A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The bright sun shines on the earth, and a breeze passes by. The crescent-shaped pool is sparkling, and the fragrance of the lavender lotus spreading among the green leaves on the water is swept into the wind.

The sweet breeze playfully surrounded the huge round stone pillars and then blew into the main hall. The spacious high platform is covered with soft and cool ice silk cloth. The snow-white cloth hangs down along the edge of the high platform, and the corners embroidered with gold thread are on the bluestone floor.

The king of Aaron Landis sat on a high platform, with one foot crossed and the other foot dropped from the edge of the high platform and stepped on the ground. He was wearing the same simple and neat clothes as when he first met him. Except for the brown leather wristbands with gold patterns on his wrists, he had no other accessories.

He held his cheek with one hand, tilted his head and looked at Brother Wang who was sitting cross-legged next to him, his thick eyebrows slightly raised, and his expression looked extremely happy.

His younger brother's attention was not on him, but on looking down at the little brown fur ball rolling around in front of him.

The little fur ball held a piece of half-cooked meat with its two little paws and struggled to bite it. However, although it tried very hard, its little teeth were not sharp enough when it was not yet full moon. It held the piece of meat and tore it hard. After biting for a while, I finally bit off a small piece.

From Garlan's point of view, it felt like he was seeing this little milk lion rolling around with a ball of meat in his arms.

"Nega."

After a while, he stared at the little lion and whispered.

King Camos looked at him and the little lion and raised his lips.

"Really, this is the name you gave it." He asked, "Decided?"

"Yes."

"Nega, the patron saint of destruction and war..." Camos smiled, "It seems you have high expectations for this little guy."

"Because...its father is so powerful, so it should..."

Garlan answered vaguely.

He thought, after all, the lion who will follow you to fight south and north and be feared on the battlefield, how can he deserve a majestic name?

Otherwise, in the future, when the big lion needs to appear on the battlefield, Brother Camos, you will shout in front of everyone——

‘Mimi, rush! ’

‘Mimi, bite him! ’

‘Mimi, come with me! ’

…………

……………………

He suddenly had the urge to simply name this little fur ball Mimi.

Shaking his head to get rid of the prank thoughts in his mind, Garlan lowered his head and looked at the little furball in front of him who was still struggling with the flesh. Why did he feel so useless?

As he thought this, he couldn't help but stretched out his finger and poked the furry little head. The little milk lion who was poked on the head put down the piece of meat that he was trying to chew, raised his little head to look at him, then threw the piece of meat aside, rolled over, turned his back to the sky, and pointed his limbs upward, facing Gal Lan exposed her round belly, looked at Garlan with bright eyes, and then let out a sweet whimper.

Rub me, rub me~~

Garlan: "..."

I think you should call me Mimi...

Kamos naturally didn't know what Gallan was thinking about at the moment. If he knew, and he was as neurotic as him, he would probably have to twitch the corner of his mouth twice and then deprive a child of his naming rights.

Footsteps sounded from outside, approaching from far away.

The priest of Shamash, holding a scepter, walked up the steps, walked into the hall, stood under the high platform, bowed slightly and bowed his head to salute King Camos above.

"King Camos, the decree will be announced to all parts of the country tomorrow." He said with a calm expression, "Please stamp the royal seal."

After finishing speaking, Shermer came forward, holding a rectangular blue stone plate in his hands. The stone plate contained snow-white and delicate white mud. The surface of the white mud was sunken lines, which were neatly arranged in rows. Qi text.

The language of the text was beautiful and gorgeous, and the main idea was that King Camos had chosen a younger brother and was now announcing this to the whole country.

The white mud in the bluestone plate was still moist and soft at the moment. Camos read the words on the white mud from beginning to end to make sure they were correct, and then took off the gold ring on his middle finger. The ring was carved with green malachite. It is a small royal seal with exquisite lines and special words.

Camos pressed it onto the soft white clay, leaving a clear pattern on the clay.

The original plan was to establish two royal brothers.

However, after King Camos saw the life experience of Heimos, he decided not to make Heimos the king's younger brother, and only made Garlan the king's younger brother.

Because Heymos's maternal grandmother had direct royal blood, Heymos naturally inherited this bloodline.

In other words, if King Camos had not established Garlan, Heimos, who had direct bloodline from the royal family, would have naturally had the closest inheritance rights to the throne.

Therefore, King Camos only appointed Garlan as his younger brother to ensure that Garlan's right to inherit the throne would be higher than that of Heimos.

However, Heimos, who has direct bloodline, will be allowed to live in the palace, and will also be called a prince by everyone, and will have all the privileges of a prince.

