A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Sunlight shines through the open window and into the room, illuminating this spacious bedroom.

The blond little prince sat on the bed and obediently stretched out his hand to show it to the doctor sitting beside the bed. The elderly doctor, whose hair had begun to turn gray, held the prince's hand and looked carefully at the scars on his wrist. Then, he turned his head again, looked at the prince's ankle seriously, and nodded slightly.

When he looked up, he saw the little prince sitting on the bed, a pair of big golden eyes looking at him eagerly, his eyes full of expectation.

The cute little appearance made the old doctor couldn't help but laugh. If the other person wasn't a noble prince, he would have been able to touch the child's head.

He really liked this little prince, he was well-behaved, obedient, and sensible.

He is the best doctor in the city of Vernal. The children of noble officials come to him when they get sick. The children are afraid of taking medicine and make a fuss when they see him. If they are even slightly injured, they are afraid to death. Every time It took a lot of effort to finish every time, and there were even some who were so spoiled that they pointed at him and yelled at him to beat him to death.

When he came in a hurry that day and was secretly reminded that this was the prince of Aaron Landis, he sighed thinking that he was going to suffer again. The prince is much more noble than those noble children. If he accidentally hurts him, he might really be dragged down and thrown into prison. How can his old arms and legs bear it?

However, as soon as he entered the door, the old doctor was shocked. The child's injuries were not serious. The wounds on his hands and feet were very deep, and the blood would not stop bleeding if he was not careful, especially the shallow one on his neck.

I don’t know who could be so cruel and cruel to such a young child.

Seeing such a serious injury, his desire to be a doctor came to his mind, and he quickly cleaned the wound carefully, disinfected it, tried to stop the bleeding, and tied a bandage without thinking.

After waiting for the lap to be completed, he wiped his sweat and realized that he had been working hard for so long, especially when cleaning and disinfecting. Such a deep wound would be very painful, and I am afraid that even an adult would not be able to bear it. live. But let alone making a fuss, this little prince seemed to just groan in pain a few times because he couldn't help it?

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the pale face of the little prince, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. He was obviously in severe pain, but he still sat still obediently, and did not shrink the hand stretched out in front of him. You can see the tooth marks on the soft lips that he bit out in pain.

There was still a little mist in the big golden eyes, and that look made the old doctor feel extremely soft-hearted.

At that time, there was a tall brown-haired man spinning around anxiously beside him. He was in the way. The old doctor scolded him and kicked him out. He could only squat at the door and wait. The other boy also stared at the little prince without blinking, but he stood quietly by the side and helped the old doctor pass things to him from time to time, so the old doctor didn't kick him out.

Thinking of this, the old doctor looked at the child in front of him whose face had returned to a healthy rosy color, and smiled gently.

"Prince, your injury is much better."

Facing Garlan's expectant look, he paused deliberately to whet Garlan's appetite before continuing.

"You can get out of bed and move around a little bit...but don't do it too strenuously, got it?"

As soon as the old doctor finished speaking, Garlan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He hummed happily and couldn't wait to get out of bed.

After God knows how many days he returned to Vinal City, he lay in bed for a few days. Although he could be exposed to the sun without getting moldy, he felt that if he continued to lie down, his limbs would become paralyzed.

He got out of bed and walked happily back and forth in the house several times, like a lively little squirrel that had just woken up from hibernation and started walking back and forth.

The old doctor looked at him with a smile, and then was led away from here.

Not long after, an attendant came and bowed his head to Gallan as he entered.

He said: "Your Highness Gallan, the king asked me to take you over to see him."

"Brother Wang? I understand."

Under the leadership of the young attendant, Garlan walked through the corridor. There was a suspended stone bridge between the tall building in the center of the Government Affairs Hall and the tall buildings on the side.

When walking across the suspended stone bridge, Garlan looked down and saw the pile of corpses on the edge of the Vinal River outside the city, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Almost forgot!

