A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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The assassin ended his life in an extremely tragic way, which was unexpected.

When the assassin moved, Kehos reflexively stopped Garland, so he couldn't catch the man.

What's more, the knight commander's self-satisfaction was extremely determined, as can be seen from the corpse with a cracked brain on the ground. He didn't leave any room for himself.

The stone pillar that he hit was on Gallan's side. Although Kehuos was in front of Gallan, there was still a trace of blood splashing on Gallan's clothes.

Gallan stared at the dead body, his golden pupil reflected in the red sand, and the blood red stained his eyes as well.

There was a tingling sensation in the wound cut by a sword on the left arm. The blond hair slipping from the shoulder was also stained with a little blood. The fire reflected on his cheeks. In the night, the skin was more like snow. As fair as white.

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The cavalier killed himself and the clue was interrupted.

Although a few people were caught, they were obviously insignificant abandoners, and even the interrogation was estimated to have few clues.

Garland and his party returned to the palace in the night.

The knight who rushed back to convey the news first learned the news of Prince Garland's injury. Tapu, who was anxiously waiting, had already waited for the doctor in the court to wait in the palace. After Garland returned, he waited The long-time doctor once again helped him deal with the wound carefully.

After that, Gallan, who was tired due to blood loss, lay down on the soft bed and quickly fell asleep.

Because he had a fever, Tapti guarded him by the bed.

After Gallan fell asleep, not long afterwards, a rapid footstep sounded from outside.

Tap lifted up and walked out of the door, not surprisingly seeing King Camos hurriedly approaching here, with Xiemuer and Kehuos following behind him.

She raised her hand and made a silent gesture to King Camos. King Camos' footsteps were slightly paused, and when she walked forward again, the loud footsteps were quieter.

"he has slept?"

As he approached the door, King Camos asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tapti bowed to salute and answered with a lower voice.

King Camos said nothing, entered the bedroom, and walked to Garland.

He stood beside the bed, his gaze falling on Gallan's left arm.

The teenager lay in bed and fell asleep with his head slightly to his side. The upper side of the left arm and the left shoulder were wrapped in white bandages. Even if I changed the medicine again, the bright red blood still oozed out from the thick bandages. Obviously the wound was not shallow and could not stop for a short time. Live blood.

The thick bandage made the teenager's body slimmer.

King Camos stroked Gallan's forehead, sleeping, feeling that the place where his finger touched was a little bit hot.

The faint light on the wall fell on the teenager's face, and the long thin eyelashes dropped deep shadows on the fair skin. There was a slight abnormal redness on the cheeks, but the pink lips were lighter than usual. Some more.

Camos looked distressed.

He gathered a blanket for Galland, glanced at Tapti, motioned for her to come with him, and then turned and left gently.

When he was outside in the courtyard, King Camos asked directly.

"What does the doctor say?"

Tupiti bowed his head and replied: "There is no harm, there will not be too many problems, but the wound is deep. It is best not to move violently in the left arm in a short time to avoid the wound from cracking again. And the prince shed a lot of blood, A lot of physical exertion."

"I know. During this time, Garland will be cured. Don't arrange things for him."

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

"Have you heard, Xie Muer."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will cancel all the trips scheduled by His Highness Garland within ten days, but I think that the daily review of government documents should not need to be cancelled."

"Don't affect his healing."

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

King Camos nodded and looked at Tapti again.

"Gallan has given it to you."

"Yes, King Camos."

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

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

When King Camos's pace left the palace, it became calm and powerful again, and the rhythmic footsteps sounded in the silent night.

His subordinates and guards followed him quietly.

When he walked to a pool, King Camos stopped.

He walked over, stood on the edge of the pool, and fixed his gaze on the water.

The silver-like moonlight fell on the calm water, and occasionally a night breeze passed by, setting off the starting point, making the water surface shimmering and shimmering.

The Lion King’s golden brown eyes burned like charcoal fire in the dark night, and his slightly curly brown hair shook slightly in the night breeze.

