A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Garlan scratched his head. From now on, it seemed that Kehos and Shulos, two people he had thought would have a common language, would never be able to get along well with each other.

However, a blessing in disguise was that the female officer Tapti's attitude towards Shulos became much better.

Although Shulos is not romantic by nature, over the years, he has developed the habit of talking sweetly to beautiful women when he sees them. Not to mention that he will not be able to change it in a short time. Even if he can change it, he wants to be a bard who will be famous throughout the ages. The poet guy won't change it either.

Therefore, after being beaten by Kehos all afternoon, Shulos returned to his usual butterfly appearance in the evening, chatting and laughing with the maids in the Gallan Palace as if his lips were covered with honey.

If it were in the past, Tapti would definitely drive such people out without mercy.

But now, the matron watched calmly as the bard fluttered his feathers.

In her opinion, no matter how happy the flower magpie is with its chirping, it just means that it is good at talking and does not have the guts to really do anything.

After all, he is a virgin in his late thirties.

Just when Tapti calmly ignored the bard who was playing the piano and singing songs to the maids, and handed a glass of freshly squeezed juice to Garlan, someone came in from outside.

As soon as the man arrived, the maids who were kneeling on the ground and happily listening to Shulos singing poems suddenly fell silent. They immediately stood up and bowed their heads respectfully and nervously.

Although Shulos didn't know who this person was, when he saw that the maids all looked frightened, he subconsciously stopped playing.

The originally lively room suddenly fell silent. Tapti subconsciously turned her head to look, and then a look of understanding appeared in her eyes, and she stepped forward to meet him.

"Your Excellency Shermuel."

She asked, "What's the matter with you coming here at this time?"

The priest of Shamash hummed, stretched out his hand, and handed a glass bottle in his hand to the female official.

"The ointment just made by the doctor."

"Ointment? But we still have a lot left here, so we don't need any more..."

"This is a new formula. The doctor just prepared it more than ten days ago. The effect is better than the previous one."

"I see."

The female official raised her hand and took the glass medicine bottle.

She smiled and said: "Your Excellency Xie Mu'er, you are interested."

Shemu'er hummed again. He seemed to have no intention of continuing to talk to Tapti. He directly looked at Garlan and then scanned his whole body up and down.

"Prince Garlan, how is your health?"

After scanning Garlan from top to bottom, he asked.

Garlan smiled at him.

"I am fine."

"That's good."

Shermur nodded, his eyes falling on Garlan's arm.

At this moment, Garlan was wearing a loose sleeveless robe, exposing his shoulders and arms. Because his skin was very white, the bruises on his arms were very conspicuous.

"Prince Garlan, although King Camos taught you a lesson, it was because you made a mistake. If you make a mistake, you will naturally be punished."

He said, "If you are dissatisfied with His Majesty because of this matter, it is very inappropriate."

The original intention of the priest of Shamash was to intercede with his majesty.

After all, in the past two days, the big lion king has been listless and listless, and even his appetite has suddenly dropped a lot. He sighs and sighs every day, which is annoying.

In fact, Shemu'er didn't care about King Camos's sad face, but what he couldn't bear was that the efficiency of King Camos in handling government affairs was actually much lower than usual.

That’s okay!

Therefore, Shermer decisively came to inquire about the news and said good things to King Camos.

However, the words that were clearly meant to intercede with King Camos came out of his mouth. The hard tone and the serious expression on his face sounded more like he was reprimanding Garlan.

Not to mention the corner of the female officer's mouth twitching slightly as she stood in the room still holding the glass medicine bottle, and the person who was eavesdropping outside scratched the wall with hatred.

"So, Prince Gallan, you cannot be dissatisfied with His Majesty, do you understand?"

After saying this, Xie Muer, who felt that he had finished speaking, coughed slightly.

"That's all I have to say."

Then, he turned around and left, leaving a room full of people staring at him.

The whole room was silent, and then the bard sitting next to him, holding the lute, spoke.

"Is he... coming to reprimand you on behalf of King Camos?"

he asked with a frown.

Garlan glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

Then, he put down the juice in his hand, stood up, and ran outside quickly.

…………

Just when Shemuer, who felt that he had successfully completed his task, was quickly walking out of the gate of Prince Gallan's palace, a hand suddenly stretched out from the oblique ground and grabbed his shoulder.

Shermur, who was suddenly attacked, subconsciously grabbed the hand and tried to fight back.

But when he raised his head, he saw his Majesty staring at him fiercely, and the eyes staring at him were about to burst into flames.

"Why are you here?"

You know, in the past two days, although King Camos was listless, he was determined not to take the initiative to see Garlan, saying that he wanted to protect his brother's face.

A somewhat surprised Shemu'er first bowed politely, and then, looking at King Camos's eyes spitting fire, he asked.

