The light of dawn lit up from the distant horizon, the night receded, and the scorching sun showed a little edge on the ground.
The early morning wind swept across the earth, carrying away the dew that rolled on the green leaves at night.
Tverul Mountain stands majestically on the ground, and at the top of the mountain, the majestic waterfall is still galloping, crashing down from the sky like the Milky Way, making a deafening roar.
Huge splashes of water splashed in the air, reflecting the rays of the rising sun.
The snow-white white deer stands on the top of the mist-shrouded mountain, and the surging water rushes down under its slender feet, hitting the rocks.
It stands firmly and quietly at the top of the waterfall.
It held its head high, and the white velvet on its slender neck glowed with a satin-like sheen in the light.
There was a humanized mournful look in its eyes.
The clear water-like eyes reflected the slowly rising sun on the horizon, and the scorching sun seemed to rise under its eyes.
White Deer closed his eyes.
A teardrop suddenly fell from the corner of his eye.
It turned and jumped off the high mountain.
In a few breaths, the white figure has disappeared in the depths of the dense green jungle.
Since then, no one has seen this white figure again.
The legendary white holy beast of the Tverul Mountains is no longer there.
Many years later, only ancient ballads and broken stone tablets still record the legend that that day, the white deer delivered the laurel branches to the young prince...
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It was dawn, and as soon as Tapti walked into the courtyard, he saw a huge golden figure lying in front of the door of the bedroom, scratching and scratching at the closed door.
The hollow carved door has been scratched in a mess by a pair of sharp claws of the big lion.
When she saw Tapti coming, Niega turned around and snorted at her, obviously asking Tapti to open the door and let him in.
The female officer couldn't help but laugh.
"Nega, if you sneak over again, Your Majesty will be angry."
She smiled and said to Nega.
But he still stepped forward and opened the door for Nega.
As soon as the door opened, Nega rushed in impatiently.
But it looked around the room and couldn't find anyone, so it leaned over to the big bed and sniffed.
Following the smell it smelled, it turned around and looked in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A gust of wind blew, and the veil covering the floor-to-ceiling windows was lifted high.
At the moment when the veil was flying, a figure standing outside appeared in front of Niega.
With a crisp sound, the glass cup with warm water in her hands fell to the ground and shattered.
Shards of pale green colored glass splattered on the ground.
Heimos stood on the large balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the wind-blown veil was blowing endlessly in front of him.
The dark forehead was scattered on his cheeks in a mess, and he lowered his head, making it impossible to see the expression on his face at the moment.
He just stood, lowered his head, and looked at Garlan, who was hugged by him.
Garlan leaned against Heimos's arms, his eyebrows stretched, like a snooze child, and the long golden hair that shimmered in the sun was scattered from the brown arm that Heimos was holding him.
He slept soundly and quietly.
Heimos walked into the room with Garland in his arms.
As he walked forward, the long hair that fell from his arm flashed a golden trail in the air.
Tapti froze in place.
She stared blankly at Garlan, she couldn't think of anything, couldn't say anything, her mind was blank at this moment.
A low roar broke the dead silence in the room, and the big lion, who had circled Heimos, approached Garlan and put his head on Garlan's shoulder.
Seeing that Gallan ignored it and still fell asleep in the arms of the man it didn't like, Niega groaned in grievance and displeasure.
It opened its mouth, bit Garlan's blond hair hanging in the air, and tugged gently.
In the past, when it bit Garland's hair, Garland would pretend to be angry, teach it a straight face, and punish it for eating less meat.
Every time.
But this time, it bit Garlan's hair and tugged it several times, but Garlan didn't respond.
"Ow?"
The big lion let go and snorted in confusion.
Seeing that Garland still ignored it, he snorted at Heimos again, as if asking.
Still no one answered it.
"Ow? Ow..."
The big lion snorted lowly, and after a few squeaks, he didn't know if he realized something and calmed down.
It stood quietly in front of Heimos, its huge eyes staring at Garlan in his arms without blinking.
Heimos lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the man in his arms.
Then, he raised his head and walked out with Garlan in his arms.
The door was open, and outside the door, he stared blankly at the maids and guards that Heimos had carried King Garlan out of, leaning over and kneeling on the ground.
They have understood something.
They bowed their heads sadly, their eyes filled with pain.
