who raised him and taught him archery gave him before he died.

That is something he never wants to lose.

Shuros took a deep breath and turned around.

He looked at death like home.

“Come on, goug your eyes first, or cut your tongue first? Or chop your hands first?”

Garland: “…”

He lifted his foot and kicked Shuros in a light or heavy kick.

“Okay, don’t pretend.”

He said angrily, “You know I won’t do anything to you.”

“Really? Wouldn’t the crime I offended be cured?”

The bard’s eyes lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“The one who doesn’t know is not guilty. You don’t know who I am, so those are not offensive.”

Garlan said funny.

“So, don’t act, it’s fake if you act too much.”

“Is there? I think it’s pretty good.”

“I don’t think you are the kind of guy who binds hands and feet after hearing my identity, and if you were really scared, you should have knelt down and begged for mercy.”

“Uh……”

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

“excuse me.”

The Lord Caninere stared at Garlan and frowned and said, “His Royal Highness, what are you doing here without staying in the palace? Also, why don’t you even have a personal guard? Does the king allow you to leave the palace? You are not immune to this. Too much neglect of your own safety? Besides, there will be very important ceremonies to be held soon. If you leave without permission, are you too willful?”

Although the city lord is more than fifty years old, he is physically strong and full of breath. He speaks in one go without stopping.

Moreover, those words, sentence after sentence, came with a great sense of oppression, step by step.

Coupled with the serious aura of the elders that the Old City Lord brought, Garlan was a little bit unbearable.

“Wait, wait a minute, I know I’m doing something wrong… But the matter is very complicated, and I can’t finish it for a while. Should we go back to the city to talk about it?”

“Understood, Your Highness.”

City Lord Cannelle replied that the persecution did not continue.

“It’s an honor for you to come to my city, and I will report to King Camos immediately that you are here.”

He paused and looked at Garlan.

“Your Highness, do you have no opinion?”

“…”

Galland paused, then shook his head slightly.

He said, “No.”

The old town owner with a serious face nodded in satisfaction.

Then, a bunch of people waited to get down the mountain.

City Lord Cannelle left a few guards and asked them to temporarily garrison next to the waterfall. He decided to let the soldiers take turns up the mountain this month and guard the place for a period of time to prevent accidents from happening again.

As they walked down the mountain, Garlan and Shuluos continued to talk.

“You lied to me for so long. Waiting to see my jokes, I said your conscience won’t hurt, Your Royal Highness?”

“I told you that I am a prince.”

“Who would believe your statement–”

“I usually believe it? After all, no one dares to say that he is a prince casually… Ah, there is one who dares to say that he is Camo…”

“Stop! I’m wrong, I admit it, everything is my fault, please don’t tell me!”

The two were talking, and suddenly, Garlan paused and stopped abruptly.

Shuros did not react, and continued to take a step before stopping.

He saw Garlan’s face beside him, and Garlan, who was still standing still, had an unbelievable look at this moment. Those golden eyes were wide open, he looked forward in surprise, and even opened his mouth as if thinking. I want to make a sound, but I don’t know why I can’t resist it.

Shuros subconsciously followed Garlan’s gaze and looked at it.

At this look, he was also taken aback.

A young man was standing under a big tree not far away.

It was a stranger, he had never seen it before.

It was an extremely eye-catching young man with black hair.

No one can ignore his existence.

Under the black hair that looked like night, there was an extremely beautiful face that was unforgettable at a glance. Even a narcissistic bard would be embarrassed to say that he could compare it.

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

The golden-red eyes are full of sharpness, with an invisible sharp edge, just a glance over can crush everyone under them.

“He…”

City Lord Kanile made a sound and swallowed it back.

He didn’t say the identity of Huimos, but his face was so stubborn that he was very unhappy now.

What’s the matter with these one or two staying in the palace and running around?

Not long ago, I felt that this majesty was more stable and reliable, and more suitable to become a crown prince than Prince Garland.

Now, the old city owner decided to take back this sentence.

Huimos stepped towards Garlan.

His eyes have been on Garlan, as if completely ignoring the existence of other people.

For some reason, Gallan, who had recovered from the shock, watched Heimos walking towards him, feeling a little nervous and a little frustrated.

He swallowed gently.

He could imagine that when he left without saying goodbye, Huimos must be very popular.

At this moment, watching Heimos walking towards him and staring at him unblinkingly, Gallan had the urge to take the road and flee.

However, let’s not say that the only way down the mountain was blocked by Huimos. Even if there were other ways, if he really escaped in front of Huimos… I always felt that… he would end up miserably. .

Therefore, he can only stand still obediently.

When he walked to Garlan, Hiemos lowered his head, and his gaze swept across the boy’s face little by little.

It was as if a pedestrian who had been thirsty for a long time in the desert saw the nectar, and never missed a single trace.

The gaze was too deep to see the end.

He looked at Garlan deeply, as if he couldn’t see anything else in his eyes.

Huimos stretched out the left hand he had been holding, and spread it out in front of Garlan’s eyes.

A green malachite earring lay quietly in the palm of the brown palm.

Shuluos, who was next to him, was taken aback when he saw it.

“These are the earrings that were snatched back then, why are you here?”

Gallan also didn’t understand, but he didn’t ask too much, just reached out for it. However, before touching the earrings, the big brown hand reaching out to his eyes escaped.

His fingertips fell empty.

He raised his head and looked at Huimos suspiciously.

Huimos glanced at Garlan, raised his right hand and lifted the blond hair on Garlan’s cheek, gently pushing it behind his ears.

Then, he personally put the malachite earrings in his hands on Garlan’s earlobes again.

A bit of emerald green dotted the white earlobes.

The platinum tassels falling from the emerald stone fell on the brown fingers.

Hiemos lowered his head, looking at the golden eyes that also stared at him.

Gallan is here, in front of him.

He can see it, touch it.

“Where else do you want to go?”

he asks.

His eyes were originally sharp, but at the moment it fell on Gallan’s face, the sharp blade turned into softness.

Even the deep voice was full of softness.

He said: “No matter where you are, I will accompany you.”