A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 299

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The altar in front of him was shattered.

The ground was shaking.

Everything around was shaking.

The huge obelisks that surrounded it in all directions kept bursting open, and one after another collapsed to the ground.

The huge ruins are collapsing and destroying little by little...

[… Time… It’s…]

The world fell into darkness.

The eyelashes move slightly, then slowly lift up.

Because the sunlight was too bright, I closed it again, blinked a few times, and then opened it again when I got used to it.

Garlan looked at the familiar roof and was dazed for a while.

He only vaguely remembered that he spent the night in the royal tomb, and when he came out, he saw Heimos waiting for him outside.

When Heimos reached out his hand, he subconsciously wanted to put his hand on it...

The memory was suddenly disconnected at this moment.

He seemed to be suddenly plunged into darkness.

But…

In the dark, he seemed to... see something...

Just as Garlan was thinking hard, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and stroked his cheek.

A figure loomed over him, blocking his vision.

Garlan came back to his senses, and the man who was leaning over him pressed his other hand on his side, completely enveloping him in his own shadow.

"... Garland?"

She shouted at him in a very soft and careful voice, like dealing with fragile glass, for fear that a little louder would hurt him.

Garlan raised his eyes and met the golden red eyes that looked down at him.

In the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on Heimos' face at the moment, but he could hear the tension and anxiety in the man's voice.

He raised his right hand, held the hand that was stroking his cheek, and smiled at the person on him with a slight corner of his eyes.

"I'm very good."

Garland said, then moved, and wanted to sit up.

Just as he propped up halfway, a pair of hands supported him and helped him sit up.

"Don't get out of bed yet, you still have a fever."

Garlan froze for a moment, raised his hand and touched his forehead.

It does get a little hot, but only a little bit.

However, he didn't feel much, except that he was a little tired, and his body didn't feel uncomfortable. It was probably just a low-grade fever caused by being too tired.

After all, during this period of time, it was the Flower Royal Festival, the election of the concubine, the visit of the little princess Elson, and the preparation of the festival of the gods at the same time. Dazed.

After I finally solved all the problems, I relaxed and stayed up all night, and I immediately released all the exhaustion from my body.

Ah, at that time, Xi Muer and the others seemed to be there.

Too bad, he will definitely be taught a lesson by him again.

"prince!"

When Garlan turned his head, he saw Tapti hurriedly running from the door.

The panic and nervous look on the female officer's face at this moment was really rare, and it made him stunned for a moment.

The female officer who hurried over put the medicine tray in her hand on the short table beside the bed, and reached out to hold Garlan's hand.

She knelt down beside the bed, holding his hand on the bed tightly with both hands, looking at him without blinking, showing an excited look.

"Prince, you finally woke up."

Looking at Tapti's unusual expression, Garlan glanced at the sky outside the window.

The bright sun was high in the sky, and it was still morning, not long after he lost his memory.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm too tired, I just fell asleep for an hour or two, you don't have to worry too much."

The female officer's expression froze.

"king… "

She paused, sober from her excitement, she finally realized that she had called the wrong name in a hurry.

"No, Your Majesty, you have been in a coma for the whole day."

"one day?"

for that long

Why did he think it was just a moment

Before he could think about it carefully, Heimos, who was beside him, had already spoken.

"Tapti, give me the decoction."

The female officer nodded, picked up the medicine bowl she had put down, and handed it to Heimos.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

After saying that, she walked out quickly.

Garlan, who didn't think he had been in a coma for so long, was still confused, and Heimos had already tasted the soup by himself.

It's warm and doesn't burn your mouth.

He scooped a spoonful and brought it to Garlan's mouth.

He said, "Open your mouth."

His voice was low, but soft and gentle, as if he was coaxing someone.

Garland wanted to say no, I'll do it myself, but when he met Heimos' eyes, he swallowed that sentence for some reason.

He opened his mouth obediently and let Heimos feed spoon after spoon.

so bitter.

Die of suffering.

He thought with a sad face.

