A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Aaron Landis is the kingdom of the gods, and this is the land that the gods gave to their people.

The Aaron Landis people living on this land have been hard-working, brave, and wise since ancient times. They built their country with their own hands.

They are loyal but also defiant.

They were loyal to the gods who gave them everything, but they also dared to resist the nobles who oppressed them and even the priests in the name of the gods.

However, to the Aaron Landis, there was only one person whom they could never offend.

King Aaron Landis.

That is the descendant of the gods, the king who inherited the blood of the gods and ruled the land of Aaron Landis in the place of the gods.

King Aaron Landis is the incarnation of the gods descending into the world.

He is the Supreme Being.

He is a being for whom all the people of Aaron Landis are willing to devote their lives and souls to their full faith——

In particular, the current King Aaron Landis, Camos, is regarded as a living god and has an extremely high reputation in the hearts of everyone.

"Who gave you the courage to point an arrow at the prince of Aaron Landis?!"

A slightly childish but unusually clear voice sounded in the silent night.

The words ‘Prince of Aaron Landis’ could be heard clearly by everyone present.

Everything in the world seemed to pause for a second at this moment. Everyone looked at Garlan in astonishment, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

And after a second of pause, there was a buzzing sound, and the place that was originally terrifyingly quiet suddenly exploded.

"prince……?"

"impossible!"

"How could a prince come to a place like this——"

"It must be a lie!"

"But the kid doesn't seem to be lying..."

"Is it the prince we are attacking?"

"Then we are committing treason?"

"No……"

…

"Quiet!"

The panicked voice was suppressed by a sudden loud shout. The one who shouted was the leading middle-aged man.

He was much calmer than the other refugees who were panicking. At this moment, he looked at the blond child standing in front of him. The child stretched out his hand and pointed his finger at the sharp arrow in his hand.

It was clearly right under the tip of his arrow, but there was no trace of fear on that little face, but instead there was an indescribable solemnity.

His small body was still injured, but he had the courage to stand in front of thousands of rioting refugees and was under countless bows and arrows.

And the eyes that looked at him calmly made this blond child look nothing like an ordinary child.

This child has bright golden eyes.

What surprised the middle-aged man the most was that when he was stared at by those golden eyes, his mind, which had been troubled by hatred since yesterday, suddenly became colder, and there was also a restlessness inside his body. He felt as if he was about to explode, the kind of pain that could only be alleviated through revenge. At this moment, when he looked at this child's golden eyes, his whole face seemed to have been poured with cold water, and he woke up a little from the fire of hatred. .

The man didn't know that when he looked into Garlan's eyes, the dark mist that was almost invisible to ordinary people entangled in the depths of his pupils dissipated little by little, as if it was suppressed by something.

All he knew was that suddenly, he felt a little more calm and a little more clear-headed.

So, he used this extra bit of calmness to start thinking.

The person he is pointing his arrow at now...is the prince of Aaron Landis?

"prince?"

The man asked loudly, still not putting down the bow and arrow in his hand.

"How could a prince come to a place like this? Do you think you can save your life by deceiving us in this way?" He said, "Do you have evidence to prove that you are a prince? If not, why should we believe you!"

The man's series of questions suddenly woke up those people who subconsciously believed Garlan's words and became panicked. Many people even put down their bows and arrows aimed at Garlan in panic.

However, when the man said this, they also reacted. Looking at their unwavering leader, they subconsciously followed the leader and once again raised their bows and arrows and pointed forward.

Garlan put down his hand and smiled at the countless arrow tips flashing in the cold light.

He looked very calm, as if he wasn't worried that these people would really hurt him.

"Do you think that on the land of Aaron Landis, on this land where the gods are watching all the time, there will be anyone who dares to pretend to be a descendant of the gods?"

"…………"

Looking at the silent man, Garlan continued.

"If you don't believe it, do it."

He said, "But are you, and the people behind you, prepared to bear the consequences of letting the blood inherited from the gods flow on this land?"

Many people's hands immediately shook.

They are not afraid of death, nor are they afraid of the powerful men and armies who oppress them. But the piety of the people of Aaron Landis towards the gods is a deep-rooted belief.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that after death, their sinful souls will be sent to hell, tortured, and never be reincarnated. Also, they are not the only ones who bear the wrath of the gods, but also their descendants.

Everyone fell silent at this moment, even the leading man was silent, without the aggressive momentum he had at the beginning of the questioning.

