A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

It was already late at night, when everything was silent, but Garlan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He cleaned up the royal court from top to bottom and cleared out a group of silverfish.

Those aristocratic families that relied on their long history and power have also become more content and restrained.

The commercial and trade situation in the Royal City has also completely stabilized, and the Trade Department headed by Tal is operating well.

That businessman was making a lot of money every day in terms of tax revenue, and Tal, who was bent on helping him make more money, also secretly organized a caravan. With the convenience of having all the information from the Intelligence Department, it is conceivable that this The caravan will definitely only make profits in the future.

The road construction that started outside the royal city also went smoothly. Those people who had turned from slaves to civilians and didn't know how to make a living now had jobs. They were full of longing and hope for the future, and they all worked very hard.

These things finally came to an end, and during this period of time, Garlan also felt a lot more relaxed.

But sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the starry night sky outside the window, he had the illusion that he was in a dream.

He succeeded in sitting on the throne.

That way, Aaron Landis won't be doomed in the future.

And he himself will no longer be cursed by the gods for this.

In future generations, I will not die before reaching adulthood again and again.

Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly that Garlan felt unreal.

How long will he stay at Aaron Landis?

Will he stay on the throne until he dies of old age?

Moreover, if he dies of old age here, will he really die, or will his conscious soul return to his own time?

If history has been changed by him, what will happen in the future?

Will he change in future generations?

Waking up late at night again, Garlan was lying on the bed, thinking about these questions that came out of his mind inadvertently. He felt dizzy and couldn't fall asleep.

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of those messy thoughts, then sat up and looked out the window at the night.

At this time, the man may not have fallen asleep yet...

Once the thoughts come together, I can't stop them no matter what.

Garlan thought for a while, then stood up, jumped out of the window skillfully, and left his palace quietly.

After crossing a secluded road, Garlan looked at the familiar white stone wall in front of him, and then lightly jumped up.

He looked at the silent courtyard and jumped from the high wall into it.

Heimos should have noticed his arrival.

After all, at this time, he is usually still training martial arts and is not asleep. And with his unusual hearing, he might have heard it while he was still outside the wall.

Garlan, who fell into the courtyard, walked forward and looked around.

The long stream surrounded the courtyard as always, flowing happily in the silent night.

The clear water reflects the moonlight and sparkles.

He was a little puzzled.

Usually at this time, Heimos should be sweating profusely in the night and challenging his physical limits. Why is there no one there today?

Could it be that he went to bed early for a rare occasion?

Almost reaching the middle of the courtyard without seeing that familiar figure, Garlan stopped.

...Then I came at the wrong time.

He was a little depressed.

It was rare that he came here on a whim, but Heimos went to bed early tonight.

never mind.

Since the other party has rested, he'd better go back quickly.

With this thought, Garlan turned around and planned to leave.

Walking beside the cheerfully flowing stream, his steps stepped lightly on the stone slabs that were slightly wet by the stream water, and the green grass swayed gently beside his feet.

The moonlight fell, and through the branches and leaves of the cypress tree, a beam happened to be reflected on the young man's slender ankle, making the skin on that spot whiter and whiter in the dark night.

The moment that foot landed, water splashed suddenly.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the originally calm stream and grabbed Garlan's ankle.

With one force, his whole body was dragged into the water.

Unexpectedly, his ankle was suddenly pulled away by a huge force. Garlan's body suddenly lost balance and fell down.

But he reacted very quickly.

With his hands on the ground, his body turned over with the support.

He turned around and kicked the person in the water hard with his other foot.

The man stepped back, and the hand holding his ankle naturally let go.

Garlan regained his freedom.

However, as soon as he landed, the person in the stream reached out again and grabbed the wrist of his left hand that was just on the ground.

Give it a hard tug.

The speed was too fast and the force was too strong. He couldn't resist at all. His whole body was pulled forward by the person in the water and fell into the stream.

There was a pop and water splashed everywhere.

The cool water rushed over quickly, wrapping his body gently.

Garlan fell into the water, and a pair of arms hugged him. The familiar feeling made him react immediately.

So the panic at the moment of falling into the water immediately dissipated.

Sure enough, before he could do anything, the hands had already grabbed his waist and lifted him up.

