A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The majestic palace stands between heaven and earth, like the top of a mountain peak rising straight into the sky, shining with golden brilliance in the sun.

In front of the palace hall, there is a grand square that is so wide that you can't see the end at a glance.

A road to the sky spread out in the center of the magnificent square. At the end of the road was a towering platform, on which stood a huge golden throne.

In the early morning, the bright sunshine shines on the earth.

The sound of rumbles and rumbles resounded on the ground, and accompanied by the rumbles, a giant chariot slowly came from the distance of Tongtian Avenue.

It was a huge fiery red chariot, and even the rolling wheels were stained with red dye. From a distance, it looked like a cluster of burning red flames coming in the light.

Eight majestic horses were divided into two teams pulling the fiery red chariot. On one side were the horses as white as day, and on the other side were the horses as black as night. The two majestic charioteers held whips in one hand and golden reins in the other, driving the two columns of horses respectively.

On top of the flaming chariot, the tall and muscular King Aaron Landis sat boldly on it, his golden-brown hair like a lion shining brightly in the sun.

On both sides of Tongtian Avenue, Guardsmen in silver-black armor lined up on both sides, holding bright silver spears, standing tall and solemn.

That majestic momentum came overwhelmingly from the army, oppressing the air between heaven and earth into silence.

When the flaming chariot slowly approaches -

"pay tribute!!!"

It was accompanied by a roar that resounded throughout the world and shattered rocks.

Whooped.

The Guards, who were as immobile as stone sculptures, suddenly raised their silver spears in their hands and saluted the king who declared their loyalty. The silver spear heads shone with a dazzling cold light in the sun, and there was a faint smell of blood coming from them. , exuding an evil aura from the abyss of blood.

There was a loud clang, which was the loud noise made by all the silver guns hitting the ground at almost the same second.

The earth seemed to tremble at the loud noise.

The guards in black armor bent down, holding silver spears, and knelt on one knee to greet their king.

King Camos.

King of Aaron Landis.

their god.

They will dedicate their bodies and souls to their master without hesitation!

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The priests and ministers have long been accustomed to this majestic and exciting scene.

And those young people who saw this magnificent scene for the first time were all overwhelmed by this terrifying momentum and almost felt suffocated. Although they have royal blood, they are all distant from the royal family. Their father is at most the lord of a city or the general of an army. How has he ever seen such a scene?

This time, King Camos gave them permission to return to their hometown after participating in this great ceremony.

These young men of royal blood still thought that they could go back and brag about what they had learned, so they were all very happy. But at this moment, none of the ministers walking behind them looked much better.

The terrifying momentum had completely overwhelmed them and left an indelible impression in their hearts. Even after they go back, after they grow up, or even after they inherit the position of their fathers, they will always remember this scene and firmly remember their admiration and fear for King Camos.

At the end of the Tongtian Avenue, the flaming chariot stopped. The owner of the chariot jumped from the tall chariot, and the fiery red cloak behind him flew in the air.

Then King Camos turned around, stretched out his hand and lifted the other man off the chariot.

"Can you walk on your own?"

He asked Garlan seriously.

Even an adult who participates in this kind of scene for the first time would probably be overwhelmed by the terrifying aura and become handcuffed, let alone a seven or eight-year-old child.

Almost all of those Guardsmen fought with him in the sea of ​​blood on the battlefield, and the evil aura emanating from them was enough to make most people feel frightened, their hands and feet weak, and unbearable.

Therefore, Kamos looked carefully at Garlan's face at this moment.

In his opinion, Garlan was just a child of seven or eight years old after all. He was already quite brave even before he was frightened into tears by the roar that cracked the sky and shattered rocks at the beginning.

And after passing the terrifying Guards on both sides, I'm afraid they were frightened now.

It was just to Kamos's surprise that the child who was asked this question was startled and looked up at him with confusion in his eyes. His expression was more like he didn't understand why Kamos would ask this question.

The next second, the child seemed to suddenly realize something.

Garlan took a step back suddenly, showing an expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"I don't want you to hug me!"

He looked at King Camos with a wary expression and said.

If he still needs to be picked up on such an occasion... He doesn't want to lose face, right? !

Camos: “…………”

He has always choked others speechlessly by playing tricks out of common sense, but he never thought that one day he would be choked by a child and become speechless.

He saw little Garlan looking at him warily with an expression of 'You are not allowed to pick me up', and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In the quiet square, under the towering platform, the rich laughter of King Camos echoed under the sky.

He laughed and said, "Okay, I won't hug you."

He smiled and said: "You go on your own and follow me!"

King Camos turned around, and his fiery red cloak flew high behind him. He stepped forward, his brown-black boots stepping on the smooth steps made of topaz, and strode upward.

Garlan, who was a little confused because Kamos suddenly laughed, was startled for a moment. Seeing that Kamos had climbed up more than ten steps, he hurriedly caught up with him at a trot on his short legs.

Under the bright and dazzling sunlight, the tall King Camos sat down on the golden throne, condescendingly looking down at all living beings.