After a few moments, Garlan finally couldn't stand this kind of delay, and directly stretched out his hand to grab the medicine from Heimos's hand, then raised his head and sighed.

After taking one breath, the bitter taste left in his mouth made Garlan grin.

He was about to ask Heimos if he had anything like candied fruit or sweet cakes, when suddenly his eyes darkened, and Heimos lowered his head and kissed him.

Heimos didn't kiss hard, as if he was afraid of breaking him, but it was very lingering. He licked his lips softly, and even a little black medicine mark on the corner of his lips was licked. go.

After a kiss, he carefully wrapped his arms in his arms again, not daring to use his arms, but he refused to let go.

It was as careful as a newborn baby, which made Garlan both angry and funny.

He couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Don't you think the medicine is bitter?"

Don't you feel the bitter taste of the medicine when you kiss him

Heimos wrapped Garland in his arms with both hands, watching Garland pat his arm, listening to the familiar voice, at this moment, he had a feeling of being alive.

He lowered his head, rubbing his chin in the hair of the man in his arms.

"That's when...you fell right in front of me..."

Having said that, Huymos suddenly stopped.

He didn't say anything, just held the person in his arms tighter and tighter.

He closed his eyes, driving the horrific image out of his mind, burying his face in the soft blonde hair.

The temperature from the place where his body touched Garlan melted little by little the chill oozing from the depths of his body.

At that time, watching Garlan suddenly collapse in front of his eyes.

Although his body subconsciously caught Garlan, his mind was blank.

Everything that happened after that, he just did it instinctively.

Before Garlan woke up, before those golden eyes opened to stare at him, Heimos had an unreal feeling as if he was isolated from the world.

That feeling, like being abandoned by the whole world.

The chill seemed to come from the deepest part of the body and penetrated into the bone marrow.

He never wanted to experience it a second time.

Although Heimos did not continue, Garlan also felt a strong, almost substantive sense of unease emanating from the man who was holding him.

He thought for a while, raised his head, raised his hand and touched Heimos' cheek.

The man who was soothingly touched his cheeks looked down at him, his eyes indescribably tender.

Garlan was hugged by Heimos, his head rested on Heimos's chest, and in a blink of an eye, he looked at the brown side neck exposed from the front of his shirt, and leaned over and kissed.

As soon as he kissed, he felt Heimos's shoulders trembling slightly.

Originally, I just wanted to kiss the big black wolf to appease him, but I was too lazy to raise my head to kiss him, so I kissed the side of the neck, but unexpectedly got such an interesting reaction.

Immediately, Garlan became playful, and he breathed softly on the place he had kissed just now.

Not surprisingly, Heimos' shoulders stiffened again.

A hand was raised and wrapped around his head, coaxing him in a low voice: "Don't make trouble."

Garland nestled in Heimos' arms, looking up at Heimos and smiling.

Heimos seemed helpless, and looked at Garlan with connivance in his eyes.

He lowered his head, pressed against the forehead of the person in his arms, and rubbed the tip of each other's nose.

He looked at Garland with a soft look.

Just when Heimos was teased by Garlan, and the tense breath around his body finally relaxed and slowed down, a coughing sound came from beside him.

High Priest Shamash, who had just entered the door and bumped into the scene, had a gloomy face and coughed several times loudly.

Seeing that even if Heimos turned his head to see himself, he did not let go of the hands holding Garlan, his face was even worse, and he stared directly at Heimos.

Garlan patted the arm Heimos put his arms around him, and Heimos glanced down at him before letting go of his hand reluctantly.

At this moment, the female officer also walked in with the doctor, followed by the one-eyed knight, his eyes fixed on Garlan on the bed.

After confirming that Garlan's expression was not bad, Kaihos's tense face relaxed a little.

The bedroom was quiet, no one spoke, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the doctor who was examining Garlan's body.

The old doctor, who has served the royal family since the generation of King Camos' father, has obviously experienced countless big scenes. Under the eyes of everyone, he is not nervous at all. Garland examines his body.

Those slow movements made everyone who wanted to know the result as soon as possible anxious, but they didn't dare to rush, and a group of people could only watch.