With a splash, half of his body emerged from the water.

His whole body was already soaked, and water drops continued to fall from his cheeks.

Gallan finally opened his eyes, and sure enough, those slightly raised golden-red eyes came into his eyes.

Huymos was immersed in the stream from the waist down, and he was leaning on the rocks beside the stream.

The wet jet-black hair stuck to his cheek, and the water droplets dripping from the ends of the hair slid down his handsome face, staining the light-colored thin lips.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and the tiny water droplets seemed to roll down from his slender eyelashes.

He was only wearing a sleeveless thin coat, which was soaked in water and clung tightly to his body, revealing all the traces of clearly textured muscles on his chest.

Although the tall body was half submerged in the water, it could be seen that it had broad shoulders and narrow waist, and was as perfect as a stone sculpture, with almost no flaws.

Heimos leaned on the rock, with a smile on his eyes and a hint of laziness in his whole person. The brown skin reflected the shallow moonlight, glowing like honey, and was as wild and sexy as a black panther lying on the ground in the wilderness.

The extremely beautiful scene that came before his eyes actually made Garlan's heart beat a little and speed up a little.

He calmed down and recalled what had just happened, and the heartbeat he felt just now disappeared instantly.

He looked at Heimos angrily.

"on purpose?"

This guy must have heard him coming, so he deliberately hid in the stream and suddenly appeared to scare him when he passed by the stream.

Heimos shrugged.

"I had just finished my workout and got into the water to cool down, when I heard you coming over."

He looked at Garlan steadily and raised his lips.

"It's so hot, why don't you come down and cool down?"

The golden eyes narrowed slightly, and Garlan, who looked unhappy, suddenly leaned forward and raised his hand.

Heimos' hands were still wrapped around his waist that was submerged in the water, and he had no time to lift them up.

So Garlan's raised right arm easily pressed on Heimos' throat.

"Next time you attack like this, I won't be polite."

He pressed his arm against the vital part of the opponent's throat. Garlan was very dissatisfied because he was shocked by the sneak attack and threatened the opponent in this way.

"How old are you? Still playing pranks like this?"

Heimos didn't react for a moment - maybe because he was unprepared for the person in front of him, so he was so close to Garlan so easily.

He didn't resist, but when he raised his eyes and glanced at Garlan, his breath suddenly became stagnant.

The boy pressed him against the rock with his elbow. This position brought the two of them very close.

The shiny, wet blond hair hung down from the young man's cheeks, fell on his body, and wrapped around his arms.

Because his whole body was immersed in the water just now, Garlan's whole body was already soaked.

A thin layer of silk clothing was soaked in water and clung tightly to the young man's body, clearly showing the slightly green but extremely graceful and flexible figure under the moonlight, almost at a glance.

The soaked silk clothes were almost translucent, reflecting the moonlight, revealing the faint color of flesh.

Just one glance made Heimos feel his mouth went dry.

He quickly moved his gaze upward and landed on Garlan's face.

Under the moonlight, the flowing golden blond hair glowed with a fine sheen, and the slightest glimmer of light made the young man even more astonishingly beautiful.

Water drops dripped from the wet golden forehead, rolled over the corners of the eyes, and slid down the cheeks.

He couldn't tell why, but as if he was possessed, Heimos' eyes followed the drop of water closely, and he would see it wherever it slipped.

He watched it slowly roll down the boy's slender chin.

Snap.

An inaudible sound.

It dripped onto the water, causing a few shallow ripples.

My throat swallowed, unconsciously and uncontrollably.

Heimos suddenly felt that he was terribly thirsty, and his throat was so dry that it felt like there was a fire burning.

His golden-red eyes stared straight at the drops of water dripping from Garlan's chin, and he felt that no matter how much he swallowed, he could not relieve his thirst.

When Gallan felt that the throat pressed by his arms was constantly squirming, he thought that he was exerting too much force and was making Heimos uncomfortable, so he quickly raised his arms.

As he raised his hand, Heimos, who had been pressed against the rock by him, suddenly leaned forward and leaned over.

Before he could react, Heimos's face was already close to his cheek.

The thin lips opened, and the tip of the tongue stretched out gently licked away the water drops that rolled down his chin.

