Although the sun is about to go down, the heat is still there, and even the wind blowing is still hot, and most of the people are wearing cool short clothes. However, Gore stood there with a feeling of falling into the ice cellar. The chill that came from the bottom of his heart spread throughout his internal organs, and it was so cold that he almost shivered.
His most beloved golden skein whip fell to the ground, stained with dirty soil, and he couldn't care less about it.
The blond child stood in front of him with a very cute smile on his fat baby face.
Gore felt black for a moment.
Done.
He is finished.
This is a trap! Must be a trap!
Prince Garland must have deliberately concealed his identity and played with himself! Otherwise, if he blew up his identity earlier, it would be too late to flatter himself, how would he dare to do something to the prince
Gore, who was speculating with great malice, did not expect that before Kaihos did not bring the guards, even if Gallan said that he was a prince, he would not believe it at all, and would only laugh and laugh. The kid was stunned.
Just when Gore's eyes turned black and his whole body went cold, the little prince let out a soft sigh, as if he had thought of something again, and then again revealed to Gore that others looked so cute, Gore look It made him smile again.
"Let me introduce you again."
Garlan grabbed Heimos beside him and dragged him over.
Then, pointing to Heimos, he said, "This is the 'bad boy' you just called."
He repeated what Gore had just scolded out of his mouth.
The child's smile is as bright as the sunset that is about to fall into the horizon at this moment.
"He is my brother, Prince Heimos."
As soon as Garlan's words fell, Gore fell to the ground.
At this time, his eyes were not black, but his mind was blank.
Only two words kept spinning in my head.
Done.
He's completely done-
Even if the matter of the slums had not been exposed, he actually intended to hold Prince Garland hostage and insulted Prince Heimos just now. These two incidents were enough to make him die ten or eight times.
He was slumped on the ground, his eyes were blank, and all his subordinates were like mourning concubines, kneeling on the ground and not daring to look up.
With a sudden and extremely inappropriate puff, the female knight next to her who was stunned finally couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
She was originally shocked because of Garlan's identity, but she was a little terrified because of her rudeness to the prince not long ago. At this time, when she looked at Garlan's expression, she was so cute that she couldn't bear it. Can't stop laughing.
If the little prince had ears and a tail, the ears must be moving excitedly at the moment, and the tail must be up to the sky, making people want to grab it hard.
Yes, screeching.
Fataya didn't know that Gallan's current appearance was more appropriate to use the word "pretend".
Obviously, the female knight was not alone in feeling this way.
Kaihos, who had stood up, lowered his head, the scattered blond hair blocked his eyes, but the corners of his mouth smiled faintly.
And Heimos, who was dragged by Garlan, had a soft gaze, and reached out and touched Garlan's head.
However, with the touch of his head, Gallan's dignified aura (thinks himself) was largely dispelled. Garlan glared at Heimos angrily, but thinking about it, it was almost done, and he could be considered a successful pretender.
… well, not perfect though.
Always feel like something is missing.
What's missing...
Garlan thought for a while, and finally understood what was missing.
Oops, the token is broken.
Garland thought regretfully.
When revealing his identity, if he can hold that token and swing it in front of this guy - his aura will be at least doubled.
Well, take a note and take note of this later.
The first time you pretend to be forced, the skills are not proficient enough, which is excusable.
Why don't you go back to King Camos and ask for a golden one, the golden one is more powerful and domineering, and it is not so easy to smash.
With this matter written down in his heart, Garlan completely lost interest in Gore, who was slumped on the ground, and turned to look at Fataya.
He said, "Sister Fataya..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Fataya knelt down in panic.
"His Royal Highness, please don't call me that."
Recalling that not long ago, she actually touched a prince's head and pinched the prince's cheek, she was terrified.
"Before... I was too rude before, please forgive me, Prince!"
Looking at Fataya's nervous appearance, Gallan didn't say much. After all, in this world, class is insurmountable.
"Though those actions were a little rude..."
Hanging Fataya's heart, he bent his eyes and smiled.
