A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The soldiers rudely pushed Garlan and the two into the dungeon, the iron door closed with a bang, and they turned and left.

The light in the dungeon was very dark, only the oil lamp hanging on the wall of the dungeon hall gave off a dim yellow light, making it difficult to make out the outlines of the surrounding things.

There are other prisoners in the huge dungeon, but everyone is lifeless. Even if they see a newcomer being pushed in, they just raise their eyelids, and then lower their eyes, indifferent.

Garlan stood in the dungeon with his head slightly bowed and said nothing, his hands were still tied behind his back.

He pursed his lips tightly, the shadows from his slender eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, and the long golden hair fell down from his side cheeks, covering half of his slightly red cheeks.

Schulos, who had been silent since the incident, looked like a wooden man, came over and looked at the flushed cheeks.

He whispered: "What? Young master, do you feel wronged?"

Garlan didn't say a word, but his lips were pursed even tighter.

"Since you have decided to come here, you should be prepared not to be trusted."

Schloss shrugged.

"A child is a child, and I can't bear any grievances." He said with some emotion, "As a powerless commoner, or even a lowly untouchable, how much grievance will I suffer every day, and I may even be wronged by others." Until death, a noble young master like you can't even imagine it."

Garlan raised his eyes to look at him, although he tried his best to suppress it, there was still a hint of anger in his eyes.

"I've never been treated like this before."

He said in a harsh tone.

Schloss smiled.

"Civilians who have been at the bottom since birth have become accustomed to this kind of life of aggrieved lives. A slap in the face is nothing to them, and it is not as important as their meal."

He said, "Young master, if you were a commoner, you wouldn't be able to live now with your personality."

Garlan was silent for a moment, then lost his temper suddenly.

"Obviously I came here to help them, but locked me up instead. Is this group of people sick? Especially that guy—that guy, he deserves to die! He deserves to be crushed to death by the mountain, he deserves to be killed. If the water drowns, I will let him die!"

He kicked the iron door hard, causing the iron door to slam.

"Even if something as big as the mountain torrent is a lie, you have to confirm it, right? If you have a brain and think about it, you know that no one will lie about this kind of thing! They are all a bunch of pig brains! Pig brains!"

After cursing in one breath, Garlan took a deep breath.

Then, he turned his head to look at Shuros calmly.

"We have to figure out a way to get out, the flash floods won't give us much time."

"........."

Garlan's expression changed too quickly. He lost his temper like a child a second ago, and turned his head to discuss the mountain torrent calmly with him, which made Shulos a little confused for a while.

He said dumbfoundingly: "I said, you just said to let them die, why did you turn around and get anxious again?"

"I'm in a bad mood, so I have to scold and vent it. Besides, I'm talking about letting him die, not them."

After losing his temper, the slightly calmer boy shrugged his shoulders like Schulos.

"You can't throw a basket of good eggs on the ground just because a rotten egg hits it, right? No matter how angry you are, you should be saved."

"It's easy for you to say, if you had brought something to prove your identity, we would have seen the city lord a long time ago."

Schulos said angrily that when he stretched out his hand tied behind his back, a thin blade slipped from his cuff, he cut his backhand, and the rope fell down.

He moved his wrist and stepped forward to help Garlan untie the rope.

"Okay, young master, don't be wronged."

He leaned close to Garlan's ear and said in an annoyed voice, "I'll take you out of this damn place when it's a bit later."

"Ah? But..."

The bard smiled.

"It's just a broken lock." He said nonchalantly, "When I have no money, I'll go to the rich merchant's house to 'borrow' some property, such a small thing as unlocking... ahem."

Inadvertently telling the truth, Shuros coughed a few times in embarrassment in the face of Garlan's wide-eyed stare at him in astonishment.

"Don't look at me like that, I've done some research beforehand, they're all the kind of people who are rich and unkind, and I'll distribute some of the stolen property to the poor."

He said, "Okay, just sit and wait until late at night."

Garlan thought for a while, then lowered his voice and asked, "Can you sneak into the castellan's room?"

"Impossible, the defense is too tight, not to mention the city lord's room, sneaking into the executive government is very dangerous. At most, I have sneaked into the rich merchant's house before."

He found a clean pile of straw in the dungeon, and Garlan sat there with his hands resting on his bent knees, looking down at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

He didn't say a word, and Schulos didn't speak. He kept turning the thin blade in his palm, carefully sizing up the structure of the dungeon, and considering the fastest way to escape.

After a long silence, Garlan suddenly spoke.

"Sullos."

"Ok?"

