A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The two of them trudged along the way. The mountain road was not easy to walk in the first place, and now it was full of potholes and fallen trees. Not to mention that they were carrying a tall noble man on their shoulders. The speed could not be slowed down, even when they took a break. No, otherwise the pursuers behind will catch up.

Even though Shulos is physically strong, he was quite exhausted this time.

Ah~~This feeling of officers and soldiers chasing after him is really exciting. He doesn't know how long he hasn't experienced this feeling of rapid heartbeat.

He thought about it with such joy in his heart.

After a lot of effort, the two finally climbed up to the waterfall out of breath.

The bard who always paid great attention to his handsome appearance could no longer care about his own image at this moment. He threw the noble man on his shoulders to the ground, then sat down on the ground, put his hands on the ground, raised his head and breathed heavily. Get angry.

The nobleman who was thrown to the ground groaned and then woke up slowly.

When he opened his eyes, he saw unfamiliar people and environment. He looked around in confusion at first, and then the memory slowly returned to his mind.

Anger appeared on his face, but with the anger in his heart, he barely maintained the dignity of a nobleman. He did not yell, but stood up, straightened his messy clothes, and then , his eyes glanced coldly over Garlan and the sitting Shulos.

"You lowly people, I will never forgive you."

he said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword suddenly stretched out, and the tip of the sword touched his chest, making him freeze immediately.

"I don't know if you forgive me or not. What I know is that your noble life is now in the hands of a lowly person like me."

Shulos, who was still sitting on the ground, casually pressed his sword against the noble man's chest and raised his eyebrows.

"How dare you do this to me-"

The noble man's chest heaved violently with anger.

Shulos glanced lazily at the nobleman who looked in disbelief.

"Okay, you won't let us go anyway. If we let you go now, you will die. If you are punished with a higher crime, you will die. It's fine. So, noble sir, do you understand the current situation?"

The noble man's expression changed several times in succession. He was overwhelmed by anger at first and quickly calmed down. After scanning the current situation, he suddenly changed his tone.

"As long as you let me go now and escort me home, I will consider forgiving you for your offense against me."

"Tsk, tsk, 'will consider', so you nobles like to say such specious words to fool people."

The man's eyes darkened, knowing that the bard in front of him was not someone easy to deceive. He hesitated, but still felt that his own safety was more important.

He said in a deep voice: "Okay, I can swear that as long as you send me back safely, I can forget about it."

Shulos smiled and wanted to tease the noble lord, but Garlan, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke.

"The pursuers are coming, let's go."

Shulos' smile faded, he stopped talking to the noble man, stood up, and unceremoniously stretched out his hand to drag the man forward and continue walking forward.

"You—you, a lowly commoner, how dare you be so presumptuous to me—"

The noble who had been holding back was treated like this for the first time. He felt that he had suffered a huge insult and was trembling with anger. However, he could not break free from Shulos' hand and could only be dragged away in embarrassment by force.

"You will regret it!"

No one paid attention to his threats. Shulos was already a dead pig and was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He had reached this point and was facing a death penalty. Could this nobleman let him go just because he was coaxing and supporting him now?

The sound of rumbling water came, and the group finally arrived at their destination.

The extremely angry noble man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he was startled when he saw the current appearance of the waterfall. He reacted quickly. After being stunned for a few seconds, he immediately turned back to look at the visible Tweilur City at the foot of the mountain. An extremely ugly look appeared on his face.

As for the city guard captain and soldiers who had finally caught up, they were panting along the way and shouting for Garlan and the others to let go of the hostages. Now when they saw the blocked waterfall, they were all shocked. shocked.

The soldiers whose brains were not fast enough to react were startled, and continued to shout at Garlan and the others. However, some of the soldiers who were quick-thinking, such as the city gate guard, his face had turned from white to blue, and the corners of his eyes were twitching.

If these accumulated rocks and soil are blocked and washed down by a large amount of flood water...

Just imagining it made him feel like his heart was about to stop beating.

[The waterfall in the Tweilur Mountains was blocked by rocks shaken by the earthquake, and a flash flood will soon erupt——]

The captain of the city gate guard subconsciously turned his attention to the blond boy who shouted this to him.

The young man stood on the rock above, looking down at him with a calm expression. He was obviously wearing rough civilian clothes, but for some reason it put a great pressure on him, as if he was looking down on him from a high place.

The city gate guard felt a little out of breath for a long time.

