A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The author has something to say: The presence of Xiao Gong you wanted is here~~

In the government hall of the palace, long black stone tables were lined up on both sides, and the clerks sitting behind the tables were busy.

Countless people shuttled through this vast hall, constantly bringing rolls of parchment up, standing in front of the table and reporting work to the clerks behind the table. Some tables were fine, with only a few people scattered around, while some tables had already formed long queues, and the clerks there were sweating profusely from their busy schedules.

There are many side rooms on both sides of the government affairs hall, and the doors are all ajar. The clerks in front of these long tables belong to various departments, and their bosses are in the room behind them. That room is the administration room of each department.

From time to time, clerks would come in and out, reporting to their superiors on tasks that they were unable to make decisions on, and from time to time, the current heads of various government affairs offices could be seen walking out to check and inquire about the progress of certain important work.

A clerk in white clothes walked into the side room behind him holding a pile of rolled parchment. There were several people standing in the room, gathered around a square table, discussing something over an unfolded map on the table.

The white-clothed clerk thought that if he guessed correctly, they should be discussing the dredging of channels on the other side of the Vernal River. Now, that project is in full swing under the command of the newly appointed governor of Vernal City.

Shermer stood among them, wearing a white sacrificial robe hanging down to his ankles, and a crown made of olive branches and leaves. He put his hand on the map and said something quickly.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and saw the clerk in white coming in, and asked.

"How's it going?"

A total of four cities have been hit by floods this year, with Vinal being the most serious one.

According to past experience, every time a city suffers from a flood, a serious plague will appear in that city. So Shermer just asked his subordinates to sort out the plague situation in those cities as soon as possible and let him take a look.

"Lord Shermer, things are a little strange."

The clerk took out a piece of parchment and walked over, spreading it out on the table.

"You see, the report submitted by Vinal City is very strange."

"The flooding situation in Vinal City is the worst in history, so it would not be surprising if there is a widespread plague."

Someone next to me said this.

"No, that's not the case. This report makes it very clear that the plague in Vinal City is not serious this time, because the number of people killed by the plague is less than one-third of that in other cities, and the time and scope are also the same. It was very small and seems to have stopped now.”

"How can it be?"

Shermer frowned. Based on past experience, it is estimated that the plague in Vinal City this time should be very serious, at least more than twice that of other cities. How come it is now much less severe than other cities with smaller disasters?

"Did the Archons lie about the plague?"

"No." Another person said, he was an official of the Inspectorate. "Our inspectors and spies in Vinal City have been monitoring the consul. He should not do such a thing."

Shermer pondered.

Indeed, the officials and dignitaries of Vinal City had only experienced the Lion King's wrath more than half a month ago. They saw with their own eyes the corrupt officials who were killed and bleeding like rivers. Each and every one of the survivors was frightened to death and kept shouting at them. King Camos showed his loyalty and swore a curse to never oppress the people of the city again.

How long has it been since? How dare they mess around with something like this?

However, the plague situation in Vinal City is indeed very strange...

etc.

Suddenly, a sentence he heard when he was still in Vinal City more than half a month ago flashed in his mind.

“When the bodies of people who died of illness are soaked in water, the disease will melt in the water, and then when everyone drinks the water, they will drink the disease again. ’

At that time, Xie Muer didn't take it to heart at all and thought it was purely childish remarks. It's just that King Camos dotes on his younger brother and lets him do whatever he wants.

If there is one thing that makes Vinard City different from other cities and all cities that have been hit by floods in history, I am afraid that it is only...

Thinking of this, Xie Mu'er said nothing to the others, took the parchment and quickly left the crowded government hall.

Crossing the square, he headed to the royal court at the rear.

The royal court where King Camos is at this moment is spacious and bright. The golden walls on both sides are spread out diagonally to both sides. Countless huge golden pillars carved with complex patterns support the arc-shaped hall dome, which is as thin as mist. Snow-white gauze hangs around the golden pillars, showing graceful dancing in the wind.

This royal court stands on a high platform, with the blue sea not far behind it. Even if you sit on the throne at the deepest point inside, you can see the surrounding land and the boundless ocean at a glance, which symbolizes the king's A broad mind that can accommodate everything.

The sea breeze blowing from the sea blew through the royal court, bringing the moist breath of the sea.

When the priest of Shamash walked into the royal court, King Camos was on the long golden throne.

He was sitting lazily on the bench, leaning on the armrest at an angle, with one hand supporting his head, one foot on the throne, and the other hand holding a piece of parchment and looking at it.

Under the high platform, several ministers were waiting with bows.

After waiting patiently for King Camos to finish dealing with the affairs of the previous ministers, Shermour stepped forward and reported the affairs of Vinar City to King Camos.