I originally planned to tell Brother Wang as soon as possible, but was interrupted by the refugee riot, and I didn't think about it for a while.

No, he has to find a way to solve this matter, otherwise if this continues, a plague will soon appear in the city.

But, what reasons should be used to convince Brother Wang?

The world's current medical level is far from being able to understand things like bacterial infections.

While thinking about it, Garlan followed the attendant and soon arrived at the government room where King Camos was staying.

Several knights stood beside King Camos. Each of these knights had a two-finger-wide lion badge hanging on their chests, with a rustic luster of brass, symbolizing their status as a thousand-horse captain who commanded thousands of cavalry. In Aaron Landis, those who can become the captain of a thousand knights are unique knights.

Seeing Garlan come in, the three knight captains bowed their heads and saluted him.

If before coming to Vinar City, their respect for Garlan was purely incidental respect for the royal family and King Camos, then at this time, their salutes were a little more sincere.

Although the little prince looks weak, he has the courage that they recognize and the care for his subordinates.

And they also feel that even if the prince is a little weak now, the prince is still young. As long as he works harder in the future, maybe he can become as strong as King Camos when he grows up?

King Camos didn't care about the presence of the knight captains, strode over, laughed and picked up little Garlan.

He himself felt that in front of others, he could not resist kissing and rubbing his cute little brother, which was considered very restrained.

"Garlan, you did a great job this time."

He praised his younger brother without hesitation.

"You risked your life to save the young people of Aaron Landis, and then successfully stopped the rioting refugees. No one can do better than you. This time, Vinal City's achievements, You’re at least half of it.”

He said, "So, I will give you a reward. Tell me, Garlan, what do you want?"

Garlan, who was still worried at first, suddenly lit up when he heard what King Camos said.

Isn't this just right?

He thought happily, grabbed Brother Wang's head and turned half a circle, pointing forward to King Camos' window.

The knight captains next to him stood calmly.

If anyone else dared to disturb their great King Camos like this, they would have scolded him angrily and even taken action.

But for this little prince who was pampered to the heavens by King Camos, they had become numb to the fact that he would scratch their king's head, pull his hair or even slap his cheek from time to time.

Anyway, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Haven't you seen their king's cheerful look?

If they really stepped forward to stop the little prince's offensive behavior, they would be beaten by King Camos himself instead.

Completely unaware of the inner murmurs of the knight captains behind him, Garlan motioned his brother Wang to the window, and then pointed in a direction outside the window.

"Brother Wang, look there."

Looking in the direction Garlan pointed, Kamos frowned subconsciously.

Because he saw a mountain of corpses piled up beside the Vinal River outside the city. Most of those buried underneath were drowned when the river flooded, and the outermost layer was almost all the corpses of people who had recently died of illness. Even though Looking from a distance, one can see countless flies flying on the rotting corpses, lingering.

"Those people are so pitiful."

Garlan tried to show a child's compassion for the dead whose bodies had no one to collect them.

"Brother Wang, can you ask someone to bury them in the mountains?"

In fact, Garlan wanted to just say burn it. Cremation is the best way to deal with this kind of pathogen, but the customs on the earth are very ancient. People here believe that people have souls. Even if they die, their bodies and souls are deeply connected. contact. If blessed by the gods, the dead soul might be able to return to the body and be resurrected. Therefore, they attach great importance to the integrity of the corpse and have always respected burial. Some special ethnic groups will bury the corpse in the sky or in water, but there is absolutely no such practice as cremation.

For them, the so-called cremation means crushing the bones and scattering ashes, and the soul will be annihilated. Unless they have a deep hatred with the other party, no one will do such a 'vicious' thing.

So Garlan had no choice but to step back and have these corpses dragged into the mountains for burial.

"Garlan." Camos smiled at him and said, "I know you are soft-hearted, but everyone is very busy now, and the river is still in danger of flooding, so everyone has gone there."

