A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Seeing the look between the scary man who suddenly broke in and the 'girl', as well as a certain subtle atmosphere between the two, Sal immediately understood.

"Your mistress?"

he asked directly.

Then he got an expressionless look from Garlan.

"Heimos, you kill him now, I won't stop you."

"Wait, wait a minute, the quarrel between you two young lovers is your business, don't involve me!"

Sal shouted quickly.

He was too curious to hear the man's name clearly and was not interested. But now he dared to confirm that the two people knew each other, and they definitely had a very subtle relationship.

So he turned directly to Heimos and said, "Brother, don't worry, I'm not interested in your women. Tsk, there is no femininity at all."

He glanced at Garlan with disgust.

"Uncle, what I love most is only gold coins. The purpose of bringing her back is just to make a fortune. The wedding and other things are all caused by the guys below, not counting."

He waved his hand seemingly carelessly and nonchalantly.

"I think you guys still have something to talk about. Just in time, I drank too much and went out to take a pee. You can handle it yourself."

The corners of his eyes were raised, and he glanced at Heimos with a meaning.

"Brother, how about I lend you my place to spend your wedding night?"

Thrall said as he walked away from Heimos and towards the door.

Heimos didn't move, didn't even look at him, his eyes were just staring at Garlan from beginning to end.

With a bang, the door closed and the room fell into silence again.

Outside the room, Sal slammed the door and let out a breath of fear.

You know, when he stepped out of the room with his front foot, the indifferent expression he pretended to be in the room with his back foot immediately collapsed.

He was just glanced at by the man in black, and until now, his heart still felt like it was being strangled by an invisible big hand.

That man is dangerous.

From the moment he saw the man in black, his instincts were warning him frantically.

That man was so dangerous - he felt like he deserved death if he took a step closer.

So Sal made a prompt decision and distanced himself from the 'girl'.

Then, he decisively escaped and escaped from the Shura field.

He stood at the door and glanced around anxiously.

The dozen or so guards continued to guard outside the house silently, completely unable to tell that they had just beaten the man who broke into the house.

Obviously, because the 'girl' in the room didn't say anything, they didn't go in.

They obviously didn't pay attention to Sal. Even though Sal was standing at the door, they didn't glance at him from the corner of their eyes.

After scratching his bird's nest-like messy hair, Sal cursed in his heart and left here in anger.

…………

Gallan was still angry that his plan was interrupted. Things were going smoothly, and he was just one step away from taking down the leader of the Feira bandits.

Only by taking down this leader can he implement his next plan in the Sal Desert.

What made him most unhappy was that Heimos had been secretly following him.

"Have you been following me?"

"…………"

Heimos said nothing, staring at Garlan unblinkingly.

The dark forehead hair was scattered in the corners of his eyes, covering up the evil intention that was faintly seeping from his eyes.

A scorching flame was burning in his heart, almost about to burst out, but looking at the young man opposite him, he suppressed the anger in his heart.

Breathing out a shallow breath, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and adjusted Garlan's cloak that was slanted to his side.

Heimos lowered his head and stared at Garlan with his golden-red eyes.

He whispered: "I'm afraid you're going to leave again."

Gallan was still very angry at first, but with such an action and word from Heimos, most of the anger in his stomach was instantly released.

He didn't know how to reply for a moment.

After all, he did do something stupid and ran away from home not long ago, so now that Heimos said he was worried about him running away again, so he followed him, he really couldn't refute it, and he couldn't be angry.

Moreover, Heimos' behavior of following him was probably tacitly approved by King Kamos and others.

Maybe Prince Xie Mu'er and the others were worried that they would run away from home again after running away alone.

As a prince in the past, he could still hide his affair, but if he now became the crown prince, it would be a big problem.

"Since I have chosen to go back and become the crown prince, I will never regret it again, let alone leave without saying a word."

Garlan said, his bright golden eyes looked at Heimos with a calm expression.

"I said, I came here just to solve the matter in the Sal Desert."

He said,

"Since I have become the crown prince, I should fulfill some responsibilities, right?"

When the Tasda Mission passed through this desert, Opada's brother colluded with the bandits here to attack the Tasda Mission at night.

