Ahh, none of my business—
The man who was kneeling on the ground kowtowed one after another, and there were faint red bloodstains on his forehead, but the man still kowtowed desperately and begged.
It has nothing to do with me anyway!
The women's mournful weeping sounded, like needles stabbing people's chests.
Although these are all the people of Aaron Landis, the current King Aaron Landis is the king's brother, and the next one is Heimos. My words, let alone the king, even this king's younger brother will not do it. too long.
So, no matter how you look at it, it's not my turn, is it
The cries of the child holding the priest's thigh and crying loudly resounded through the night.
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Ahhh! Obviously it's none of my business!
While mourning like that in his heart, Garlan sighed a long time amid the pleading and cries of those people.
Then, raise your hand and point to yourself.
"If you can't find those children, let those people take me away, and you'll be able to find them."
After Garlan said this, he regretted that he wanted to slap himself.
Call you to be brave, call you a hero.
Look at the scene, except for the little brats who cried with tears and snot, he was the weakest in force, so what did he have to do
However, now that it has been said.
Under the hopeful eyes of the refugees looking at themselves...
Under the stunned eyes of his brother Xiemuerhuimos and the cavalry who looked at him in astonishment...
Even for the sake of face, he can only slap his face and make him fat.
Well, the so-called heroes are probably forced out like this.
Jia. Pseudo-hero. Er. I'm really afraid of death. Lan complained about herself in the bottom of her heart.
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Another day passed, and night fell again.
The night wind blew the dense canopy of trees rustling, and the light of the bonfire swayed in the camp in the depths of the woodland, and the shadows of the branches and leaves that fell on the ground also swayed endlessly.
The huge camp was fairly quiet, except for the subtle chatter sounds like the shaking of branches and leaves from time to time. The cavalrymen who were sitting by the bonfire and having dinner gathered together and talked in a low voice. tent.
Their king, and the little prince, were there at the moment.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves sounded sharply, breaking the peace of the camp. Dozens of cavalry galloped on horseback, and the leader was the priest of Shamash.
When he arrived at the camp, Xie Muer tightened the reins, and the horse under him raised its front hooves high, neighed, and stopped. Xie Mu'er turned over and dismounted, almost at the same moment when he landed, the curtain of the largest tent was suddenly lifted, a tall figure walked out quickly, and two small figures followed.
King Camos walked quickly to Xie Muer, his golden brown eyes staring at Xie Muer.
Not only him, all the cavalrymen present stopped eating, talking and other actions at this moment, and turned their attention to this side invariably.
The camp was extremely quiet for a while, except for the rustling of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves under the night sky.
Under the gazes of everyone, Xie Muer put one hand on his chest, leaned over, and knelt in front of King Camos on one knee.
He said, "I'm sorry, King Camos."
The priest said apologetically, and the air seemed to stop for a while.
Camos was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"I see," he said.
Then, he lowered his head and turned his gaze to the small figure standing beside him.
"Gallan..."
Camos whispered Garlan's name with a hint of helplessness in his voice.
Yesterday, after Garlan made that suggestion, almost everyone spoke out against it.
Let the noble Prince Aaron Landis take risks for a group of commoner children, which is something they can't imagine.
Among them, Xie Muer opposed especially fiercely.
He is the priest of Shamash, the sun god of justice, the law, and the strict caste. For him, the so-called rank is absolute, and there is no room for confusion.
As the prince of Aaron Landis and the future heir to the throne, Gallan is even more important than the city of Vernal. How could he risk his life for a group of lowly civilian children
He even rudely reprimanded Garlan as a mentor on the spot.
Those refugees knew Garlan's identity and knew that this was indeed impossible. They wanted to ask but dared not ask, so they could only huddle in the corner and cry silently.
But for some unknown reason, the always obedient and obedient little prince just committed stubbornness this time. Even if he was punished severely by Xie Muer, he still pursed his lips and refused to change his mouth, making Xie Muer so angry.
Ever since he became Prince Garlan's mentor, his tone has never been smoother.
The angry priest Shamash thought so angrily.
In the end, it was King Camos who made the decision.
He asked Xie Muer to take dozens of people out to look for clues the next day, and the limit was one day, because as Xie Muer said, the longer the time dragged on, the more dangerous it would be. Don't talk about those children who were missing. , maybe those adults are in danger.
If Xie Muer can find some clues in one day, Garlan will naturally not have to take the risk. But if you still can't find it...
In the quiet night, under the gazes of everyone, Garlan raised his head, looked at Camos, and nodded.
"Yes, Brother Wang, I will do it."
Xie Muer frowned tightly, his eyes filled with disapproval. However, now that King Camos has made a decision, it is impossible for him to disobey the king's order.
"and many more."
Heimos, who had been watching silently since yesterday, suddenly spoke up.
He raised his hand and pointed to the tents that housed the dozens of rescued refugees not far away.
He said: "If you just need children as bait, there are several there, just find any one to be the bait."
The black-haired boy prince said so in a natural tone.
"Prince Heimos, although I really want to do this too." Xie Muer replied, "But those children have no role other than crying, what do you think they can do?"
"You don't need them to do anything, just do a good job of baiting. When the time comes, you'll be caught, and we'll just follow."
Heimos answered immediately.
"But in this way, they will be very dangerous, and when they cry, it is likely to reveal our identity and traces."
"Of course it will be very dangerous, that's why they are asked to go."
Heimos was still in the tone that was rightly so.
"It's them who want to save people. Of course, they should bear the danger. Why should Gallan take the risk?"
Garlan, who stood by and listened to Heimos and Shemuer coming and going, felt that it was time to stand up and show his determination to pretend to be handsome, so he opened his mouth.
"actually, I… "
"you shut up!"
