A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"prince!"

"Your Highness Garlan?!"

"Wow ah ah ah how could this happen ah ah -"

After a second of solidification, a pot exploded in the Weir atrium.

The teenagers standing opposite Heimos looked at the scene in front of them and screamed in surprise.

Garlan knelt on the ground, hugged his shoulders, and dug his fingertips deeply into the skin of his shoulders.

It was unclear whether it was the sweat from the vigorous running or the cold sweat from the pain. His blond hair was stuck to his pale cheeks, and the fingers that he pressed firmly on his shoulders were shaking.

The severe pain prevented him from even shouting.

Just now, he almost pressed his whole body up to barely push Heimos away from the fallen brazier, and all the falling charcoal hit his back - he could even hear it himself There was a sound of burning flesh.

At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, holding his shoulders, and his whole body was shaking with pain.

He couldn't see what his back looked like now, but the indescribable pain made him unable to speak.

"Your Highness!"

"prince--"

The teenagers ran towards him, surrounded him helplessly, and screamed one after another, causing a sharp pain in his head.

He wanted to tell them to shut up, but the pain in his back prevented him from making a sound.

Sim hurriedly approached Garlan, but his mind went blank. He could only stand there, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly a hand suddenly stretched out from behind, reached over his shoulder, and grabbed his face. Half of his face was covered in sticky black liquid.

Immediately afterwards, a huge force suddenly came from that hand. It was a terrifying force that could almost twist his brain from his neck, and suddenly pushed him to the grass next to him.

Heimos pushed the eyesore away from him with one hand. When he saw the little child kneeling on the ground and shaking in pain, he subconsciously knelt down and stretched out his hands to pick up the child.

"do not come!"

A sound that he obviously tried his best to hold back from his throat caused his stretched out hand to freeze midway.

Heimos knelt there.

Garlan was right in front of him, within arm's reach.

It was so close that if he stretched out his hand again, he would be able to touch it.

But the child only made a weak sound, as if there was an invisible powerful force that restrained his hand in the air, unable to move.

The shouts he tried to hold back touched the skin on his neck and even his back. The sharp pain that surged from the burned area made Garlan tremble violently again.

He gasped and gasped a few more times, trying to calm his breathing.

"……do not come…"

He didn't dare to raise his head, fearing that the burned area would be painful if he moved, so he could only maintain this movement, lowered his head, and spoke softly.

"Oil...you have...black..."

He spoke in an extremely weak voice.

The few charcoal pieces that rolled down from his body were still burning and fell to the ground beside him.

"It burns when exposed to fire..."

Heimos was startled for a moment, with a look of astonishment on his face.

He glanced at the coals scattered around Garlan, said nothing, and did not move away. He just focused his gaze on Garlan again.

Instead, a piercing scream came from the side. Sim, who was pushed to the ground by Heimos and his face was stained with dark liquid, screamed in horror after hearing Garlan's words. While looking at the bright coals falling next to Garlan with fearful eyes, he just lay on the ground and crawled backwards.

He seemed to be afraid that the coals of fire would jump up and fall on him, and he just wanted to be as far away from Garlan as possible.

Because Heimos avoided more than half of the pitch-black oil at first, and all that oil spilled onto the ground.

Upon hearing Garlan's words, the teenagers who had been approaching Garlan in panic suddenly exploded, and they all stepped back in horror, fearing that they would accidentally get involved.

But fortunately, the coals falling from Garlan's body were still some distance away from the black oil splashed on the ground.

So, as soon as the teenagers who had gathered around Garlan dispersed, only Heimos, half of his body covered in black liquid, was left squatting and kneeling in front of Garlan.

He was the only one left with Garlan.

This scene was extremely ironic for a moment.

"There! That's it. Ah——!!!"

A sudden scream broke the awkward and ironic situation at this moment.

The little fat man Tarr, who hurried over with a group of soldiers, let out an astonishing scream and rushed over at a speed that was inappropriate for his body.

As he rushed, he also let out a loud scream.

"Prince! Ahhh-Prince Garlan ahhh-"

He rushed over and looked around Garlan in panic, wanting to reach out to help, but seeing the terrible burns on Garlan's back and the painful expression on Garlan's face, he didn't dare to do anything easily, so he could only cry in mourning. Face, calling the prince while circling Garlan.

