The beautiful blond boy with picturesque eyebrows is like an elf incarnated by water and forest, sitting quietly on the grass, seemingly awake but not awake, it seems that the golden eyes are still a little hazy, like a golden mist covered with water. amber.
The figure of the person standing opposite was reflected in his eyes, his eyelashes blinked, the mist in his eyes receded a little, blinked again, and receded a little.
When that familiar figure was finally clearly reflected in his pupils, at that moment, Garlan's pupils contracted violently.
His eyes showed fear.
The young man was like a white deer who had just woken up from a deep sleep, but looked up and saw that the bow and arrow in the hands of the terrifying hunter had been aimed at him and was frightened.
Almost at the moment of seeing Heimos, he jumped up with one hand, and the other hand quickly touched his waist, as if he wanted to draw something from there—
But his hand felt empty.
The first second of his jumping up on one hand, he looked extremely strong, but the long fringes at the end of the sky blue belt tied around his waist scattered messily when he fell asleep, wrapping around his waist. on the calf and ankle.
He got up together, stepped on the tassels entwined with one foot, and stumbled under his feet.
puff.
I saw the beautiful blond boy who had been so picturesque just a second ago and fell down on the grass with a snap.
It doesn't look like it fell lightly.
Huymos: "..."
After a while, Garlan propped up his hands and knelt on the grass. As soon as he looked up, he could see a light red mark on his fair forehead, which was obviously hit just now.
In front of Garlan, Heimos still kept his posture of leaning over and stretching out his hand to pick it up.
It's just that Garlan just fell too fast and suddenly, even he didn't react, he just stretched out his hand in time.
Heimos kept his hand stretched out in half, looking at the blond boy who was sitting on the grass looking up at him, the blond boy whose forehead was red and the tip of his nose was red, he couldn't help laughing. .
He suddenly remembered a long time ago, when he first saw Garlan, when he was a child, Garlan also slammed down in front of him.
It really hasn't changed at all.
Even if the body grows up, it is still like a child.
Heimos thought so in his heart, and while he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, he continued to reach out, wanting Lagallan to stand up.
However, Garlan tilted his upper body back before his extended hand.
The movement seemed to be dodging his hand.
Heimos was stunned for a moment, and he saw Garlan looking up at his eyes, the pupils contracted slightly, revealing a deep vigilance, and even a trace of fear.
The boy's body was also tense, as if a frightened cub faced a terrifying enemy, a state of alert and ready to go.
"Are you... afraid of me?"
Subconsciously, Heimos asked this sentence.
He was stunned, and his chest was still a little heavy and a little stuffy.
Garlan still stared at him defensively, opening his lips as if he wanted to say something.
Suddenly, a loud roar shook the entire courtyard as if shaking.
Before Garlan could speak, he saw a huge figure roaring out of the jungle.
He was clearly huge, but he had a strong posture and ran fast. In just a few breaths, he swooped down with a loud roar.
Ferocious and powerful.
Heimos jumped back instinctively.
As soon as he retreated, the huge figure inserted in, blocking between him and Garlan.
It was a huge brown male lion. It was standing in front of Garland. It was tall and mighty, its huge eyes were wide open, and its thick dark brown mane flew like a fringe around its wide face, making it more and more Appears majestic.
Its mane is extremely thick, covering the head and neck, and even spreading to the back and abdomen, and the color becomes darker as it goes back, almost becoming brown-black. The huge body with the thick mane almost blocked the boy's entire body behind it.
At this moment, this imposing male lion stared at Heimos with its huge eyes like charcoal, and leaned slightly, his shoulders were tensed, and his fangs were exposed from his open mouth.
That terrifying appearance, as if the next second will rush over and bite Heimos's head.
If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have fallen to the ground and his feet were too soft to stand up, and incontinence would be possible.
However, Heimos, who was stared at by the lion, did not show a nervous expression. He did not even take a defensive or fighting posture, and just stood there with his hands down.
The giant roar of the lion just now didn't seem to have any effect on him. He just stood there with a hint of unhappiness in his eyes.
Instead, the boy who was guarded by the lion behind him was woken up by the roar.
"Uh... Nega?"
Garlan looked at the thick mane in front of him in astonishment, as if he saw something incredible.
His expression was like waking up from a dream, remembering what he had just done, his eyes rolled up and down, showing a panicked look like a child in trouble.
Fortunately, the huge body of the lion blocked him tightly, and Heimos didn't see his strange appearance at the moment.
The majestic male lion was roaring at Heimos, proud and majestic. At this moment, when he heard Garland calling his name behind him, he immediately turned around and threw Heimos who was facing off. behind.