"If I were still a nobleman... this matter can be easily resolved, isn't it?"

Schloss's eyes flickered.

"Listen, Gal." He said, "Things like mind are not worth mentioning. Everything depends on the result."

The village that was burned down because of his recklessness flashed through his mind a long time ago. Even though it has been a long time, he still felt a slight pain in his heart at this moment.

"Even if a person without power has the best idea, if he can't do it, the result will be bad."

"But even if a person with power has a plan that is not very glorious, but he did it, the result is good."

"People never care about your purpose, they only care about getting a good result, because only a good result can give them peace and happiness."

"Don't you care about...the purpose?"

The young man repeated this sentence in a low voice.

"In this world, personal bravery is not worth mentioning. You can beat ten people, but you can't beat 100."

Schloss's words are very straightforward.

"To tell you the truth, Gal, as a commoner, you don't have the ability to help others. It can even be said that with your appearance, once you meet a dignitary with special preferences, you may not even be able to protect yourself."

The bard's words hit the nail on the head.

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then fell into silence with his hands on his knees.

After a while, Schulos guessed that it was almost done, got up and looked at the situation, then stood in front of the cell door, and reached out to touch the iron lock.

But at this moment, there was a bang sound from the hall of the dungeon, and Schulos withdrew his hand suddenly, pretending to sit back in the corner.

A middle-aged man with a big belly came in, and he seemed to be the housekeeper of some powerful man by his clothes.The warden was by his side with a very respectful expression.

As soon as he came in, the prisoners in the cell became agitated, as if they all knew him.

Garlan felt strange when he saw the expression of fear and struggle on the face of the man next to him in the prison.At this moment, the man who looked like a butler spoke.

"Adults want to watch a performance of beast fighting tomorrow, which one of you wants to come?"

He hummed and said, standing on the steps at the entrance of the passage and sweeping around the people in the dungeon.

The prisoners he caught shrank into the shadows, and some of them trembled. He looked away with disdain, as if he saw something dirty.

He said: "The old rules, as long as you win, the adults will fulfill your one request, even murderers can be exempted from the death penalty."

"What beast fight performance?"

Garlan asked in a low voice to the man in the dungeon next to him.

The thin man hesitated for a moment, and answered him in a low voice.

"It is to let you fight wild beasts such as wolves, leopards, and wild boars in the arena. If you can kill the beasts, you will win, and the nobles will agree to any requests you make."

The man trembled and said, "However, after coming down so many times, almost all the players who played on the field died."

And the death was extremely tragic, and the flesh and blood were directly eaten by the beasts, leaving no bones left.

So no one dared to go, and only those condemned prisoners who were destined to die dared to fight to the death.

"Aren't those nobles looking for some excitement?"

Schloss on the side scoffed.

"There was an earthquake just now, and they were bored."

"Is there no one?"

The man asked loudly again, but seeing no one said anything, he couldn't help frowning.

Because of the earthquake not long ago, his family was in a bad mood and wanted to vent, so he asked him to come over and pick a criminal to hold a beast fight.

If he messes up his errands, the adults will be furious.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the silent dungeon.

"Will any request be granted?"

The voice was obviously very young, even a little immature.

The aristocratic butler walked over with a lantern in his hand, and seeing that the speaker was a teenager, who didn't even look like an adult, he couldn't help frowning.

"Son, you're too young, it's best not to get involved in this matter."

He used to find those vicious criminals to die, but he had no mercy.

But this time, the one in front of him is just a beautiful underage child, the housekeeper persuaded him with some reluctance.

"Are you really going to agree to any request?"

the boy insisted.

Since the other party insisted, the butler sighed inwardly and stopped persuading him.

He nodded: "That's right, you can make any request, as long as it's within the city of Twirul, you win, whether it's property or exoneration, any request adults will satisfy you."

The blond boy nodded.

"Okay, I'll go."

The noble butler left with a slight sigh in his heart. Although he was very pitiful, he couldn't stop the young man who was willing to die for money or forgiveness.

The prisoners in the dungeon all looked at the not strong boy with pitiful eyes, as if they were looking at a dead person.

Shuros grabbed Garlan's hand.

"Are you crazy? Courting death is not the way to court death!"

He lowered his voice, "Stop talking, I'll take you out of here later. At that time, we'll put up flash flood notes all over the city, and we can't control the rest! Whether it's the officials in this city , or other people, they can only resign themselves to fate. They don’t believe us, they can only say that their fate has been determined by God, but we can’t die with them!”

Garlan turned his head to look at Shuros.

