A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

192. Chapter 192

Further west from the junction of Kanal and Aaron Landis, a large city on the border of Kanal stands here.

Because the city was located at the intersection of the traffic routes from Karnal to Aaron Landis, it prospered through the trading caravans that frequently traveled between Karnal and Aaron Landis, and became Karnar. The largest and richest city in the eastern region.

But now, this bustling city, which has always been bustling with people, has become extremely depressed.

The caravans that used to come and go constantly have almost disappeared, and three of the four city gates that are always open on weekdays have been closed, leaving only one gate for people to enter and exit.

The exquisite white castle standing in the center of the city has changed its owner.

At this moment, inside the white castle, the main hall is in the consistent light-colored style of Canal. The exquisite carvings and decorations like works of art decorate the main hall in an orderly manner.

The light cyan carpet started from the door and spread all the way to the high platform.

Under the high platform, a strong general wearing white armor knelt on the ground, bowing his head deeply in the direction of the high platform, in a gesture of confession.

He was not wearing a helmet, and his light-colored hair was messy and scattered on his broad forehead, with a few strands sticking to his cheeks.

If King Camos or Cavalry Commander Tanar were here, they would definitely recognize that the middle-aged man kneeling here with his shoulders tightened and an uneasy look on his face was leading the Garstard vanguard army to attack Aaron Landi. Commander Gastard who almost destroyed the Sixth Army in the Western Territory.

At this moment, the brave general's forehead was actually sweating, and his face was slightly pale.

It can be seen from this how afraid he is of the man on the high platform.

On the high platform at the end of the hall, light cyan gauze curtains were tied to the lily-shaped columns on both sides, hanging down on the smooth ground made of white stones.

Someone stood there, looking down at the general kneeling below.

The prince of Gastad has a stern face, sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, thin lips, and cold eyes.

The faintly shining silver threads scattered on the cheeks, making the skin color look more and more frosty.

When he stood still, his whole body was like a statue carved from ice and snow. Only in the depths of those lavender pupils, there seemed to be a flame burning all the time.

He just stood there, looking down at his subordinates. The entire hall seemed to be oppressed by something invisible, making it difficult to breathe.

The kneeling general's face turned pale again.

"You are defeated."

After a long silence, Tyr, Prince of Gastad, finally spoke.

"You are the first general to be defeated in Gastad."

His voice was like the sound of cracking ice cubes, cold and clear, with no fluctuations and no trace of emotion.

"You should understand why I called you back."

The general kneeling below shook his hands on the ground.

He smiled miserably.

Although he had known for a long time that His Highness had a cruel temperament, he still returned here hoping for a chance.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

He slowly pulled out the broad-bladed sword at his waist, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

He grasped the hilt of the sword, turned the blade, and pointed it at his chest.

The next second, the broad sword stabbed hard, and blood splashed on the white stone ground.

The general who stabbed his chest with the sword fell to the ground and stopped breathing.

Soon someone came forward and moved the body away.

Watching his subordinate commit suicide, Tire stood on the high platform, his handsome face looked indifferent, and the corners of his eyes did not move.

After a while, he turned his head and his eyes fell on a general on the left.

He called the general's name.

"You will take his place, lead your army over, take over the rest of his army, and continue the attack on Aaron Landis."

The man was startled.

"Prince, won't you go in person?"

"The situation in Karnal is still unstable. There is news that remnants of the royal family of Karnal have been found to be absconding."

Tyr shook his head slightly and said, "I will lead the other armies back to King Kanal City first, and I will leave this to you. Don't let me down like him."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The general leaned over and bowed his head deeply.

"I will fight for you."

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"Actually, I...I also like Heymos!"

Because King Camos drank the remaining tea in one gulp, the amount of water was a bit too much, so a lot of water spurted out.

Some water even reached his throat and even his nose, causing the Lion King, who had been hit by several arrows on the battlefield without changing his expression, to cough violently.

"You...ahem, ahem, what did you just ahem say?"

While coughing, King Camos continued to cling to the illusion that he had heard wrongly.

When King Camos coughed violently, Garlan hurried forward and patted the king's brother on the back. When King Camos asked this question, his face froze.

Gritting his teeth, his face flushed, and with the thought of breaking the jar, the young man managed to burst out a sentence from his throat in a very small voice.

"I said, I... also like him."

Garlan, who forced himself to say this sentence for the second time, had a tremor in the lingering sound of the last word.

I was depressed and a little angry.

Huymos liked him.

Brother Wang drives away Heimos.

Huymos is causing trouble in the North.

If it develops in the end, it may turn into an internal fight between Aaron Landis——

He had to clean up the trouble caused by these two people.

And he couldn’t tell the truth, so he had to take the blame himself.

This made Garlan, who was always good at blaming others, feel extremely aggrieved at this moment.

However, Garlan himself knew that he was depressed and aggrieved, but in the eyes of King Camos...

Gritting my teeth is because I am nervous.

The blushing face was a shy expression due to revealing one's feelings.

The weak sound squeezed out of the throat was due to nervousness.

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To sum up, the conclusion is that his royal brother really likes Heimos, and his love is deep.

The Lion King covered his chest.

He felt that his usually strong heart was not in good condition at this moment.