"Who made you angry?"

"you."

King Camos said, expressionless.

"Um?"

"You're the one who made me angry! What did you just say?" The Lion King was so angry that he was such a brainless priest that he was sputtering when he spoke. "I asked you to inquire about the situation, but I didn't let you Go reprimand Garlan!"

"I did not reprimand the prince."

Shermer frowned and said.

The words he said were all interceding for King Camos. How could he reprimand the prince?

King Camos: “…………”

Want to beat someone up.

Beat hard.

After having this idea, he simply decided to put this idea into action.

"Come, Shermul, accompany me to relax your muscles and bones."

He grinned with a dangerous smile, clasped his hands together for a moment, and then directly called Shermer to go to the martial arts training ground together.

He would give the dumb guy a good beating to vent his anger.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The priest, who never knew how to look at other people's faces and therefore was unaware of the coming danger, responded like this.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked behind King Camos.

In an instant, he keenly felt that someone was approaching him from behind. King Camos turned his body to the side almost reflexively, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the hand that the person stretched out to him.

Looking up, King Camos was startled.

The person he caught was his younger brother Garlan.

His eyes subconsciously fell on the bruise on the arm he was holding. The hand that had been clasping Garlan's arm just now immediately let go. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but for a moment I didn't know what to say.

After all, he, who had been avoiding Garlan for the past two days and refused to meet him, never expected that he would suddenly meet his royal brother under such circumstances.

Therefore, the tall and burly Lion King was facing the younger brother who was shorter than him, but his hands and feet were tied up, and he seemed to be at a loss.

Garlan raised his head and looked at King Camos' somewhat confused eyes.

He suddenly smiled.

Without saying a word, he threw himself directly into the arms of King Camos and stretched out his hands to hug him.

Then, he just hugged King Camos' waist, raised his face, and looked at Camos with a smile on his face.

"Brother Wang, have you had dinner?"

King Camos didn't react for a moment and shook his head blankly.

The young man's golden eyes curved into a crescent-like arc.

That smile makes your heart melt just looking at it.

"Want to eat together?"

Camos stood there, looking hesitant and struggling in his heart. He wanted to hug his cute little prince and coax him softly, but his priest was still watching, and he didn't know why. The female official who came out at that moment also stood at the door and looked at him, with eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He felt that it would be shameful to give in so easily, and that the authority of his brother that he had finally established would be destroyed, so he tried to keep a straight face and continued to pretend to be serious and still angry, with a sullen face and said nothing.

However, Garlan was not deterred by his serious face, and still hugged him with smiling eyes, and his soft voice sounded like a coquettish voice.

"Brother Wang~~"

"..."

"I'm not angry."

"…………"

"So, don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

After a long while, Camos finally let out a low hum.

"……good."

He said, raising his hand and gently touching Garlan's head.

His rough fingers slid through the young man's golden hair, and the touch of his fingertips was as soft and warm as ever.

…

Well, in this way, political affairs will not be delayed.

The priest of Shamash, who was thinking this in his heart, did not know that he had narrowly escaped death.

…………

………………

Although he was beaten up when he came back, Gallan also lived a relaxed life like now. He slept until he woke up naturally. During the day, he was either listening to Shulos playing the piano or flute, or accompanying Camos. Brother Wang eats and drinks.

In the past, Xie Muer came to teach him every day, but these days, probably because he was too busy and to let him recover from his injuries, he was given a few days off.

Therefore, Garlan lived extremely comfortably these days.

A few days later, Shermer came to him and talked about the people they brought back from Tozes City.

The two charges of encroaching on military power and abandoning the city during the war were enough for the former consul and relevant officials of Tozes City to be severely punished. In addition, the charges of dereliction of duty, collusion with pirates, secret smuggling, and slave trading were added to the trial. The result was certain death. Not only would his home be confiscated and his nobility status deprived, but his family members would also be demoted as slaves.

And the Chief Secretary is also involved.

According to the account given by the consul, he paid a huge amount of bribes to the Chief Secretary, and the Chief Secretary worked secretly to appoint him as the consul of Tozes City. Moreover, he paid the Chief Secretary every year in these years. A large amount of property.

Because of this incident, the Chief Secretary who had the opportunity to take over the post of Secretary Zuo not only failed to be promoted, but was demoted several levels.

"I see……"

Only then did Garlan understand why the chief, who was not behind the scenes at that time, was so anxious to pull Heimos down.

Because after Heymos was deprived of his qualifications as crown prince, he no longer had the power to command the knights of the Guards. Then the knights of the Guards under Heymos would be transferred away, and Tozes, who was brought back by those knights, was in prison. The officials will be secretly taken over by the Chief Secretary.

As long as the bribe-taking was not exposed, the Chief Secretary would most likely succeed in ascending to the position of Secretary-General Zuo.