If this boy hadn't kidnapped the noble...

If he hadn't been forced to save someone and had to chase him...

When the flood breaks out, no one in Tweilur City will be able to escape. Regardless of rich or poor, everyone will be submerged in the mudslide and die without any body parts.

Including himself.

The noble man was obviously still immersed in the horrific consequences he had imagined, and remained silent for a while.

He was looking at the waterfall in trance when someone tapped him on the shoulder. The young man who tapped him said, "Sorry, I can only borrow you for a little bit in order to let you see it."

After the young man finished speaking, he pushed the noble man to the guard chief of the city gate.

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and report to Lord Kanile."

The young man yelled loudly, causing the city gate guard to wake up suddenly. He didn't even have time to answer the young man's words. After ordering several of his confidants to keep an eye on the waterfall, and to immediately light a bonfire and raise a smoke warning if there was any danger, he turned around and took the The remaining people hurried back.

The noble man now did not care about teaching the two people who had hijacked him, and ran downstairs in a hurry. You know, this blocked waterfall will collapse at any time, and his family and relatives are all in the city!

Watching their departing figures, Garlan and Shulos looked at each other and saw some relief on each other's faces.

Shulos sat on the ground and calmed his breathing.

As soon as the tense nerves that had been tense since the kidnapping of the nobles relaxed, he felt that all the strength in his body was gone.

Gallan, who was also very tired, sat down next to Shulos, put his head on his knees, and took a rest to regain his strength.

He didn't notice that in the shadow of the jungle not far away, there was a pair of eyes watching him deeply and quietly.

After resting for a few hours, someone came.

What Gallan didn't expect was that the Lord of Canile from Tweilur City actually came up the mountain in person.

At this moment, he was standing opposite Garlan.

It was a tall and burly man with white temples on both sides. But he has a strong body, thick and powerful arms, and no fat on his body. It is completely impossible to tell that he is an old man who has reached fifty years old.

The city lord walked with the strides of a dragon and a tiger. He climbed a mountain without showing a tired look on his face, and his back was as straight as a pine tree. He looked like he was a soldier, and he is still a soldier now. style.

There are not many wrinkles on his face, only the deep ones on his brows, which may be related to the fact that he keeps a straight face and smiles all year round.

At this moment, he glanced at the blocked waterfall in the distance and frowned deeply.

Then, his eyes swept around Garlan and Shulos, and finally landed on Garlan.

Lord Kalleni stared at Garlan, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, and his brows furrowed even more.

Garlan looked at him, his eyes calm and his expression even more calm.

The city lord stared at Garlan for a while, without saying anything, and looked away.

He turned around and loudly ordered something to the people following him. His voice was very loud and resounding.

Soon, he led everyone to climb to the top of the waterfall. After looking around, he made a decision after discussing it with several staff who were following him for a while. He is accustomed to acting vigorously and resolutely, and the groups of soldiers he brought have already moved quickly under his command.

"They're digging trenches."

Shulos, who was forgotten by the city lords and others, bumped Garlan's shoulder and whispered.

Under the command of those staff, the soldiers separated to different places and quickly started digging.

Looking at the sections assigned to each team, it can be seen that they want to dig out the section from the waterfall to a sloping crack in the distance, and guide the accumulated water to flow down the crack there.

In this way, even if the water rushes down, there may be a small flash flood, but it will not be directly facing Tweilur City. There seem to be only a few scattered small villages on that side. Just evacuate the people inside. .

"This is too much."

Shulos shook his head and said, "The crack is a bit far away from here. The ground here is hard and there are rocks underneath. It will take at least three days and three nights to dig like this. I don't know where it is blocked." How long can I last?”

However, not long after the bard finished speaking, he wisely retracted his words.

I saw a steady stream of people climbing up the mountain. Except for the soldiers, most of them were civilians. They carried hoes and axes on their own, and just climbed up huffing and puffing.

Then, under the orderly arrangements of the city lord's subordinates, these countless civilian teams joined the large team digging holes.

For a time, the usually inaccessible mountain was crowded with people. In order to protect their homes, everyone is digging hard and desperately. When they are tired and the speed is slow, they take a break.

When there were more people, the digging speed increased several times, and these civilians who were accustomed to doing rough work dug trenches much faster than the soldiers.

"It won't take three days, right?"

"Well, it shouldn't take that long..."

Garlan held back his laughter and slapped Shulos on the back hard.