Looking at the hesitant looks on those people's faces, Garlan felt relieved. It seems that it is still very useful to use the power of a fox to scare these civilians under the banner of the gods.

He casually thanked the so-called gods whom he had always had objections to, and then dismissed them to his mind. Garlan's mind was racing at this moment.

Now, these refugees who were in the passion of the riot seemed to have begun to calm down. What they feared about this kind of riot was the rush of blood. Now, the leader seemed to have regained some sense.

As long as you have reason, you can negotiate, he thought.

"I know that you are all people who have been harmed by the nobles and powerful people, so you don't believe them..."

Gallan pointed at Shermour and others behind him, and continued, "It's understandable."

He said, "Answer me then, people of Aaron Landis, do you believe in your king, my brother Kamoth?"

When the name Camos was spoken, the refugee crowd immediately caused a commotion.

Almost most of the refugees had a look of awe on their faces, and some old men and women even held their hands in front of them, lowered their eyes and began to recite in a low voice the hymn in praise of King Camos that was spread throughout the kingdom. .

When Aaron Landis was about to perish, this king, who single-handedly turned the tide and protected all his people, had supreme authority in the hearts of Aaron Landis's people.

Everyone firmly believes that King Camos is the incarnation of God.

They believe in King Camos just like they believe in the gods.

They believe that by chanting this hymn, King Camos can protect them.

Even the leading middle-aged man had an expression of awe on his face. He said, "King Camos is unquestionable."

Garlan nodded.

"As the priest said, Brother Camos already knew that officials in Vinar City were embezzling relief supplies and persecuting civilians. Therefore, he sent me here to investigate the matter."

He looked directly at the other party and said seriously.

"That's why I'm here as a prince."

When he said this, someone suddenly shouted out from the crowd.

"That's wrong! The previous king only had one child, and King Camos has no younger brother at all. You are lying to us!"

With such a shout, many refugees who were restrained by the banners of the gods and King Camos also reacted, and countless suspicious eyes were cast over them.

Yes, the former king only had one descendant, Kamos. They had never heard that King Kamos had a younger brother, and they had never known that there was actually a younger brother in this country.

Seeing that the refugees who had finally calmed down became commotion again, Shermer, who had been watching everything silently from behind, shouted in a deep voice.

"King Camos issued a royal order to the whole country more than a month ago, telling all his subjects to select an outstanding descendant from the royal family's collateral bloodline to become his royal brother! Didn't your Vinal City accept the order? Did you get this edict?"

"You're talking nonsense."

"We haven't heard of it."

"That's right!"

"How can there be such a thing..."

There were chaotic voices of denial among the refugees, but they were quickly stopped.

"No, they're right."

The man who was the leader of the refugees raised his hand to stop the commotion of the people behind him.

He said with a complex expression: "This is indeed the case. I had seen this edict in other cities at that time, but at that time, our city of Vinar happened to suffer from floods, so this edict was not in our It’s spreading here…”

He looked at Garlan.

In his eyes, Garlan didn't look like an ordinary child at all.

No... It should be said that the child's calm and calm confrontation with him at this moment did not look like a child at all.

…………

...Could this really be His Highness the Prince?

The man hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you..."

After a pause, he changed his title.

"If you are really a prince, then why did you take those children away?"

These people from the royal city used cavalry to take away a group of children. This was something that some people witnessed with their own eyes.

"My priest has already answered this question for you."

Gallan said, "We did not capture those children, but rescued them from the Cult of Everything, and then escorted them back to Vinar City."

"As long as you return to the city, you can see them."

"...But you don't have any evidence to prove that what you said is the truth."

After saying this, the man stopped talking. He was hesitating, not knowing whether to believe the words of the child in front of him who claimed to be a prince.

Even if this child has an aura, maybe he is just a child of a nobleman, using this excuse to delay time, and then mobilize the army to encircle and suppress them.

He hesitated.

If he was alone, the worst possible outcome would be his own life. However, behind him are countless people who believe in him and follow him, and his judgment will determine the fate of these people.

Therefore, he still maintained the posture of raising the arrow, unable to make a judgment for a long time.

As the man hesitated, others naturally focused their attention on him, waiting for his decision.

Just when everyone was in a stalemate, a loud child's voice sounded in the dark night, breaking the dullness of the moment.

"I can prove it!"

A girl pushed through the crowd, got out, and stood in front of everyone.

There was dust on her face and body, and she looked miserable, probably because she rushed over in a hurry and was still panting violently while standing there.