"And one more thing."

"What?"

"Do you know Earl, the former lord of Menestre?"

"Uh... I can't say I know him, I just met him once."

He met Heimos once when he stopped him. Later, when the man was taken away, he looked at him with a very complicated look.

"He asked to see you, so I came to report to you."

"Huh? See me?"

Garlan was stunned.

"Are you sure you heard correctly? He probably wants to see Heimos, right? Why do you want to see me?"

"You heard me right, the person he asked to see was Prince Garlan."

Shermur said, "It's up to you whether you want to see me or not."

Garlan pondered for a while. Logically speaking, he didn't know and had nothing to do with that Earl, so there was no need for him to see him.

However, as long as he remembered that this person had caused the tragedy of Heimos in previous lives, thereby indirectly killing himself, and in this life, it was he who stopped Heimos and saved that person and that person. His son's life... Looking at it this way, it seems that he and Earl were indirectly involved a lot.

Then, he should go and see Earl.

Moreover, Garlan was still a little curious and didn't know what the guy wanted to say to him.

Since Prince Gallan agreed to meet Earl, Shermur nodded and quickly made arrangements.

The next day, Shermer brought Garlan to a tightly guarded room.

There, Garlan saw Earl, whom he had met once before.

He thought that after suddenly suffering such a big change, from being a superior city lord to a prisoner, or falling into the hands of his most hated nephew, this Earl should be very embarrassed or haggard now.

But the man in the room was not much different from the man he remembered.

Earl was sitting on a chair with a calm expression, holding a cup of hot tea, with no trace of haggardness on his face.

He sat there as if everything was normal and he was still the aloof Lord of Menestre.

When Garlan came in, he calmly put down the tea cup and stood up.

Then, he leaned down and saluted Garlan.

"Prince Garlan, I know that it is very presumptuous of me to ask to see you."

He said,

"But there is one thing that I can't figure out, and I really want to get the answer from you."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Please forgive me for offending you this time."

Earl straightened up, his eyes fell on Garlan, and he looked deeply at the young prince he had only met once.

"You and Heimos are both crown princes, and both have the qualifications to inherit the throne."

He said,

"In terms of strength, you are not as good as Heimos. In terms of age, Heimos is older than you. In terms of achievements, you cannot compare with Heimos. Even in terms of bloodline..."

He paused, his eyes passing over Garlan's fair complexion.

"...Even though you have some lower-level noble blood, you are far less noble than Heimos."

"presumptuous!"

Originally, Earl's previous words had already made Shermer's face darken a little bit. When Earl said the last words, the priest's face suddenly turned livid, and he shouted angrily.

"Earl, do you know what a serious crime it is to insult the prince!"

"I didn't mean to insult the prince, I was just telling the truth."

Earl raised his eyes and looked at Garlan.

"What do you think, Prince Garlan?"

Garlan raised his hand, and Shemuer, who wanted to scold Earl, was startled for a moment. Although there was still anger on his face, he obeyed the order and shut his mouth and took a step back.

"Even if what you said is true...what do you want to explain by saying this?"

Earl was silent for a long time, many emotions passing through his eyes one by one.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Garlan.

"Your Highness Garlan, I am very curious. You see, ever since we were young, there has been a world of difference between you and Heimos. He is so powerful that he has left you far away."

Earl raised his hand and pointed at Shermer.

"I guess, the priest of Shemurr has often said to you since you were a child that you are not as good as Heimos. You are much worse than Heimos. Such derogatory words about you, right?"

Xie Muer opened his mouth, but couldn't refute.

He did say a lot of things like that, but his original intention was not to belittle Prince Garlan, he just wanted to force the prince to work harder.

"No matter who comes to see it, they will feel that Heimos is the one who should inherit the throne in the future. Almost everyone will think so - they will keep comparing you with Heimos, and then conclude that you are not as good as Heimos. Imus’ conclusion. I think you should also understand, and you can also see how much better he is than you, so strong that it is impossible for you to catch up with him——"

Earl, who spoke a long sentence in one breath, paused and let out a breath.

He looked deeply at Garlan and said, "Your Highness, have you never thought about such a thing as 'I hope there is no Heymos in this world'?"

There was silence in the room for a few seconds, and Garlan glanced at Earl, who was staring straight at him, waiting for an answer.

"Um."

He nodded.

"I've thought about it."

He said,

"I once thought that it would be great if there was no such person as Heimos in this world."

Even when he was a child, he even thought about killing Heimos when he was seriously ill with fever.

Garlan's voice spread.

Because he heard that Earl wanted to see Garlan, Heimos, who rushed over in a hurry, heard this sentence. The hand that was about to open the door froze in mid-air.

[It would be great if Heimos did not exist in this world]