His royal brother.

From a small bundle, he held her in his hands and pampered her. After so many years, she finally grew into a rich and handsome boy.

He guarded it carefully... but he was secretly snatched away by a hungry wolf lurking behind!

King Camos was so heartbroken that he could only beat his chest and feet.

"Brother Wang, can you recall Heimos to the royal city?"

Looking at Brother Wang's uncertain black face, Garlan's heart pounded.

He had gone so far, even to the point of tricking himself. If Heimos could not be brought back to the royal city, it would be a huge loss.

When he thought of this, the young man looked at King Camos eagerly, waiting for the final decision made by the king brother.

Don't even think about it!

Don’t even think about it for the rest of your life!

Let him freeze in the snow in the north for the rest of his life!

King Camos wanted to roar like this.

However, when he raised his eyes, he saw the cautious and distressed look of his little brother Wang, who looked at him expectantly and nervously...

Ahhhh, my heart hurts so much.

I really want that bastard Heymos to get away, get away far away, preferably never to appear in front of me and Garlan again.

But... I still can't bear to make my little brother sad.

Camos closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Use that breath to suppress all the anger in your heart.

When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have calmed down.

He looked at Garlan, put one hand on the table next to him, and reached out to touch Garlan's hair with the other.

Garlan also looked at him, his golden pupils moving nervously and expectantly.

"Brother Wang..."

King Camos smiled gently at Garlan.

"I see."

He said,

"Don't worry, Garlan, I'm not angry."

He touched the head of his brother Wang, who was obviously uneasy, and said softly.

"I'm just a little surprised. I'm not angry with you."

Because of his comfort, the young man's expression seemed to be calmer.

King Camos smiled gently, caressing Garlan's hair while continuing to speak.

"I know what you are thinking. I will consider Heymos' matter carefully."

"But we are still on the battlefield, so we can discuss this matter after this battle is over, okay?"

King Camos coaxed his brother in the gentlest tone.

"Garlan, you have been running around all this time, and you just arrived here. You must be very tired. Now go back and have a good rest, okay?"

The boy blinked.

He looked at Brother Wang's smile towards him, nodded obediently, got up obediently and went back to rest.

Kamos watched Garlan leave with a smile on his face, his expression gentle.

The moment the boy's figure disappeared outside the door, the muscles on Camos' smiling face twitched uncontrollably.

Suddenly, there was a click.

That was the sound of the wooden table breaking when it could no longer withstand the abuse and was pinched hard by King Camos' fingers.

The 'friendly' smile a second ago had disappeared without a trace. At this moment, the muscles on the arms of the Lion King, who was alone in the tent, bulged.

His fingers were tightly grasping the piece of wood from the table that he had torn off, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

He, Yi, Mo, Si!

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A sneeze——

In a distant northern castle, on a cold winter day, Heimos, who was honing his body and martial arts in the training ground wearing only a sleeveless tunic, suddenly sneezed heavily.

The north wind carrying fine ice shards swept past him, blowing over his brown muscles with a thin layer of sweat.

Heimos stopped, took a few steps forward, and put on the coat hanging on the wall.

A few strands of dark hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to his cheek.

He exhaled softly, and the hot breath condensed into white mist in the cold air and dispersed from his lips.

He turned his head and looked south with his golden-red eyes.

In this battle, he took the life of Commander Geshu among all the troops. Not only did he gain a further reputation, but most importantly, he gained the trust of Hea, the commander of the North Army.

Hea began to delegate power to him and let him take charge of the army alone.

So, next...

Looking deeply up at the dark sky filled with snowdrops, Heimos raised his hand and gently touched the rough lapis lazuli earring on his earlobe with his fingers that still had scars burned by the fire.

"Garlan..."

A low murmur.

If there is, if not, it is inaudible.

The moment he exited, the shallow hot air was blown away by the strong north wind and dissipated without a trace.

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Ah sneeze!

Back on the western border, in the camp where Aaron Landis's army was stationed, a young man who was spinning in a tent sneezed heavily.

Got a cold?

He rubbed his nose and thought.

He came with him as a close subordinate of Kayhos, and he was naturally staying in the camp of Kayhos, the cavalry commander.

Caihos is now following the orders of King Camos to go to the half-battered Sixth Army and reorganize the remaining soldiers into the Third Army led by him.

Because the infantry of the Third Legion stayed in the royal city, he only brought out the cavalry from the Legion, just in time to supplement the soldiers of the Sixth Legion.

Since Garlan returned to the camp, he has been wandering around in circles.

When he thought that Heimos would definitely cause trouble in Beidi, he felt extremely panicked.

He wondered, how about he write a letter and send it to Heimos to appease the guy?

Hmm... Heymos definitely can't do it with just one letter...

no solution anymore.

If that doesn't work, after this battle is over and the Gastad people are driven out of the country, he will go to the north in person. When he sees Heimos, he will say soft words and coax him. Coax him to stop messing around.

Heimos likes him, so if he takes action in person, it should be easy to coax Heimos back to the royal city...

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etc.

Garlan suddenly felt that something was wrong with his thinking.

This method...how does it look like...

Honey trap?

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So, is he sacrificing his life for the country?

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I feel tired and don’t want to talk.