When talking to Xie Muer, Heimos, who had always been calm in his expression and tone, suddenly turned his head and gave Garlan a low drink.
The fierce light in the boy's golden red eyes forced Garlan back half of what he had said.
Garlan, who couldn't speak with his mouth open, was a little stunned, and then he saw Heimos turning back and continuing to talk to Xie Muer.
"Don't tell me that those children are pitiful and shouldn't be put in danger, Garlan is not much older than them."
"Whether the rescue is successful or not, we have done our best for it, so even if the final result is not ideal, it is not our fault."
Knowing that it was not Xie Muer who made the final decision, Huymos looked at King Camos without blinking and said.
"And don't forget, Gallan is a prince, and those people are just low-level civilians."
During the time when Xi Muer and Heimos were talking, Camos didn't speak, as if he was contemplating.
Then, he leaned over and crouched down in front of Garlan, his line of sight was level with Garlan.
He looked at Garlan very seriously and asked, "You know what you're talking about and what you're doing, right?"
The child's big golden eyes blinked slightly.
"Yes, Brother Wang."
"You're still young, and you're a prince, you don't need to do such a thing, you know?"
"Ok, I know."
"But, you've made up your mind, haven't you?"
"… Yes."
"Even if this matter is very dangerous, will you be injured or even lose your life?"
"...Brother Wang." The corner of the little prince's mouth twitched. "If you ask one more question, I will regret it."
In fact, he already regrets it a little bit now.
Camos grinned, he squatted on the ground, raised his hand and rubbed his little brother's head vigorously.
"it is good."
He laughed out loud, then said something decisive.
"You do it!"
He said, looking at Garlan with burning eyes.
"You are the prince of Aaron Landis, my brother of Camos! No one can object to what you want to do!"
The rich voice of King Camos echoed in the dark forest, and the final word was finalized.
The black-haired boy drooped his eyes, his long slender eyelashes swept a shadow under his eyes, and the passing breeze blew the black hair on his cheeks for a moment.
"Then let me go."
He said, "As long as it's a child, so am I. I'm much stronger than Garland, and I have a better chance of success than him. I can even escape by myself. That's better."
He stepped forward.
"So, let me do-"
A small white hand stretched out and held Heimos's hand, making the boy's voice stop.
Heimos lowered his head and looked at Garlan who was holding his hand.
The child tilted his head to look at him, and his soft fingers grabbed his hand.
"Really tough."
Little Garland, who squeezed his hand a few times, said, "Your hand is so hard."
Garland held his hand with one hand and pointed at him with the other.
"Brown skin."
He pointed to his eyes again.
"Golden eyes."
Then he raised the hand that Heimos was holding.
"Your hands are full of calluses made by practicing swords, so hard, unlike my hands, there is no calluses at all."
He was about to say something, but Heimos choked.
With brown skin and golden eyes, most of the collateral bloodlines of the royal family have such an appearance, which is often regarded as a characteristic of high-ranking nobles.
Moreover, there are very obvious thick calluses on his palms, and using the excuse of working for a long time will not work, because the position of those calluses can only be known by a discerning person at a glance. It is because of long-term sword training and archery.
Coupled with the imposing aura that Heimos couldn't hide, it didn't look like a poor child who was suffering.
"My words are simple, as long as I pretend to be the child of a wealthy businessman who was hit by the flood, no one should doubt me."
Garlan's complexion is white, unlike high-ranking nobles, and he has never practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he has no calluses on his hands.
The young man pursed his lips, and his jet-black hair fell into the corners of his eyes, casting a shadow over his eye sockets.
He didn't speak, just clenched the soft little hand that held him.
After Garlan said those words, he wanted to let go, but he was clenched by Heimos, and he couldn't pull it back after a few times.
He looked up, and the boy who was holding his hand pursed his lips like a thin layer of paper, looking like he was stubborn again.
That expression reminded Garlan of not long ago, the expression on Heimos's face stubbornly insisting on taking the paper from his own hands, and then think about the expression Heimos said just now that he was going to replace him. Those words... For a time, Garlan felt a little soft-hearted.
For some reason, looking at the young man's pursed lips, he had the illusion that he was bullying Heimos.
Garlan, who was inexplicably guilty, thought for a while, put his other hand on the back of Heimos's hand that was clenching his own, and patted the other side lightly as if to comfort him.
"It's okay, I've always had good luck."
The child raised his head and looked into Heimos's eyes, his small face wrapped in soft golden hair.
He smiled at Heimos, he smiled, and the light reflected by the blonde hair reflected on the child's face, making that smile seem to glow in the dark.
"Heimos, I'll wait for you to come and find me."
Heimos's breath paused slightly, and he looked down at Garlan's eyes as if there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. .
He said, "Okay."
One word, loud and clear.
"I'll find you," he whispered.
Hearing what Heimos said, Garlan subconsciously wanted to smile at Heimos again.
However, before he could laugh, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, grabbed his shoulder and turned his whole body one hundred and eighty degrees.
Then, the head with brown hair came up in front of him.
"Garlan, brother Wang will come to you too."
The tall and strong Lion King squatted on the ground and looked at Garlan, his tough face was full of grievances.
He stared at Garlan with accusations like 'how can you forget me, brother and brother'.
"Huh?... Yes, yes, that's right, I'll also wait for Brother Wang to come to me! Brother Wang is the best!"
Garland, who was seen trembling in his chest by King Camos' small aggrieved eyes, hurriedly reached out to touch Camos' face, and gave the aggrieved big lion king brother a smooth hair and smooth hair.
Xie Muer: "..."
Expressionless, not wanting to speak.
Cavalry: "..."
It was so dark we didn't see anything.
It was so windy that we couldn't hear anything.