A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

As the days passed, perhaps because a large number of people who always liked to cause trouble behind the scenes were eliminated, another group of people who were evil-minded but not courageous also became honest, so this period of time was very peaceful.

Through the campaign at Karnal, the army had been reformed.

The trial implementation of the 'separation of powers' regime in the Royal City of Karnal has also gone very smoothly. It has basically captured all the power in the Royal City of Karnal and is gradually expanding outwards.

The Geshurs, who were defeated again, retreated. There seemed to be conflicts among themselves, and the long-lost peace came to the north.

Probably because they saw that Aaron Landis was gaining momentum recently, the Yi people in the east only harassed Aaron Landis on a small scale and did not take any major actions.

In the territory of Aaron Landis, everything is in ruins.

The construction of roads between cities is in full swing.

Large sums of money have been spent, and water conservancy projects have begun in cities that have been suffering from frequent floods due to overflowing rivers.

Small Solga temples have been built or are being built.

At the same time, taking advantage of the civil strife of the Gesu people and having no time to worry about it, city walls and the foundations of fortresses rose up one after another in the northern land...

Seriously short of manpower, Garlan spent a large sum of money to buy many slaves - all the wealth of the nobles who committed treason and conspiracy were confiscated to the central court and confiscated into the treasury, and their slaves were also part of their wealth. Part of it - a sum of money was taken from the private treasury and given to the national treasury, and the tens of thousands of slaves were privately owned by Garlan.

However, Garlan had no intention of directly liberating these slaves.

Rice rises and rice grudges fight rice and hatred.

Previously liberated slaves risked their lives to help siege the city and achieved great success, so that they could abolish their status as slaves.

If the slaves in the back can easily abolish their slave status without doing anything, not only will they not cherish such an easy thing, but it will also cause dissatisfaction among the slaves who have been liberated in the front.

Therefore, Garlan stipulated that these slaves must first participate in the construction of projects in various places as slaves. How much work each person did every day and how much wages they deserved were recorded. When the recorded wages accumulated to the money spent to purchase him, times, the person's status as a slave will be lifted, and from then on he can work as a civilian and receive wages like other people.

Therefore, as long as they work hard, those hard-working people can get rid of their slave status and become paid civilians in about five or six years.

As for those lazy people who like to goof off and live their lives, just be slaves for the rest of their lives.

There haven't been many government affairs recently, so Garlan has been relatively relaxed recently.

The palace was very peaceful, and the female official was in a good mood.

A week ago, both Heimos and Kayhos took their troops to a special training camp outside the city, saying that they wanted to further train the soldiers.

As the central army, the First Army and the Third Army have been competing in different ways.

Not to mention fighting, even normal training requires competition.

On this day, Garlan successfully ended today's political affairs in the morning and got half a day's rest.

After taking a short rest after lunch, he went to the private training ground on the side of the palace to practice with several guards.

Although there will be fewer opportunities to go to the battlefield in the future, he does not intend to let his martial arts skills go to waste.

Even if he couldn't perform perverted self-abuse exercises like Heimos did every day, he could still go to the training ground every few days.

He was sweating profusely. Although he was very tired, his muscles and bones were active and he felt much more relaxed.

Then, he went to the hot spring at the back and soaked comfortably for a long time. After feeling a little drowsy, he lazily got up and asked the maid to dry his hair.

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 that they have climbed over the wall and sneaked in secretly.

I'm afraid Heimos can't change this habit.

Garlan thought, first he stretched his hands, yawned, and then walked over.

He was so sleepy that he didn't realize that Heimos had been staring at him since he entered the room.

Because he planned to sleep directly, Garlan was currently wearing an extremely loose nightgown.

The shoulders were loose, and the light reflected the moist luster on the young man's delicate collarbone skin.

When he raised his hands and stretched, the small half of his body under the armpits was exposed from the loose short robe.

The half body line showed in the dark night in an extremely graceful arc.

Just after taking a bath in the hot spring, Garlan's skin was still exuding a faint mist, and it looked even more tender and white in the dark night. People couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would be when they touched it with their fingers.

The long golden hair was spread down, covering most of the skin on the sides.

But it's this looming feeling under the hair that makes it even more alluring.

Heymos' Adam's apple squirmed slightly.

"Aren't you at the special training camp? Why are you here?"

The boy's clear voice sounded in the room.

"...I suddenly want to take a look at you."

Heymos replied, in as calm a tone as possible.

He lowered his eyes.

Dark eyelashes covered the restlessness in his eyes.

Lowering his eyes downward, he wanted to stare at the ground to soothe the throbbing deep in his body.

In front of Garlan, he never dared to believe his extremely fragile self-control.

But his eyes moved down an inch, and then stopped again, unable to move away again.

Probably because the weather was too hot, Garlan wore a short robe with a very short hem that barely covered his thighs.

Under the short robe, there is a pair of straight and slender legs, which are surrounded by the night, because their white and tender skin color becomes more and 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 unique youthfulness and beauty of a young body.

Huymos swallowed almost instinctively.