Slightly short, its huge head with a thick mane lowered, leaned towards Gallan, rubbed coquettishly, and kept making low snoring sounds from its throat.
A big lion was as soft as a cat in front of the boy.
Garlan stretched his hand into the thick mane, hugged the big lion's head, and rubbed it a few times, making the big lion squint comfortably. Then, he looked up at Heimos, who was standing opposite.
He tilted his head slightly, with a look of doubt in his eyes, and looked at Heimos from top to bottom.
After looking at it, he asked softly with a hint of hesitation.
"… Heimos?"
Heimos raised his eyebrows at Garlan's words.
"Can't recognize it?"
He said, not only his eyes, but also a bit of displeasure in his tone.
"Uh... Because of the big changes, you are dressed like this again... "
The young man felt that something was wrong, and muttered in a low voice.
"I just woke up and was still confused. As soon as I woke up, there was a person who looked a little strange standing in front of me. Of course... um, I didn't recognize it all at once."
How could it not be recognized!
Garlan, who was trying his best to pretend to be innocent and puzzled, was shouting in the bottom of his heart at this moment.
Nothing has changed at all.
Exactly the same.
Except for the gloomy and cold demeanor, the whole person is exactly the same as Heimos in previous lives.
God knows that when he opened his eyes and saw 'Heimos' standing in front of him, his heart was almost torn apart, and the chills all over his body stood on end.
The first instinct was to take out the dagger to resist.
Nega roared and woke him up, which made Garlan, who was asleep and frightened, realize that now is not the previous life.
In this life, he has a good relationship with Heimos, and Heimos will not want to kill him at every turn.
Heimos looked down at his clothes.
Indeed, he is still wearing the daily attire of the Northern Legion, which is very different from the army attire in the royal city.
Thinking about it again, I don't know how many enemies I have killed in the four years of battle, and the bloody smell and evil spirit that I can't smell but feel can't be suppressed. In the awe-inspiring north and the army where the wind is like a knife, it is naturally not obvious, but in this gentle southern king city, the sharp edge is very dazzling.
…
But even so, he was still a little unhappy when he thought of the fear and alertness in Garlan's eyes just now looking at him.
Therefore, he stood on the spot and pursed his lips. His thin lips became sharper and sharper, and the sharp-edged aura around him in the soft southern king city became more and more sinister.
Even the big lion, who was hugged by Garlan, felt that kind of aura, and turned his head and roared threateningly at Heimos.
Gallan hurriedly smoothed Niega's hair, rubbed his head, and coaxed it back.
As for the suffocating aura that Heimos exudes, he can't scare him. After all, he has seen Heimos's cold and cold appearance ten times more terrifying than he is now. Now it's nothing at all.
At this moment, Garlan, who had found an excuse to fool the past, was relieved.
Pulling away the tassels of the belt that caught his feet, he stood up from the grass, raised his hand and patted Niega's head again.
Then he walked towards Heimos.
The olive tree crown swayed slightly, and the tiny white flowers rustled.
Stepping on the green grass with his snow-white bare feet, the boy walked towards Heimos.
When the breeze blew past, a few strands of gold fluttered softly in the air.
Garlan reached out to Heimos.
"Welcome back, Heimos."
He said, with a curved smile like the arc of a crescent moon.
Just like the smiling face of the child four years ago.
Time seems to have never changed the child's clean smile.
Just a smile, and a sentence, instantly made the sullenness in Heimos's heart melt away like white snow exposed to the sun.
He gave a low hum and held out his hand.
However, unlike Garlan, who only held out one hand.
Heimos's outstretched hands were extremely natural, and as a matter of course, he embraced Garlan in front of him.
The boy's slender body was embraced by his arms, he bowed his head slightly, the tip of his nose touched the velvety blond hair, and an indescribable, fresh breath like the forest of early spring penetrated the tip of his nose and penetrated into it. In his internal organs, the bloody aura that soaked his entire body was dispersed little by little.
The bright blond hair faintly carried the soft breath of the early spring sunshine, melting the cold air he brought from the north cleanly.
Holding this person in my arms, it seems that I have become clean and soft.
This good feeling made him not want to let go.
Originally, he just wanted to hold hands with Heimos, but Garlan, who was suddenly hugged by Heimos, blinked, thought about it, and let Heimos hug him obediently.
After all, he was still a little guilty and short of breath about the hostile attitude he suddenly showed to Heimos just now.
Moreover, Brother Camos also likes to hug him tightly every time he sees him when he returns from an expedition, rub against him, and even lift him up, still treating him as a child.