Recently, the Vinar River seems to be on the rise again. Most of the city guards who maintain urban order have gone to the river embankment to urgently repair the embankment. The remaining city guards were already struggling to maintain order in the city and resettle refugees. It was impossible to allocate more manpower to do something purely to make the little prince happy.

As for the Guards under his command...King Camos had never even thought about it. After all, the knights under his command were all from noble backgrounds, and it was absolutely impossible for them to carry the bodies of civilians and slaves.

He coaxed the little prince brother in his arms and said: "But our Garlan has good intentions, so wait a little longer. When the flood season of the Vinar River passes, I will ask them to bury those corpses. Okay?" good?"

Garlan was anxious.

Wait a little longer? Is it ten days or half a month? I am afraid that by that time, the plague has already broken out in the entire city of Vinal.

He struggled to formulate appropriate words to describe the contamination of the water supply with germs.

"But Brother Wang, you see, many of those people died of illness. They were ill, and now they are soaking in the water, and the diseases on their bodies may melt into the water, and the people in the city need to drink water, so You will get the same disease as them!"

Those words of a child made King Camos laugh for a moment, thinking why his little prince spoke so cutely.

Not only him, but several knight commanders next to him also laughed softly.

Although the prince has done great things, he is still a child after all, so whimsical.

They all think so.

King Camos smiled and rubbed the head of Garlan who looked anxious.

"Little guy, have you fallen asleep? How can a human disease melt into water?"

Seeing that King Camos and the knight captains were all smiling and not caring at all about his words, Garlan opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

Everyone thought that he only said such childish words out of sympathy for those poor refugees who had no one to collect their bodies, and no one took his words seriously.

Due to the limitations of this era, even if doctors were called, those doctors would not agree with his words.

It's impossible to act coquettishly... Garlan knew very well the temper of King Camos. Although he doted on him and spoiled him, he would never change his mind on serious matters just to make him happy.

After coaxing his young brother, King Camos continued to stand with his knight captains in front of a square table covered with a map, discussing over the map how to prevent the Vinar River from flooding again.

Gallan was placed on a soft chair, with a plate of fragrant milk cakes and a glass of sweet juice in front of him, but Gallan pursed his lips, obviously not in the mood to eat.

He bent his knees in the soft chair and blinked, his mind spinning rapidly.

While thinking hard, he unconsciously glanced at the people opposite him.

A golden light flashed in his eyes. He took a closer look and saw a four-finger-wide pure gold armband on King Camos's upper arm.

Instantly, his eyes lit up.

The little prince immediately jumped down from the chair, ran to King Camos's side, stretched out his little hand and tugged on the corner of King Camos' clothes.

"Brother Wang~~~"

he shouted, tugging harder.

As soon as Kamos lowered his head, he saw the child looking up at him with his little face, and his golden eyes looking at him brightly.

He couldn't help but smile, lifted Garlan up and placed him on the table.

"What? Have you decided what reward you want?"

"Um!"

The white little hand reached out to King Kamos, and Garlan looked at Kamos with bright eyes.

"Brother Wang, give me gold coins, Aaron gold coins."

"ha?"

King Camos was startled.

He didn't expect that Gallan wanted gold coins after thinking for a long time.

Is his little brother short of money?

He thought, has he never treated this child materially?

Garlan's words made the expressions of the knight captains next to him change slightly. For them, it was not a good thing for the heir to the throne to be fond of money.

"Brother Wang~~"

Garlan shouted again, the child's voice was still childlike, soft and sweet, like a sweet little milk cake, and the big golden eyes looked at him shining brightly.

King Camos, who was hesitating, immediately softened his heart.

"Yes, yes...but you have to tell Brother Wang, what do you want the gold coins for?"

"Go hire people."

"ah?"

"Didn't Brother Wang say that there is a shortage of manpower? But I see that all those refugees have nothing to do now, so I give them money to hire them and ask them to help me bury those corpses. Isn't that okay?"

"Uh...that's a good idea."

King Camos thought for a while and felt that this was a good idea.