King Camos looked at the parchment in his hand and thought for a while.

He said: "Are you saying that the reason why no serious plague broke out in Vinar City is probably because of what Garlan did in the first place?"

"It's just a guess. I checked carefully and the measures to prevent and control the plague are obviously the same. This is the only difference between Vinal City and several other cities."

"Guess..."

King Camos pondered.

His little prince was a cute and kind-hearted child. Because he couldn't bear to see the corpses lying on the ground without anyone taking care of them, he acted coquettishly and took away a large sum of property from him and hired local refugees. The body was buried deep in the mountains.

He's always thought so.

However, Garlan did say at the beginning that he was worried that the disease would melt into the water and everyone would get sick after drinking it.

At that time, he just thought what my little brother said was so cute~~

However, if we really find a way to curb the plague by accident...

"King Camos, this may be just an accident, but it may also be really useful." Shermur said, "No matter what, we have to try it first."

Post-disaster plagues have always troubled this country.

The people who managed to survive the disaster died of illness in large numbers after the disaster. Therefore, every time the population of a city suffers a disaster, even if it is just a number, it is shocking to see.

In order to prevent and control the plague, this country has racked its brains and exhausted all methods throughout the ages, but has always achieved little.

King Camos nodded.

Regardless of whether it works or not, you have to try it.

"I understand. I will issue a decree. From now on, no one is allowed to abandon corpses in water sources, especially in cities that have been hit by floods. The corpses must be buried deep in the mountains."

He thought for a moment and added another sentence.

"Start now by giving cities that are frequently hit by disasters a special fund that can only be used to bury and dispose of bodies."

After saying that, King Camos looked at the parchment in his hand which had the current situation of Vinal City written by the consul himself, and felt much better.

He said: "If this approach is really effective, then Garlan has achieved another great achievement."

He smiled and said, "Shemu'er, tell me, how did that child think about this matter? We wouldn't think about such a thing at all."

"...Yes, neither you nor I would think about such a thing." Shermur said, "Only if you really think about the civilians at the bottom from the bottom of your heart, will you do anything like this?" Thinking like this.”

He sighed: "I am sometimes worried that Prince Gallan's character is too gentle, which makes it difficult to establish majesty. And Aaron Landis is still in chaos and war, so he is actually not suitable. Aaron Landis now.”

"There's nothing to worry about, Shermer."

King Camos grinned nonchalantly.

"By the time I hand over the throne to him, Aaron Landis will definitely have peace in the world and there will be no more wars."

"I will remove all obstacles for him, put an end to iron and blood, death and war in my hands, and I will deliver into his hands a peaceful Aaron Landis."

"At that time, he only needed to protect the people of this country with his true heart, and that was enough."

Shermur looked at King Camos who spoke his grand plan in an understatement. The young king was like a majestic lion, standing proudly on the earth.

His scorching eyes, which seemed to be burning with flames, looked down at the earth, ambitious, and vowed to put everything under his control.

And this king of lions, who can intimidate everyone with his roar, only when he looks back at the little cub behind him, does the sharpness in his eyes shrink and reveal a bit of softness and tenderness.

Xie Muer said nothing more, bowed slightly, then turned around and planned to leave.

"Are you leaving? I still want to loosen my muscles and have a fight with you."

"Yes, King Kamos, it's time for Prince Garlan to study."

"...Ah, oh, then go ahead."

Although he felt sorry for his little brother who wilted every time he was bombed by Shermur, King Kamos, who knew that he would definitely not be able to deal with Shermur, choked up and then waved his hand with a dry smile.

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It was in the afternoon, when the sun was at its brightest, and a few white clouds occasionally drifted across the blue sky.

In the spacious martial arts training ground, there was a crisp sound of metal weapons hitting each other, and the bright sword blades reflected the golden sunlight.

Garlan clenched the sword in his hand with both hands, raised his hand, and forcefully took the sword thrust from the opponent.

There was a clang, and the force of the impact was transmitted from the junction of the weapons. Suddenly, the jaws of both hands became numb.

But at this moment, the opponent swung down his sword again, and his numb hands could no longer hold it. With the clang, the sword in his hand was knocked out, spinning in the air, tilting. Into the ground.

And Garlan himself also fell backwards, and was about to fall to the ground.

A hand stretched out from the sloping ground and caught him around the waist as he was about to fall.

He subconsciously looked up and saw the familiar golden-red eyes. The eyes of Heimos who caught him bent towards him, and with a little force of his hand, he helped him stand firm again.

"Prince Garlan, I've said it many times, don't come head-on. You must know how to use your strength to offload your strength."