Forget it, he's used to it.
Thinking like this, Garlan obediently let Heimos hold him, and his eyes started rolling around when he was so bored.
As soon as he turned his gaze, he saw something familiar.
The lapis lazuli earring on Heimos' ear reflected a azure light in the sunlight.
Garland suddenly became a little embarrassed.
The familiar rough sculptor, the familiar crooked and twisted lines—it was so ugly that people couldn’t look straight—when it was carved, the corners of Xie Mu’er’s mouth twitched at first glance, and then he refused to look at it again. Its second glance, probably for fear of hurting the eyes.
To be honest, as a producer, he himself thought it was quite ugly, but how dare Heimos wear such ugly earrings on his ears all the time
… really courageous.
While thinking about it, Garlan raised his hand and poked the earring lightly with his fingertips.
"Do you like lapis lazuli so much?"
he asked curiously.
The earlobes were itchy from being poked, and even my heart seemed to be gently lifted by a feather.
Heimos smiled, and just as he was about to answer, his face suddenly froze.
The next second, he turned around abruptly.
He raised his hand and stopped Garlan behind him.
The black and red cloak was lifted high in the air the moment he turned around.
With his brows stunned, Heimos pulled out the long sword from his waist with lightning speed.
As soon as he raised his hand, the sharp blade turned an arc in the air.
Backhand sideways.
Keng!
I saw a heavy big sword slashed from behind Heimos, and it was on the blade that Heimos set up.
The sudden impact of the two sharp blades exploded a metallic spark.
The terrifying force that he had never encountered before made Heimos's arm suddenly sink.
"Brother Wang—?!"
Garlan's cry rang out from his side.
Heimos was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, what caught his eyes was the familiar face with deep eyes, high nose, and a firm outline, still a head of dark brown hair.
King Camos, who had not changed much from four years ago, raised his great sword, slung it over his shoulder, and grinned at his two king brothers.
Although the bronzed skin seemed to be darker and the arms were a little stronger, the face and chin were still clean and there was no stubble at all.
"Yes, the response is very fast."
The strong king carrying the great sword said so, and he didn't seem to be at all ashamed of his sneak attack from behind Heimos just now. Instead, he looked like a matter of course.
"Just right."
King Camos casually threw his beloved sword to a personal guard behind him, then drew a short sword from his waist, raised his eyebrows and looked at Heimos.
"Come on, let me see how much you've grown over the years."
His great sword was cast from adamantine meteorites, it was sharp, heavy and huge, and it was extremely dominant over other weapons.
Naturally he would not take advantage of this against the juniors.
Heimos took a deep look at King Camos, who had not seen him for a long time, without speaking, he answered with actions.
He held the long sword in front of him, his muscles tensed, ready to go, and he had already assumed a posture of confronting the enemy.
Garlan on the side: "..."
Hello, I haven't seen you for four years.
Is it really good to start a fight as soon as we meet
He was still complaining about it in his heart, and it was already ping-pong-pong there.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and a big fluffy head arched over from behind him, and the big lion who came over at some point rubbed his head, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.
So the young man turned his head and went to lick the big lion attentively.
So Nega was happy.
…
"Hey, don't keep staring at the prince, it's too rude."
The reminder from the colleagues around him made the young guard who had been staring at the blond prince suddenly wake up.
Holding the great sword thrown to him by King Camos, he lowered his head in panic.
"No, I'm very sorry." He stammered, "It's the first time I've seen it, so..."
"Also, you were transferred to His Majesty's side recently. It should be the first time that you have met His Highness Garlan." The older guard said, "Why, you are also a believer of Goddess Aphdomil?"
The young guard shook his head violently.
"No, I'm not." He quickly denied, "I just saw the rumored one for the first time... I felt very curious, so I was rude by accident."
As he spoke, he unconsciously shifted his gaze to the prince again.
He saw the huge male lion, which was frightening at first glance, was as docile as a kitten in front of the prince, which made him even more amazed.
"Well, rumors... yes."
The older guard laughed softly, then raised his head to look at Prince Garlan.
That was a well-known rumor in the royal city.
Those nobles and corrupt officials who have no bottom line, I don't know how many people have run into the hands of this prince over the years, and then they have bad luck.
In addition, many unjust, false and wrongful convictions over the past few years have also been brought to light in the hands of this prince, allowing many people to find their innocence and start their lives anew.
'The great sun god Shamash bestowed his wisdom and justice on the prince. '
'A lion sent to earth by Shamash to guard our wise prince of Aaron Landis. '
The people in the royal city are chanting it like this.
They called this young prince - [the wise prince].