"Xie Muer, this is one of the reasons why, although I meant that Gallan inherited the throne, I have been slow to refuse to make him the crown prince."

Camos said, "A group of people have been stubbornly opposed, they refused to let the white-skinned **** Gallan take the throne."

In Aaron Landis, brown skin is proof of higher bloodlines.

Since ancient times, the pedigree is distinct, and the higher bloodlines will never marry the lower bloodlines. The inferiors will always be inferiors, and after exhausting their lives, they cannot cross this class.

But with the passage of time, this unbreakable barrier has gradually melted in Aaron Landis, the lower aristocracy can be sealed by the king's book as a superior aristocracy by virtue of battlefield achievements, and the upper aristocracy may also be reduced to the lower class.

The class is no longer distinct, and there is more and more intermarriage between white-skinned and brown-skinned lineages.

But 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 white-skinned nobles and feel that they are inferior to themselves.

Kehos on the side was silent, not speaking.

As a white-skinned person who was enshrined as a superior aristocrat for his military merits, even if he is a powerful knight who is well-known in the world, although most of the nobles are friendly and courteous in front of him, he does not feel that they are secretly seen. Come with a contemptuous look.

Although the gap has melted a little bit, but stubbornly holding on to the traditions handed down from ancient times, there are not many nobles and pure people clinging to the pedigree.

In particular, some of them are extremely concerned about the purity of the blood lineage, and there are people who are extremely extreme and extreme towards this matter.

Most of them are born in a family with a long and ancient history. They think that the noble blood is more than everything. They do not allow their noble blood to be tainted by the inferior blood.

For them, it is extremely shameful to let a white-skinned person with lower bloodlines become their king and put them on their heads.

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

"Although I also know that they are unwilling to let Prince Garland inherit the throne... but I did not expect them to do so."

Although those powerhouses who insisted on pedigree theory have been doing some small actions secretly in the past, but there is still some decentness, I did not expect this shot to be so ruthless.

"Because of the presence of Huimos, they all think that Huimos is more likely to win, so they are not in a hurry."

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

"Now, Galland was established as the crown prince by me, and Huimus was exiled to the north, so they were in a hurry."

So Camos initially kept Huimos in the royal city to alleviate this impact. Even if Gallan was made the crown prince, as long as Heimus was still in the palace, those people would feel that there was still a chance that they would not do too extreme things.

However, he had never imagined that Huimos had actually treated Galland...

As a last resort, he can only expel Heymos from the royal city. In the eyes of others, he exiled Heymus to the north for Galland.

This incident stimulated those people at once.

So they shot. They thought that as long as they killed Garran, they could only return Heimus, who had noble blood, to the royal city and become the heir to the throne.

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

"Princes throughout the ages who have inherited the blood of the white skin have no right to inherit the throne."

The wind blew, shaking the crown of the tree, making a rustling sound, and the deep voice of King Camos echoed in the night.

"Even if you and I are guarding, Gallan's future path will be very difficult."

He paused and added, "Maybe even more difficult than I was."

The hardest thing in this world is not to take a thorny road.

But there is no way ahead, you have to work hard to create a way for you to go down.

auzw.com "If only as his brother, let him be free and worry-free for life is my wish."

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

Aaron Landis seems to have a long history, vast territory, and cavalry is famous all over the world. However, there are strong enemies outside and worries inside, just like a giant suffering from a serious illness and being surrounded by tigers and wolves.

King Camos knew it clearly.

If Aaron Landis doesn't want to decay and die, he must change.

"The throne chose him."

The Lion King looked up, looking at the endless sky.

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

As King Camos's words fell, a gust of wind screamed, and the dense canopy shook, a few leaves fell, and slowly floated in front of Camos' eyes.

He reached out and caught a leaf falling in front of him.

The leaf was still green in the middle, but the sides were already yellow and curled up slightly.

winter is here.

It's winter for Aaron Landis.

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Little snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, like white flowers blooming quietly on the ground, and then disappeared quickly.

