A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Ahhhh, it's none of my business——

The man kneeling on the ground kowtowed loudly and loudly. There was faint red blood on his forehead, but the man still kowtowed and begged regardless.

It has nothing to do with me anyway!

The women's plaintive cries kept hurting like needles in the chest.

Although these are all the people of Aaron Landis, the current King Aaron Landis is the king's brother, and the next one is Heimos. As for me, let alone the king, even this king's brother can't do it. Too long.

So, no matter how you look at it, it’s not my turn to take the lead, right?

The cry of the child holding the priest's lap and crying loudly echoed through the night.

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Ah ah ah ah ah! It's obviously none of my business!

While wailing in his heart, Garlan let out a long sigh amidst the pleading and cries of those people.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed at himself.

"If you can't find those children, just ask those people to take me away and then you can find them."

After Garlan said this, he regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself.

Tell you to show off your talents, tell you to be a hero.

Look at the scene. Except for those little brats who cried so much that their noses and tears came out, I am the one with the weakest strength. Why do I have to do this?

But now that it has been said.

Under the eyes of those refugees looking at me with hope...

Under the eyes of the king's brother Chemuel Heimos and a group of cavalry looking at him in astonishment...

Even for the sake of face, he can only pretend to be fat.

Well, so-called heroes are probably forced out like this.

Jia. False hero. Er. I’m really afraid of death. Lan complained to herself in her heart.

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Another day passed, and night fell again.

The night wind rustled the dense tree crowns, and the light of the campfire swayed in the camp deep in the forest, causing the shadows of the branches and leaves that fell on the ground to sway endlessly.

The large camp was relatively quiet, except for the subtle sounds of conversation like the shaking of branches and leaves from time to time. The cavalrymen sitting around the campfire eating dinner talked quietly together, and many people glanced at the largest one not far away from time to time. tent.

Their king and the little prince were staying inside at the moment.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, the sound of sharp horse hoofbeats broke the peace of the camp. Dozens of cavalry galloped towards them, led by the priest of Shamash.

When they arrived at the camp, Shermuer tightened the reins, and the horse beneath him raised its front hooves high, neighed, and stopped. Xie Muer turned over and dismounted. Almost at the same moment he landed, the curtain of the largest tent was suddenly lifted, and a tall figure walked out quickly, followed by two small figures.

King Camos walked quickly to Shermur, and looked at Shermer with burning golden brown eyes.

Not only him, but all the cavalry present stopped eating, talking and other actions at this moment, and invariably turned their eyes to this side.

The campground was extremely quiet for a while, with only the rustle of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves filling the night sky.

Under the gaze of everyone, Shermer put a hand on his chest, leaned over, and knelt on one knee in front of King Camos.

"I'm sorry, King Camos," he said.

When the priest said this apology, the air seemed to pause.

Camos was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He said: "I know."

Then, he lowered his head and cast his gaze on the small figure standing next to him.

"Garlan..."

Kamos whispered Garlan's name, with a little helplessness in his voice.

Yesterday, after Garlan put forward that opinion, almost everyone spoke out against it.

For the noble Prince Aaron Landis to risk his life for a group of commoner children was something they could never imagine doing.

Among them, Shermer was particularly fierce in his opposition.

He was the priest of Shamash, the juridical sun god who presided over law and strict hierarchy. To him, the so-called hierarchy is absolute and cannot allow any confusion.

As the prince of Aaron Landis and the future successor to the throne, Garlan's importance is even much higher than that of the city of Vinar. How could he risk his life for a group of low-level civilian children?

He even reprimanded Garlan unceremoniously on the spot as a mentor.

The refugees knew Gallan's identity and knew that this was indeed impossible. They wanted to ask for it but did not dare to ask for it. They could only huddle in the corner and cry silently.

But for some reason, the always well-behaved and obedient little prince was stubborn this time. Even though he was severely scolded by Xie Muer, he still pursed his lips and refused to change his words, which made Xie Muer very angry.

