A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the previous lives, Heymos' uncle, Earl, the lord of the city of Menester, secretly instigated that fire incident.Later Heymos knew the truth, and at first he held back, but when he grew up and accumulated enough strength, he took revenge on his uncle mercilessly.

Because of the deep-seated hatred, at that time, he who had become completely cold and violent killed his uncle and his cousin with his own hands.

This incident caused an uproar in Aaron Landis, and even spread the notoriety of Heymos among those who did not know the truth.

Everyone said, how cruel and terrifying would be a person who could kill even his own blood relatives with his own hands.

'Son of the devil'.

Everyone called Heymos like this.

In this life, because there was no such thing as Heymos being severely burned, Garlan felt that this incident should never happen again, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But when Shuros suddenly mentioned the city of Menester, his chest tightened inexplicably, and a bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

It stands to reason that the current Heymos is different from the previous lives. He is very rational and calm in situations. It is impossible for him to do such stupid things as killing his blood relatives with his own hands.But for some reason, when Garlan heard that Heymos had gone to that city, he felt terrified.

He thought about it carefully, and found somewhat flusteredly that the time in the previous lives when Reheymos killed his uncle seemed to be around this time.

Thinking of this, he was even more restless, so he could only rush to the city of Meneste with Shuros overnight.

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After leaving Garlan, Heymos went to the city of Meneste alone.

He wasn't worried that Garlan would sneak away again after he left, he knew Garlan well, and since he said he wanted to go back, he would definitely go back.

Moreover, it was not far from the royal city. With Garlan's fairly good skills and the archery skills of a bard with him, he was not worried that they would encounter danger on the way.

He rode his horse and galloped along the banks of the Enki River, and finally arrived near the city of Menester in the morning two days later.

In a small town there, a group of knights in black and red leather armor was waiting for him.

Seeing him coming, the leading knight approached on horseback and handed him a palm-length copper cylinder. The opening of the copper cylinder was sealed with black wax and stamped with a seal.

After reading the contents of the letter in the copper cylinder, Heymos' eyes were slightly cold.

It was a letter written by King Kamos himself.

"Find out?"

The knight commander nodded, and said in a low voice: "The royal knight has already confessed, and according to the content of his confession, Your Excellency Soga has found several nails buried in the palace by 'that', and reported them all. to King Kamos."

"Also, for the Chief Secretary, 'that' has also contributed a lot."

Heymos sneered.

After so many years, that guy finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Pushing King Kamos' handwritten letter into his arms, Heymos led the team of knights out of the town and ran towards the city of Meneste not far away.

As an important hub of the Aaron Landis Highway and also an important port on the Enki River, the city of Meneste is still bustling.

A wide moat drawn from the Enki River surrounds the city, and a huge stone wall stands above the ground to protect the people in the city.

Riding in front of the city gate, Heymos looked up at the city of Meneste.

His pupils reflected the familiar yet unfamiliar city in front of him.

At this moment, his eyes were like inorganic golden-red glass beads, which had a cold luster even under the sunlight.

City of Menester.

Where he was born, where he grew up.

But this was never his home.

All his bad memories come from here.

For so many years, since that time, he has never set foot in this city again.

But he never forgot here for a day.

Because here, there is someone he will never forget.

Heymos stopped at the gate of the city on horseback, his face was calm and motionless, as if he was waiting for something.

The team of knights following him also reined in their horses and stood in place without saying a word.

The curiosity of the people who were entering and leaving the city gate was aroused. Many people looked to this side frequently, chatting with their companions in low voices, and guessed the purpose of these dozens of conspicuous knights staying here.

Soon, a group of soldiers rushed out from the city gate and drove away those who wanted to pass through the city gate.

The group of soldiers lined up on both sides, stopped the crowd behind them, and cleared a wide road leading to the city gate.Immediately afterwards, several people rode out from the inner side of the city gate and galloped all the way to Heymos.

The leading middle-aged general got off the horse with the subordinates behind him, walked quickly to Heymos' horse, and saluted with one hand on his chest.

"His Royal Highness Heymos."

The general said in a deep voice, "We have been waiting for you for a long time."

After saluting, he got on his horse again.

"Please let me clear the way for you," he said.

Heymos rode forward at a slow pace, and soldiers stood on both sides of the avenue he was walking straight to the city gate.

The people blocked by the soldiers on both sides of the road looked at him curiously, or whispered thoughtfully.

