A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Priests of Shamash, priests of the sun, impartial and impartial.

The requirements for Shamash priests have always been very strict. First of all, it must be of superior noble blood, and secondly, it must have rich knowledge and correct judgment on one thing.

The above are just the basics.

There is another mandatory requirement for becoming a priest of Shamash, that is - in addition to being able to go to the palace, you must also be able to go to the battlefield.

In front of the people, they must hold the staff as instructors to teach the people, as judges to rule on various cases, and as priests to hold sacrificial ceremonies. At the same time, they must pick up the staff on the battlefield to break the legs of the enemy and smash them. Into meatloaf...

Let's put it this way, the minimum requirement for a qualified Shamash priest is that he can at least fight five.

Shemuel is one of the most orthodox and outstanding Shamash priests.

In Garlan's memory, Shemuer always had an expressionless look, was strict and strict in dealing with things, and rarely revealed his emotions.

Even if...

Even when he said those words to him, the Shamash priest's expression was as motionless as a stone sculpture, and then he abandoned him without looking back.

That sentence……

[You can't beat Heimos. 】

At that time, when he was being pressed by Heimos step by step, when he was in danger, the mentor he trusted and relied on the most said to him like this, and then left him.

That was like the last straw, giving him the final fatal blow.

After the forces of the Shamash Temple led by Shemuel turned to Heimo, his power declined rapidly. More and more people followed the footsteps of Shemur, abandoned him and turned to Heimo. Sri Lanka.

After being defeated like a mountain, he was finally poisoned to death by Heimos.

When his whole body was burned by the poison and he was speechless in pain, in his last glance, he seemed to see that person. His mentor stood behind Heimos, looking down at him coldly, his emotionless eyes seeming to laugh at his naivety and stupidity.

He closed his eyes weakly, fell into darkness in unwillingness and regret, and died in the hands of Heymos once again.

When he was reborn for the fourth time, he actually wanted to ask Shermuer.

Why?

I regard you as a teacher and a father. You single-handedly brought up 'Garlan' and stayed with 'Garlan' for eight years. I always thought that even if everyone in the world would betray me, you would still be with me. around.

But why...

Later, he thought about it and realized that there was no need to ask.

The words Shermur said before leaving him had answered everything.

The man said, you can't beat Huymos.

You can't win.

This sentence seems like a prophecy, or maybe a curse.

………………

At the beginning of his fourth rebirth, he thought about revenge.

It’s just that he didn’t do that in the end, and couldn’t do that, because if he really took action against Shermer, in the eyes of others who didn’t know anything, it would be his fault, and it would make other people who followed him feel chilling and sad. shake. So in the end, he just gradually alienated Shermuer, and then found an excuse to transfer Shermuer away from him.

At first, he felt aggrieved, but as time passed, the anger and dissatisfaction gradually dissipated, and he calmed down and figured it out.

In his opinion, Shermer had betrayed him.

But in his own opinion, Shermer just made a choice that he thought was the most appropriate.

It is true that Shemuel was his mentor, but at the same time, this man was also the priest of Shamash, the priest of this country.

He just chose the latter between protecting a person and protecting a country.

The priest of Shamash is fair, calm and rational. He will not be swayed by personal emotions, so he chose the king he thought was more suitable.

Those so-called eight years...perhaps, for this person, there is no so-called personal relationship at all.

Garlan thought this way, his clenched hands slowly loosened, and the breath that was blocked in his chest slowly dissipated when he saw this person.

he thought calmly.

Since this person has no feelings, why should he worry about this person?

Anyway, in this life, they only have this kind of relationship between them today, and they are just passers-by.

Thinking this way, Garlan felt much more comfortable. He let out a long breath, jumped down from the stone bench, and then ran quickly to the middle of the hall.

Before he jumped down, the dozen teenagers or children who had been waiting in the main hall had already lined up on both sides in order. One by one, they came forward and respectfully took the hair from the Shamash priest and gave it to them. paper and pen, and then go back and sit down.

Everyone knows that the priests of Shamash are the most serious and stern, and they never show mercy. Even the naughtiest children dare not act presumptuously in front of them.

