A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Aaron Landis is the kingdom of the gods, and this is the land that the gods bestowed on their people.

The Aaronlandis living on this land have been industrious, brave, and full of wisdom since ancient times. They built their own country with their own hands.

They are loyal, but also dare to resist.

They are loyal to the gods who have given them everything, but they also dare to resist the nobles who oppress them and even the priests in the name of gods.

But, to the Aaronlandians, there is but one man whom they must not offend.

King Aaron Landis.

That is the descendant of the gods, inherited the blood of the gods, and ruled the land of Aaron Landis in place of the gods.

King Aaron Landis is the incarnation of the gods descending into the world.

He is the supreme being.

He is the existence of whole-hearted belief that all the people of Aaron Landis are willing to dedicate their lives and souls to——

Especially the current king of Aaron Landis, Kamos, is regarded as a living god and has an extremely high reputation in everyone's hearts.

"Who gave you the courage to point an arrow at the prince of Aaron Landis?!"

A childish yet unusually clear voice resounded in the silent night.

The phrase 'Prince of Aaron Landis' was heard clearly by everyone present.

Everything in the world seemed to stop for a second at this moment, and everyone looked at Garlan in astonishment, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

And after that pause for a second, with a buzzing sound, the place that had been terribly quiet suddenly exploded.

"prince……?"

"impossible!"

"How could the prince come to such a place—"

"It must be a lie!"

"But the kid doesn't seem to be lying..."

"Are we attacking a prince?"

"Then we are treason?"

"Do not……"

……

"Quiet!"

The flustered voice was suppressed by a sudden loud shout, and it was the leading middle-aged man who opened the mouth to shout.

Compared to other flustered refugees, he was much calmer.At this moment, he looked at the blond child standing in front of him.The child stretched out his hand and pointed to the sharp arrow in his hand.

Even though the point of his arrow was pointing, there was no trace of fear on that small face, instead there was an indescribable solemnity.

The small body with injuries still has the courage to stand in front of thousands of rioting refugees and under countless bows and arrows.

And the calm gaze that met him made the blond kid look nothing like an ordinary kid.

This child has a pair of bright golden eyes.

What surprised the middle-aged man the most was that when he was stared at by those golden eyes, his brain, which had been disturbed by hatred since yesterday, suddenly turned cold, and the restlessness in his body It felt as if it was about to explode, the pain that could only be alleviated through revenge, at this moment when the child's golden eyes saw him, he seemed to have been poured with cold water, and he was a little sober from the flames of hatred .

The man didn't know that when he looked into Garlan's eyes, the dark and light mist that was almost invisible to ordinary people wrapped around the depths of his pupils seemed to be suppressed by something, and dissipated little by little.

All he knew was that suddenly, he became a little calmer and more awake.

So, he used the extra calmness to start thinking.

What he is aiming at now...is the prince of Aaron Landis?

"prince?"

The man asked loudly, he still did not put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

"How could the prince come to such a place? Do you think you can save your life by deceiving us in this way?" He said, "Do you have evidence to prove that you are a prince? If not, why should we trust you!"

The man's series of questions immediately woke up those people who subconsciously believed Garlan's words and panicked after hearing Garlan's words. Many people even put down the bows and arrows pointed at Garlan in panic.

However, when the man said this, they also reacted. Looking at their unshakable leader, they subconsciously followed the leader and raised their bows and arrows to point forward again.

Garlan lowered his hand, and smiled at the countless arrow tips flashing coldly.

He looked very calm, as if he was not worried that these people would really hurt him.

"Do you think that in the land of Aaron Landis, where the gods are watching all the time, would anyone dare to pretend to be a descendant of the gods?"

"........."

Looking at the silent man, Garlan continued to speak.

"If you don't believe me, do it."

He said, "However, are you, and the people behind you, ready to bear the consequences of letting the blood inherited from the gods flow on this land?"

Many people's hands trembled immediately.

They are not afraid of death, nor are they afraid of the powerful and the army who oppress them.But the devotion of the people of Aaron Landis to the gods is a deep-seated belief.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that after death, their sinful souls will be thrown into hell, tortured and never reborn.Also, they are not the only ones who bear the wrath of the gods, but also their descendants.

Everyone fell silent at this moment, even the leading man was silent, without the aggressive aura that he had when he questioned at the beginning.

