A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 63. Chapter 63

Although the sun is about to go down, the warmth is still there. Even the blowing wind is still hot, and most people wear cool short clothes. However, when Gore stood there, he felt like he had fallen into the ice cellar. The chill from the bottom of my heart spread through the internal organs, and it was so cold that it almost made him tremble.

His most beloved golden wire whip fell on the ground, stained with dirty soil, and he could no longer care about his heartache.

The blond child stood in front of him, and the baby’s fat face showed him an extremely cute smile.

For a while, Gore only felt that his eyes were dark.

It’s over.

He is over.

This is a trap! It must be a trap!

Prince Gallan must have deliberately concealed his identity, playing by himself! Otherwise, if he blew himself up a little earlier, and it was too late to flatter himself, how could he dare to do something to the prince?

Gore, who was speculating with great malice, did not expect that before Kehos brought the guards, even if Gallan said he was a prince, he would never believe it, he would just laugh and laugh. The kid had a meal.

Just when Gore’s eyes were dark and cold all over, the little prince uttered a little again, as if remembering something again, and then showed Gore again. The others seemed to be incredibly cute. Gore looked at it. It made him smile again when he came.

“I’ll introduce to you again.”

Garlan grabbed the Heimos beside him and pulled him over.

Then, pointing to Huimos and saying, “This, is the’jerk brat’ you just scolded.”

He repeated the words that Gore had just scolded without a word.

The child’s smile was as bright as the sunset that was about to fall into the horizon at this moment.

“He is my brother, Prince Hiemos.”

As soon as Gallan’s words fell silent, Gore had fallen to the ground.

At this time, his eyes were not black, but his mind was blank.

Only two words kept circling in the mind.

It’s over.

He is completely finished–

Even if the slum matters were not exposed, he actually intended to kidnap Prince Gallan and insult Prince Heimos just now. These two things were enough to kill him ten times eight times.

He slumped on the ground, his eyes blank, and all of his subordinates were like bereaved concubines, kneeling on the ground not daring to raise their heads.

Suddenly, there was a chuckle that was extremely untimely, and the female knight next to her who had been dumbfounded couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at this moment.

She was still shocked because of Garlan’s identity, and she was a little apprehensive because of her rudeness to the prince not long ago. At this time, when she looked at Garlan’s look and feel, she was so cute that she could bear it. Can’t help but want to laugh.

If the little prince had ears and tails, the ears must be moving in excitement at the moment, and the tail must be up to the sky, making people want to grab a harder.

Yes, hess.

Fataya didn’t know that Garlan’s current appearance was more appropriate to describe with the word pretense.

Obviously, it wasn’t the female knight alone who felt that way.

Kaihus, who had already stood up, lowered his head, and the scattered blond hair blocked his eyes, but the corners of his mouth smiled faintly.

Heimos, who was dragged by Gallan, had soft eyes and reached out and touched Gallan’s head.

However, by touching his head, Gallan’s majestic aura (thinking to himself) was mostly dispelled. Galan gave Hiemos an angry look, but thinking about it, it was almost done, and he was able to pretend to be a force.

…Well, although it’s not perfect.

I always feel that something is missing.

What’s missing…

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

Hey, the token is broken.

Gallan thought regretfully.

When he showed his identity, if he could hold the token and sway it in front of this guy-his awe-inspiring and prestige could at least double.

Well, write it down, and pay attention to this point in the future.

The first time I acted as if I was not proficient enough, it was excusable. Just practice more in the future.

Or go back to Brother Camos and ask for a golden one. The golden one is more powerful and domineering and not so easy to smash.

Taking this down in his mind, Gallan was completely out of interest in Gore, who was paralyzed on the ground, and turned to look at Fataya.

He said: “Sister Fataya…”

As soon as he spoke, Fataya knelt down in panic.

“His Royal Highness, please don’t call me that.”

When she remembered that she touched a prince’s head and squeezed the prince’s face not long ago, she was terrified.

“Before… I was too rude before, please confess your crime, Prince!”