A stern voice sounded, and Shermer, who was holding a long sword, scolded the little prince whose sword was knocked away again.

He had already changed out of his robes and took off his crown of branches and leaves. He was now dressed in powerful attire and looked like a warrior.

As the instructor of the two princes, he is responsible not only for knowledge, but also for martial arts. After all, every priest of Shamash is a powerful warrior, and Shemurr is the best among them.

"Also, when fighting someone, no matter what happens, you must never let the weapon leave your hand." He scolded mercilessly, "Look, how many times have you lost your sword?"

Counting the time just now, the sword in Garlan's hand had been knocked away by him five times in a row.

The blond knight who had been watching by the martial arts training ground looked at the little prince who was so scolded that his whole body shrank. He smiled, walked into the field, and pulled out the long sword stuck on the ground.

Then, he walked towards Shermer and the others with his sword in hand.

"Master Priest."

He said, "I was watching from the side, and the prince had actually been using the technique of synergy. It's just that your strength was much greater than that of ordinary warriors, and your speed was also faster. The prince had just stepped forward to meet you, and you had already stabbed him."

Shermer frowned.

"is that so?"

"Yes." Kaihos said, "And with continuous practice like this, fatigue will only make the prince's reaction slower."

"……knew."

Shemu'er turned to look at Garlan, "Your Highness, you can rest for half an hour. Come back in half an hour, and I will control my speed and strength appropriately."

Then, his eyes fell on Heimos next to Garlan.

"Prince Heimos, it's your turn next."

Kayhos stepped forward, got down on one knee, and handed the sword he had just drawn to the little prince. He turned his back to Shermer and secretly winked at the little prince.

Garlan was startled, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that the little prince was amused by him, Keyhos got up and returned to where he was before.

"Is that the guardian knight assigned to you by King Camos?"

Looking back from the back of the departing knight, Heimos asked seemingly casually.

"Um."

Garlan replied, grinning as if he had a toothache.

"Maybe you think I'm too weak. If you were as strong as Heimos, you wouldn't have arranged anything for me."

His indifferent words made Heimos, who pursed his lips and felt inexplicably unhappy, laugh and rub his head.

"You are young."

He said, "Shemu'er is just bullying you because he is taller and stronger than you."

He said like coaxing a child to Garlan, who was obviously a little unhappy after being beaten by Shermer just now.

Garlan tilted his head and looked at him.

"Then you mean I can beat him when I grow up?"

Heimos: "..."

Is it better to tell a lie now or is it better to tell a lie now?

he mused.

Garlan curled his lips, thrust the sword in Heimos's hand, and then stepped back a few steps to make room for Heimos and Shemuel.

Then, he was so tired that he didn't bother to care about his image, so he just squatted down on the ground and watched.

Let's not talk about other things, at least in terms of martial arts, Heimos is very good, and he is born with divine power. After Shermer deliberately controlled his speed and strength a little, he, who was only a young man, was actually able to compete with Shermer. Don't fall behind in the battle.

Even Kehos, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, nodded slightly. He had seen more than Garlan. For example, Heimos had a strong ability to absorb learning. He was like a sponge, making mistakes once. We will never make the mistake a second time, so we grow extremely quickly.

Shermur during the battle also thought so.

I'm afraid that in a few years, he will have to go all out against Prince Heimos.

He was thinking this in his mind when suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if the arrow wound there had cracked.

The sudden pain caused his body to pause for a second, and Heimos, who happened to turn around and sway behind him, turned around and stabbed him with a sword. Although he felt something was wrong, he couldn't stop his hand, and the sword actually stabbed him under the arm. In the past, there was a sudden splash of red blood in the air——

"Lord Shermer!"

Kayhos, who was watching the battle, rushed over.

"It's okay." Xie Mu'er raised his hand to signal and said, "It just rubbed under the armpit."

He had a large cut near his waist and was bleeding, but it wasn't serious.

Kayhos breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to say something when he saw Heimos's expression suddenly changed. He dropped the sword in his hand and rushed out. He looked doubtfully and his expression suddenly changed.

Not far away, the small figure who was squatting fell to the ground at some point.

"Garlan!"

"prince!"

"Your Highness Garlan——?"

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Noisy sounds…………

.........it's so noisy......

What……

[Since you are so loyal...just go with him...]

Who is speaking?

...Ah, that bright sky...the stone statue of the Star Goddess looks down with endless compassion in her eyes...

…

The sword stabbed down.

It was stabbed heavily from the hand of the young man with cold golden-red eyes.

The sharp sword penetrated the back of the heart of the kneeling priest Shamash.

The splattered blood dyed the corners of the stone statue of the goddess standing on the ground looking down at everything with compassion...