When Heimos walked out with Gallan in his arms, Nega stayed for a while and immediately chased out.
It also followed Heimos step by step, looking at the familiar blond hair swaying in front of it.
"Ow."
In the last dazed snort from Niega, who was chasing away, Tapti, who was still standing in the room, seemed to be unsteady, staggered a step, and slammed his back against the stone pillar behind him. .
She leaned against the stone pillar, lowered her head, and made no sound from her mouth, which was tightly covered by her hands.
Big tears welled up from her eyes, wetting the messy hair on her temples.
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The wind whistled past, to the far north, the borders of Tasdar.
The young general, who had just assumed office, suddenly turned his head, and his eyes crossed the sky to the southeast.
"What's wrong? Opada?"
"Nothing." Opada shook his head, he said, "just..."
Just what, he doesn't know.
It just came suddenly, and it felt like a needle had been pricked in the depths of my chest, and it hurt a bit.
He raised his hand and touched his chest. The azure blue gem that he had been hanging around his neck was no longer there, and he was sent to that warm and distant city.
In the hands of that bright boy.
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On the martial arts field of the palace, the sound of iron weapons kept pounding.
The long sword and silver spear collided heavily, and then separated.
As soon as the little princess raised her hand, she put away the silver gun skillfully, she gasped, sweat dripping from her cheeks.
She looked at the young knight commander, who was also panting and sweating violently, and asked him, "Are you going to see King Garland today?"
Novi didn't raise his eyes, just hummed.
He raised his hand and put the sword back into its sheath.
"Then I'll be with you too..."
Before the little princess could finish her words, suddenly, a majestic bell rang between heaven and earth
Loud and long, it spreads in all directions.
"The bell?"
The little princess who heard the bell for the first time here looked up suspiciously and looked at the sound.
A knock beside her made her look back again.
The long sword, which had not yet had time to be fully sheathed, lay quietly on the ground, but did not look down at the young knight commander who had always loved him like a treasure.
He stood there, looking at the direction of the sound of the bell with a blank expression.
…
Behind the golden palace stands a tall bell tower, which is the highest place in the entire palace and even the entire palace.
A huge ancient brass bell hangs high at the top of the bell tower.
It has been hung there for a long, long time, and it has gone through dozens of dynasties, and has precipitated a quaint and vicissitudes of life.
Its bells are powerful, loud and long, and can be heard for miles around.
The last time it sounded was five years ago.
When the majestic and long bell echoed between heaven and earth, the entire royal city was quiet.
Everyone in the royal city stopped what they were doing.
The people on the street turned their heads, the people in the house hurriedly opened the windows, and all eyes were on the tall clock tower standing behind the palace.
Everyone's face was full of astonishment, and their eyes were full of disbelief.
They stared blankly at the bell tower in the distance, suddenly thinking that they were in a dream.
But the bell was ringing, and a loud, deep voice swayed endlessly in the city.
One time, another time, it shook everyone's chest violently.
The bell was announcing to everyone that the young king they loved had been taken back to the kingdom of heaven by the gods.
The time of the entire Wangcheng seemed to stand still at this moment, and everyone stayed where they were.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally moved.
Someone leaned over and knelt on the ground.
It was like making an appointment, as if an invisible voice sounded in the bottom of my heart, and more and more people leaned over one by one and knelt on the ground.
After a while, no one was standing on the street.
Those at home also knelt in front of the open windows, clasping their hands on their chests.
Everyone bowed their heads deeply, facing the direction of the golden palace.
The huge royal city was completely silent, except for the bell, almost no other sound could be heard.
The sun shone down and fell on countless people who silently knelt on the ground and clasped their hands, with sad faces and closed eyes in prayer.
At this moment, the world seemed to be silent.
Only the solemn sound of the bell, one by one, still reverberated on the ground, with endless desolation.
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The bells are ringing, above the earth.
In the palace, the young guard stood in the courtyard, looking up at the direction of the clock tower.
His face was a little bewildered.
The bell rang.
He stood there blankly, remembering in a trance the first time he entered the palace as a bodyguard four years ago.
He still clearly remembered that evening, under the fiery red sunset, the young king lay asleep on the grass in the secluded courtyard.
At that time, the young king put a finger on his forehead and smiled at the panicked him.