Seeing Fataya’s tense appearance, Gallan didn’t say much. After all, class is insurmountable in this world.

“Although those behaviors are a bit rude…”

Hanging Fataya’s heart, he bent his eyes and smiled.

“However, you have been trying your best to protect me, so even if it is overwhelmed.”

Fataya sighed in relief, bowed his head and thanked, then stood up.

When the matter came to an end, the little black mouse climbed onto the owner’s body in a hurry, and got into a small pocket hanging on the waist of Kaijos. Kaijos had already put the cheese to reward him.

Huimos held Garland and rode a horse together, and Kaihus rode closely beside him.

The mighty and mighty guards guarded the two princes in the middle and escorted them towards the inner city. Fataya rode the horse she found and followed him, looking at the guards, with a look of envy in his eyes.

If she could also be in this male army…

At the gate of the inner city, the guards stopped. The guards in training were not allowed to enter the inner city of the royal 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 task of guarding the prince and the interrogation of criminals who intend to kidnap the prince.

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

Kaijos did not follow the guards back to the training ground.

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

Hundreds of soldiers from the City Guard escorted the group of criminals toward the Judicial Division, but many soldiers couldn’t help but peek at the center of the team.

At the center of the team is their prince of Aaron Landis, many of whom have seen the two princes with their own eyes for the first time.

At this moment, Gallan was hugged by Heimos and rode on the horse, leaning against Heimos, her long eyelashes hanging down, showing a somewhat sleepy look.

Today, I ran around for an afternoon and experienced so many things. The body of his little child is really exhausted. The ride on the horse swayed, and the embrace in his nest was so warm that he couldn’t help being sleepy, and fell asleep in the arms of Huimos.

The little child was so sleepy that he couldn’t open his eyes, so the little appearance that was lying obediently in his arms was really cute and well-behaved. It made Huimos feel soft when he looked at it. He pulled the reins in one hand and guarded Gallan with the other. Prevent Garlan from falling.

Turning his gaze, he suddenly stopped in one place and frowned. He reached out and grabbed Garlan’s wrist and lifted it up.

“You are hurt?”

He stared at a cut on the inner side of Garlan’s arm, and asked badly, “Who did it?”

Garlan, who was originally drowsy, was caught and asked like this, and suddenly became sober.

He looked up and saw the wound that Heimos asked. It was accidentally cut on his arm when the boy cut his token bag with a knife, but the wound was not deep, it was just a shallow one. The scab had already formed, leaving a pale pink line on his arm.

“It was accidentally wiped…”

Before Gallan finished answering, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He watched in astonishment as Huimos held his arm in this way, lowered his head, and his thin lips fell on his wound.

The moist and warm thing that licked his wound, even if you don’t even think about it, moved up the wound that he had just scabbed, accompanied by a bit of tingling, and a few itchy touches.

Watching Huimos suddenly lowered his head and licked the wound on his arm, Garlan, who was stupid, didn’t react, when he heard Qiantai Taya shout.

“Sir Xichengwei, what do you want to do!”

Fataya’s shout made Garlan subconsciously turn his head and look. He saw a group of soldiers in the same city guard attire in front of the city avenue stopping them, blocking their way.

The leading middle-aged man glanced at Fataya and said, “Thanks for your hard work.”

As he said, he raised a roll of golden parchment in his hand, shook his hand, and unfolded it in front of everyone.

“According to the command of the Chief Secretary, the western part of our city guard was ordered to accept prisoners who intended to harm the prince.”

Commander Xicheng held up the order and said, “Please hand over the prisoner to me.”

In the wooden cage on the carriage, Gore, who was sitting desperately in the cage, suddenly raised his head at this moment, and his godless eyes once again had brilliance.

He looked expectantly at the West Guard Commander on the opposite side, as if he couldn’t wait to be taken over by him.

The person in charge of the western part of the city guard is the chief director.

Fataya clenched her lower lip. She turned her head and looked at the boss who led the team. Her boss also had serious eyes at the moment.