Ever since he became Prince Garlan's mentor, his tone has never been the same.

The furious Shamash priest thought so angrily.

In the end, it was King Camos who made the decision.

He asked Shermuel to take dozens of people out to look for clues the next day. It was limited to one day, because as Shermure said, the longer the delay, the more dangerous it would be, not to mention those children who were missing. , maybe those adults are in danger.

If Shermur could find some clues within one day, Garlan would naturally not have to take the risk. But if you still can't find it...

In the quiet night, under the gaze of everyone, Garlan raised his head, looked at Kamos and nodded.

"Yes, Brother Wang, I will do it."

Shermer frowned, his eyes filled with disapproval. However, now that King Camos has made a decision, it is impossible for him to disobey the king's order.

"etc."

Heimos, who had been watching silently since yesterday, suddenly spoke.

He raised his hand and pointed at the camp not far away that housed dozens of rescued refugees.

He said: "If you just need children as bait, there are several there, just pick any one and use it as bait."

The black-haired young prince said this in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Prince Heimos, although I also want to do this." Shermur replied, "But those children have no effect except crying. What do you think they can do?"

"They don't need to do anything. They just need to prepare the bait. When they are captured, we will follow them."

Heimos answered immediately.

"But this will put them in danger, and when they cry, our identity and traces may be exposed."

"Of course it will be dangerous, that's why we ask them to go."

Huymos still has the same tone of voice as it should be.

"They are the ones who want to save people. Of course they should bear the risk. Why should Garlan take the risk?"

Garlan, who was standing nearby and listening to the back and forth between Heimos and Shemuel, felt that it was time to stand up and show his determination to act cool, so he spoke.

"actually, I……"

"you shut up!"

When talking to Shermer, Heimos, who had always seemed calm in both expression and tone, suddenly turned his head and shouted at Garlan.

The fierce light emanating from the young man's golden-red eyes forcefully forced back half of what Garlan had said.

Garlan, who was unable to speak with his mouth open, was a little confused, and then he saw Heimos turning back to continue the conversation with Shermer.

"Don't tell me that those children are pitiful and should not be put in danger. Garlan is not much older than them."

"Whether the rescue is successful or not, we have tried our best for this, so even if the final result is not ideal, it is not our fault."

Knowing that it was not Shermur who made the final decision, Heimos looked at King Camos without blinking and said.

"And don't forget, Garlan is a prince, and those people are just low-level commoners."

During the conversation between Shermer and Heimos, Kamos had not spoken, as if he was deep in thought.

Then, he leaned over and squatted down in front of Garlan, his eyes level with Garlan.

He looked at Gallan very seriously and asked, "You know what you are talking about and what you are doing, right?"

The child's big golden eyes blinked slightly.

"Yes, Brother Wang."

"You're still young, and you're a prince, so you don't need to do this kind of thing, you know?"

"Ok, I know."

"But you've decided, haven't you?"

"……yes."

"Even if this matter is very dangerous, will you be injured or even lose your life?"

"...Brother Wang." The corner of the little prince's mouth twitched, "If you ask one more question, I will regret it."

In fact, he already regrets it a little now.

Camos grinned, squatted on the ground, raised his hand and rubbed his little prince's head vigorously.

"good."

He laughed loudly and then said decisively.

"You do it!"

He said, looking at Garlan with burning eyes.

"You are the prince of Aaron Landis and the royal brother of me, Camos! No one can object to what you want to do!"

The rich voice of King Camos echoed in the dark night forest, making the final decision.

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, and the slender eyelashes that drooped cast a shadow under his eyes. The passing breeze blew the black hair on his cheeks for a moment.

"Then let me go."

He said, "As long as I'm a child, so am I. I'm much stronger than Garlan, and my chance of success is greater than him. I can even escape on my own, which is better."

He took a step forward.

"So, let me do it-"

A small white hand stretched out and held Heimos's hand, silencing the young man's voice.

