A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

278. Chapter 278

It was early in the morning and the sun had not risen yet, so the sky was still gray.

At this moment, everyone should be sleeping most soundly, but the lights are brightly lit in the huge white palace.

The lights everywhere were lit, illuminating the entire palace.

Many Aaron Landis soldiers surrounded the entire palace airtightly, and more than a dozen teams patrolled back and forth.

Not only the palace, this night, the entire royal city of Kanal was sleepless.

Aaron Landis's army tightly controlled the city, and its soldiers could be seen walking in the streets and alleys.

Suojia stayed up all night and his eyes were a little red.

After carefully searching the room where the accident occurred and confirming that no more traces could be found, he was currently instructing the guards to pack up the body on the stone floor with its brains shattered.

Sure enough, it was still dark under the lamp.

He thought a little unhappily in his heart.

He was a master of intrigues and intrigues, but he was tricked by the knight captain whom he thought was a big fool.

Because Mitayas was specially selected by Cavalry Commander Kayhors to protect King Garlan, even if he suspected that there was an internal problem, he did not think about the knight commander at all.

He knew that the Knights of the Burning Sun were unparalleled in their loyalty to King Garlan, so he took it for granted that there would be no problem with the people sent by Kaihos.

The same must be true for King Garlan.

However, since the time of King Camos, Mitayas has been following Kehos in the war for seven or eight years. He has been on the battlefield through life and death. He has always been loyal and won the trust of Kehos.

No one expected that such a knight commander would be bribed.

After all, people are still unpredictable.

Looking at the messy corpse whose original appearance could no longer be seen, Suojia thought silently in his heart.

The bargaining chip that can make such a knight commander betray should not be glory and wealth, but probably relatives or something like that...

All the subordinates of Knight Commander Mitayas and the cavalry unit he led were also controlled by his men.

Maybe they know the inside story, or maybe they have no idea what Mitayas is doing, but there is no time to check them one by one now.

Just in case, we can only imprison them all first, and then carefully examine them when they return to the Royal City of Aaron Landis.

After doing all this, Suojia came to the room on the side of the palace.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that Lord Heimos and His Majesty were reunited after a long absence, and they were alone and alone in the long night, and they might just... ahem.

Well, everyone knows that this is human nature.

Although looking at the sky, it seems that most of the night has passed, and most people should have died down, but considering Lord Heimos' inhuman endurance, maybe he is still... cough cough cough cough.

After all, after being separated for such a long time, it is understandable that I miss you so much.

Uh, no, it's hard to say. Although Lord Heymos's physical strength is inhuman, His Majesty is still a normal person. In addition, he was injured just now and is not in good health.

Lord Heymos has always doted on His Majesty like a pet, so he must have felt terribly distressed. Maybe it was because he couldn't bear to cause trouble to others, so he had to endure it himself.

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Suojia, who was full of indescribable thoughts and racing wildly, thought for a long time and was in a dilemma for a long time. Then he secretly put his ear to the door and listened attentively for a long time.

The room was quiet, not a sound could be heard.

He coughed again, very softly.

He knew that Lord Heimos would have heard it if he were still awake.

Snapped.

There seemed to be something hitting the door panel in the room, making a soft sound.

Suojia perked up, carefully opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Heimos, who was sitting on the bed, raised his eyes and looked at him.

No need to speak, just a look can convey its meaning.

Suojia paused, then walked slower and lighter.

When he was about two meters away from the bed, he stood still.

He lowered his head and saw the dark brown cloak thrown carelessly at the foot of the bed.

Why only the cloak? What about other clothes?

Suojia thought about it in his heart, raised his eyes, and took a furtive glance at the bed.

Strange, not as messy as expected.

No, it should be said that there is no trace of messiness at all.

The priest wondered secretly in his heart, and then raised his head.

Unlike what he imagined, the bed was very neat and tidy, with almost no wrinkles.

Heimos sat leaning against the head of the bed, holding the boy in his arms.

His long golden hair spread on his brown arms and fell down again.

Garlan was hugged by him and leaned against his chest, his face half-covered by his blond hair pressed against his left chest, and he fell asleep with the rhythmic beating sound coming from deep in his chest.

His breathing was even, his eyebrows were peaceful, and he looked like he was sleeping peacefully.

You can see a touch of snow-white color exposed under Garlan's blond hair, surrounding his slender neck.

A circle of bruises on the neck was treated with medicine and wrapped in a bandage.

Suojia softly briefly reported everything that had been done, and then stood there with his hands tied, waiting for instructions.