After taking a few breaths, she glanced at Garlan with complicated eyes, and then turned to look at the middle-aged man.

"Kelly?!"

The man was startled, then looked happy.

"Why are you here? I heard that both you and father have-"

"Second uncle."

The little girl with a flaxen ponytail called the man and said loudly in front of everyone.

"I can vouch for him - he was the one who saved those kids!"

She said cautiously, "The Cult of All Things is in the valley. The thieves captured many children and brought them to the valley. He saved me, those children, and grandpa."

"Father also..."

The man was startled for a moment, and then he saw an old man walking in from the crowd.

"Father!" the man shouted.

The old man ignored him and stood there, looking deeply at Garlan.

"Golden eyes..."

He seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"Proof of inheriting the bloodline of the gods...characteristics of the royal family...I actually forgot about this."

He raised his hand and slapped his son hard.

"Drop the arrow!"

The old man said sternly, his slap was merciless, and his son's face was immediately red and swollen.

Then, the old man took two steps forward, stood in front of Garlan, and bowed his head deeply.

"Your Highness, please forgive my son for being disrespectful."

There was deep sorrow in the old man's voice.

"He lost his wife and children to do such a terrible thing. Please forgive him."

Kelly stood beside her and supported her grandfather, still breathing rapidly.

That night, Gal led the group of people away. She and her grandfather did not dare to move and hid in the forest for a whole day. It was not until they were sure that no one was looking for them anymore that they walked out of the valley with difficulty and returned to the town.

The two of them were an old man and a child. They were already weak. By the time they reached the town, it was already late at night.

Unexpectedly, Ayr Town was in a panic in the middle of the night. She heard from familiar townspeople that her second uncle had attacked the town with refugees and was now attacking the nobles from the royal city, so she came over with her grandfather in a panic.

did not expect……

The little girl looked at the blond child standing opposite with mixed emotions.

Unexpectedly, this child whom she regarded as a younger brother turned out to be the prince of Aaron Landis.

…………

...No, no matter what, no matter who Gal is, he is still alive and not dead, so she is already very happy.

Garlan was also very surprised. He didn't expect that the little girl and the old man he saved were actually the leader's relatives.

Does this count as good intentions paying off?

To the old man's bow and apology, he did not answer immediately, but raised his head and cast his eyes on the leader.

The man was slapped by the old man, and the bow and arrow in his hand had already been put down, and the bows and arrows of the other people behind him had also been put down.

When the old man saw that Garlan did not answer, and saw Garlan looking at his son, the old man suddenly understood.

He turned around and shouted to his son: "Gia, why don't you lead everyone back!"

The man named Gia was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I can't do that."

"Gia——!"

"No, father, if it's just my life, I will do as you say. But what I am leading now are thousands of people who trust me and entrust their lives to me. If you just retreat like this, wait What we are afraid of is encirclement and death by the army.”

Gia said in a deep voice, turning her gaze to Garlan.

"We must get a result! An explanation!"

He took a step forward.

"If you are really the prince of Aaron Landis, then please listen to our voices here, under the witness of the gods of Aaron Landis -"

Garlan looked into the man's eyes, and the man's eyes looked at him with a burning determination to die.

He nodded.

"Okay." He said, "Under the witness of the gods, I am willing to listen to your request."

After saying that, Garlan was about to move forward, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by Shermuer behind him.

"Don't mess around!"

Shermur whispered, "This is not what you should do. It's up to me to negotiate with them."

Garlan looked at Shermer and tilted his head slightly.

He said, "You can't."

He looked at Shermer calmly and said, "Do you know why your first negotiation with them failed?"

"ah?"

"Shemur, as a noble you think highly of yourself, and you have no idea what these refugees really want."

Garlan took his hand away from Shemuer and smiled softly at Shemuer.

"So I said, you can't."

He said, "If you get involved and the deal breaks down, we will all die."

"…………"

Under the silence of Priest Shamash, Garlan turned and walked forward.

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Well, he successfully defeated Shermer.

Well, it feels so good to be so stunned that Shermuer has nothing to say.

At this moment, the little prince, who walked towards the mob with a calm face and a calm expression in front of everyone, was feeling comfortable both physically and mentally.

The author has something to say: If you go ahead, go ahead——

Well, Xie Mu'er can't do it, so the little prince can only do it.

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There is a kind of shortness called readers who think you are short.

Silently looking at the number of words in each chapter...