While the little fat man was jumping in a hurry, the group of soldiers hurried over.

That was a group of soldiers that Tal, who had not followed Garlan, encountered on the way to catch up. Although Tal didn't know what happened, seeing the prince's anxious look, he felt that it must be something big.

Just in case, he brought over the group of soldiers who were patrolling the palace in the name of Prince Gallan.

When the leader of the team saw the messy situation in the atrium, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He immediately called a few soldiers to rush the little prince to the hospital, and then immediately ordered his subordinates to control the scene.

Heimos followed Garlan and naturally left. Before leaving, he reminded the team leader that the black liquid on the ground was flammable, so the team leader carefully doused it with a kettle first. Fire coals.

Then, he picked up the copper fire plate that had been turned over and examined it carefully. The marks on the edge of the copper fire plate that had been struck by sharp objects made the middle-aged leader frown suddenly.

Those are arrow marks!

Having judged this, without saying a word, he pulled out the small horn at his waist and blew the emergency alert sound.

Almost as soon as his trumpet sounded, all the patrol teams nearby rushed in this direction and sealed off all nearby places under the command of their respective team leaders.

Unless they had wings, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to break out of their blockade.

The group of teenagers who got into trouble looked at the soldiers coming in blankly, not knowing what was going on.

The middle-aged team leader had no time to care about them and just asked the soldiers to keep an eye on them.

Soon, the soldiers he arranged to search nearby discovered the foreign object.

"Captain! There's an arrow here!"

The soldier found the arrow from the nearby dense bushes and hurriedly brought it to the team leader.

………………

In the royal hall where government affairs are handled, King Camos is sitting at the table and busy reviewing official documents. The scrolls piled up beside the table almost cover Camos' face.

Therefore, Camos, who wanted to go to the martial arts training ground to stretch his muscles, could only stay and correct the official documents until late at night. If he doesn't finish all the accumulated business tonight, he may not be able to sleep.

The priest with slightly curly brown hair stood next to him, expressionlessly taking out the parchment rolls one by one, uncovering the intact red paint seals on them, and unfolding the rolls in front of King Camos.

He would summarize every official document in the simplest language and remind King Camos of the key points of the official document to help Camos make the quickest judgment.

"Speaking of which, something has been strange recently..."

Half of the pile of official documents was processed. When he took a short break, Xie Muer said something thoughtfully while drinking the strong tea brought by the maid to refresh himself.

"What?"

King Camos was stretching in an inconspicuous manner, yawning, and rubbing his eyes.

He reviewed fifty or sixty official documents in one go. Although the lights in the hall made the surroundings as bright as day, he still felt his eyes hurt.

"Prince Garlan and Prince Heimos have been acting strangely recently. They seemed to have had a quarrel and they didn't talk much."

"Is that so? Hahahaha, did those two little guys quarrel and lose their temper?"

King Camos laughed.

"Forget it about Garlan. This little guy is very willful and often makes troubles. However, it would be a bit rare for that kid Heimos to be like this."

After all, compared to the childish Garlan, Heimos is much more mature, and his thinking is almost the same as that of an adult... Well, when facing Garlan, he can still feel a bit like a child. .

"Although it was just a quarrel between two children, other people in the palace would not think so."

Shermur said, his eyes slightly cold.

"It's not quiet in the palace lately."

"Let them go, how can a group of grinding guys who have to figure out how many steps they take every step of the way be able to change the world?"

King Camos mocked unceremoniously.

"As for those two little guys... Haha, let the children solve their own problems. We adults can just watch."

He waved his hand nonchalantly.

"I see."

Shermer nodded and stood up.

"Please continue."

King Camos let out a howl. After howling, he suddenly raised his head and touched his chin.

"Samuel, how about making a bet? Well - just bet on ten bottles of fine wine."

He smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"I bet that in this quarrel and the cold war, Heimos will definitely admit defeat first."

Shermer spread a piece of parchment in front of King Camos and tapped the key points with his fingers.

He said expressionlessly: "...I can't afford to gamble."

King Camos was startled, then laughed loudly, and picked up the parchment while laughing.

"Hahahahahaha, there is really no way to bet like this hahahahahaha——"

Both people bet the same amount, how can they bet?