'Go and deceive Xie Muer from me, this is the king's order. '
He should be an unattainable king, but his smile is bright and pure like a child.
Then, he used up his life's courage to deceive the high priest who was chasing after him.
Every time he thinks about it, he has a heart-pounding feeling. But he couldn't help but secretly had fun, secretly feeling that he could be proud of this incident for a lifetime.
pat.
The young guard lowered his head blankly and saw a drop of water on the back of his hand holding the hilt.
He raised his hand and felt that his face was wet with tears for some time.
He pressed his face and gritted his teeth.
He didn't know why he was crying, but he couldn't stop his tears.
He slowly bent his knees and fell to the ground.
…
my king.
May the gods have taken you to the kingdom of the gods.
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King of Garland
He ruled for five years and died of illness.
Loved by the public.
It is said that when the death knell rang, the entire royal city was plunged into endless pain.
Mourning cries were heard.
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On this day, it started to rain lightly.
It's not big, it's hazy, it's very shallow, it can wet people's temples.
On the high city wall, above an arrow tower, a dark-skinned military general sat cross-legged on the tile roof of the arrow tower.
The fine raindrops rustled on the tiles.
He raised his arm, and the pitch-black wine jar the size of a human head was lifted steadily by him.
He raised his head, directly facing the wine jar, and poured it into his mouth.
His throat kept squirming, and he swallowed the wine in big mouthfuls. The wine seeping from the corners of his lips wetted the messy beard and flowed down his neck, soaking the clothes on his chest.
Drinking too much, he suddenly choked and coughed violently.
He coughed a few times before he recovered, and put the wine jar by his side.
On the tile roof, behind him, there were two or three empty wine jars.
He pinched the wine jar with half a jar left beside him, but he didn't continue drinking it, just stared into the distance in a trance.
He looked at the opposite bank of the palace, in the direction of the royal tomb.
The fine raindrops fell on the dark face of the general, and suddenly, a melodious flute came from a distant place.
In the quiet rain curtain, the flute sounded long.
As a slave-born person, even now he has become a military commander with a high status, but Tewa never knew how to appreciate the so-called music and art.
But at this moment, that long flute inexplicably touched the saddest part of his heart.
Just listening to it for so long made his heart ache.
Hearing the sound of the flute, the corners of the rough military general's eyes turned red uncontrollably.
Wiping the rain off his face, Tewa jumped off the arrow tower with the wine jar and followed the sound. Not far along the city wall, he saw a young man standing in the drizzle.
It was an extremely handsome young man, dressed in the garb of a minstrel. Most of his body was wet. He looked like he had just come back in a hurry.
The black-haired bard stood quietly on the city wall, standing in the drizzle, facing the direction of the distant royal tomb.
At the end of the song, he put down his flute.
Through the hazy rain curtain, he quietly looked forward.
Tewa walked over.
"Blow what?"
he asked, taking another sip of wine.
"'The Burial Song'."
Schloss replied.
Funeral song.
According to legend, Avtomir lost her love, and the beautiful boy she was infatuated with was killed by a disease.
She hugged her beloved and wept bitterly, and her tears turned into crimson roses.
Her cry was like a song, and others just listened to it, and their hearts were broken, and they couldn't help crying.
Later generations wrote this song according to this legend.
"Slave General, you..." Calling out the title unconsciously, Shuloston paused, "Sorry, I offended, General Tewa."
"No, just call."
Tewa waved his hand.
"I might have been unhappy before, but now that I think about it, this title is the honor that King Gallan gave me... I'm proud of it."
As he spoke, he handed over the wine jar.
"So, let's call it that in the future."
Shulos didn't say anything else, and reached out to take the wine jar that Tewa handed over.
Drinking directly at the wine jar is not in line with his aesthetic sense.
He thought, then raised his head, opened his mouth, and drank it in one gulp, his wet black hair slipping out of the corner of his eyes.
In the drizzle, no one spoke any more, and the two of them drank the wine like this, quietly looking at the direction of the royal mausoleum.
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One of the two rivers that nurtured Aaron Landis, the Enki River runs through the entire royal city, and at its end falls from a high cliff to the sea.
On the other side of the golden palace, across the river, is the tomb of the deceased.
A river is the boundary between life and death.
Among the pure white royal tombs, the newest palace has been opened.