At that time, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties and prevent the other party from jumping over the wall in a hurry, he let the bandit group leave.

But letting those gangsters go at that time didn't mean that he didn't plan to settle the score later.

He originally planned to wait until the Tasda delegation left safely and he returned to the palace safely, then he would tell Brother Kamos about the matter and ask him to send troops to destroy the bandit group.

However, after returning to the palace, Heimos first confessed his love to him and wooed him, which shocked him. Then within two days, he was sent to the city of Tozes by King Camos. The pirates attacked and the bloody battle in Tozes City was finally won. As soon as he returned to the royal city, Heimos was framed, and he was busy saving Heimos.

After saving Heimos, he secretly left his family in order not to become the crown prince.

…

A bunch of things happened one after another, leaving no time to take a breath, and no time to think about suppressing bandits.

Only now did I finally have time to think about it.

Heimos frowned and asked, "It's easy to deal with a few incompetent gangs. I don't understand why you have to do so much trouble?"

Although there are many bandits in the Thrall Desert, as long as Garlan gives an order, it will be easy for him or Caihos to lead an army to annihilate them.

He didn't understand why Garlan had to come in person.

"It is indeed not difficult to exterminate the bandits in the desert. I checked the records and it seems that the Royal Court will come to exterminate the bandits every once in a while. Once they are exterminated, the Sal Desert will be quiet for a while."

Garlan shook his head.

"However, it is only quiet for a period of time. Soon, either the old bandit group that escaped or the new bandit group will appear again. Just like weeds, no matter how much you burn them, after a while, they will grow again. It will grow out.”

Garlan said as he raised his hand to untie the knot at the collar of the cloak.

He took off his thick cloak, placed it on the table, and then sat down at the table.

“This gangster paradise should not exist in the land of Aaron Landis.”

He said, “That’s why I wanted to come here and take a field trip to see with my own eyes what the problem is and what needs to be done to completely solve it.”

The Fela bandits, who were born and raised in the Saar Desert, were the key to solving this dilemma that he found.

Just when Garlan was wondering whether he should ask someone to call Thrall back now so that he could continue talking about business, Heimos who was standing aside glanced at him, then turned around and took a step forward to where he was sitting. In front of Garlan.

The light swayed, and when he saw a shadow coming over him, Garlan subconsciously raised his head to look.

Heimos leaned over and pressed his hands on the armrests of the rough wooden chair.

The tall body, outstretched arms, and the armrests and backrests of the wooden chairs formed a small space, imprisoning the young man in it.

He lowered his head and looked down at Garlan, who was suppressed by him on the seat. The light reflected on him, and his broad shadow almost completely enveloped Garlan.

"So, the solution you found is to marry that horse thief...?"

His golden-red eyes stared at the young man in front of him, and there still seemed to be a bit of coldness brought in from the night outside in his eyes.

Heimos' voice was very low, obviously trying to suppress it.

Garlan was startled.

"After I entered the camp, I saw they were holding a wedding banquet."

Before Garlan could come to his senses, Heimos looked at him deeply and continued.

"They said that their leader wants to marry you tonight."

"So, I'm angry," he said.

He stared straight at Garlan.

He spoke very slowly, and his tone sounded calm, and even seemed to have a touch of gentleness, but his voice was terrifyingly low.

"Garlan, you know why I'm angry."

Staring into those eyes that seemed to glow even in the shadows, Garlan's throat couldn't help but gulp.

Perhaps because the postures of the two of them at this moment gave him a sense of oppression, he suddenly became a little nervous.

Of course he knew why Huymos was angry.

Because Heimos treated him...

"This is just an excuse to hide from others. If I want to get in here and take a look, I have to find a way..."

Garlan replied softly, but lost his voice mid-sentence.

He lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes twitching slightly.

For some reason, he felt that his voice sounded a little guilty and short of breath.

Perhaps it was because the eyes Heimos was looking at him at the moment were too deep, making it impossible for him to look into his eyes.

"Of course I know it's just an excuse."

But even if it's just an excuse, it won't work.

