The days passed, perhaps because a large number of those who always liked to play tricks behind their backs were cleaned up, and then another group of thieves and timid people became honest, so this time was very calm.
Through the campaign at Canal, the army has been reformed.
The trial implementation of the 'separation of powers' regime in Kanal King City is also very smooth. Basically, all the powers of Kanal King City have been captured, and it is gradually expanding outward.
The Geshu who were defeated again retreated, and there seemed to be conflicts within them, and the northern border ushered in a long-lost peace.
Probably seeing that Aaron Landis was on the rise recently, the Yithians in the eastern border only harassed Aaron Landis on a small scale, and made no major moves.
And in the territory of Aaron Landis, there is a lot of waste waiting to be done.
Construction of roads between cities is in full swing.
Large sums of money have been poured in, and water conservancy projects have been started in cities that have been flooded and often flooded.
Small temples of Solgar have been built or are being built.
At the same time, while the Geshu people had no time to look after the civil strife, the walls of the northern land and the foundations of the fortresses rose from the ground...
Serious shortage of manpower, Garland spent a lot of money to buy many slaves - all the wealth of those nobles who committed treason and treason were collected to the central royal court and collected into the treasury, and their slaves were also part of their wealth - Taking a sum of money from the private treasury to the national treasury, the tens of thousands of slaves will be privately owned by Garland.
However, Garland did not intend to free these slaves directly.
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The previously freed slaves risked their lives to help siege the city and make great achievements, only to be able to abolish their slave status.
If these latter slaves can easily abolish their slave status without doing anything, such an easy thing will not only not cherish themselves, but will also arouse the dissatisfaction of the former slaves who have been freed.
Therefore, Garland stipulates that these slaves must first participate in the construction of projects in various places as slaves, and record the amount of wages that each person does every day, and when the recorded wages are accumulated to the amount of money spent on purchasing him. At that time, the person will be released from his status as a slave, and from then on he will be able to work as a civilian and get paid like everyone else.
Therefore, as long as they work hard, those who are industrious will be freed from slavery and become paid commoners in about five or six years.
As for those lazy people who like to be lazy, just be slaves for a lifetime.
There hasn't been a lot of government affairs lately, so Garland has been relatively relaxed these days.
The palace was very calm, and the female officer was in a good mood.
A week ago, both Huymos and Kaijos took the army to a special training camp outside the city, saying that they wanted to further train the soldiers.
Also as the Central Corps, the 1st Corps and the 3rd Corps have been competing in different ways.
Not to mention fighting, even in ordinary training, you have to compete.
On this day, Garlan successfully ended his political affairs in the morning and got a half-day rest.
After having a short rest after lunch, he went to the private training ground on the side of the palace and practiced with several guards.
Although there will be fewer opportunities to go to the battlefield in the future, he does not intend to waste his martial arts.
Even if he can't do the perverted masochistic workouts without interruption every day like Heimos, he can still do it by visiting the training ground every few days.
He was sweating all over, and although he was very tired, his muscles and bones moved, and he felt a lot more comfortable.
Then, he went to the hot spring in the back to soak comfortably for a long time, until he felt a little drowsy, then he got up lazily and let the maid dry his hair for him.
It was already late at night, and with a sleepy look on his face, Garlan returned to his dormitory, planning to lie down on the bed and fall asleep.
However, there was already someone in the room.
As soon as he entered, he saw the handsome black-haired man sitting by the window looking up at him.
It seems to have climbed over the wall and sneaked in secretly.
This habit of Heimos is probably impossible to change.
Garlan thought, first raised his hand and stretched out, yawned, and then walked over.
He was drowsy and didn't realize that Heimos had been staring at him since he entered the room.
Because he planned to sleep directly, Garlan was wearing an extremely loose nightgown.
The shoulders were loose, and the light reflected, reflecting a moist luster on the youth's delicate clavicle skin.
When he raised his hand and stretched, the small half of his body under his armpit was exposed from the loose short robe.
That half body line showed in the dark night with an extremely graceful arc.
Just after soaking in the hot spring, Garlan's skin was still emitting a faint mist, and in the dark night, it became more and more tender and white, and people couldn't help but think what a wonderful touch it would be to touch with a finger.
The long, golden hair fell down, covering most of the skin on his side.
But it is this looming feeling under the hair, which makes people more and more alluring.
Heimos' Adam's apple wriggled slightly.
"Aren't you at the special training camp? Why are you here?"
The clear voice of the boy rang in the room.
"… suddenly wanted to see you."
Heimos replied, in as calm a tone as possible.
He lowered his eyes.
Dark eyelashes concealed the restlessness in his eyes.
Casting his eyes down, he wanted to stare at the ground, soothing the throbbing surging from the depths of his body.
In the presence of Garlan, he never dared to believe his extremely fragile self-control.
But his eyes moved down an inch, and then he paused again and couldn't move away again.
Probably because the weather was too hot, Garlan was wearing a short robe with a short hem that could barely cover his thighs.
Under the short robe, there are a pair of straight and slender legs, which are surrounded by the night, because its white and tender complexion is more conspicuous in the dark night.
Although the boy is not tall, his legs appear to be very long.
From the slender ankles to the slightly sunken leg sockets, the arcs outlined by the smooth lines all carry the youthful body and beauty that is unique to him.