"However, you have been trying your best to protect me, so even if you have paid off the merits."
Fataya breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head in thanks, and stood up.
The matter came to an end, and the little black rat climbed up to the master's body and got into a small pocket hanging on the waist of Caijos. Caijos had put the cheese that rewarded it in it.
Huymos rode a horse with Garland in his arms, and Kejos rode closely beside him.
The majestic and mighty guards escorted the two princes in the middle and escorted them towards the inner city. Fataya followed on the horse he had recovered, looking at the guards with a bit of envy in his eyes.
If she can also be in this heroic army...
When they reached the gate of the inner city, the guards stopped. The guards in training were not allowed to enter the inner city of the royal city. Therefore, after escorting the prince to the gate, they had to return to the training ground immediately.
Next, the city guards will take over the task of guarding the prince, as well as the interrogation of criminals who intend to kidnap and murder the prince.
The city guard is divided into two parts, the east and the west. Fataya belongs to the east. Naturally, she will report to her boss first, and then bring the city guard from the east to take over.
Caijos did not return to the training grounds with the Guards.
His current status is the guardian knight of the prince, not a guard. He can participate in the special training because of the permission of King Camos. Therefore, he planned to escort the prince back to the palace first, and then return to the special training camp.
Hundreds of soldiers from the City Guard escorted the group of sinners to the direction of the Judgment Division, but many soldiers couldn't help peeking towards the center of the team.
At the center of the procession were their princes of Aaron Landis, many of whom were seeing both princes for the first time.
At this moment, Gallan was carried by Heimos and rode on the back of a horse, leaning against Heimos's arms, his long eyelashes hanging down, showing a somewhat sleepy look.
Running around for an afternoon today and experiencing so many things, his body is really tired as a child. Riding on the horse swaying, the embrace was so warm that he couldn't help but feel sleepy, leaning on Heimos's arms and dozing off.
The child was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, so he was so cute and well-behaved that he snuggled in his arms. Heimos softened his heart when he saw it. He held the reins with one hand and protected Garlan with the other. Avoid Garland from falling.
Turning his eyes, he suddenly stopped in one place, frowned, he reached out and grabbed Garlan's wrist and raised it.
"You are hurt?"
He stared at a cut on the inside of Garlan's arm and asked in a bad tone, "Who did it?"
Garlan, who was sleepy at first, was caught and questioned like this, and he suddenly woke up a little.
He looked up and saw the wound Heimos asked about. It was accidentally cut on his arm by the boy when he cut off his token bag with a knife, but the wound was not deep, just a shallow one. It had already scabbed over, leaving a pale pink line on his arm.
"Accidentally rubbed..."
Before Garlan could answer, his eyes widened suddenly.
He watched in astonishment as Heimos raised his arm just like that, bowed his head, and his thin lips fell on his wound.
The moist, warm thing that was licking at his wound would know what it was without even thinking about it, moving along his freshly scabbed wound, a little tingling and a little itchy to the touch.
Watching Heimos suddenly lowered his head and licked the wound on his arm, the stupid Garlan didn't react when he heard the former Fataya shout.
"Master Xicheng Guard, what are you trying to do!"
Fataya's shout made Garlan turn his head to look subconsciously, and he saw that in front of the city avenue, a group of soldiers also dressed as city guards stopped them, blocking their way.
The leading middle-aged man glanced at Fataya and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
As he spoke, he raised a roll of golden parchment in his hand, and with a shake of his hand, unfolded it in front of everyone.
"According to the command of the chief, the western part of our city guard was ordered to receive prisoners who intended to harm the prince."
Holding up the order, the captain of the West City Guard said, "Please hand over the prisoner to me."
In the wooden cage on the carriage, Gore, who was sitting in the cage in despair, raised his head abruptly at this moment, and his eyes that were originally dull once again had brilliance.
He looked at the West City Guard Chief expectantly, as if he couldn't wait to be taken over by him.
The person in charge of the western part of the city guard is the chief commander.