Heimos lowered his head and looked down at Garlan, who lowered his eyes and avoided his gaze.

The boy's eyelashes moved slightly, and the shadow of the eyelashes fell on his fair cheeks, and the accompanying traces of shaking made people feel unbearably itchy just to see them.

The pink lips were slightly pursed, like the first flower buds blown by the wind in early spring.

The young man in front of him was so beautiful that he always wanted to guard it carefully, fearing that if people took one more look, they would covet him.

He couldn't stand even a little bit of that kind of covetousness.

Heimos breathed out gently, loosened his hands, and took the initiative to let go of the narrow space that seemed to imprison the other party.

He stepped back, moving his shadow away from the other man.

His behavior made Garlan raise his eyes and look at him in confusion.

Heimos leaned over and landed on one knee, half-kneeling in front of Garlan.

His eyes were level with the sitting Garlan, looking at him level with him.

The dark hair was slightly messy and scattered in the corners of his eyes, making his sharp eyes soften a bit.

Or perhaps it was because of the shadow of Garlan reflected in his pupils at this moment that he showed such tenderness.

"I know that's an excuse and it's false."

"I know it's stupid of me to be angry about something like this."

Heimos stretched out his hand and stroked Garlan's cheek with his rough fingertips.

He looked at the young man in front of him with burning and uncontrollable love in his eyes.

"But, Garlan, anything related to you, whether true or false, will make me confused and even out of control."

His fingertips fell from Garlan's cheek and pinched a strand of long hair.

He lowered his head and kissed the long black hair between his fingers tenderly.

He said: "...do you understand?"

Garlan looked at Heimos blankly and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

He watched that handsome face move closer to him, and little by little, he could almost feel the other person's breath brushing the corners of his eyes.

He thought he should stay away.

But for some reason, even if he was no longer restricted in the opponent's arms, he seemed to be trapped in an invisible cage formed by the opponent's gaze, unable to move.

He could only watch as Heimos came closer and seemed to want to kiss him.

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes nervously.

Seeing Garlan's eyes closed and his eyelashes twitching nervously, Heimos couldn't help but smile.

He lowered his head and kissed the soft lips.

The sweet breath penetrates into the lips.

Just when he wanted to kiss her again and deeper, there was a loud noise outside.

Garlan was awakened instantly, opened his eyes, and stood up suddenly.

Heimos frowned and stood up.

The two of them looked outside at the same time, and at the same time, a loud, loud voice came through the door panel.

"Hie'er, son - Hie'er - bring your bride out, Hie'er, let me, let everyone see - with, Hie'er, the future leader's wife -"

Under the intimidation of a bunch of undistinguished subordinates, Sal's father, the leader of the Fela bandits, came here with a large group of men.

His rough face was completely red, and he was belching wine and yelling.

A bunch of horse thieves who were also drunk staggered behind him, shouting indiscriminately.

This group of people wanted to break in, but were stopped by the guards standing outside.

The guards exchanged glances with each other and bumped into each other a few times. The drunkards were all pushed to the ground by the guards, and they screamed out in pain.

The big boss who was also knocked down became anxious and shouted directly into the room at the top of his voice.

"Sal! You bastard! I'm your father! Burr - you - Burr - don't marry the lady and forget about your father - Burr - give it to me -"

Before he could finish his sentence, the closed door suddenly opened.

What appeared in front of the horse thieves was not their little leader, but a strange man they had never seen before.

The tall and handsome man stood at the door, and a smaller figure was mostly blocked by him, so that no one could see clearly.

The man raised one hand slightly, and that gesture was obviously to protect the man firmly behind him.

The leader of the Fera gang sat drunkenly on the ground, looking at Heimos who was standing at the door with a blank look on his face, and then at Garlan who was obviously being protected by a man behind him.

With a flash of light in his mind, he realized.

At this moment, he was furious and his eyes were about to burst.

At this moment, he roared at the two of them.

"You two adulterers! What did you do to my Sal? I want you to pay for your lives!"

Garlan: "..."

The weather is too hot, so we might as well kill these Fela bandits directly.

The author has something to say: Well, they were born as father and son.