A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The assassin ended his life in an extremely brutal way, which caught people off guard.

When the assassin moved, Kehos reflexively stopped in front of Garlan, so he was unable to catch the man.

What's more, the knight commander was extremely determined to commit suicide. It could be seen from the corpse that fell to the ground with its brains bursting out that he didn't leave any room for himself to survive.

The stone pillar he hit and killed was right next to Garlan. Although Caihos blocked Garlan, there was still a trace of blood splattered on Garlan's clothes.

Garlan stared at the lifeless corpse, his golden pupils reflecting the red-stained sand, and the blood-red color seemed to have also dyed into his pupils.

There was a stinging sensation from the wound on his left arm that had been cut by a sword. The blond hair that had fallen from his shoulder was still stained with blood. The firelight reflected on his side cheeks. In the dark night, the skin was more and more like snow. So fair.

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The knight captain committed suicide and the clue was interrupted.

Although a few people were captured, they were all apparently insignificant abandoners, and even an interrogation would not yield many clues.

Garlan and his party returned to the palace in the night.

The knight who came back quickly to deliver the news learned that Prince Gallan was injured. Tapti, who was waiting anxiously, had already asked the palace doctors to wait in the palace. After Gallan came back, he was waiting The long-awaited doctor once again carefully treated his wound.

After that, Garlan, who felt a little tired due to blood loss, lay on the soft big bed and fell asleep quickly.

Because he had a slight fever, Tapti stayed at the bedside to take care of him.

After Garlan fell asleep, not long after, a rush of footsteps sounded from outside.

Tapti stood up and walked outside the door. Not surprisingly, he saw King Camos walking towards here in a hurry, with Shemuel and Caihos following behind him.

She raised her hand and made a silencing gesture to King Camos. King Camos' footsteps paused slightly, and when he walked forward again, the loud footsteps became softer.

"he has slept?"

Walking to the door, King Camos asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tapti bowed and answered in a soft voice.

King Camos said nothing more, entered the dormitory, and walked next to Garlan.

He stood by the bed and his eyes fell on Garlan's left arm.

The young man was lying on the bed, sleeping with his head slightly tilted. The upper side of the left arm and the left shoulder were wrapped in a snow-white bandage. Even if the medicine was changed again, the bright red blood was still seeping out from the thick bandage. It was obvious that the wound was not shallow and would not stop in a short time. Live blood.

The thick bandage made the young man's body look even more slender.

King Camos touched the forehead of the sleeping Garlan and felt a low fever where his fingers touched.

The weak light on the wall fell on the young man's face, and the long and drooping eyelashes cast deep shadows on the fair skin. There was a slight abnormal redness on the cheeks, but the pink lips were lighter than usual. Some.

Kamos looked a little distressed.

He tucked up the thin quilt for Garlan, glanced at Tapti, motioned for her to follow him, then turned around and left gently.

When they arrived in the courtyard outside, King Camos asked directly.

"What did the doctor say?"

Tapti lowered his head and replied: "It didn't hurt the vital part, so there won't be any big problems, but the wound is quite deep. It's best not to move the left arm violently in a short period of time to avoid the wound opening again. And the prince bled a lot, It takes a lot of physical exertion.”

"I understand. Let Garlan recover during this period. Don't arrange things for him yet."

King Camos said while looking at the priest standing beside him.

"Did you hear that, Shermer?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will cancel all the itineraries scheduled by His Highness Gallan within ten days, but I think there is no need to cancel the daily review of government documents."

"Don't affect his recovery."

"I understand, Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's health is the highest priority."

King Camos nodded and looked at Tapti again.

"Garlan is left to you."

"Yes, King Camos."

King Camos came and went like the wind, coming like a gust of wind and leaving like the wind.

It was already late at night when we left Garlan's palace. In the dark night, only the lights on the roadside illuminated the ground.

King Camos' steps became steady and powerful again when he left the palace, and the rhythmic footsteps sounded in the silent night.

His subordinates and guards followed him quietly.

When he reached a pool, King Camos stopped.

He walked over and stood on the edge of the pool, staring intently at the water.

The silvery moonlight falls on the calm water. Occasionally, a gust of night wind passes by, causing little waves and making the water surface glow with tiny sparkles.

The Lion King's golden-brown eyes burned like coals in the dark night, and his slightly curly brown hair swayed slightly in the night wind.

"Shemur, this is one of the reasons why although I intend to inherit the throne from Garlan, I have been reluctant to make him the crown prince."

Camos said, "There is a group of people who have been stubbornly opposed. They refuse to allow Garlan, who has white skin and blood, to ascend the throne."