After each king of Aaron Landis ascended the throne, he would build his own palace in the royal tomb.
Some kings even spent decades building their palaces to be magnificent, and in the end, they didn't have time to complete them before they died.
Although he has only been in power for five years, Garlan's palace has long been completed.
Although he owns innumerable possessions, it only took two years to build his own royal tomb, which is the fastest and smallest palace among the royal tombs.
This exquisite and small white palace stands quietly in a corner of the royal tomb.
The green malachite sarcophagus has been sent into it and placed on the high platform at the end of the hall.
It was very quiet in the hall.
There are only a few people here, and not many people are qualified to enter this palace.
Heimos stood on the high platform, beside the malachite sarcophagus, with his hands on it.
Garlan lay quietly in the sarcophagus, his brows and eyes were as peaceful as sleep, but his complexion was pale and bloodless.
Heimos looked down at Garlan and had been looking at it for a long time.
No one knows how long he will continue to watch here.
Under the high platform of the sarcophagus, Xie Muer stood, holding a golden scepter in his right hand.
The high priest, who was always neatly dressed and meticulous, had his forehead hair scattered in the corners of his eyes, and there was still a little stubble left on the side of his chin.
The cuffs were stained with water, and the hem of the robe was splattered as he walked.
If it was normal, Xie Muer, who was seriously obsessed with cleanliness, would definitely not be able to bear it. But at this moment, he didn't realize it, he just stared blankly at the green sarcophagus above, his usual leanness and seriousness had already disappeared without a trace, and the whole person looked like a lost soul.
The blond knight stood silently by the side, and since the day the bell rang in the royal city, he never spoke again.
He was standing silently when a loud roar suddenly came from outside.
He looked up at the door subconsciously, and saw Sage, the head of the Royal Knights Order, standing at the door and shouting anxiously at him.
"Your Excellency Kaihos, the holy beast is out of control!"
Kaihos's heart skipped a beat.
Today, the prince was sent to the royal mausoleum, and Nega followed closely behind.
When they came in, Niega stood outside, motionless.
That lion roar just now...
Kaihos quickly rushed out of the palace gate, only to see the few royal knights who were smashed by the lions, and the back of Niega who ran away quickly.
Before he could think about it, he immediately chased after him.
Nega ran very fast, even if it was him, he could only follow behind, unable to catch up.
He followed behind Nega and chased to the end of the royal tomb.
It was a high seaside cliff, and the waves slapped the waves heavily under the cliff, making a huge whistling sound.
The wide Enki River falls into the sea from here, and where it rushes, divides the earth in two.
On the other side of the river bank, is the golden palace.
Standing on the cliff here, you can vaguely see the open-air courtyard facing the sea in the palace.
That was the place where Garlan liked to play with Nerga the most.
Kaihos caught up and saw Nega standing on the top of the cliff.
The golden lion stood in the misty drizzle, and the huge sea breeze blew from the sea, making its thick mane undulate like waves, rustling in the wind.
Nega stood quietly on the cliff, her huge head turned around, and looked at the palace on the other side of the river, as if she was remembering something.
"Nega."
Kaihos shouted Nega's name aloud.
The lion turned back and glanced at him.
Inexplicably, Kaihos's heart palpitated for a moment.
The lion on the cliff suddenly raised its head high, and a roar was deafening, resounding through the heavens and the earth, suppressing the surging waves under the sea cliff.
The roar seemed to tear apart the rain curtain, causing the earth to shake for a while.
After this roar, the lion bowed slightly.
"Nega!!!"
Cayhoes roared in disbelief.
This time, the lion never looked back at him.
It ran forward quickly, through the fine rain curtain, and ran on the high sea cliff.
Then, jump up.
It leaped high on the edge of the sea cliff, and a huge golden shadow arced high in the air.
There was a sound of waves crashing against the cliff under the sea cliff.
Kaihos stood there in a daze, for a long time, a long time.
The rain is still falling, and the drizzle is getting heavier a little bit.
He knelt down slowly, his hands on the ground.
The wet blond hair was scattered on his cheeks, he lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and his hands on the ground were shaking uncontrollably.
[Prince Gallan, from now on, I will be your guardian knight.]
The waves were still hitting the sea cliff, and the sound of the huge waves drowned out the cry of the knight kneeling on the cliff.
[I will protect you until you die.]