The night passed, and when it was just dawn, a reddish-brown horse galloped out from the city gate. The knight on the horse was dressed in black, with a dark cloak flying behind him.
The morning sun slanted over, reflected on the handsome side face of the black knight, and reflected a shimmer of light on the rough lapis lazuli earrings beside his ears.
The running horse's hooves trampled the billowing dust, and a gray mist rose behind the man. Soon, the figure of the black knight disappeared into the distance.
Above the city wall, a blue-haired man stood there.
Chaoyang fell on his face full of helplessness, and he looked at the back of the black knight who was speeding away from the royal city from a distance, his eyes seemed extremely complicated at this moment.
Soga, the priest of Nanna, the god of the night, thought he could understand people's hearts and human nature, but one after another, he fell into the sand and fell on the blond little prince.
He couldn't see through Prince Gallan's thoughts at all, let alone why this prince would give up the throne that was at his fingertips so easily.
If you really want to retreat as an advance, if you want to refuse to welcome, then it is long overdue to reappear in the palace.
Up to now, there is still no news, indicating that Prince Gallan really left.
What a stupid act.
Soggar wanted to say that.
However, within a few days, the owner he believed to have made the same stupid behavior.
Obviously, the departure of Prince Garlan is a great opportunity for Prince Heimos to ascend to the throne, but His Highness, like Prince Garlan, resolutely gave up such a rare opportunity.
Even, His Highness swore to King Kamos that he would not step into the royal city again until he brought Prince Gallan back.
Suojia really didn't know what his Highness thought.
...or maybe, nothing at all.
In the past few days, he could feel that the reason in His Highness Heimos's heart was exhausted little by little.
Because of the departure of Prince Gallan.
Even if the so-called emotion is nothing but something that will eventually vanish as time goes by, but as long as it is still in that period of time, it is the most disturbing and even crazy thing.
The blue-haired priest stood on the city wall and looked at the figure that was about to disappear in the distance with a complicated expression. He suddenly felt a little confused.
At this moment, there was an indescribable omen hovering in his heart.
Prince Heimos.
Prince of Garland.
It seemed like a pair of twins of destiny.
Their fates are intertwined, inexhaustible and slashing.
No one knows how their entanglement will end.
And will Aaron Landis go to glory or decline in this ending...
…
Under the leadership of the bard Shulos, Garlan, who had gone in the wrong direction, retraced his steps towards the correct path to the Tverul Mountains.
Perhaps the reason why he accepted this noisy person as his companion was because he was accustomed to being accompanied by many people from childhood to adulthood. It was the first time that he was alone, and he was still somewhat lonely.
Speaking of which, Shulos' chattering feeling is really similar to Tarr's.
I don't know if the fact that I left will make the crybaby cry again, thinking that I left him alone.
"Miss Gal, today is also a sunny day."
The bard who came over on horseback said with a smile, stretched out his hand and offered a bouquet of pure white flowers to Garlan. The white flower was just picked by him, and it was stained with a little dew, fresh and beautiful.
"No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will be eclipsed in front of your beauty. If the flowers have feelings, they will be ashamed and wither in front of you..."
The words of Shulos who praised Gallan to the fullest were interrupted by Gallan unceremoniously.
"If this flower had feelings, you would have killed it when you plucked it."
Garlan narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Why, are you going to sacrifice its body to me?"
Shulos' face froze for a moment, and the dew-stained flowers in his hands seemed to have become hot taro, and he hurriedly threw them to the ground.
Should not be ah.
impossible.
If it was another woman, she would have been fascinated by the sweet words he uttered, why did Miss Gal not only not be confused by these words, but instead became more and more disgusted with him
Has his skill for sweet talk regressed
Do not.
Only this is absolutely impossible!
Sweet talk is the crux of a bard, the true symbol of a bard—as the saying goes, a bard who can't even speak sweet words must be a fake bard.
He is absolutely genuine, and he is a bard above the standard!
Shulos comforted himself in his heart.
So he worked harder.
Wandering constantly around Garland, the bard is like a bee revolving around flowers. He used all kinds of beautiful and gorgeous language to praise Garland's beauty at every turn, and the whole person was like a peacock with an open screen to show his handsome side in front of Garland.
Garland began to wonder if Shulos' mouth could spit out flowers when he spoke.
To be honest, if he was just a girl who was not familiar with the world, I am afraid that he would really fall into the sweet words and clear and beautiful voice of this bard.
But it is a pity that he is not a girl, so Shu Luos's sweet words that scoured his stomach couldn't impress him at all.
But at least he has made some progress. At least, he has gone from having goosebumps listening to those words to the point where he has no fluctuations in his heart, and even wants to laugh a little.