To be able to use the soldiers of Menester City to clear the way for him, to drive passers-by, and to clear the way. This is the treatment that only the Lord of the City can have.

This young dark-haired knight was greeted with such a high standard, his status must be extraordinary.

The people who were stopped by the side couldn't help guessing.

After the black-haired young man entered the city, the soldiers on both sides entered the city, and the city gate, which had been closed for a while, was reopened.Many good people followed, curious to know who this imposing young man was.

After a lapse of several years, Heymos stepped into the city again.

Last time, he relied on the guard knights sent by King Kamos to back him up.

But this time, relying on his own strength, he returned to this city in an upright manner.

At this moment, he was riding forward on the avenue unhurriedly.

In front of him, the general was clearing the way for him.

Behind him, his trusted knights followed.

Surrounded by countless soldiers surrounding him.

He walked straight towards the castle in the center of the city.

He always thought that when he returned to this city with people he hated so much, his mood would be somewhat unstable.

But when he was standing in front of this gorgeous castle where he had lived for several years, his heart was calm.

The way he watched the castle was too calm, terrifyingly calm.

Heymos stood motionless in front of the castle gate on horseback.

His knights also stood still.

The general who led him had stepped aside, quietly waiting for his order.

Not far away, the people who followed were gathered outside, looking at it curiously.

Not long after, the gate of the castle opened slowly.

A black-haired middle-aged man appeared in the gate. He stood at the gate and looked towards Heymos.

The outline of his face is somewhat similar to that of Heymos, but the gentle look on his face makes his face a little more generous.

He watched Heymos's eyes flashed a deep gloom.

The current lord of Menester City, Earl.

The younger brother of the former city lord and the uncle of Heymos.

The gloom in his eyes flashed, and the Lord Earl smiled immediately after seeing Heymos, and he quickly walked towards Heymos with a large number of followers behind him.

He smiled brightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

As if he completely forgot about his break with the young Heymos back then, he greeted Heymos eagerly with open arms, as if he wanted to give his long-lost nephew a warm hug.

However, when Earle City advocated opening his arms and came to Heymos, Heymos was still sitting firmly on the horseback, showing no intention of coming down.

He looked down at Earl from his horse, condescending.

Although the corners of his mouth also raised a little, it was obviously a sneer.

Lord Earl, who wanted to perform a touching reunion between uncles and nephews, stood there in embarrassment, with his hands still open, and his face stiffened for a moment.

Heymos's ruthless behavior made him extremely annoyed, but he still had a gentle smile on his face, and he put his hands down without a trace.

"Long time no see, Heymos."

He looked at Heymos with loving eyes.

"Uncle has been thinking about you all the time, and I don't know how you have been doing these years. Since you went to Wangcheng, there has been no news from you."

His voice was a little excited, and he looked at Heymos with a look of relief.

"Now that you have grown up and heard that you have made great achievements on the battlefield, I am relieved. I think my brother can rest in peace in the underground."

Riding on horseback, Heymos lazily watched the performance of Lord Earl without saying a word.

However, he didn't speak, and the knight commander behind him spoke coldly.

"Your Excellency, Lord Earl, please pay attention to your etiquette. In front of you now is the prince of Aaron Landis, His Highness Heymos."

The words of Lord Earl paused.

He knew exactly what Heymos wanted him to do.

Originally, he wanted to preemptively show his blood relationship with Heymos, and greet Heymos as an uncle and an elder.

However, Heymos obviously does not take this set.

He must greet Heymos as a prince as his own city lord.

Without changing his face, Lord Earl held back the venom surging out of his heart.

He has to face reality.

The young man who let him rub and bully back then was already an existence that made him have to bow his head.

Earl paused for a moment, then, he lowered his head and forced himself to bow his head to the junior he hated in front of Heymos' horse.

"Ear, the lord of Meneste, welcomes you, Your Highness Heymos."

he said, in a calm voice.

But his eyes covered by his forehead were full of darkness.

His face was full of forbearance and deep humiliation.

Why didn't it work that year?

he thinks.

It should be successful.

This little bastard should have been burned to death back then!

Burn it alive—

Heymos looked down at his uncle in name and blood with cold eyes.

At this moment, for some reason, the scene from that year suddenly flashed in his mind.

pitch black liquid...

Charcoal fire falling from the sky...

If at that time, the charcoal fire really fell on him...

Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind.

The flames burst into flames.

His whole body was wrapped in crimson flames.

Burned alive by fire.

The pain of being burned pierces the lungs—