Only if Kamos and Garlan are dead can Heimos be qualified to inherit the throne.

After King Camos stamped the royal seal, Shermer handed the bluestone to his subordinates who were following him. His servants bowed and then left. They would send the bluestone slab to the firing place. After baking, the white clay would harden and turn into extremely smooth porcelain, and the words and patterns on it would also be Completely fixed and unchangeable. The original version left in the royal city will also have gold threads seeping into the lines of the characters.

In this way, there is no need to worry about the king's will being altered by people with ulterior motives.

At the same time, using this form of imperial edict can also make the king's edict appear more unique and sacred.

"And one more thing."

The subordinates escorted the order away, but Shermu'er still stood there, still speaking with his usual expressionless face.

"Please appoint mentors for the two princes as soon as possible."

Prince Garlan.

Prince Heimos.

These two princes, one is the younger brother of King Camos and the other has direct bloodline from the royal family, initially have the temporary right to inherit the throne.

However, this is only temporary. With King Camos and no queen, they need to grow up as soon as possible.

Camos touched his stubbled chin.

"You count as one." He said without hesitation, "How about it, Shermer, which one do you want to teach?"

"That's up to you, King Camos."

"What if I let you choose?"

"..." The priest of Shamash was silent for a moment, and then answered calmly, he said, "I will choose to teach Prince Heimos."

The tone of his answer was very smooth, without any ups and downs. Even if the other prince he didn't choose was there, his answer was still decisive.

The blond child paused for a second while rubbing the little milk lion's soft belly, and then continued to rub it, just a little harder, causing Nerga, who was lying on the ground with his limbs in the air, to whimper and tilt his head to look at him. .

Garlan looked at the big little eyes for a moment, then reached out to pick up the little milk lion, put him in his arms, and stroked the fluffy little head.

Although he had already guessed the ending, his chest still felt uncontrollably cold for a moment when Xie Muer said those words.

Fortunately, this warm and fluffy little guy relieved the coldness in his chest.

I see.

he thinks.

From the beginning, Schemmer wanted to choose Heimos.

It turned out that this person was not willing to teach him from the beginning.

So, no wonder, no wonder this person could abandon him after more than eight years. After all, that was Shermer's choice in the first place.

…

It has nothing to do with me.

Garlan stroked the little lion in his arms, and Nerga lay on his arm, tilting her little head and rubbing his chest left and right.

he thinks.

This so-called royal brother, this so-called prince of Aaron Landis, he won't be able to do it for long.

He is very stubborn and stubborn. Now that he has made a decision, he will go all the way to the end.

He said he didn’t want the throne anymore, he just didn’t want it.

Therefore, Samuel can choose whoever he likes, he doesn't care.

King Camos looked down at Priest Shamash who looked back at him calmly, and then glanced at Gallan, who was playing with the little milk lion and seemed not to have heard Shemuer's words. His lips The horn raised slightly.

"Garlan, it's time for you to take a nap." He smiled and touched Garlan's head and said, "If a child doesn't sleep more, he will not grow taller in the future~"

After he said this, he raised his hand and waved to signal the visitor, and asked the guards to take the little brother Wang to the side bedroom next to him to take a rest.

The child raised his head and glanced at him with his big golden eyes. Without saying anything, he obediently put down the little lion in his arms, stuffed the mutilated piece of meat into the little lion's paw again, then got up and followed the maid who was serving him. left.

After Garlan left, Kamos raised his hand to signal the maids, guards, and servants who were waiting for him to step back. In this way, he and Shermer were the only two people left in the room.

"You choose... uh, who is that?... uh, it seems to be called, He, He... He what?"

King Camos thought about it for a long time before he remembered the name of the black-haired boy.

"...Prince Heimos."

Shermur choked for a moment, then answered.

"Oh, got it."

Camos said, waving.

"Shemur, I appoint you to be the instructor of Garlan."

he said, finalizing it.

After thinking for a while, he added a few more words.

"I'll leave Garlan to you. Take good care of him. No scolding, no beating. Well, you can't reprimand him either. In short, no bullying."

Shermer: “…………”

Since it was you who forced the appointment, what was the point of asking me to choose someone just now?

Moreover, I won’t even let you be beaten or scolded, and I won’t even allow you to be scolded. How can I teach you?

Although he was thinking dissatisfiedly in his heart, his face was still calm and he bowed his head slightly in salute.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He calmly accepted the assignment from King Camos.

King Camos, who was sitting on the high platform, looked down at him, with one hand on his crossed left leg and a playful smile in his eyes.