A day has passed in the roar of Shulos, and Garlan, who is accustomed to Tarr's cacophony, is still very calm, not to mention the bard's voice is much better than Tarr's.
From time to time a singing tone came, and Garland thought he was listening to an opera.
When night fell, they had found a place to spend the night.
It was a sheltered cliff cave. It was in a remote location. There was a rushing river not far away. There were bushes covering the door.
At this moment, a bonfire was burning on the flat ground, and the red fire reflected the faces of the two people sitting by the bonfire.
Shulos heated up the jerky and sent it to Garlan diligently.
Garlan glanced at him, didn't say anything, took it over and started to eat.
Although the taste of this kind of jerky is really unpalatable, it is much worse than the food he eats in the palace, but leaving the palace is his own choice. He must have this consciousness.
From then on, sleeping in the air is his life, and he has to get used to it.
"Ah, it really hurts."
Seeing Garlan quietly biting the hard jerky in his hands, Shulos sighed again.
"Your soft fingers as beautiful as white jade should be holding a crystal clear glass cup."
"Your lips as pink as flowers should have tasted the most delicious food in the world."
With a pair of peach blossom eyes, he pressed one hand on his chest and looked at Garlan with those eyes that seemed to have a thousand words.
Garlan glanced at Shulos, who was looking at him with a smile, and swallowed the jerky in his hand in a few mouthfuls.
He said, "I said you, do you like me?"
"Of course, my heart sank hopelessly into the abyss the first time I saw you."
"You said the same thing to other girls, didn't you?"
"How is it possible, I am wholeheartedly with you, Miss Gal."
"Then can you swear?"
"Of course, I swear..."
Shulos' oath was interrupted by Garlan before he could finish speaking.
Garland tilted his head to look at him and smiled at him.
"You swear, swear to your goddess Aphrodite, if you lie to me, you will marry the ugliest woman in the world for the rest of your life."
The handsome face of the bard, who had planned to make a fool of himself by swearing at random, froze again.
Well... so cruel!
This poisonous oath is simply too terrifying, even more terrifying than taking his life!
"Uh... This, Miss Gal, although I was deceived by those vulgar fans when I was young and ignorant, but since I met you, I only realized that this heart was taken away from me. How does it feel."
Shulos quickly remedied.
"I'm in love with you, no, I might even say, I'm infatuated with you, hopelessly."
"real?"
"real."
Shulos put one hand on his chest, where his heart was.
He looked at Garlan, and his bright eyes were shining with stars, as if all the stars in the sky were reflected in his eyes.
The bard's amorous eyes seemed to be filled with the clear and gentle waters of the ancient Enki River, and the love that a thousand words had seemed contained in his gaze as he watched Garlan.
He seemed extremely serious at this moment, and the clear voice was a little lower at this moment, containing heart-shattering affection.
"Goddess Avtomir can see my heart that will only beat for you the moment I see you."
"… "
Garlan and those eyes full of intoxicating amorous feelings looked at each other.
He shook his head, then stood up.
"you are lying."
"Ah? But, but... "
"Like someone's eyes, not like you."
"I'm not lying, I..."
"I've seen it." Garland stood and looked down at Shulos who was still sitting beside him. He said, "I'm really obsessed with a person's eyes, I've seen it with my own eyes."
The way the bard looked at him was completely different from the way Heimos looked at him.
Shulos' so-called liking may not be a lie, but it is no different from liking a beautiful flower.
There is no infatuation at all, no affection, at most a love of beautiful things - that is probably the instinct of all believers of Aphdomir...
It was because of this that Garlan let Shulos follow him indifferently.
Otherwise, if Shulos was serious, he would not have given him a chance to get close to himself.
Shulos wanted to refute unconvincingly, but when Garlan was standing looking down, he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound after hearing Garlan's words.
He hesitated for a while before asking softly.
"What does it look like to be truly infatuated with someone's eyes?"
"...I don't know either." Garlan said, "But, there will be feelings."
He turned and walked out, talking as he walked.
"Shoulos, don't underestimate women too much. Maybe you think they are easy to deceive, but they can tell whether you are telling the truth or a lie. They believe you only because they are willing to indulge in your sweet lies. Just in the middle."
Shu Luos was a little startled, he subconsciously stood up and walked behind Garlan.
"Where are you going?"
Garland stopped and looked back at Shulos.
His golden eyes curved slightly, and he said, "I'm going to take a bath in the stream, and if you're not afraid of death, just follow."
Shulos: "..."
He obediently sat back by the campfire and continued to roast his jerky.