Seeing the hesitant expressions on those people's faces, Garlan heaved a sigh of relief.It seems that it is still very useful to frighten these civilians under the banner of the gods.

In his heart, he casually thanked those so-called gods whom he had always had opinions on, and then threw them into his mind. Garlan's mind was running fast at this moment.

Now, these refugees who were in the midst of rioting seemed to have calmed down. For this kind of riot, what they feared was the blood rush. Now, the leader seemed to have recovered a little bit of reason.

Just be sensible, he thought, and if you have reason, you can negotiate.

"I know that you are all people who have been harmed by nobles and powerful people, so don't believe them..."

Garlan pointed at Shemuer and the others behind him, and continued, "It's also understandable."

He said, "Answer me then, children of Aaronlandis, do you believe in your king, my brother Kamos?"

When the name Kamos was spoken, the refugee crowd immediately caused a commotion.

Almost most of the refugees showed awe-inspiring expressions on their faces, and some old people and women even clasped their hands in front of them, lowered their eyes and began to whisper the hymn in praise of King Kamos that had been circulated throughout the kingdom. .

When Aaron Landis was about to perish, the king who turned the tide with his own strength and protected all his subjects had supreme authority in the hearts of Aaron Landis's people.

Everyone firmly believes that King Kamos is the incarnation of God.

They believe in King Kamos, just like they believe in the gods.

They believed that by reciting this hymn, King Kamos would be able to protect them.

Even the leading middle-aged man had an expression of awe on his face, and he said, "King Kamos, there is no doubt about it."

Garlan nodded.

"As the priest said, Brother Kamos already knew about the embezzlement of relief supplies and the persecution of civilians by the officials of Vener City, so he sent me here to investigate the matter."

He looked directly at each other and said seriously.

"That's why I'm here as a prince."

When he said this, someone suddenly shouted in the crowd.

"No! The previous king only had one child, and King Kamos has no younger brother at all. You are lying to us!"

With such a shout, many refugees who were suppressed by the banner of the gods and King Kamos also reacted, and immediately cast countless doubtful eyes.

Yes, the previous kings had only one descendant, Kamos. They had never heard that King Kamos had a younger brother, and they never knew that there was actually a younger brother in this country.

Seeing the refugees who had finally calmed down a little bit, they became agitated again, and Shemuer, who had been silently watching everything behind him, shouted loudly.

"King Kamos issued a royal order to the whole country more than a month ago, telling all the people to select two outstanding descendants from the collateral blood of the royal family to become his younger brothers! Didn't your Vinaur City accept Did you get this edict?"

"You are talking nonsense."

"We haven't heard of it."

"How can this matter..."

There was a flurry of denials among the refugees, but they were quickly quelled.

"No, they're right."

The man who was the leader of the refugees raised his hand to stop the commotion behind him.

He said with a complicated expression: "It is true that this happened. I saw this edict in other cities at that time, but at that time, our city of Vinal was flooded, so this edict was not in our city. It spreads here..."

He looked at Garlan.

In his eyes, Garlan was not like an ordinary child at all.

No... It should be said that the child's calm confrontation with him at the moment is not like a child at all.

…………

...Could it be that this is really His Royal Highness?

The man hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you..."

After a pause, he changed his name.

"If you are really a prince, then why did you take those children away?"

These people from the royal city took away a group of children with cavalry, which was witnessed by someone.

"This question, my priest has already answered you."

Garlan said, "We didn't capture those children, but rescued them from the Cult of All Things, and then escorted them back to Venar City."

"As long as you go back to the city, you can see them."

"...But you don't have any evidence to prove that what you said is true."

After saying this sentence, the man didn't speak any more. He was hesitating, wondering if he should believe the words of the child who claimed to be a prince.

Even if this child has a whole body of imposing manner, maybe he is just a child of aristocrats, using this excuse to delay time, and then mobilize the army to encircle them.

He hesitated.

If he was the only one, it would be his own life at worst.However, behind him are countless people who believe in him and follow him, and his judgment will determine the fate of these people.

Therefore, he still maintained the posture of raising the arrow, unable to make a judgment for a long time.

While the man hesitated, the others naturally focused their attention on him, waiting for his decision.

Just when everyone fell into a stalemate, a loud child's voice sounded in the night, breaking the dullness at the moment.

"I can prove it!"

A girl broke through the crowd, got out from inside, and stood in front of everyone.