"Are you scolding me in your mind?"

"…………"

Saying ‘yes’ is disrespectful to the king.

To say 'no' is to lie to the king, and it is also disrespectful.

So Shermer chose to remain silent.

Camos burst out laughing.

"Do you think I'm forcing myself on others?"

Shermer thought for a moment and then answered.

"Prince Garlan is very weak."

He spoke very straightforwardly and to the point, without any euphemism or concealment.

"He can't afford Aaron Landis' future."

Camos was still laughing.

"Shemer, don't you think this sentence sounds familiar to you?"

"…………"

"'Prince Camos! How can you bear the future of Aaron Landis like you are now!'...this sentence." Camos, who has become the king of Aaron Landis and is loved by all people, specially used this sentence The weird emphasis imitated Shemuer's voice, "I have heard this sentence from you no less than ten times since I was a child. You always feel that I am not a qualified prince."

He said, "What now?"

He smiled lightly and said, "Do you think I am a qualified king?"

Shermur leaned over and knelt down, holding the scepter on the ground in one hand and covering his heart with the other.

“You are the undisputed King of Aaron Landis.”

He said it, categorically and from the heart.

"Yeah, I think so too. No one can do it better than me."

Camos said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

He doesn't need to be humble, he saved Aaron Landis, that's his responsibility, and it's also his pride.

"So, Shermer, don't jump to conclusions too quickly."

When he said this, he suddenly changed the topic and pointed at the little milk lion who was still struggling with the meat with its non-sharp teeth.

The little lion Nerga is rolling around with a piece of meat in his arms. He looks so cute no matter how cute he looks.

Camos was delighted to see it.

"Look, how does this little guy look? Does he look silly?"

Shermer: "?"

He looked at the little milk lion who was not yet full moon in confusion, wondering why King Camos suddenly mentioned it.

"Look, isn't it cute? He is just as cute as my royal brother, right?"

As King Camos said, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the little Nerga with his big hand, and held it in his hand.

The little milk lion who was gnawing the meat with great enthusiasm was suddenly caught. The person who caught him was the person he hated the most. He immediately became angry. He opened his little mouth, revealing his small fangs, and scratched fiercely. He bit it with his own fingers.

Camos smiled and let it bite him. His fingers were already calloused, with rough skin and thick flesh. Nega's little fangs gnawed on his fingers for a long time without gnawing them, leaving only a layer of paste on his fingers. saliva.

"Cute is cute, but she looks weak, right?"

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, forming a thin slit. A terrible pressure suddenly emitted from his body, and his hands tightened.

"Look, it's so weak and small. I can crush it to death with just a little force."

Shermer stood below and watched quietly. He just watched and said nothing.

The little milk lion whined when it was pinched. It was obviously painful and uncomfortable, but it just whined and continued to bite the fingers that were holding it fiercely, scratching and biting. Very vicious.

That's because it is a beast... no, it should be said that it is its innate ferocity and pride as the future king of beasts.

King Camos smiled, relaxed his hand, and let go of Little Nega.

The little fur ball that was put down turned over, rolled and stood up. He didn't run away or be afraid. He just stood there and roared fiercely at Camos.

"Those little things who are born to be pets will turn around and run away when they see me. Once I get close, they will tremble with fear..."

Camos said, "But this little guy, even if I catch him, he will bite me fiercely."

"Even if he looks like an extremely weak little guy now, he will become a fearsome lion in the future."

"Indeed, the child does look very weak now. To us, he is so weak that we can crush him to death with one hand."

King Camos said with a smile. His sitting posture looked very lazy, but even if he was just sitting there quietly, he was like a brown lion lying lazily on the ground, carrying an invisible deterrent. .

He smiled with squinted eyes, his golden brown eyes flashing with some kind of excitement.

"Even such a weak child, maybe in the future he can become a lion that can shock everyone with just one roar...?"

He paused.

"So, Shermer, can you be a little patient?"

He said,

"After all, he is the only little guy in this world who has defeated the invincible King Camos."

Xie Muer, who had been silent all this time, frowned when he heard this.

"...Victory?"

he asked doubtfully.

Did something happen where and when that he didn't know about?

King Camos: “………………”

I accidentally let it slip...

He quickly changed the subject.

"Anyway, it's decided."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand willfully to drive someone away.

"You can quit."

As the mighty King Camos, it was impossible for others to know about that embarrassing thing, not even in this life.

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However, our mighty King Camos did not know that not long after, the priest directly asked his new disciple - yes, the well-behaved (?) little prince who answered whatever he asked. ——Then Shermer got an answer that made him want to hit someone.