A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The assassin ended his life in an extremely tragic way, which caught people off guard.

When the assassin started to move, Kyhos reflexively stopped in front of Garlan, so he couldn't catch him.

What's more, the knight commander's intention to commit suicide was extremely resolute. From the corpse that fell on the ground and his brain burst, it could be seen that he didn't leave any room for himself to survive.

The stone pillar he hit to death was right next to Garlan, even though Kaihos stood in front of Garlan, a trace of blood still splashed onto Garlan's clothes.

Garlan stared at the lifeless corpse, his golden pupils reflected the red-stained sand, and the blood red seemed to be dyed into his pupils as well.

There were bursts of tingling pain from the wound cut by a sword on his left arm, and the blond hair that fell from his shoulder was still stained with a little blood. As fair as white.

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The knight leader committed suicide, and the clues were interrupted.

Although a few people were caught, they were obviously insignificant abandoned children, and even interrogation probably wouldn't yield many clues.

Garlan and his party returned to the palace in the dark.

The knight who rushed back quickly to deliver the news learned the news that Prince Garlan was injured. Taputi, who was waiting anxiously, had already asked the doctor in the palace to wait in the palace. After Garlan returned, he waited. The doctor who had been there for a long time helped him treat the wound carefully again.

After that, Garlan, who was a little tired from blood loss, lay down on the big soft bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Because he had a little fever, Taputi stayed by the bed to take care of him.

After Garlan fell asleep, not long after, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

Tapu got up and walked outside the door, not surprisingly, he saw King Kamos walking towards here in a hurry, Shemuer and Kaihos followed behind him.

She raised her hand and made a silent gesture to King Kamos. King Kamos paused slightly, and when he walked forward again, the loud footsteps became softer.

"he has slept?"

Walking to the door, King Kamos asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Taputi bowed and saluted, and also answered in a soft voice.

King Kamos didn't say anything else, he entered the bedroom and walked to Garlan's side.

He stood by the bed, his gaze fell on Garlan's left arm.

The boy was lying on the bed with his head slightly tilted and fell asleep.The upper side of the left arm and the left shoulder were wrapped in snow-white bandages. Even if the medicine was changed again, the bright red blood still smudged and seeped out from the thick bandage. Obviously the wound was not shallow, and it could not stop in a short time. Live blood.

The thick bandage made the boy's body look even more slender.

King Kamos stroked the sleeping Garlan's forehead, feeling a low heat where his fingers touched.

The weak light on the wall fell on the boy's face, and the long and thin eyelashes cast deep shadows on the fair skin, and there was a slight abnormal flush on the cheeks, but the pink lips were lighter than usual some.

Kamos looked a little distressed.

He pulled the thin quilt for Garlan, glanced at Tapti, motioned for her to come with him, then turned and left gently.

In the courtyard outside, King Kamos asked directly.

"What did the doctor say?"

Taputi bowed his head and replied: "There is no major problem, but the wound is relatively deep. It is best not to move the left arm violently in a short period of time to prevent the wound from opening again. And the prince bleeds a lot. It takes a lot of energy.”

"I see. Let Garlan recuperate during this period of time. Don't arrange things for him."

King Kamos said while looking at the priest standing beside him.

"Did you hear that, Shemuel?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will cancel all the trips scheduled by His Highness Garlan within ten days, but I think there should be no need to cancel the daily review of government documents."

"Don't affect his recovery."

"I understand, Your Majesty, that the Dauphin's health is the highest priority."

King Kamos nodded, and looked at Tapti again.

"Garlan is handed over to you."

"Yes, King Kamos."

King Kamos came and went like the wind, came like a gust of wind, and left like the wind.

Leaving Garlan's palace, it was already late at night, and in the dark night, only the lights on the roadside illuminated the ground.

When King Kamos left the palace, his steps became steady and powerful again, and the sound of rhythmic footsteps resounded in the silent night.

His subordinates and guards followed behind him quietly.

When he came to a pool, King Kamos stopped.

He walked over and stood on the edge of the pool, staring fixedly at the water.

The silver-like moonlight fell on the calm water, and occasionally a gust of night wind passed by, causing little waves, making the water surface shimmer with fine fragments.

The Lion King's golden-brown eyes burned like coals in the night, and his curly brown hair swayed slightly in the night wind.

"Ximuer, this is one of the reasons why although I want Garlan to inherit the throne, I have been reluctant to make him the crown prince."

Kamos said, "There is a group of people who have been stubbornly opposing, and they refuse to allow Garlan, who has white blood, to sit on the throne."

In Aaron Landis, brown skin is proof of superior blood.