"Come on, let's go help too."

"Gall, let me tell you, I am a bard. The hands given to me by the goddess Avdormir are used to play beautiful music, not to do such rough work!"

"Occasionally let your hands experience things other than playing the piano. Wouldn't it inspire you to create?"

"...It seems...there is some truth to it."

"Then let's go."

"Only for a while, just experience it for a while."

"Well, just for a moment."

The young man smiled and coaxed the bard into the work team.

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On the rocks above the waterfall, the gray-haired Lord of Kalleni City stood there, looking down at the trench being dug not far away.

There, the blond boy was mingling among the civilians, and together with the others, he was transporting the broken stones from the trench, making him covered in mud and looking dirty.

There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

A middle-aged man stood behind Kalleni, his most trusted confidant, and his eyes also fell on the young man.

The old city lord looked at him with a straight face for a long time, and his expression was not very good.

"Indecent."

He grunted heavily.

Although he has a noble status, he hangs out with those low-level people and even does the dirty and tiring menial work himself.

Seeing that scene, Kalleni felt it was really an eyesore. He stared at Gallan, with an unpleasant aura exuding all over his body.

Although he has an old-fashioned personality, a bad temper and a stubborn temper, he is as stone-like, but his eyes are sharp. Although he only saw him once many years ago, he recognized the Prince of Gallan at the first sight.

However, although he looked angry, he had no intention of stepping forward to take Garlan out.

The middle-aged staff member who stood behind him and understood his character suddenly laughed, and quickly held it back, otherwise the city lord would be in trouble when he turned around and saw him laughing.

Lord Kaleni was silent for a long time, and then he suddenly said: "Has that letter been sent to King Camos?"

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat.

He said: "Not yet, sir, because of the earthquake, I can't take care of it for the moment, so..."

"Okay, stop making excuses, I know you are delaying delivery on purpose."

Lord Kalleni waved his hand impatiently.

He paused and suddenly said, "Burn it."

"grown ups?"

This middle-aged man knew that because Mr. Kalleni had been on the battlefield for a long time before, he had always preferred His Majesty Heimos, who had great military achievements, and felt that a man with strong military power was more suitable to become the crown prince.

The Lord of Kaleni followed the late king in the north and south. It can be said that he grew up watching King Kamos. He had to leave the army when he was seriously injured to save the late king, so King Kamos has always respected him. .

This time he received news that King Camos planned to make Gallan the crown prince, so he wrote a letter to object.

"King Camos is not young anymore. He has been the king for so many years and he knows what he should and shouldn't do." Kalieni said, "I am an old guy who relies on my little affection to do many things. To interfere in things that you shouldn't interfere in is to rely on your old age and act like you are old. I am just a minister of His Majesty, and I must keep my discretion."

After saying this forcefully, he turned and left.

Looking at the back of the city lord, the middle-aged staff member suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He had long advised the city lord not to get involved in the crown prince's affairs. King Camos was very wise and acted in a measured way. Moreover, the city lord's status was already high enough, and he would not be involved in such matters. Not only does it do no good, it can also lead to trouble.

Someone happened to deliberately provoke the city lord to be prejudiced against Prince Gallan, so when he heard the news that Prince Gallan was going to be established as the crown prince, he decided to write a letter to oppose it.

He and other colleagues tried hard to persuade him for a long time, but the city lord was getting older and he became more stubborn as he got older, so he refused to listen to any advice. He had no choice but to reluctantly send someone to deliver the letter to the royal city. He just knew that it wouldn't take long, and he felt anxious.

It's okay now. It seems that the city lord has figured it out on his own.

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the young prince not far away.

Probably tired from moving rocks, the young man was sitting cross-legged on a flat ground to rest.

He was covered in dirt and his face was covered in dust, making him look gray.

He sat among the group of civilians, talking and laughing with them, and then took a rough wheat cake from a woman. He took a bite and showed a bright smile while eating.

His face was obviously dirty and dusty, but for some reason that smile seemed to be shining brightly, so bright that people couldn't help but focus their eyes on him.

What a strange prince.

The middle-aged staff member thought.

However, it is also very powerful to be able to change the stubborn Mr. Kaleni's decision.

…………

And in the distance, Garlan, who didn't know anyone was watching him, was trying to swallow the rough wheat cake, completely unaware that he had personally removed another obstacle for him to become the crown prince.

The author has something to say: The little prince who is always trying to cheat himself.