In Aaron Landis, brown skin was evidence of superior ancestry.

Bloodlines have been distinct since ancient times, and higher bloodlines will never intermarry with lower bloodlines. Low-class people will always remain low-class people, and they will never be able to transcend this class throughout their lives.

But with the passage of time, this unbreakable barrier has gradually melted in Aaron Landis. Lower-level nobles can be canonized as upper-level nobles by the king based on their battlefield merits, and upper-level nobles may also fall into the lower class.

Classes are no longer clearly defined, and there are more and more intermarriages between white and brown blood.

However, even so, the inertial thinking formed over a long period of time is still not easy to break. Many brown-skinned nobles still look down on white-skinned nobles and feel that they are inferior to them.

Caijos on the side was silent and did not speak.

As a white-skinned man who was canonized as a superior noble due to his military exploits, even though he is a powerful knight with a world-renowned reputation, although most of the powerful people are friendly in front of him and treat him politely, it is not that he cannot feel those who are watching secretly. He came over with a contemptuous look.

Although the barriers are gradually melting away, there are still many people who stubbornly hold on to the traditions passed down from ancient times and are obsessed with the nobility and purity of blood.

In particular, there are some people who are extremely concerned about the purity of their bloodline and treat this matter very extreme and extreme.

Most of them come from families with a long and ancient history. They believe that the nobility of blood is more important than anything else, and they do not allow their noble blood to be tainted by inferior blood.

For them, it is an extremely shameful thing to let a white-skinned person whose blood is lower than theirs become their king and put pressure on them.

King Camos' words silenced the priest behind him for a moment.

"Although I also know that they are not willing to let Prince Gallan inherit the throne...but I didn't expect that they would go to such an extent."

Although those powerful people who insisted on the bloodline theory had been making small moves overtly and covertly before, they were more or less measured. They didn't expect that this time they would be so ruthless.

"In the past, because of the existence of Heimos, they all believed that Heimos had a better chance of winning, so they were not in a hurry."

Staring at the water, King Camos said in a deep voice.

"Now, I have made Garlan the crown prince, and Heimos has been exiled to the North, so they are anxious."

Therefore, Camos initially asked Heimos to stay in the royal city in order to ease the impact. Even if Garlan is made the crown prince, as long as Heimos is still in the palace, those people will feel that there is still a chance and will not do anything too extreme.

However, he never expected that Heimos would actually treat Garlan...

As a last resort, he could only expel Heimos from the royal city. In the eyes of others, he was the one who exiled Heimos to the North for Garlan.

This incident immediately stimulated those people.

So they took action. They believed that as long as they killed Garlan, they could only let Heimos, who had noble blood, return to the royal city and become the successor to the throne.

“Never in all time has a fair-skinned man been king of Aaron Landis.”

"Princes throughout the ages, who have inherited the white-skinned bloodline, have no right to inherit the throne."

The wind blew, swaying the tree crowns and making rustling noises, and the deep voice of King Camos echoed in the dark night.

"Even with you and me protecting him, Garlan's future will be difficult."

He paused and then added, "Maybe it will be harder than it was for me back then."

The hardest thing in the world is not walking on a road full of thorns.

But there is no road ahead at all, and you must work hard to carve out a path that allows you to go on.

"If I am just his brother, it is my wish to let him live a free and worry-free life."

But he is not only the brother, but also the king of Aaron Landis.

Aaron Landis seems to have a long history, a vast territory and rich resources, and is famous for its cavalry. However, there are powerful enemies outside and worries inside, just like a giant who is seriously ill and is surrounded by tigers and wolves.

King Camos knew it very well.

If Aaron Landis doesn't want to rot in silence, something must change.

"The throne has chosen him."

The Lion King raised his head and looked at the endless dark sky.

"No matter how difficult the road is, he has to go on it."

As King Kamos finished speaking, a gust of wind roared, and the dense tree crown swayed, and a few leaves fell, slowly drifting towards Kamos' eyes.

He reached out and grabbed a leaf that fell in front of him.

The leaf was still green in the middle, but the edges were yellow and slightly curled.

winter is here.

Aaron Landis’ winter, is here.

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Small snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, like white flowers, falling silently on the earth, and then quickly disappeared.

The high mountains are already covered with white snow, but the grassland plains below the mountains are still yellow-brown land. It's still early winter, and there are occasional small snowfalls that disappear without a trace and are not enough to cover the earth.