Behind the throne, a square stone wall was erected with a protruding lion's head carved on it. The brown stone statue was carved lifelike, as if a real lion was roaring with its mouth open, and it was powerful in all directions.

Garlan, who followed, stood aside and looked back behind him.

Behind the high platform, there are eleven giant statues more than ten meters high standing on the ground. They are the statues of the Aaron Landis gods.

They surround the throne in a fan shape behind the high platform. All the statues lower their heads slightly and gaze at the throne in the center - symbolizing that the gods are protecting the king of Aaron Landis.

Sitting on the high golden throne, King Camos looked down at all the living beings below. At this moment, his eyes were deep and distant.

He saw the people below who were looking up at him. All the people, including the young men from all over the country with collateral bloodlines of the royal family, raised their heads and looked at him with incomparable awe, just like looking at the gods in the clouds. .

Huge statues of the gods were behind him, surrounding him, as if they were making all living beings prostrate themselves at his feet with the help of his gaze.

Gazing across the people who regarded themselves as the supreme gods, King Camos turned his head slightly and glanced at the child standing next to him with the corner of his eye.

The very young child stood quietly, looking down at the people below with his big eyes. The golden throne was beside him, but he seemed to have no interest in taking another look at the throne. In fact, one of his little hands casually rested on the armrest on the side of the throne.

Obviously, to Garlan, this throne is just a chair.

A chair that allows people to sit on it, support it, and hold hands at will.

Camos raised his eyebrows and smiled without any trace.

The so-called throne is meant to be sat on by the king.

No one is in awe of something sitting under their butt.

Although these words that passed through Camos's mind were vulgar, they were indeed his beliefs and principles as a king.

Those who kneel on the ground and worship gods can never become gods.

Likewise, those young men below who are leaning under the throne in fear and looking up at him in awe will never be able to become true kings.

His eyes swept from below again, and then he saw a special look.

Different from the eyes of everyone looking up at the throne in awe, and different from the plain eyes of Garlan who regarded it as an ordinary seat, the black-haired boy looked at him and at the same time at the throne under him, with desire. There is a desire, a deep ambition to control it.

Camos was not surprised.

To be honest, if the black-haired boy didn't have such eyes, even if the boy became the final winner, he would still easily drive the boy back with just one word.

Only with that kind of eyes can you be qualified to come to him.

Even if Camos didn't like that look, he would still admit that that boy was qualified to be the king.

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Hmm... So what is that boy's name?

King Aaron Landis on the throne thought for three seconds, and then gave up thinking about this question that he definitely couldn't think of an answer to.

Qualifications are qualifications.

But no one stipulates that he cannot favor one of them according to his own preferences.

Kamos thought so and looked away from the boy.

However, he didn't notice that when he looked away, the young man's eyes shifted slightly from him and his throne, and fell on Garlan beside him.

It was just a moment, passing by like a floating light.

Heimos glanced at the child and looked back, his slender eyelashes drooping, casting a shadow that made it difficult to see in his eyes.

No one noticed his glance, maybe not even himself.

In the look he looked over, there was a tiny bit of longing hidden in the depths.

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This is a ceremony that Aaron Landis traditionally performs once every three months, on the day when each season is about to end.

This is a ritual to sacrifice to the gods of Aaron Landis, and it is also a ceremony to declare to the people of Aaron Landis the majesty of the king and the inviolability of the king.

At the same time, it is also an important occasion to announce major national events.

King Camos brought a child to the high platform symbolizing royal power and asked him to stand next to the throne.

Everyone already knows what that means.

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At night, it was time to rest, but due to a sudden flood in a certain city, King Camos and his subordinate Shermur had no intention of resting.

The child who had been sitting nearby and listening to them couldn't hold it any longer and yawned several times with his mouth open.

Kamos noticed it and asked the maid to lead Garlan to rest first. Garlan's residence is located in the side hall next to his dormitory, which can be reached in about ten minutes' walk.

The child, who was rubbing his eyes sleepily, stood up and was led out by the female official.

Halfway through, Garlan suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked back.

Kamos, who noticed Gallan's sudden return, turned his gaze and wanted to ask Gallan what happened. However, before he could speak, the child had already spoken first.

"Good night, Brother Wang."

For Garlan, who has been reborn several times, this is not the first time he calls, so he habitually and very smoothly calls out this title.

Because he is still a child and his voice has not changed yet, the voice is soft and waxy. When he calls out Brother Wang, it is soft and cute, and sweet to the heart.

King Camos was caught off guard and was stunned for a moment by the sound of 'Brother King' he heard for the first time. He didn't even notice that Garlan had turned around and left after calling him.

At this moment, in the room where Garlan left and King Camos stayed, there was a breathless silence.

A long time, a long time.

Then……

"...Shemul."

"yes?"

King Camos covered his chest which was so sweet from the sound of Brother Wang, and was filled with joy, with a rippling expression on his face that said, "I'm so happy, I'm so satisfied, I'm so happy."

"Ah, I'm so touched. Do you feel how moved I am now?"

Ah~Why is my little brother so cute~~

Shermer: “…………”

The priest of Shamash wanted to do something wrong. He raised his staff and hit the king's head with a stick that was cramping.