The mountains above were already snow-capped, but the grassland below the mountains was still tan. It is still only early winter, and occasionally a small snowfall disappears without a trace, and it is not enough to cover the earth.

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

It never snowed there.

Only here will snow fall in this northern part of the high mountain area.

The snow-white pigeon flapped its wings, shuttled among the little snowflakes, and then fell into the hands of the man standing on the high platform.

The priest of Nanna, the **** of the night, wore a warm wool knit, a thick cloak wrapped around her body, her hand extended from the opening of the chest cloak, and the metal thin tube tied to the claw of the pigeon was released.

Seeing the message from the king city, Soga fell into contemplation.

He was also surprised by the assassination of Prince Garland.

That was not something he planned.

Before leaving the royal city, His Royal Highness ordered the order to be silent.

Those who are loyal to His Highness will never violate His Highness’ orders, so their people will not do such a thing.

From the information obtained from the message, Soga can determine that the assassination of Prince Garland should be the result of the bloodline nobles.

And those pedigrees with a long heritage and family heritage have nothing to do with them.

Those people had tried to approach His Highness before, but His Highness seemed to have no interest in contacting them.

To be honest, Sorka used to sniff at the remarks of the pedigree.

Those stubborn, arrogant and self-righteous guys don't understand it at all. Bloodline doesn't mean everything. Those people only know that they are holding the glory of historical ancestors. They refuse to face reality and will soon disappear into the torrent of history.

In his view, bloodlines do not matter, only absolute power and power are everything.

Now, Soga's headache is whether he will tell His Highness the problem with this news.

Although Prince Galland escaped, he was also injured.

Soga just hesitated and made a decision soon.

He quickly left the platform and walked down.

There was a long whistle in the sky, and Soga looked up and saw the black eagle hovering in the sky with snowflakes.

He looked in the direction of the black eagle flying, and not long after he saw the eagle falling from high altitude.

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

Pieces of snowflakes fell one after another all around Huimus, and those that fell on him melted instantly.

He didn't wear a helmet, white snowflakes stained his dark hair, and a little white trace was dotted on his brown cheeks.

He stood there, staring at the sky.

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

With an eagle chirp, Huimus raised his right arm, and the black eagle landed on his right arm.

The cold winter wind blew up extremely violently, and the thick, dark brown cloak behind him flicked continuously.

"His Royal Highness."

Soga walked over, shouted, raised his hand, and intended to give the note in his hand to Huimus.

However, before he had time to reach out, the figure standing in the snow fluttered suddenly, and Heimus turned to look south.

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

Soga's outstretched hand slowly shrank back.

He looked up and stared at his master.

"Are you determined?"

It was a frustration to be exiled to the north, but it was not a chance.

King Camos sits in the king city, and the king protects Prince Garland. It is difficult for His Highness to have a chance.

But the North is different. Your Highness has stayed here for several years. She already has great prestige and decisive status in the Legion, and has a great chance to control this powerful legion.

Controlling the army is equivalent to controlling power.

Heimus didn't answer immediately, still staring fixedly at the south.

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

That's where his soul is.

[Go to Northland, you must not step into the Wangcheng within ten years! 】

The lion king's deep voice seemed to be in his ears, and the left hand of Huimos leaning on the side was clenched tightly, and the kind of powerlessness that emerged from the king's city once again appeared in the memory.

Blindly praying for the pity of others, it is never possible to control your own destiny.

He will never let others decide his own destiny.

He must control everything in his own hands!

The white snowflakes floated past Huimus's beautiful face.

The golden-red eyes should clearly look like the color of flames, but they seem to be frozen and icy in the snow.

The screaming cold wind blew his constant forehead down to the dark shadows under his eyes.

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

After talking, he turned away.

A thick cloak flew behind him.

The flying black eagle hovered above his head.

Soga stood in the snow and watched the figure of Huimus disappear in his sight.

He glanced at the note in his hand, and then tore it apart.