The restlessness deep in the body is getting stronger and stronger.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to turn his head and cast his gaze out the window, and finally suppressed the evil fire in his heart.

But even if he looked away, those white and slender legs seemed to be imprinted on his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

Garlan, who knew nothing about the man's agitation at the moment, walked up to Heimos unprepared and followed Heimos's eyes and looked out the window.

He saw the hyacinth bush swaying gently beside the pool in the night.

He suddenly remembered the night when he thought Hermos was dead, when he sat among the hyacinth flowers and shed a tear in the pond.

Garlan's face suddenly felt hot.

Fortunately, no one knew about this. Even the big lion Nerga who was nearby was too drunk to see it.

But even though he knew that Heimos couldn't possibly know about this, looking at Heimos staring at it, Garlan still felt inexplicably guilty.

So he simply stretched out his hand, grabbed Heimos' chin with his right hand and turned it towards him.

"What are you looking at? There's nothing over there."

Although he turned his head and seemed to be staring calmly at the hyacinth flowers outside, in fact Heimos, who was aroused by the picture in his mind, was unprepared, and Garlan turned his head around.

His eyes once again fell on the young man beside him.

Gallan may not be very tall, but his body proportions are very good. He looks slender but not thin. Although there is only a thin layer of muscles, there is no extra fat on his body, and every inch of his skin is tight. To.

The loose clothes were gathered around the waist, and a gold twisted waist rope was tied casually to outline the young man's waist.

That slender waist makes one look at it and have the urge to reach out and hold it.

So Heimos did just that.

He reached out and held Garlan's waist.

The fabric is soft, but the skin underneath the thin layer of cloth is even softer.

he thinks.

If it weren't for this thin layer of cloth...

My body was agitated, almost painful, and it was impossible to calm down unless I did something.

Heimos lowered his head.

His jaw was still being pinched by Garlan, but he didn't care. Instead, he took this opportunity to lean over and kiss Garlan.

When he took those soft lips into his mouth, the restlessness in his body seemed to subside a little.

However, that is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

A strong rebound surged forward, filling his entire body almost instantly, like poison boiling in the blood of his body.

Sweet, yet dangerous in the extreme.

The fever drove him almost to madness.

The lower body was already so tight that it was almost painful.

He almost forgot everything. He could only feel a little bit of himself where his lips and teeth touched.

He felt like he was about to drown in poison, and the boy in his arms was his only antidote and salvation.

…

Suddenly he was kissed wantonly by the other person with almost ferocious movements, and his lips were tightly blocked. The man's ravaging kiss seemed to take away the remaining oxygen in his mouth.

The feeling of being robbed of everything to the point of being unable to breathe made Garlan a little dizzy.

Just as he was trying to catch his breath, he suddenly felt his body light up and was picked up by Heimos.

Before he could react, he had already fallen onto the soft bed.

The man who laid him down on the bed put his arms on both sides of his head, and his tall body covered him.

Huymos' arms and body seemed to form a prison that trapped him.

The moonlight shone down from the skylight, and under the backlight, the man's shadow almost enveloped his entire body.

Garlan opened his eyes wide and looked at the person above him in astonishment, feeling a little confused for a moment.

The moonlight is like water, as if flowing down from the void.

Her long, shimmering golden hair was spread out on the snow-white bed quilt.

Heimos stared at the boy below him.

Garlan's skin was already fair, but now it was reflecting the moonlight, and seemed to be glowing in the dark night, tender and tender.

And because Garlan had just taken a shower and was inhaled by the heat, his fair skin was dyed a moist pink, like a pink peach, and looked extremely delicious.

Under the light, the skin that still retains a little heat is leaving traces of dispersed mist in the air.

Garlan raised his head and looked at Heimos with his clean and clear golden eyes, showing a trace of confusion.

But this confusion made Heimos' breathing become more rapid.

The blood is brimming with blood.

He felt his heart beating wildly.

The self-control that had always been weak in front of this person had already collapsed into a mess.

Everything is out of control.

He could see nothing and think of nothing but the person in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the beautiful young man with bright eyes and white teeth looked at him in confusion.

A little water leaked from the golden hair on his forehead, sliding down from the corners of his eyes like tears, which made people's hearts tighten.

Tempting to the extreme.

It's so tempting that I wish I could swallow the person in my arms into my belly one by one, and devour them all.

Because Heimos looked too aggressive at the moment, Gallan, who instinctively sensed danger, reached out his hand and tried to push him away.

"He..."

Putting his hand on the other person's shoulder and pushing him, he tried to sit up.

Because he was already being held down by Heimos, as soon as he raised his leg, it would naturally move upward and inevitably touch the opponent's leg.

Their legs were intertwined with almost no gap.

The name that hadn't been spoken yet was stuck in his throat.

Garlan's whole body froze.

The hot and hard touch he felt on his crossed thighs made his mind go blank for a moment.

Heimos looked down at the boy who was frozen beneath him.

His eyes were golden red, always with a sharp edge like a blade.

But at this moment, the red color in his pupils seemed to seep out bit by bit, staining the corners of his eyes.

There seemed to be a flame called desire burning in his eyes, burning the corners of his eyes red.