Heimos swallowed almost instinctively.
The restlessness in the depths of the body is growing.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to turn his head, and cast his eyes out of the window, only to forcefully suppress the evil fire in his heart.
But even if he looked away, those white and slender legs seemed to be branded in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them.
And Gallan, who knew nothing of the man's agitation at the moment, walked up to Heimos unprepared, and followed Heimos's gaze to look out the window.
He saw the hyacinth bushes swaying gently by the pool under the night.
He suddenly remembered the night he thought Heimos had died, sitting among the hyacinths and dropping a tear in the pond.
Garland's face suddenly became hot.
Fortunately, no one knew about it, and even Nega, the big lion next to him, was too drunk to see it.
But even if he knew that it was impossible for Heimos to know about this, seeing Heimos staring at it all the time, Garlan always felt inexplicably a little guilty.
So he simply stretched out his hand and directly squeezed Heimos's chin with his right hand and turned it towards himself.
"What are you looking at? There's nothing over there."
Although he turned his head and looked calmly staring at the hyacinth flowers outside, Heimos, who was actually agitated by the picture in his mind, was not prepared, so Garlan turned his head around.
His gaze fell on the boy beside him again.
Gallan's height may not be very high, but his body proportions are very good. He looks slender but not thin. Although his muscles are only a thin layer, he does not have any excess fat on his body, and every inch of skin is tight. To.
The loose clothes were tucked at the waist, and a waist rope of gold strands was casually tied to outline the boy's waist.
That slender waist makes people feel the urge to reach out and hold it.
So Heimos did just that.
He reached out and grabbed Garlan's waist.
The cloth is soft, but the skin under the thin layer of cloth is softer.
he thinks.
If not through this thin layer of cloth...
The body is restless, almost painful, and it is impossible to calm down without doing something.
Heimos bowed his head.
His chin was still being pinched by Garlan, but he didn't care, but took advantage of this opportunity to lean over and kiss Garlan.
The restlessness in his body seemed to subside a little when he held those soft lips.
However, that was just drinking poison to quench thirst.
The strong rebound came violently, filling the whole body almost in an instant, like poison boiling in the blood of his body.
Sweet, yet utterly dangerous.
It burned him almost into madness.
The lower body has been tense to the point of almost pain.
He almost forgot everything, and only felt a little bit of himself where his lips and teeth touched.
He felt like a dying person who was about to drown in poison, and the boy in his arms was his only antidote and redemption.
…
He was suddenly kissed recklessly by the other party with almost fierce movements, and his lips were tightly blocked. The man's raging kiss seemed to take away all the oxygen remaining in his mouth.
The feeling of being plundered so that he couldn't breathe made Garlan a little dizzy.
Just as he was about to take a breath, he suddenly felt light, and he was picked up by Heimos.
Before he could react, others had already fallen on the soft bed.
The man who laid him down on the bed had his arms on either side of his head, his tall body covering him.
Heimos's arms and body seemed to form a prison that trapped him.
The moonlight shone down from the skylight, and under the backlight, the shadow of the man almost shrouded him.
Garlan opened his eyes wide and looked at the person above in astonishment, feeling a little dazed for a while.
The moonlight is like water, as if flowing down from the void.
The shimmering blond hair was spread out on the snow-white bed.
Heimos stared at the boy below him.
Garlan's skin was originally fair, and at this moment, the moonlight was reflected, and it seemed to be glowing in the dark night, tender and fresh.
And because Garlan had just taken a shower and was hot, his fair skin was dyed a little moist pink, just like a pink peach, which looked unusually delicious.
Under the light, there was still a little trace of hot skin in the air, and the traces of scattered water mist were rippling in the air.
Garlan raised his head and looked at Heimos with his clean and clear golden eyes, revealing a trace of confusion.
But this confusion made Heimos's breathing quicker.
The blood is strained.
He felt his heart beating wildly.
The self-control that has always been vulnerable in front of this person has already collapsed in a mess.
Everything is out of control.
Except for the person in front of him, he can't see anything, can't think of anything.
Under the moonlight, the beautiful young man with bright eyes and white teeth looked at him in confusion.
The tip of the golden hair on his forehead oozes a little water mark, which slides down from the corner of the eye, like a tear, which makes people feel tight.
Alluring to the extreme.
It's so tempting that you can't wait to swallow the person in your arms into your belly one by one and devour it completely.
Because Heimos looked too aggressive at the moment, Garlan, who instinctively felt the danger, stretched out his hand and tried to push him away from him.
"He..."
Pushing his hand on the other's shoulder, he wanted to sit up.
Because he was already being pressed by Heimos, as soon as he raised his leg, he would naturally go up, inevitably hitting the opponent's leg.
The legs of the two of them overlapped almost seamlessly.
At this moment, the name that had not been called out was stuck in his throat.
Garlan's entire body was petrified.
He stared blankly at Heimos, his thighs were so stiff that he couldn't move, and his mind became a mess.
Heimos looked down at the boy who froze under him.
His eyes were golden red, always with the sharpness of a blade.
But at this moment, the red in his pupils seemed to seep out a little bit, dyeing the corners of his eyes.
There seemed to be a flame of desire burning in his eyes, burning the corners of his eyes red.