…
Garlan was still quite at ease with this seemingly romantic bard. Although he looked like a flower butterfly, he was actually a gentleman and polite.
Along the way, he just said all kinds of sweet words and all kinds of courtesies, but in fact, he didn't take any offense to himself, and he didn't even touch his finger.
Presumably such a person would not peep to watch himself take a bath.
In fact, having said that, even if that guy really came to peek, Garlan wouldn't care.
He is not a real woman.
Rip off the cape, undo the belt, and take off the robe. Garlan wore only one pair of trousers, and walked into the stream with his upper body exposed in the dark.
Fortunately, the weather is still warm, and the stream at night will not make people feel cold.
The clear stream water wrapped around his body, and a cool feeling penetrated into his skin.
The boy stood in the waist-length stream, his long jet-black hair hanging down and the tips of his hair dipped in the water.
The moonlight shone on him, making his complexion paler.
He bent over, picked up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face. The moonlight shone brightly on the water, making his reflection clearly reflected in the water.
Garlan lowered his head, looking at his hands that were rolling with water droplets, a little dazed.
I don't know what happened to Heimos' hand injury, so there shouldn't be any problem.
His hands are still holding swords on the battlefield.
After all, even if he had a weird and irritable personality in previous lives, Heimos was recognized as the only brave person who was not inferior to Brother Camos.
[Don't deny all the admiration I sent to you.]
Garland was still a little lost.
[Like a person, infatuated with a person's eyes, not like you.]
Just like what he said to Shulos just now.
He saw that look.
He couldn't describe the way Heimos looked at him.
But he could feel the fiery eyes, as eager as the flames that can burn everything, attacking him recklessly, making him feel a trembling feeling that he would be burned to ashes.
Make him… scared.
Standing in the stream, Garlan clenched his arm subconsciously.
Escape from the palace, perhaps to escape the throne.
To escape the fate of fighting Heimos again.
Or maybe he was subconsciously... trying to escape Heimos.
Moreover, he did not think that he was qualified to sit on that throne.
Even without the existence of Heimos, he does not have that qualification.
Taking his mind back, Garlan took a deep breath and poured a handful of water on his face again. Just after splashing it twice, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and his eyes were bright.
Looking at it again, it was the forehead dyed black that faded after being soaked in water, and turned back to golden, reflecting the moonlight and naturally glowing.
He looked down again, and the tips of the hair that had been immersed in the water had also turned back to golden.
He was speechless.
He forgot about this. He originally wanted to keep the black hair for a while longer, but he didn't expect the paint to fade when it got into the water.
never mind.
Anyway, that's it, just wash it off.
Thinking of this, Garlan lowered his head and began to wash his long hair.
However, focusing on washing his hair, he did not find that not far away, in the dark jungle, there was a pair of green eyes staring at him, slowly approaching.
…
Beside the bonfire here, Shulos, who was full, was packing his bags, humming a song leisurely while packing.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he looked up.
With sharp eyes shot into the pitch-black jungle, Shulos stood up abruptly and took off the bow behind him.
Archery with a bow.
Several sharp arrows shot into the depths of the dark jungle in an instant, only to hear a few howls of beasts dying in the dark, Shu Luos sneered, and just about to raise his hand and brush his forehead, suddenly. He remembered something, his face changed suddenly, then turned around and ran towards the stream quickly.
When he arrived not far from the stream, his chest twitched.
At this moment, dark clouds floated over, covering the crescent moon in the sky, and the whole earth fell into darkness.
But this was no problem for Shulos, even in the dark, he could still see everything.
At this moment, he saw a wild wolf lurking in the jungle from a distance, bowing and baring its teeth, which was a sign that it was about to pounce on its prey.
And the direction it was about to pounce was the slender figure standing in the stream.
Before there was time to sound the alarm, Shu Luos didn't say a word, rushed to the stream in a few steps, and raised his hand with an arrow.
The wild wolf hit by the arrow fell to the ground instantly.
Shu Luos breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think much about it. He almost habitually raised his hand and stroked his forehead, posing in the most handsome posture, showing a charming smile to the man standing in the stream.
"It's too dangerous, Miss Gal, if I hadn't arrived in time as your guardian..."
Halfway through, the words stopped abruptly, and Shu Luos' pupils suddenly dilated at this moment.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the bright moonlight flooded the earth again, reflecting light on the water.
Her long golden hair gleamed in the moonlight.
The water droplets refracting the shimmer rolled down from the wet blond hair, dyeing the skin like water, and the wet blond hair slid down on the white chest against the neck.
The blond boy stood in the clear stream, in the night, like a moonlight elf appearing in the water.