Bloodlines have been distinct since ancient times, and high bloodlines never intermarry with low bloodlines.Inferior people can only be inferior people forever, and they can't go beyond this class even if they spend their lives.

But with the passage of time, this unbreakable barrier has gradually melted in Aaron Landis. The lower-level nobles can be canonized by the king as upper-level nobles by virtue of their battlefield achievements, and the upper-level nobles may also fall into the lower class.

Classes are no longer distinct, and intermarriage between white and brown bloodlines is increasing.

However, even so, the inertial thinking that has been formed for a long time is still not so easy to break. Many brown-skinned nobles still look down on fair-skinned nobles, thinking that they are inferior to themselves.

Kehos on the side was silent and did not speak.

As a white-skinned man who was canonized as a superior noble by his military exploits, even if he is a world-renowned powerful knight, although most of the nobles are friendly and courteous in front of him, it is not impossible for him to feel that those who are secretly watching Come over, with contemptuous eyes.

Although the barriers are melting a little bit, there are not many people who stubbornly hold on to the traditions handed down from ancient times and are obsessed with the nobility and purity of blood.

In particular, some of them are extremely concerned about the purity of bloodlines, and there are people who treat this matter very extreme and extreme.

Most of them are from families with a long and ancient history. They believe that the nobility of blood is above all else, and they will not allow their noble blood to be stained by inferior blood.

For them, it is an extremely shameful thing for a white-skinned person whose blood is lower than theirs to be their king and crush them.

The words of King Kamos silenced the priest behind him for a moment.

"Although I also know that they are unwilling to let Prince Garlan inherit the throne...but I didn't expect them to do it to this extent."

Although those dignitaries who insisted on the blood lineage theory had been making some small moves in the past, they were more or less measured. They did not expect that this time they would be so ruthless.

"In the past, because of the existence of Heymos, they all thought that Heymos had a better chance of winning, so they were not in a hurry."

Staring at the water, King Kamos said in a deep voice.

"Now, Garlan is appointed as the crown prince by me, and Heymos has been exiled to the Northland, so they are in a hurry."

So Kamos let Heymos stay in the royal city at the beginning, also to ease the impact.Even if Garlan was established as the crown prince, as long as Heymos is still in the palace, those people will feel that there is still a chance and will not do too extreme things.

However, he never thought that Heymos would treat Garlan...

As a last resort, he had no choice but to expel Heymos from the royal city. From the perspective of others, he was the one who exiled Heymos to the Northland for Garlan.

This matter immediately stimulated those people.

So they made a move. They thought that as long as they killed Garlan, they could only allow Heymos, who had a noble blood, to return to the royal city and become the heir to the throne.

"Since ancient times, no white-skinned person has ever become the king of Aaron Landis."

"The princes of the past dynasties, who have inherited the blood of the white skin, have no right to inherit the throne."

The wind blew, shaking the canopy and making a rustling sound, and the deep voice of King Kamos echoed in the night.

"Even with you and me protecting him, Garlan's future journey will be very difficult."

He paused, then added, "Maybe it's even more difficult than the original me."

The most difficult thing in this world is not to embark on a road full of thorns.

It's that there is no road ahead at all, and you have to work hard to carve out a road that allows you to go on.

"If it's just as his elder brother, it's my wish to let him be free and worry-free all his life."

But he is not only the elder brother, but also the king of Aaron Landis.

Aaron Landis seems to have a long history, a vast land and abundant resources, and the cavalry is famous all over the world, but there are strong enemies outside and worries inside, just like a giant who is seriously ill and surrounded by tigers and wolves.

King Kamos knew very well.

If Aaron Landis doesn't want to be rotten and silent, he must change.

"The Throne has chosen him."

The Lion King looked up at the endless black sky.

"No matter how difficult the road is, he has to go on."

As King Kamos' words fell, a gust of wind roared in, and the dense canopy shook for a while, dropping a few leaves, which slowly floated towards Kamos' eyes.

He reached out and grabbed a leaf that fell in front of him.

The leaf was still green in the middle, but the edges were withered and yellow, curling up slightly.

winter is here.

Winter for Aaron Landis, here we go.

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Small snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, like pure white flowers, falling silently on the ground, and then quickly disappeared.

The high mountain is already covered with snow, but the grassland below the mountain is still yellow-brown land.It is only the beginning of winter now, and there are occasional small snowfalls, which disappear without a trace, not enough to cover the earth.

The royal city of Aaron Landis is located in the south, by the sea, the climate is suitable, the sun is shining, and the seasons are not obvious. Even in winter, it is very warm. The residents of the royal city only need to add a long-sleeved coat.