"Even the fate set by God can be changed."

In the previous lives, Heymos changed the destiny predetermined by the gods.

In this life, he changed Heymos' fate.

Also, Opada, the little princess, etc., the fate of many people has changed.

He should not blindly indulge in the so-called past fate.

Gallan already understood.

This time he hit a wall because of himself.

He said that he would give up his status as a prince, but he actually still habitually acted as a prince and with the thinking of a prince.He fell into the trap so easily because he subconsciously still believed that he was a prince, and he didn't need to worry about his safety at all in the ruling government.

After suffering a big loss this time, he finally realized it.

Garlan suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled at Shuros.

"Since we are rangers now, let's use the way of rangers this time to solve this matter simply and rudely."

During this period of time, the heaviness and confusion hidden in the bottom of my heart disappeared, and the boy's smile returned to its former brightness.

"Let me tell you, do you want to ask to meet the city lord after you win?"

"Guess~"

The teenager smiled.

"...don't guess."

The bard flatly refused.

I always feel that the current Gal is even more difficult to deal with.

he thinks.

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As the night passed, the city of Twiller became busy and noisy again.

Residents in the city are still busy resting their damaged houses, and countless people pass by on the road.

As time passed, near noon, a richly decorated house in the northeast corner of the city was very lively.

It was a small indoor arena, and only the rich and powerful could enter and watch it.

It was built very solidly, so it didn't suffer too much damage in the two successive earthquakes, only a few cracks in the side room, which have been repaired long ago.

The young noble children came together and greeted each other reservedly.Then, he couldn't wait to cast his eyes on the arena in the middle.

There are also a small number of noble women in fine clothes, holding the hands of their husbands or lovers, coming gracefully and sitting gracefully on their seats.

Frightened by the earthquake, they will vent their anger in this bloody gladiatorial battle.

Generally speaking, the fighting venue in the large open-air arena is very low, and the seats of the audience are high, which is to avoid hurting the audience during the fight.

But this indoor arena is different, it uses a huge iron cage to seal the fighting arena.In this way, the audience can watch at close range, which is more exciting.

Under everyone's gaze, a blond-haired boy appeared in front of them, causing a buzz of whispering among the crowd.

The noble ladies stared at the boy even more, with regretful expressions on their faces.

"My God, such a beautiful child..."

"He's not yet an adult, is he? What crime did he commit at such a young age?"

"It's such a pity to think that this child will be torn apart by wild beasts."

"If I had known that there was such a beautiful boy, I would have bought him one step ahead."

An aristocratic woman covered her mouth with a fan, suddenly smiled strangely, and said in a low voice: "But you don't think that when his slender body is torn apart by wild beasts, when his fair skin is stained with blood, such a beautiful boy, Does it make people feel more exciting and more exciting?"

"........."

No one answered.

Some people glanced at each other, and when they imagined the bloody but sternly beautiful scene that the woman said, their hearts beat faster and they couldn't help looking forward to it.

Some nobles also frowned and looked away in disapproval.

Many people showed pity for the boy in the iron cage, and their eyes were full of unbearable.There are even a few soft-hearted noble ladies or men who have sent their servants to ask if the wrestling can be stopped, and they can pay for the child's atonement.

But it was already too late, before the servants had time to go down, the beast had already been released from the cage opposite the young man.

The crowd exclaimed.

There were exclamations of nervousness and worry, but also exclamations of excitement.

It was a majestic gray-black giant wolf.

The hair is thick, the body is huge, and the body shape is more than half of the boy's height at the shoulders alone.

The sharp claws, ferocious teeth, and the fierce light from the red eyes all made people frightened.

It was a beast that made one's heart tremble at a glance.

The moment it appeared, the room that was originally noisy because of the boy suddenly fell silent for a moment.

It no longer knows how many human flesh and blood it has devoured. Many people here have witnessed the terrifying scene of this ferocious giant wolf tearing those criminals apart.

Wolves that have eaten human flesh are extremely aggressive towards humans.

As soon as it came out, its red eyes stared viciously at the live food opposite.

Unable to hold back even for a second, it sprinted, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the distance between it and its prey amidst the shouts of the crowd.

Then, the giant wolf jumped up, jumped high in the air, and opened its mouth to bite its prey fiercely.

Its sharp teeth exposed to the air refracted a cold light in the light.

The young man who was thrown by him seemed to be stunned. No matter how many people shouted at him to let him run, he still stood there motionless.

In the exclamation of everyone, seeing that giant wolf was about to bite off the poor boy's neck in full view——

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the sky, and a dagger was handed out like lightning.