Although the refugees have been properly resettled, they can easily cause riots if they do nothing. It would be better to give them something to do. Although he felt that what Garlan wanted to do was unnecessary, as the king of Aaron Landis, he was not short of wealth, so it was no big deal to spend some gold coins to make his little king brother happy.

After thinking this, he smiled and touched Garlan's head to praise him.

"Yes, that's good. Garlan is so smart."

Several knight commanders looked at each other and felt relieved.

Fortunately, this little prince does not seem to be the kind of person who is greedy for money.

Just when King Camos was satisfied, the knight captains breathed a sigh of relief, and Garlan was happy that he had achieved his goal, and everyone was happy, a cold voice suddenly intervened.

"King Camos, you dote on Prince Gallan too much."

Priest Shamash said expressionlessly as he walked into the government room, and glanced at Garlan who was sitting on the table.

"You shouldn't let him do such a meaningless thing just because of his temper."

Camos scratched his head.

"I have promised him."

"So please pay attention next time."

Shermer said, walked to the table and looked down at the map on the table.

Then, he frowned.

"Is the swell of the Vinal River getting worse?"

A knight commander replied: "Yes, the silt has accumulated a lot and the river bed is very high. I don't know if I can survive this time, but I have seen the river embankment. If this continues, even if we continue to repair the embankment, it will be very difficult next year." It’s hard to hold on.”

He pointed at the location of the city of Vinard on the map and the nearby stretch of the Vinard River.

"Here and here, the river bed is already more than one meter above the ground." He frowned and said, "Even if we wait for the dry season to arrange for people to clean up the mud, when the water floods again, the river bed that was finally dug will be It will be filled up with the silt brought in.”

"Now we can only think of ways to raise the embankment again, but the problem is that with our technology, the height of the river embankment is almost reaching its limit. If it is raised higher, it will be difficult to ensure the stability of the embankment."

Shermer looked at the map carefully, then reached out and clicked nearby.

"There's a valley here," he said, "and a dry river."

"If we can't continue to raise the embankment, we can only find ways to channel the water to other places. It is best to connect the Vinal River with this dry river."

"Are you talking about building a channel between here? The distance is a bit far, I'm afraid it will take a long time..."

"Yes, that is what we need to do later. At present, we need to build a temporary channel to divert the water from the Vinal River to the nearby valley, where the terrain is low."

"However, to dig a channel in such a short time, we need a lot of manpower to work quickly. It is too late to transfer from nearby cities..."

King Camos touched his chin and thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Almost at the same time, Xie Muer also raised his head.

The two of them simultaneously looked at Garlan, who was sitting on the table and was thinking about how much it would be best to pay for moving a corpse.

"Those refugees."

Shermur said that the words were concise and concise, and others understood it instantly.

Yes, they can follow what Prince Gallan did and use money to hire those refugees to dig channels.

Not only can it prevent the river from breaking down the river embankment again, but it can also find long-term jobs for the refugees, allowing them to earn money. Moreover, after the refugees have exhausted their energy in such high-intensity physical work, they will no longer have the desire to cause trouble. Things like rebellion.

Kill three birds with one stone.

King Camos hugged his little brother and kissed him hard.

"Garlan, you are really my lucky god!"

After the kiss, he rushed out the door in a hurry and asked people to prepare for the recruitment of refugees.

The little prince, who was still thinking about handing out money, was suddenly kissed hard and was a little confused for a moment.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw King Camos leaving in a hurry. He was confused. When he turned his head, he saw Shermer standing next to him, staring at him with his eyes.

No matter how he looked at it, it made him feel a little hairy.

...I have a very bad feeling.

"Your Highness Garlan, your injury seems to have recovered."

said the priest of Shamash, in a tone that would not allow rejection.

"Then, starting from tomorrow, you have to study with me for two hours every day."

Garlan: "!!!"

Wait, what did I do? !

The author has something to say: The little prince: qaq

I just want to prevent the plague.