The Judicial Department is under the jurisdiction of the Chief Secretary. The Chief Secretary gives instructions to transfer prisoners. This is his authority. At this moment, no one here can refute the command of the Chief Secretary.

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

“Master Xicheng Guardian! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the prince?”

She angrily said, “This is a fanatic who intends to harm the prince, so the prince must be interrogated by himself! You blocked the prince’s way, and you intend to take away the prisoner who harmed the prince, what do you mean?”

“His Royal Highness is naturally noble, and there is no room for profanity.”

Commander Xicheng replied, with a steady tone, neither humble nor overbearing, nor dripping water.

“I didn’t mean to offend the prince. I was just following the instructions of the Chief Secretary.” He said: “Although the prince is noble, he has no right to interfere in the duties of the Judiciary in accordance with the law.”

He turned to Garlan, bowed his head slightly, and saluted the two princes.

“I am committed to performing official duties and offended the two princes. When the official duties are completed, I will plead guilty to the two princes.”

After speaking, he raised his head, held up the command issued by the chief secretary in his hand, and looked at the opposite side with an awe-inspiring expression of righteousness and no fear of the nobles.

“Now, please hand over the prisoner to me immediately.”

He said, the momentum is compelling.

“Here, no one can dismiss this order issued by the Chief Secretary!”

Fataya gritted his teeth, unwilling to the extreme.

But she couldn’t imagine, she could only watch the soldiers on the opposite side come over, wanting to receive the prisoners.

“Yes?”

A voice sounded abruptly around the corner.

A dark steed came out from the corner, and the rider continued.

“Xicheng Guardian, can you see me okay?”

The head of the Xicheng Guard, who had an imposing expression on his face, instantly shook his hand, and the golden parchment in his hand fell to the ground.

But he no longer cared about the order he had valued a moment ago, and quickly turned over and got off his horse, kneeling on the ground.

A violent wind blew by, and with a scream, the fiery red cloak flew up in the sky in the light of the setting sun, like a flame burning in the sky.

Slightly curly brown hair was swaying slightly in the wind, and the robust King Camos came on horseback, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, like a majestic and proud lion roaming in his territory.

Those eyes that were sparkling like charcoal fire swept away, and everyone dismounted, either admired or knelt on the ground in horror, Huimos also took Garland to dismount.

King Camos came to the kneeling Xicheng Guardian.

He said, “Look, can I reject this order issued by the Chief Secretary?”

Commander Xicheng did not answer. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head deeply, his forehead was almost on the ground, and big beads of sweat continued to flow down.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but couldn’t say anything. The king’s gaze, looking down at him from top to bottom, was like a sharp sword, making him chill.

King Camos snorted and ignored the man.

He turned his horse’s head, turned and walked to Garlan’s side, and when his eyes fell on Garlan, the majestic look on his face suddenly disappeared.

As soon as he leaned over, he picked Garlan up with both hands and placed it on the horseback in front of him.

“Gallan, have you played enough?”

Before leaving the palace to look for Garlan, King Camos, who said with a serious face that he must reprimand Garlan, smiled and touched his little brother’s head and said, “Goodbye, go home with brother Wang. NS.”

As he was talking, he suddenly saw the shallow scar on Garlan’s arm.

Suddenly, the Lion King was unhappy.

“What’s the matter? Who hurt you?”

King Camos said as he grabbed Garlan’s hand.

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

He almost bowed his head habitually, sucking his little brother’s wound.

“Brother Wang.”

Garlan watched him suck his wound, and suddenly called him.

Camos raised his head, holding Garlan’s arm in his hand, and asked with a smile: “What’s the matter? It hurts?”

“no.”

Gallan shook his head.

“I mean to say.”

He pointed to the wound on his arm and whispered: “Brother Wang, you and Heimos indirectly kissed.”

King Camos: “…”

Huimos: “…………”

I heard nothing!

Heard nothing!

This was a cry from the heart of the blond knight who had accidentally heard the little prince’s words when he was so close.