A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Ahhh, it's none of my business——

The man kneeling on the ground kowtowed again and again, and the red blood was faintly seen on his forehead, but the man still kowtowed desperately begging.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me!

The mournful cries of the women were like needles piercing one's chest.

Although these are all the people of Aaron Landis, the current King Aaron Landis is the brother of the king, and the next one is Heymos. In my words, let alone the king, even this brother will not be able to do it too long.

So, no matter how you look at it, it's not my turn to come out, is it?

The cries of the crying child hugging the priest's thigh resounded through the night.

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Ah ah ah ah ah!It’s obviously none of my business ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

While wailing in his heart, Garlan let out a long sigh amidst the begging and crying of those people.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed to himself.

"If you can't find those children, let those people take me away, and you will be able to find them."

After Garlan said this, he regretted so much that he wanted to slap himself.

Tell you to be brave, call you a hero.

Looking at the scene, apart from those little kids who cried tears and snot, I was the one with the weakest force value, so what did I have to do?

However, since it has been said.

Under the hopeful eyes of those refugees looking at me...

Under the eyes of the king's brother Shemur Heymos and a group of cavalry looking at him in astonishment...

Even for the sake of face, he can only slap his swollen face to pretend to be fat.

Well, the so-called heroes are probably forced out in this way.

Jia. False hero. Er. I'm really afraid of death. Lan complained about herself in the bottom of her heart.

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Another day passed, and night fell again.

The night wind rustled the dense canopy, and the light of the bonfire swayed in the camp deep in the woods, driving the shadows of the branches and leaves that fell on the ground to sway endlessly.

The huge camp was fairly quiet, except for the slight sound of conversation like swaying branches and leaves from time to time. The cavalry sitting around the campfire having dinner gathered together and talked softly, and many people looked at the biggest one not far away from time to time tent.

Their king and the little prince were staying inside at this moment.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of horseshoes broke the tranquility of the camp. Dozens of cavalry galloped forward, and the leader was the priest of Shamash.

When they arrived at the camp, Shemuer reined in the reins, and the steed under him raised its front hooves, neighed, and stopped.Shemuer turned over and got off his horse. Almost at the same moment he landed, the curtain of the largest tent was suddenly lifted, and a tall figure walked out quickly, followed by two small figures.

King Kamos walked quickly to Shemur, and looked at Shemur with burning golden brown eyes.

Not only him, all the cavalry present stopped eating, talking, etc. at this moment, and turned their eyes to this side in unison.

The camp was very quiet for a while, only the rustling of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves sounded under the night sky.

Under the gaze of everyone, Shemuer put one hand on his chest, bent down, and knelt down in front of King Kamos on one knee.

He said, "I'm sorry, King Kamos."

After the priest said sorry, the air seemed to pause.

Camos was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I see," he said.

Then, he lowered his head and cast his eyes on the small figure standing beside him.

"Garlan..."

Kamos called Garlan's name in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Yesterday, after Garlan put forward that opinion, almost everyone objected.

Let the noble Prince Aaron Landis take risks for a group of commoner children, this is something they can't imagine.

Among them, Ximuer was particularly opposed.

He is the priest of Shamash, the judicial sun-god of laws and strict orders.For him, the so-called rank is absolute and cannot be confused at all.

As the prince of Aaron Landis and the future heir to the throne, Garlan's importance is even far higher than that of the city of Venal. How could he risk his life for a group of lowly commoner children?

He even reprimanded Garlan unceremoniously on the spot as a mentor.

Those refugees knew Garlan's identity and knew that this was indeed impossible, so they wanted to ask but dared not ask, so they could only curl up in a corner sadly and weep silently.

But for some reason, the little prince, who is always well-behaved and obedient, just became stubborn this time, even though he was scolded severely by Xie Muer, he still pursed his lips and refused to change his words, which made Xie Muer very angry.

Ever since he became Prince Garlan's mentor, he hasn't let his breath go.

The furious Priest Shamash thought so angrily.

In the end, it was King Kamos who made the decision.

He asked Ximuer to take dozens of people to go out to look for clues the next day, one day is the limit, because as Ximuer said, the longer the time drags on, the more dangerous it is, let alone those children who have not been traced , Maybe those adults are in danger.

If Ximuer could find some clues within a day, Garlan would naturally not have to take risks.However, if you still can't find...

In the quiet night, under the gaze of everyone, Garlan raised his head, looked at Kamos, and nodded.

"Yes, Brother Wang, I will do it."

Shemuer frowned tightly, his eyes filled with disapproval.However, since King Kamos has made a decision, it is impossible for him to disobey the king's order.

"and many more."

Heymos, who had been watching silently since yesterday, suddenly spoke.

He raised his hand and pointed to the camp not far away that housed the dozens of rescued refugees.

He said: "If you just need children as bait, there are several out there, just find one as bait."

The black-haired young prince said so in a natural tone.

"Prince Heymos, although I really want to do this." Ximuer replied, "But those children have no effect other than crying. What do you think they can do?"

"They don't need to do anything, just make a good bait, and when they are caught, we will follow behind."

Heymos answered immediately.

"But in this way, they will be very dangerous, and when they cry, it is likely to reveal our identity and track."

"Of course it will be very dangerous, that's why they are asked to go."

Heymos still had that deserving tone.

"They are the ones who want to save people. Of course they should bear the danger. Why should Garlan take the risk?"

Standing by the side and listening to Heymos and Shemuler coming and going, Garlan felt that it was time to stand up and express his determination to pretend to be cool, so he spoke.

"actually, I……"

"you shut up!"

During the conversation with Shemuer, Heymos, who had always been calm both in expression and tone, suddenly turned his head and shouted at Garlan.