The royal city of Aaron Landis is located in the south, by the sea. The climate is suitable, the sun is shining, and the four seasons do not change significantly. Even in winter, it is very warm. The residents in the royal city only need to wear a long-sleeved outer robe.

It never snows there.

Only here, in this high mountainous Northland, does snow fall.

The snow-white dove flapped its wings, shuttled among the small snowflakes, and then fluttered into the hands of the man standing on the high platform.

The priest of Nanna, the god of night, wore a warm woolen garment, with a thick cloak gathered around his body. His hand reached out from the opening of the cloak on his chest and untied the thin metal tube tied to the dove's paw.

After reading the message from the Royal City, Suojia fell into deep thought.

He was also surprised by the assassination of Prince Gallan.

That wasn't something he planned.

Before leaving the royal city, His Highness Heymos gave the order to remain silent.

People who are loyal to His Highness will never disobey His Highness's orders, so their people will not do such a thing.

From the information obtained from the message, Suojia could determine that the assassination of Prince Gallan was probably done by those nobles who believed in blood.

And those bloodlineists with long heritage and family background have nothing to do with them.

Those people had tried to get close to His Highness Heimos before, but His Majesty Heimos seemed to have no interest in contacting those people.

To be honest, Suojia was used to scorning the remarks of those bloodliners.

Those stubborn, arrogant and self-righteous guys don't understand at all that bloodline does not mean everything. Those people only know that they cling to the glory of their historical ancestors and refuse to face reality, and sooner or later they will disappear in the torrent of history.

In his opinion, bloodline does not matter, only absolute strength and power are everything.

What troubles Suojia now is whether he should tell His Highness Heymos the news.

Although Prince Garlan escaped, he was also injured.

Suojia just hesitated for a moment and made a decision quickly.

He quickly left the high platform and walked down.

There was a long cry in the sky. Suojia looked up and saw the black hawk circling among the flying snowflakes in the sky.

He followed the direction of the black eagle's flight, and not long after walking, he saw the eagle falling from a high altitude.

Not far ahead, a tall figure stood on the ground.

Pieces of snowflakes fell one after another around Heimos, and those that fell on him melted away without leaving a trace in an instant.

He was not wearing a helmet, and the white snowflakes were stained on his dark hair, and there were a few white marks on his brown cheeks.

He stood there, staring at the sky.

There were a lot of snowflakes on his hair, and he didn't know how long he had been standing in the snow.

With an eagle cry, Heimos raised his right arm, and the black hawk landed on his right arm.

The cold winter wind blew so violently that the thick dark brown cloak behind him was constantly fluttering.

"Your Highness Heimos."

Suojia walked over, shouted, raised his hand, and planned to hand the note in his hand to Heimos.

However, before he could reach out his hand, the figure standing in the swirling snowflakes suddenly moved. Heimos turned his head and looked to the south.

He said, "Within one year, I will control the Northland Army."

Suojia's hand that was about to reach out paused and slowly retracted it.

He looked up and stared at his master.

"Have you made up your mind yet?"

Being exiled to the Northland was a disappointment, but it was not an opportunity.

King Camos is in charge of the royal city, and the king is protecting Prince Gallan, so it is difficult for His Highness Heimos to stand a chance.

But the Northland is different. His Highness has stayed here for several years and already has great prestige and a pivotal position in the legion. He has a great chance to control this powerful legion.

Controlling the army is equivalent to controlling power.

Heimos did not answer immediately, but still stared southward.

In a place extremely far away from him, there was a beautiful city located in the warm sunshine of the south.

That's where his soul is.

[If you go to the Northland, you will not be allowed to set foot in the royal city for ten years! 】

The Lion King's deep voice seemed to be in his ears. Heimos' left hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly. The feeling of powerlessness when he left the royal city once again resurfaced in his memory.

You will never be able to control your own destiny by blindly praying for mercy from others.

He would never let others determine his destiny again.

He must control everything in his own hands!

White snowflakes floated in front of Heimos' handsome face.

The golden red eyes should be the color of flames, but they seemed to be frozen in the falling snow, and they were bone-chillingly cold.

His forehead hair, blown by the howling cold wind, cast dark shadows under his eyes.

He said: "I want to have the power to fight against King Camos."

After saying that, he turned and left.

His thick cloak flew behind him.

The flying black hawk spread its wings and circled above his head.

Suojia stood in the snow and watched Heimos' figure disappear from his sight.

He glanced at the note in his hand, then tore it into pieces.

He spread his palms.

The cold winter wind roared in, picking up the scraps of paper in his hand.

The pieces of debris and snowflakes were intertwined together and disappeared without a trace in the strong wind.

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