It never snows there.

Only here, in the northern part of the alpine region, does snow fall.

The snow-white pigeon flapped its wings, shuttled among the small snowflakes, and then fluttered into the hands of the person standing on the high platform.

The priest of Nanna, the god of the night, wore a warm woolen garment with a thick cloak wrapped around his body. He stretched out his hand from the opening of the cloak on his chest and untied the thin metal tube tied to the pigeon's paw.

After reading the message from Wangcheng, Suo Jia fell into deep thought.

He was also surprised that Prince Garlan was assassinated.

That's not something he planned.

Before leaving the royal city, the order given by His Highness Heymos was silence.

People who are loyal to His Highness will never violate His Highness's orders, so their people will not do such things.

From the information obtained in the message, Suo Jia could judge that the assassination of Prince Garlan should be the work of those bloodline nobles.

And those bloodists with a long lineage and family background have nothing to do with them.

Those people had tried to approach His Highness Heymos before, but His Highness Heymos didn't seem to be interested in contacting those people.

To be honest, Suo Jia used to sneer at the remarks of those bloodlineists.

Those stubborn, arrogant and self-righteous guys don't understand at all that blood does not mean everything. Those people only know that they cling to the glory of their ancestors in history and refuse to face reality. Sooner or later they will disappear in the torrent of history.

In his opinion, blood does not matter, only absolute power and power are everything.

But now what made Suo Jia quite headache was whether he should tell His Highness Heymos the news.

Although Prince Garlan escaped unharmed, he was also injured.

Suo Jia just hesitated for a moment, and quickly made a decision.

He quickly left the high platform and walked down.

There was a long cry in the sky, Suo Jia looked up and saw the black eagle hovering in the snowflakes flying in the sky.

He followed the direction where the black eagle was flying, and after a short walk, he saw the eagle falling from the sky.

Not far ahead, a tall figure stood on the ground.

Pieces of snowflakes fell all over Heymos, and those that fell on him melted without a trace in an instant.

He didn't wear a helmet, and the white snowflakes were stained on his jet-black hair, and there were a little white traces on his brown cheeks.

He stood there, staring at the sky.

There were a lot of snowflakes on his hair, and he didn't know how long he stood in the snow.

With an eagle cry, Heymos raised his right arm, and the black eagle landed on his right arm.

The cold winter wind blew extremely violently, and it kept flapping the dark brown thick cloak behind him.

"His Royal Highness Heymos."

Suo Jia walked over, shouted, and raised his hand, intending to hand over the note in his hand to Heymos.

However, before he had time to reach out, the figure standing amidst the swirling snowflakes suddenly moved, and Heymos turned his head and looked to the south.

He said, "Within a year, I will take the Northland Army under control."

Suo Jia paused the hand that was about to reach out, and slowly retracted it.

He looked up, watching his master.

"Have you made up your mind?"

It was a disappointment to be exiled to the Northland, but it was also an opportunity.

King Kamos sits in the royal city, and the king protects Prince Garlan. It is very difficult for His Royal Highness Heymos to have a chance.

But the Northland is different. His Highness has stayed here for several years, and already has a great reputation and a pivotal position in the legion. He has a great chance to control this powerful legion.

Controlling the army is equivalent to controlling power.

Heymos didn't answer right away, but was still staring at the south steadfastly.

In a place so far away from him, there is a beautiful city located in the warm sunshine of the south.

That's where his soul resides.

[To the Northland, you must not set foot in the royal city for ten years! 】

The deep voice of the Lion King seemed to be right next to his ears, Heymos tightly clenched his left hand hanging by his side, and the feeling of powerlessness when he left the royal city once again emerged in his memory.

Blindly begging for the mercy of others will never be able to control one's own destiny.

He will never let others decide his fate again.

He must control everything in his own hands!

Pure white snowflakes drifted past Heymos's handsome face.

The golden-red eyes should be the color of flames, but they seem to have been frozen in the flying snow, icy cold to the bone.

The hair on his forehead that was constantly blown by the howling cold wind cast black shadows under his eyes.

He said: "I want to have the power to fight against King Kamos."

After saying that, he turned and left.

A thick cloak fluttered behind him.

The flying black eagle spread its wings and circled above his head.

Soga stood in the snow, watching Heymos' figure disappear from his sight.

He glanced at the note in his hand, then tore it to pieces.

He spreads his palms.

The cold winter wind howled, rolling up the scraps of paper in his hands.

The pieces of debris and snowflakes intertwined and disappeared without a trace in the strong wind.