The fierce gleam in the boy's red-gold eyes forced Garlan back half of what he had said.

Garlan, who was unable to speak with his mouth open, was a little dazed, and then Heymos turned his head and continued to talk to Shemul.

"Don't tell me those children are pitiful and shouldn't be put in danger. Garlan is not much older than them."

"Regardless of whether the rescue is successful or not, we have done our best for it, so if the final result is not ideal, it is not our fault."

Knowing that Shemuel was not the one who made the final decision, Heymus looked at King Kamos without blinking and said.

"And don't forget, Garlan is a prince, and those people are just lowly commoners."

During the conversation between Shemul and Heymos, Kamos kept silent, as if he was in deep thought.

Then, he leaned over and squatted down in front of Garlan, his eyes level with Garlan.

He looked at Garlan very seriously, and asked, "You know what you're talking about and what you're doing, right?"

The child's big golden eyes blinked slightly.

"Yes, Brother Wang."

"You are still young, and you are a prince, you don't need to do this kind of thing, you know?"

"Ok, I know."

"But you've made up your mind, haven't you?"

"……Yes."

"Even if this matter is very dangerous, you will be injured or even lose your life?"

"...Brother Wang." The corner of the little prince's mouth twitched, "If you ask one more question, I will go back on my word."

In fact, he regretted it a little now.

Kamos grinned, he squatted on the ground, raised his hand and rubbed his little brother's head vigorously.

"it is good."

He laughed loudly, and then said something emphatically.

"You do it!"

He said, looking at Garlan with scorching eyes.

"You are the prince of Aaron Landis, the younger brother of my Kamos! No one can object to what you want to do!"

The thick voice of King Kamos echoed in the forest at night, and it was finalized.

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, and the long and slender eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and the passing breeze blew up the black hair on his cheeks for a moment.

"Then let me go."

He said, "As long as I am a child, so am I. I am much stronger than Garlan, and my chances of success are also higher than his. I can even escape by myself. That would be even better."

He stepped forward.

"So, it's up to me—"

A small white hand reached out and held Heymos' hand, causing the boy's voice to pause.

Heymos lowered his head and looked at Garlan who held his hand.

The child tilted his head to look at him, and scratched his hand with soft fingers.

"It's really hard."

Little Garland squeezed his hand a few times and said, "Your hand is so hard."

Garlan held his hand with one hand and pointed at him with the other.

"Brown."

He pointed to his eyes again.

"Golden eyes."

Then he raised Heymos' hand that was held by him.

"Your hands are full of calluses from sword practice, so hard, unlike my hands, which don't have any calluses at all."

Heymos choked up when he was about to say something.

Brown-skinned golden eyes, most of the collateral blood of the royal family have this appearance, and this is often regarded as a characteristic of higher-ranking nobles.

Moreover, his palms had very obvious thick calluses. Using the excuse of years of hard work would not work, because anyone with a discerning eye could tell where those calluses were at a glance, and they were made from long-term practice of swords and archery.

Coupled with the unconcealable aura of Heymos, it doesn't look like a poor child who was hit by a disaster.

"My words are simple. Just pretend to be the child of a wealthy businessman who was hit by the flood. No one will doubt me."

Garlan's complexion is white, not like a high-ranking nobleman, and he has never practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he doesn't have any calluses on his hands, so he looks completely harmless at first glance.

The boy pursed his lips tightly, his jet-black hair fell to the corners of his eyes, casting a shadow in his eye sockets.

He didn't speak, just clenched the soft little hand that was holding him.

After Garlan said those words, he wanted to let go and retract, but Heymos gripped him tightly, and he couldn't pull it back after a few tugs.

He looked up and saw that the lips of the young man holding his hand were pursed like a thin layer of paper, and he seemed to be stubborn again.

That expression reminded Garlan of the expression Heymos stubbornly insisted on snatching the paper from his hand not long ago, and then think about the time Heymos said that he would go instead of him. Those words... For a moment, Garlan felt a little soft-hearted.

For some reason, seeing the boy pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, he had the illusion that he was bullying Heymos.

Garlan, who felt a little guilty for some reason, thought about it, put his other hand on the back of Heymos's hand that was clenched tightly on his own, and patted him lightly as if to comfort him.

"It's okay, I've always been lucky."

The child raised his head and met Heymos's eyes, and his little face was wrapped in light golden soft hair.

He smiled at Heymos, and when he smiled, the light refracted from the blond hair reflected on the child's face, making that smile seem to glow in the dark.

"Heymos, I'll wait for you to come and find me."

Heymos's breathing paused slightly. He looked down at Garlan, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his eyes. He slightly loosened the hand that was holding Garlan, and then tightened it tightly again. .

He said, "Okay."

One word, loud and clear.

He whispered, "I'll go find you."

Hearing what Heymos said, Garlan subconsciously wanted to smile at Heymos again.

However, before he had time to laugh, a hand stretched out from the side abruptly, grabbed his shoulder and turned him 180 degrees.

Then, the brown-haired head approached his eyes.

"Garlan, Brother Wang will also look for you."

The tall and strong Lion King squatted on the ground, looking at Garlan, his tough face was full of grievances.

The eyes he stared at Garlan were full of accusations like 'how can you forget me, Brother Wang'.

"Huh?...Yes, yes, yes, I will wait for Brother Wang to come to me! Brother Wang is the most powerful!"

Garlan, who was trembling at the sight of King Kamos's little aggrieved eyes, hastily stretched out his hand to touch Kamos' face, smoothing the hair of the aggrieved Big Lion King.

Ximuer: "..."

Expressionless, not wanting to speak.

All the cavalry: "..."

It was so dark we couldn't see anything.

It was so windy that we couldn't hear anything.