Heimos lowered his head and looked at Garlan who held his hand.

The child tilted his head to look at him, and grasped his hand with soft fingers.

"So hard."

Little Garlan squeezed his hand several times and said, "Your hands are so hard."

Garlan held his hand with one hand and pointed at him with the other.

"Brown skin."

Then he pointed at his eyes.

"Golden eyes."

Then he lifted up the hand held by Heimos.

"Your hands are covered with calluses from sword practice. They are so hard. Unlike my hands, there are no calluses at all."

Heimos was about to say something but suddenly got choked up.

Brown skin and golden eyes are the appearance of most of the collateral bloodlines of the royal family. This is often regarded as a characteristic of higher-level nobles.

Moreover, his palms have very obvious thick calluses. The excuse of years of hard work will not work, because anyone with a discerning eye can tell the location of those calluses at a glance. They are caused by long-term sword practice and archery practice.

Coupled with the unconcealable aura of Heimos, he didn't look like a poor child who had suffered a disaster.

"What I said is simple. I just need to pretend to be the child of a wealthy businessman who suffered from the flood. No one will suspect me."

Garlan's complexion is white, unlike the upper class nobles, and he has never practiced martial arts since he was a child. There are no calluses on his hands, giving him a completely harmless feeling at first glance.

The young man pursed his lips tightly, and his dark hair was scattered in the corners of his eyes, casting a shadow in his eye sockets.

He didn't speak, just squeezed the soft little hand that held him.

After Gallan said those words, he originally let go and wanted to pull back, but Heimos tightened his grip and pulled him several times but was unable to pull him back.

He looked up and saw that the boy holding his hand had his lips pursed as thin as a layer of paper, as if he had been stubborn again.

That expression suddenly reminded Garlan of the expression on Heimos's face when he stubbornly tried to snatch the paper from his hand not long ago. Then he thought about what Heimos said just now that he would go in his place. Those words... For a moment, Garlan felt a little soft-hearted.

For some reason, seeing the young man purse his lips and remain silent, he had the illusion that he was bullying Heimos.

Gallan, who felt a little guilty for no reason, thought for a moment, put his other hand on the back of the hand that Heimos had grasped tightly, and patted him gently as if to comfort him.

"It's okay, I've always had good luck."

The child raised his head and looked into Heimos' eyes, with soft pale golden hair wrapping his little face.

He smiled at Heimos. When he smiled, the light reflected by the blond hair reflected on the child's face, making the smile seem to glow in the dark.

"Heimos, I'll wait for you to come find me."

Heimos' breathing paused slightly. He looked down at Gallan, and something seemed to flicker in his eyes. He held Gallan's hand and loosened it slightly, then tightened it again. .

He said: "Okay."

One word that speaks volumes.

He whispered: "I'm going to find you."

Hearing what Heimos said, Garlan subconsciously wanted to smile at Heimos again.

However, before he could laugh, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, grasped his shoulder and turned him 180 degrees.

Then, the head with brown hair came close to his eyes.

"Garlan, Brother Wang will also come to find you."

The tall and strong Lion King squatted on the ground and looked at Garlan, with grievance written all over his strong-browed face.

He stared at Garlan with eyes full of accusations like 'How could you forget me, Brother Wang?'

"Huh?...Yes, yes, that's right, I will also wait for Brother Wang to come to me! Brother Wang is the most powerful!"

Gallan's chest trembled when he saw the aggrieved little look in King Camos's eyes. He quickly stretched out his hand to touch Camos' face and smoothed the fur of the aggrieved big lion king brother.

Shermer: “…………”

His face was expressionless and he didn't want to speak.

The cavalry: "..."

It was so dark that we didn't see anything.

The wind was so strong that we couldn't hear anything.

The author has something to say: Garlan has probably forgotten that he is lucky.

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a lion a wolf

They all have to smooth their hair. After smoothing this one and that one, I feel so tired.