Gallan was stunned for a moment when his face was suddenly licked.

The next second, the hands that were just gently supporting his waist suddenly exerted force and pushed him forward.

Those arms hugged him tightly.

The cluster of flames that suddenly burned from the deepest part of the body spread all over the body in an instant, making people lose control in an instant.

With a strong effort of his hand, Heimos embedded the flexible and beautiful body of the young man in front of him into his arms.

He sucked the water drops rolling down from Garlan's cheeks and licked the water marks on his white neck.

Greedy, eager.

Only in this way can the burning thirst and pain in his throat be relieved.

But, it's not enough.

Nothing is enough.

At first, it was just sucking and licking the soft skin that seemed to exude a seductive aura, and then, unconsciously, it turned into biting.

I want to bite it hard and swallow it to relieve the hunger and thirst in my body.

I was reluctant to give up, for fear of biting the person in my arms, so I could only hold back my thirst and bite gently one after another.

The hunger and thirst were alleviated, but more cravings were overwhelming.

The person in his arms whispered his name, one after another.

The blood in the body seemed to be boiling because of this, almost making people crazy.

Although he was immersed in the cold water, he felt as if his whole body was about to burn.

That indescribable sweet taste that makes you dizzy and makes you almost forget your own existence explodes in the deepest part of your body.

The sweet, almost painful taste almost makes people -

Suddenly, Heimos stopped.

His whole body seemed to be frozen, frozen in place.

…………

Garlan was panicking.

He was still talking nicely one second, but the next second, for some reason, Heimos suddenly burst out with great aggression.

He was held tightly in the other's arms, and the overwhelming force that suppressed him made it impossible for him to struggle.

He did not dare to resist with force and cause too much movement to attract the attention of the guards who were keeping watch at night.

He could only whisper Heimos's name, hoping to let him go.

But his meowing as weak as a kitten only added fuel to the fire——

He was horrified to find that Hermos' stubborn licking and sucking lips had been along his neck and gradually landed on the sensitive collarbone.

Burning hot.

no!

Just when Garlan was so panicked that he didn't care whether it would attract other people's attention and was about to resist with all his strength, Heimos suddenly stopped.

Then, there was a splash of water.

Heimos reached out and lifted him out of the water and put him on the shore.

"It's too late, you should go back."

Garlan, who was confused by everything that happened and ended suddenly, was sitting on his knees on the bank of the stream. Before he could take a breath, he heard Heimos' words.

He looked at Heimos in confusion.

He knelt and sat on the bank, while Heimos was still standing in the stream, immersed in the stream from the waist down.

I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but Heimos' voice and behavior were a little stiff and strange. Perhaps it was because one eye was covered by wet black hair, and he felt a little embarrassed for no reason.

Heimos stood upright in the water, his hands on the shore, motionless.

The water swayed around his waist, and it was so dark under the water that he couldn't see clearly in the dark night.

The two of them were obviously facing each other, but Heimos looked away for some reason and did not look at him.

"Won't you come up?"

Garlan asked doubtfully.

Heimos glanced at him, quickly looked away, and shook his head.

"It's too hot. I'll soak it for a while longer. You go first."

The man urged again.

"Your clothes are soaked. Go back and change."

Gallan, who was urged to leave by Heimos for the first time, left confused.

Seeing the young man's back disappear from sight, Heimos finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his body that had been standing stiffly softened suddenly.

He turned around and leaned against the rock, his breathing coming uncontrollably.

Damn...

He pursed his lips tightly.

Fortunately, it was dark at the moment and Garlan couldn't see out of the corners of his eyes.

The slightly red corners of his eyes were burning with suppressed desire.

It was quiet in the courtyard.

Later, clouds drifted over in the night sky, blocking the bright full moon and plunging the earth into darkness.

From behind the rocks beside the stream came the sound of a man's rapid and heavy breathing, as if he was trying to hold back his breath.

After a while, the breathing gradually subsided.

Finally, disappear into nothingness.

In the dead of night, Heimos, who was dripping wet, finally got up from the stream and left.

The stream continued to flow merrily in the dark night, washing everything away.

The water is so clear that no trace of anything strange can be seen.

The author has something to say: Hehehehe~~

The big bad wolf needs some nutrition~~