After a while, the old doctor laughed.

"It's no big deal, it's just that I was too tired and didn't get enough sleep during this time, so I suddenly fell asleep."

He looked at Garlan and said earnestly,

"Your Majesty, although you are still young, you can't just rely on your youth not to take your body seriously."

As the royal physician of the royal family, the old doctor also watched Gallan grow up since he was a child, so even if Gallan became king, he still habitually spoke to Gallan with a bit of a lesson in tone.

"But he still has a fever."

Heimos said with a frown.

"It's been down a lot. It's good to rest for a while."

The old doctor looked directly at Xi Muer, and named and criticized the high priest who was always sternly urging Garlan to be diligent in political affairs.

"Politics cannot be finished. Occasionally, you have to let His Majesty rest for a few days. Don't be too strict with His Majesty, Your High Priest."

Xie Muer's face stiffened, and he nodded stiffly.

"I see."

He originally wanted to reprimand Garlan for not paying attention to his body, but looking at Garlan, he still didn't say anything.

This account should be recorded first, and it will be discussed when His Majesty is in good health.

The high priest said so to himself in his heart.

In fact, he is also a little guilty. If he and the ministers hadn't forced Garlan to choose a concubine, and had to hold a flower festival before the festival of the gods, he wouldn't have made Garlan so tired.

At that time, looking at Garlan's appearance as he collapsed without making a sound, his mind was also buzzing, and the whole person was stunned.

After listening to the old doctor saying that it was okay, I eased up.

The old doctor's words finally let everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The depressing atmosphere in the bedroom that lasted for a day and a night finally eased.

Thanks to this fainting, Garlan obediently rested for a week under the strict order of the old doctor.

Fortunately, the festival of the gods has passed, and the enemy troops on the border have also retreated. Aaron Landis is peaceful and peaceful, and there are no urgent major matters.

For the first two or three days, Heimos stayed by Garlan's side almost without leaving an inch.

Even if Gallan's low-grade fever subsided the next day and the person recovered, he still spoiled Gallan like a glass man.

The stickiness made Xie Muer who bumped into him every now and then couldn't stand it, and with a cold face, he forcibly took Heimos away on the grounds that he needed Heimos to help with military affairs.

Garlan smiled and watched Heimos being escorted away by Xie Muer, and did not stop him.

If it were replaced by another king, he would definitely worry about whether these two high-ranking people would collude.

But here in Garland...

Heimos colluded with Schimuel

impossible.

Look at the high priest's disgusting look at Heimos, his eyebrows and eyebrows, and Heimos doesn't have a good face towards Xie Muer, plus Suojia is fanning the flames, colluding with this kind of It's impossible in this lifetime.

In this way, Garlan comfortably hid for a week of laziness.

Eat or sleep comfortably every day, or play with Nega, or let the guards accompany you to train martial arts.

It was a leisurely day like never before.

However, the days of vacation always passed quickly, and soon, he returned to his post.

Although Xie Muer and others helped him deal with most of the trivial matters, some important matters still had to be handled by Gallan himself.

After staying in the palace for a week, seeing that there was nothing serious about Garlan, Heimos finally felt relieved. As Garlan re-emerged in political affairs, he also left the city and went to the military camp outside the city to deal with the military affairs that were also piled up.

A few days passed in peace.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun made the earth hot, and more ice cubes were placed in the administrative room than usual to keep it cool.

It took a few days to finally settle the important political affairs that had accumulated last week. At this moment, Garlan was sitting on the malachite chair, gently turning the quill in his hand.

The edge of the quill's feathers was gilded with powdered gold, and when he turned, it flashed in the light.

Although Garlan's eyes fell on the parchment unfolded on the table, he was a little absent-minded at the moment.

He thought that he missed the last great court meeting. It seems that the matter between him and Heimos can only be announced at the great court meeting next week.

He was walking around here, turning the quill in his hand, and Xie Muer, who was standing below, could see it naturally.

The high priest sullenly coughed.