Heimos pondered for a moment, and then told him a few words.

Before he finished speaking, Garlan, who was leaning on his chest, suddenly hummed softly.

Heimos immediately stopped talking and lowered his head.

Probably disturbed by their conversation, Garlan's head leaning against Heimos's chest seemed to arch.

"Well... Hey..."

The sleepy Garlan made a vague sound.

He didn't open his eyes.

The voice was a bit drawn out and had a bit of a nasal sound. Because he was in a state of being awake but not awake, the voice was soft and soft, like soft clouds in the sky.

"I am here."

Holding Garlan in his arms, Heimos coaxed him softly.

The affection in his eyes as he looked at the boy in his arms almost melted and overflowed.

"Sleep a little longer, okay?"

After being coaxed by him, Garlan hummed again, tilted his head and nuzzled into his arms, found a more comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

Heimos looked at the sleeping face of the person in his arms with soft eyes, and gently stroked the other person's shoulder, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

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Suojia, who felt as if he had been forgotten and seemed redundant in this environment, felt a little bit sour.

It's like eating a lemon raw and it's almost sour.

He looked at his nose, nose and heart, turning a blind eye and listening but not hearing. He stood honestly, with his head lowered and his eyes lowered.

Until Heimos spoke again, gave him instructions, and then left the room, Suojia resolutely did not raise his head.

He was afraid that if he looked at it one more time, his teeth would really get sore.

According to what Heimos told him, he was busy again.

In a blink of an eye, it was already bright.

After most of the morning, Suojia, who had finished his work, returned to the room again.

He knocked gently on the door, waited for a few minutes, then opened the door and walked in.

It wasn't Heimos who looked at him.

The person who woke up now was Garlan.

Garlan raised his eyes to look at Suojia, raised his hand, raised his fingers in front of his lips, and made a silencing gesture to Suojia.

Suojia was startled.

Heimos had fallen into a deep sleep.

He was lying on his side with his back to the door, his head resting on Garlan's lap.

The scene before him made Suojia not know what to say for a moment.

He also saw sharply that even in his deep sleep, Heimos' hand was tightly holding one of Garlan's hands.

Even if you can't see Heimos' face with his back turned, you can still feel the man's deep attachment.

Suojia suddenly felt a toothache.

From sore to painful.

He felt like he had received two critical blows after entering this room twice.

He felt that he really couldn't stand it anymore.

"That...Your Majesty."

He coughed slightly and said,

"I'm here to tell you that Mr. Kalleni should be arriving soon."

The implicit meaning of his words is that it's okay for me to see the way you and Lord Heymos look now, but it will be troublesome for the old-fashioned veteran Kaleni to see it.

"Well... Well, before Mr. Kalleni comes, I will come over again and inform you in advance."

After saying that, Suojia, who felt that he had completed the reminder task, bowed and quickly retreated.

Of course, just close the door.

Watching Suojia leave, Garlan turned his head and looked at the sky outside through the window.

Before I knew it, most of the morning had passed.

He lowered his head and looked at Heimos sleeping on his lap.

Heimos seemed to be sleeping soundly. His usually sharp brows and eyes had relaxed, and a look of deep exhaustion could be seen in the corners of his brows and eyes.

This man showed his weaknesses unabashedly before his eyes.

A head of jet black hair was messy and scattered on his legs.

Like a giant black wolf with its softest belly exposed unprepared, it trudged all the way, exhausted, and finally returned to its beloved owner, enjoying the warmth at this time.

With his right hand held tightly by the opponent, Garlan could only gently stroke Heimos' hair with his left hand.

The black hair that was originally very short has grown a lot, and the ends have fallen to the bottom of the nape of the neck.

Especially the forehead hair in front of her eyes, which completely covered her eyes when it fell forward, and could only be parted diagonally to both sides.

This long hair looks quite messy because it has not been taken care of for a long time.

Do you want to give him a haircut?

Just as Garlan was kneading a tuft of black hair and thinking in his heart, a hand reached out and held his cheek.

He looked down and saw that Heimos had woken up at some point.

From lying on your side to lying face up, your head rested on his lap.

Her golden-red eyes stared at him unblinkingly.

"Finally it's not a dream anymore."

Heimos looked at him for a long time and suddenly said.

"You always appear in my dreams."

Then, when he woke up, he left him cruelly. "

He let go of Garlan's hand with his other hand and stretched it upward.

He held Garlan's cheeks with both hands and slowly pressed his head down.