Therefore, when the priest did not speak, everyone was quiet, and the entire hall was silent.

The sound of snapping suddenly broke the silence.

That was the sound of running footsteps. Although it was not loud, it was extremely harsh in the silent hall at this moment.

The one who made the sound of running was Garlan running towards him.

Because he started to sit far away on the edge of the hall, and when he saw Xie Muer, he was in a daze again. When he came back to his senses, almost all the test papers in Xie Muer's hand had been handed out, leaving only One, obviously for him. So Garlan hurriedly ran over to collect the test papers. After all, even if he didn't intend to be the king's younger brother, he didn't want to do something so eye-catching as refusing to take the exam.

His biggest goal now is to keep a low profile.

Shermer stood there and waited quietly. He watched the unruly child who had left the group running over with his short legs. He frowned slightly, but still waited calmly. .

After the child ran up to him, he bent slightly and handed the last paper and pen in his hand to the child.

"You should wait here, not that place," he said.

Shermer patiently taught the child how to behave.

The child listened to his words and looked up at him. The palm-sized face has a pair of round almond-shaped eyes, and the pupils are like golden amber stained with clear water droplets from the Enkiea River. When the light falls in, it seems to shine with golden brilliance like the sun, so bright. It seems to penetrate into people's hearts.

The child's eyes are as bright as the sun in the sky.

As a priest of the Sun God, Shemu'er thought this in his heart. He felt a little less unhappy about this child's unruly behavior and felt a little more favorably.

However, just when his mental state had just changed a little bit, the child glanced at him, snorted suddenly, then turned his head away, ignored him, and grabbed the paper. The pen turned around and ran away.

Shermer: “…………”

For the first time in all the years he had been a priest of Shamash, he encountered a child who was scornful of him.

Especially in this situation, everyone knows that he has a lot of influence on Wang Di's choice. Other teenagers are well-behaved in front of him. He didn't expect that this kid whom he had a slight affection for would actually... …

…………

For some reason, he seemed a little... unhappy?

Of course, our Shamash Priest's face cannot tell his mood at this moment.

Forget it, why bother arguing with a kid who doesn't understand the rules?

With this thought in mind, he withdrew his gaze from the kid who ran away.

Shermer's eyes slowly swept over the dozen children who were sitting and reading the exam papers carefully. These were all descendants of the royal family from different regions.

The late king was poisoned a few years ago. As the only heir of the late king, the current king, King Camos, urgently succeeded to the throne and sat on the throne. However, the young king who first ascended the throne was not yet an adult, not even married, let alone having children.

The situation is very tense now, with enemies from abroad looking at him, and the country is in turmoil. King Camos is the only direct bloodline of the royal family left, and King Camos often fights abroad, and has experienced life and death on the battlefield.

Every time King Camos rushed to the battlefield, the ministers were frightened and had trouble sleeping and eating.

Everyone knows that once something happens to King Camos, the throne will immediately be vacant, and the kingdom that is already on the line on the cliff is likely to collapse entirely.

Therefore, in order to avoid accidents, the ministers decided after discussion that each minister would recommend a descendant of the collateral bloodline of the royal family, within the range of eight years old and less than fourteen years old.

Then he brought these young children to the royal capital, and asked King Camos to choose one of these children, consider him his younger brother, and teach him carefully. Before the birth of King Camos's heir, if something happens to King Camos, the king's younger brother will succeed him, so that the throne can continue to be passed down in the royal bloodline.

Of course, if King Camos has an heir, he can also make this well-educated younger brother the young prince's assistant minister.

Thinking of this, Shermer's fingers clenched slightly.

His eyes swept over these young children one by one seriously and carefully.

he thinks.

The best successor must be selected.

For the future of this kingdom.

…………

After finding a separate place to sit down, Garlan spread out the paper he had just received on the long bluestone table.

It was light yellow parchment and felt a bit hard. Because it had been rolled into a tube, the edges were still rolled even if it was unfolded. Dozens of questions were written in small letters on the parchment, obviously requiring them to answer them.

Is this a knowledge point test?