There was dust all over her face and body, and she looked in a state of distress, probably because she was running in a hurry, and she was still panting violently while standing there.

After taking a few breaths, she glanced at Garlan with complicated eyes, then turned to look at the middle-aged man.

"Kerry?!"

The man was startled, and then showed joy.

"Why are you here? I heard that both you and father have—"

"Second uncle."

The little girl with flaxen ponytail called the man, and said loudly in front of everyone.

"I can testify for him - he is the one who saved those children!"

She said cautiously, "The Sect of All Things is in the valley. The thieves captured many children and brought them into the valley. He saved me, those children, and grandpa."

"Father also..."

The man was startled for a moment, and then he saw an old man walking in from the crowd.

"Father!" the man yelled.

The old man ignored him and stood there, looking deeply at Garlan.

"Golden eyes..."

He seemed to be muttering to himself.

"The proof of inheriting the blood of the gods...the characteristics of the royal family...I actually forgot this."

He raised his hand and slapped his son hard.

"Put down the arrow!"

The old man said sharply, his slap was merciless, and his son's face was red and swollen all at once.

Then, the old man took two steps forward, stood in front of Garlan, and bowed his head deeply.

"Your Highness, please forgive my son's disrespect."

There was deep grief in the old man's voice.

"He lost his wife and child to do such a terrible thing, please forgive him."

Keli stood by and supported her grandfather, still panting.

That night, Gal lured away the group of people. She and her grandpa didn't dare to move, and hid in the forest for a whole day. After making sure that no one was looking for them, they walked out of the valley with difficulty and returned to the town.

The two of them, an old man and a child, were already physically weak. By the time they reached the town, it was already late at night.

Unexpectedly, the town of Al was in a panic in the middle of the night. She heard from familiar townspeople that her second uncle had attacked the town with refugees and was now attacking the nobles from the royal city, so she came here with her grandfather in a panic.

did not expect……

The little girl looked at the blond child standing opposite with complicated emotions.

Unexpectedly, this child whom she regarded as her younger brother turned out to be the prince of Aaron Landis.

…………

...No, anyway, whoever Gal is, he's alive and not dead, so she's already happy.

Garlan was also very surprised. He didn't expect that the little girl and the old man he rescued were relatives of the leader.

Does this count as good intentions and rewards?

Regarding the old man's bowing his head and apologizing, he didn't answer immediately, but raised his head and cast his eyes on the leader.

The man was slapped by the old man. The bow and arrow in his hand had already been put down, and the bows and arrows of the others behind him had also been put down.

Seeing that Garlan didn't answer, and seeing Garlan looking at his son, the old man suddenly understood.

He turned around and said loudly to his son, "Giya, don't take everyone back!"

The man named Gia was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I can't do that."

"Gia—!"

"No, father, if it is only my life, I will do as you say. But I am leading thousands of people who trust me and entrust their lives to me. If you just retreat like this, wait Our fear is the encirclement and death of the army."

Gia said in a deep voice, turning her gaze to Garlan.

"We must get a result! An explanation!"

He stepped forward.

"If you are really the prince of Aaron Landis, then please be here, under the witness of the gods of Aaron Landis, to listen to our voice—"

Garlan looked into the man's eyes, and the man's eyes looked at him burningly, with the determination to die.

He nodded.

"Good," he said, "under the witness of the gods, I am willing to listen to your request."

After finishing speaking, Garlan was about to walk forward when he was suddenly grabbed by Ximuer behind him.

"Don't mess around!"

Shemuer whispered, "This is not something you should do, let me negotiate with them."

Gallan looked at Shemuer and tilted his head slightly.

He said, "You can't."

He looked at Shemuer calmly and said, "Do you know the reason why you failed to negotiate with them the first time?"

"what?"

"Ximuer, as a nobleman who thinks highly of himself, you have no idea what these refugees really want."

Gallan took his hand away from Shemur, and smiled slightly at Shemur.

"So I said, you can't."

He said, "If you get involved, the conversation will collapse, and we will all die."

"........."

Under Priest Shamash's silence, Garlan turned and walked forward.

…………

........................

Well, he managed to get Shemur.

Well, it's such a good feeling that Xie Muer has nothing to say.

At this moment, the little prince who walked towards the mob calmly and calmly in front of everyone was feeling at ease physically and mentally.