Fataya bit her lower lip. She turned her head and looked at the boss who led the team. Her boss was also dignified at the moment.
The trial division is under the jurisdiction of the chief chief. The chief chief gives an order to hand over prisoners. This is his authority. No one here at this moment can refute the chief chief's order.
However, Fataya knew that once these prisoners were handed over to the west of the city guard, it would be equivalent to a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.
"Master West City Guard! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the prince?"
She said angrily, "This is a madman who intends to hurt the prince. Naturally, the prince will interrogate him himself! What do you mean by blocking the prince's way and trying to take away the prisoner who hurt the prince?"
"His Royal Highness is naturally noble and cannot be blasphemed."
The Chief Guard of Xicheng replied, his tone was steady, neither humble nor arrogant, and watertight.
"I didn't mean to offend the prince, I was just carrying out the instructions of the chief secretary." He said, "Although the prince is noble, according to the law, he has no right to interfere with the duties of the judge."
He turned to Garlan, bowed his head slightly, and saluted the two princes.
"I was bent on performing official duties and offended the two princes. When the official duties were completed, I would go and ask the two princes for the crime."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head, held up the order issued by the chief director in his hand, and looked at the opposite side with a dignified and righteous face, not afraid of the powerful.
"Now, please hand over the prisoner to me immediately."
He said, the momentum is overwhelming.
"Here, no one can refute this order issued by the Chief Secretary!"
Fataya gritted his teeth, unwilling to the extreme.
But she couldn't think about it, she could only watch the soldiers on the opposite side come over, wanting to take in those prisoners.
"yes?"
A voice suddenly sounded from around the corner.
A dark horse came out of the corner, and the man on the horse continued.
"Chief Guard Xicheng, can you see me?"
The West City Guard Chief, who had an imposing face, shook his hand instantly, and the golden parchment in his hand fell to the ground.
But he couldn't care about the order that he valued so much just now, and quickly got off his horse and knelt on the ground.
A gust of wind blew, and with a squeak, the fiery red cloak flew up in the air reflecting the light of the setting sun, like a flame burning in the air.
The slightly curly brown hair swayed slightly in the wind, and the sturdy King Camos came on horseback, like a lion roaming majestically and proudly in his territory.
Those eyes that were as bright as charcoal fire swept away, and everyone dismounted, either in admiration or on their knees in horror, and Heimos also dismounted with Garland.
King Camos galloped to the front of the kneeling West City Guard.
He said, "Look, can I refute this order from the Chief Secretary?"
The Chief Guard of Xicheng did not answer. He knelt on the ground and lowered his head deeply. His forehead was almost pressed to the ground, and the large beads of sweat kept streaming down.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. The eyes of the king looking down at him were like sharp swords, stabbing him cold.
King Camos snorted lowly and ignored the man.
He turned his horse's head and walked to Garlan's side. When his eyes fell on Garlan, the majestic look on his face instantly disappeared.
He leaned over, picked up Garlan with both hands, and placed it on the horse in front of him.
"Garlan, have you had enough?"
Before he left the palace to find Garlan, King Kamos, who had a serious look on his face and said that he must scold Garlan for a meal, patted his younger brother's head with a smile and said, "Okay, go home with your brother. already."
He was talking when he suddenly saw the shallow scar on Garlan's arm.
Suddenly, the Lion King was not happy.
"What's the matter? Who hurt you?"
King Camos said while grabbing Garlan's hand.
Most people who have experienced the battlefield will habitually disinfect small wounds with saliva, and Camos is no exception.
He lowered his head almost habitually, sucking his little brother's wound.
"Brother Wang."
Garlan watched him suck at his wound and suddenly called out to him.
Camos raised his head, still holding Garlan's arm, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"no."
Garland shook his head.
"I meant to say."
He pointed to the wound on his arm and whispered, "Brother, you and Heimos kissed indirectly."
King Camos: "..."
Huymos: "..."
I didn't hear anything!
heard nothing!
This was the heartfelt cry of the blond knight who heard the little prince's words when he was so close.