Garlan thought silently, picked up the snow-white quill, and looked at the rows of questions on it, feeling very worried.

He was definitely not worried about not being able to answer these questions.

What he was worried about was how many questions he should answer correctly.

These questions are all about the basic knowledge of this country, such as astronomy and geography. There are also some questions about how to deal with small things... These questions are very important to Gaia, who has been the king's younger brother for several years and has received formal education despite failing to compete for the throne. For Ireland, it's all very simple.

He could answer them all with his eyes closed.

I dare not say anything else, but among this group of children, he who opened the rebirth cheat is definitely a well-deserved top student.

But the point is, he can answer, but he can't.

What should I do if I accidentally get the number one answer? He had made up his mind not to enter the murky waters of the throne.

But handing in a blank paper seemed too conspicuous, so he thought it would be best to get a below-average grade... But the trouble was, he didn't know what the other people's grades were, so he was worried about how many questions he had to answer correctly. good.

While Garlan was hesitating, several servants came forward and placed the stone plate containing ink on everyone's table. So everyone who was looking at the parchment carefully started to take action, dipped in ink and began to answer the questions.

The empty hall was extremely quiet at the moment, and only the sound of rustling writing could be heard.

And when everyone was immersed in answering the questions, the blond child who was holding a quill and staring at the parchment in front of him with a wrinkled face was very conspicuous. Some people who saw the motionless child exchanged glances, and some turned back and whispered a few words.

Xie Mu'er, who was looking around at everyone, also saw it and frowned.

He thought for a moment, and if he remembered correctly, the person who recommended the child to come over was Simei, the palace administrator. That minister was very old and used to keep aloof from the world, and did not want to be involved in the matter of succession to the throne. Thinking about it this time, I just brought the child to make up the number.

Seeing the child staring at the parchment in front of him with a frown on his face, Shermer walked over slowly.

He stared into the child's eyes.

It was like the sun, with pure golden pupils that seemed to glow when they were opened wide.

Golden pupils are a symbol of the royal family and a symbol of inheriting the bloodline of the gods.

However, with the passage of long history, the royal bloodline has been more or less mixed with other bloodlines. In the current royal family, even King Camos, who is a direct bloodline, only has golden-brown pupils that are close to gold, and other royal bloodlines are Not to mention.

This was the first time that Shermer saw such pure golden pupils without any impurities.

[That is the bloodline of the gods, the descendant of gold, the supreme king who rules the earth. 】

[He has golden pupils, like the sun hanging high in the sky, allowing everyone to bathe in his brilliance. 】

He thought, it turned out to be just like what was recorded in the ancient books in the temple.

One look at her golden eyes is like seeing the sun in the sky.

Just when Shermer looked at those pure golden eyes, probably seeing him coming over, the child who was staring at the parchment in a daze moved quickly.

Maybe it was because Shermer felt nervous standing in front of him. The child's shoulders were tense and his hands and feet were extremely stiff. Holding the quill in his fingers, he hurriedly poked into the ink cartridge placed on the table, as if he wanted to quickly dip it in ink and write.

But he looked so panicked that he used too much force with his hand and jabbed the pen tip hard, causing the small ink cartridge to fly away.

And the ink cartridge that he poked out happened to be thrown towards Shermer who was standing in front of the table.

There was a splash, and dark ink splashed all over Shemuer.

The air in the entire hall was stagnant.

At this moment, there was silence.

The child who had gotten into a big trouble was immediately frightened, his eyes were dull, and he looked at Shermer with fear on his face.

…

In the diagonally opposite direction, a black-haired boy raised his head slightly and looked over.

From his position, with his eyes slightly lowered, he could see the frightened blond child hiding under the table with only half of his feet exposed. They were white, tender, small, with a little pink on the tips of his toes.

The little foot swayed, drew a circle quickly, paused, and drew a circle again. How could it be seen that its owner was in a happy mood at the moment, like a naughty and mischievous intruder? An arrogant little pet that still behaves in front of its owner after misfortune.

His golden-red eyes curved slightly, showing a slight smile. Heimos lowered his head and continued writing on the parchment.