The gray wolf clicked and bit hard on the hard iron blade.

Before it could react, the fist with the iron finger gloves had already hit its most vulnerable nose heavily, smashing it to the point of staring at it.

The four paws landed on the ground, and its body could not help but pause slightly.

But its prey does not give it time to rest.

The boy let go of the dagger that was still bitten by it, turned around, and grabbed the long sword that had been placed on the ground in advance.

A sword slashed fiercely on its lower back.

The giant wolf howled, blood splashed all over his back, his lower limbs went limp, and he knelt on the ground involuntarily.

And the young man who was supposed to be the blood food in its mouth has already raised his long sword high with his backhand.

A sword stabbed down, pierced through the back of its neck, and firmly nailed its head to the ground.

The boy stood on top of the giant wolf, panting violently.

The gray wolf pinned to the ground twitched a few times and stopped breathing.

Stepping on the head of the wolf corpse, he drew out the long sword.

The spattered blood stained most of his clothes red, and sporadically splashed onto his cheeks.

He looked up at the crowd.

At this moment, the entire room was silent, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The blond boy who stepped on the wolf carcass raised his head, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.

His fair skin was still stained with shocking blood red.

Long golden hair fell from his shoulders.

The look he raised his head and looked at everyone was inexplicably startling for some reason.

It was as if in that glance, the world held its breath for a moment.

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"What? You say it again?"

"Please let me see the Lord Canile."

"It's impossible. You can change your request, such as property or the like. These are all fine."

The middle-aged noble standing in the middle of the audience seats shook his head, rejecting what he thought was an extremely presumptuous request from this young man.

Released from the arena, the blond boy with a simple change of clothes was brought to the noble in charge of the arena, and his request was flatly rejected by the middle-aged noble.

The boy was silent for a while, and changed his request.

"Forgive me my sins, and, I want that."

He pointed to the gold bracelet on the wrist of the middle-aged nobleman and said that there was also a huge gemstone on the bracelet, which gleamed under the light and was very conspicuous.

It is very expensive and valuable at a glance.

The middle-aged nobleman frowned unhappily, but in public, he had already rejected the boy's request once, and he promised to agree to any request. If he refused again, his reputation would be affected.

"it is good."

He nodded and said, taking off the gold bracelet.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man stepped forward calmly and reached out to catch the gold bracelet handed to him by the middle-aged nobleman.

But in the next second, a sudden change occurred.

The blond boy who seemed about to catch the bracelet suddenly grabbed the wrist of the middle-aged nobleman, quickly turned over and jumped behind the nobleman.

As soon as he raised his hand, the thin blade protruding from his fingertips touched the throat of the middle-aged nobleman.

"do not move."

The boy said, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Be nice."

The middle-aged nobleman's face turned pale in shock.

The air was quiet for a second, and then, the entire indoor arena exploded.

The nobles in the vicinity quickly got up and retreated to a safe distance, and the noble ladies screamed in horror.

As long as they recalled the terrible scene of the young man stepping on the corpse of a giant wolf with a sword in his hand not long ago, they couldn't help but be terrified, and they were afraid that they would avoid it, let alone approach it.

Garlan didn't care about the mess around him, he grabbed the stiff middle-aged nobleman and dragged him towards the gate.

The guards had already rushed over. Although there were quite a few of them, they looked at the middle-aged nobleman in his hands and the blade on his neck, and they were afraid to approach him one by one.

The door was opened, and he dragged the man out of the door.

As soon as he went out, there was the sound of horseshoes, and in a blink of an eye, the black-haired bard had galloped to the gate. He was holding another horse in his hand, and looked at Garlan with a smile on his face.

Without talking nonsense, Schulos stretched out his hand, knocked the middle-aged nobleman unconscious, and threw him on his horse.

Garlan got on his horse neatly. At this moment, the middle-aged nobleman's steward, servants, and guards there all chased him out, watching him nervously, as well as the middle-aged man who was lying unconscious on the back of Schloss's horse. noble.

The boy rode on the horse and raised his chin towards the group of people.

He said, "Come on, follow me."

He smiled, his golden eyes brightened.

He turned his head and galloped away with his blond hair flying behind him.

The group of people could only watch helplessly as the two men took their fainted master away, leaving them only a field of dust, and the indoor arena that was completely messed up.

"Chasing, chasing! Also, call someone! Immediately notify the city gate guard!"

The butler of the middle-aged nobleman was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He shouted: "Ask the city gate guard to chase after him! Immediately! Rescue the lord!"