Garlan came back to his senses and smiled at the high priest who was staring at him.

Then, he withdrew his attention and read the document in front of him that sent a team of Shamash priests to Monar City to inspect the water conservancy project that had just been completed. He felt that there was no major problem. Going to write down the instructions on paper.

After writing a few words, he raised his hand, dipped it in ink, and was about to continue writing.

Suddenly, he was in a trance.

Garland looked at his hand.

The quill was light, only the weight of a feather, but his hand holding the quill was trembling slightly.

He couldn't control the shaking of his hands.

"king."

Someone is calling him.

"King Garland—"

But he couldn't hear clearly.

"Gal..."

The document in front of him, as well as the golden quill pen, and his hand holding the pen appeared in double images.

The double image kept shaking in front of his eyes, making him unable to see clearly.

Even when he walked up quickly and stood opposite the desk, Xi Muer became countless in his eyes.

The whole world seemed to be turned upside down in an instant.

[Time is up…]

[Fate... Unchangeable...]

The hand holding the quill fell heavily, the tip of the pen poked the ink cartridge on the table, and the entire ink cartridge was poked out.

Garland fell on the table.

The jet-black ink spilled from the ink cartridges splashed the high priest who was known to be obsessed with cleanliness while standing in front of the desk.

Amid the panic-stricken shouts of many ministers and attendants in the government room, the high priest's face turned pale.

The heart was beating violently.

There seemed to be something proclaiming to him, an unknown future.

In the training ground of the military camp outside the city, on a huge high platform, the scorching sun was like fire, and it seemed to set the earth on fire.

Under the scorching sun, Heimos stood on the high platform, his heavy sword pointed to the ground, his eyes were sharp, and his whole person exuded a powerful power.

More than a dozen knight commanders surrounded him, either holding long swords or silver spears, and everyone looked quite embarrassed. Sweat kept dripping from their chins, and they were panting violently.

They all wore a brass lion badge two-finger wide on their chests, which was the symbol of the thousand knights who commanded thousands of knights and was second only to the thousand knights under the cavalry commander.

However, even if these knight commanders, who were extremely powerful in the eyes of others, besieged Heimos together for an entire hour, they could not injure a single hair on the other side.

During the violent breathing, a young knight commander rushed up again unwillingly, and stabbed Heimos with the silver spear in his hand like lightning.

Heimos was about to dodge sideways, and his heavy sword was also raised, intending to slash the silver spear in the opponent's hand with one sword.

Suddenly, his heart jumped.

He was lost for a second.

The silver spear was picked up, and the sharp point of the spear brushed heavily from his shoulder.

The sleeve was torn, and the blood opening on the left arm splashed a bloodstain in the air.

The knight commander who stabbed this shot was taken aback and looked at Heimos in surprise.

Heimos stood, a bloodstain slowly flowing down his left arm, but he didn't realize it, he just turned his head suddenly, with a dazed gaze towards the golden palace standing in the distance.

Without warning, King Garlan fell into a coma again with a fever.

The old doctor came.

This time, he frowned and looked solemn.

The next day, King Garlan woke up.

Three days later, the low-grade fever subsided.

But the old doctor's face showed no sign of relaxation, and he stayed by King Garlan's side day and night.

In less than five days, King Garlan developed a low-grade fever again in his sleep and fell into a drowsiness.

This time, it was a full three days.

After waking up, the low-grade fever never subsided, and it took more than ten days to subside.

Then less than two days later, it relapsed again.

At the same time, once again fell into a long slumber.

Repeatedly, the condition became more and more serious, and King Garlan's body became increasingly weak and bedridden.

All the doctors in the palace consulted together, but they were at a loss and could not find the cause.

Afterwards, the high priest urgently summoned a well-known physician from the royal city to the palace for consultation, but still could not find out the illness that King Garlan suffered from.

Everyone is helpless.

Soon, King Gallan was suffering from an unknown strange disease, and news of his dying spread spread throughout Aaron Landis.

For a time, Aaron Landis panicked, and the people were worried and uneasy.