While King Camos was still laughing, an attendant hurriedly walked into the government hall.

"King Camos." He said nervously, "Something happened to Prince Garlan."

King Camos stood up abruptly, his eyes glaring, and the parchment in his hand was torn in half with a hiss.

…………

When King Camos arrived with Shermur, he saw many people coming and going in and out of Gallan's residence.

However, although there were many people, their behavior was very orderly. They were all doing their own things in a hurry without any collision with each other. Obviously, someone is directing it inside.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Camos saw a familiar young man standing under the fountain.

Heimos stood there quietly, motionless, his mouth pursed, his eyes slightly lowered, not knowing what he was thinking. Two maids were beside him, busy wiping his body. But even after being wiped, Camos could vaguely see the black liquid remaining on his body, from his arms to his calves.

The skin could barely be wiped, but the clothes on the body could not be cleaned at all. The black stains stained half of the clothes on the body, making them look dirty. Shermer couldn't help but frown after taking a look at them.

However, Kamos did not stop. He just glanced at Heimos and then hurriedly entered Garlan's room.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes crossed the crowd in the room and landed on Garlan on the bed.

At this sight, the corners of his eyes twitched hard.

His little brother was lying on the bed, and the scorch marks that looked like he had been burned by a soldering iron appeared on the child's soft and white skin.

There was one spot on the back of the neck, several spots on the back, and one spot on the calf, which looked like a hot iron rolling off a child.

On the snow-white back, those horrific burn marks looked shocking at first sight.

Garlan lay on the bed, his face turned sideways, with half of his face sunk into the pillow. The exposed half of his face was extremely pale, and his red forehead was dripping with sweat, and his hair was stuck to it.

Two doctors were standing beside the bed, bending over and carefully cleaning his wounds.

The child's fingers clenched the pillow tightly, so hard that the knuckles turned white.

He was obviously in severe pain, but he didn't cry out, but his big golden eyes were filled with tears, and his lower lip was bitten until the blood was almost gone. Tears fell down his pale cheeks, slapping. Wet pillow.

That look made people feel really distressed.

"Roya! Bring over the towel wrapped in ice!"

"Shaqi! Bring over the newly boiled water and use ice cubes to cool it down!"

"But, tell those who are making the concoction to move quickly!"

"Lufia, have the bandages and cloth soaked in concoction dried yet—"

A female officer who looked about the same age as King Camos was giving orders in the room, directing everyone to do things in an orderly manner. She was a female official assigned by King Camos to take charge of the Gallan Palace, and it was precisely because of her giving orders that everyone seemed to be in order, and they did not have to be in a hurry when doing so many things at the same time.

Instead, King Camos rushed in and blocked the door, allowing a maid who hurriedly came in with ice cubes to bump into him, almost overturning the ice basin in her hand.

When she saw it was King Camos, she panicked and quickly knelt down to apologize.

Before King Camos had time to ask her to leave him alone and get up to continue doing things, the female official over there had already looked over, frowned, walked over, and casually leaned down as a salute.

"King, we don't need anyone other than a doctor here now." The female officer with a not so good-looking face started to criticize people rudely as soon as she opened her mouth. "Please go out with Mr. Shemu'er immediately and don't hinder us."

The same thing was said not long ago to Prince Heimos, who was stuck in the room like a wooden stake and was in the way. She drove him out and arranged for two maids to wipe his body.

King Camos and the priest, who were only blocking the way in the room, were driven out in despair by the tough female officer.

As soon as they arrived outside, soldiers sent by the team leader reported to them.

"What? We caught a dead soldier, but that person committed suicide by taking poison?"

King Camos frowned tightly and looked back at the room where people were constantly coming in and out.

Yes, there is no use for him to stay here. The only thing he can do is to find out the mastermind who harmed his brother Wang as soon as possible.

"Where is the body?"

After getting the answer from the soldier, King Camos walked forward quickly.

As soon as he reached the gate, he stopped and turned to look at the young man standing at the bottom of the fountain, half of his body soaked.

"Heimos." King Camos said, "Follow me."

The author has something to say: Regarding the update time that everyone is asking about.

Usually there are two time points, five o'clock in the afternoon or eleven o'clock in the evening.

Anyway, if there is no update at 5 pm, you will have to wait until 11 pm.