A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In a room in the high-rise building of the ruling hall, the windows were open, and the wounded priest of Samash sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed. Even in illness, even when resting on the bed, Xie Muer still has the regular sitting posture, leaning on the back of the bed head is straight, hands folded on the abdomen, covering him The blanket unfolded neatly on him, and the sides of the unfolding were even symmetrical.

Even if he was seriously ill, his face was obviously taken care of, there was no trace of dust on his hair, and the slightly curled ends were not knotted, and his chin was scraped cleanly. If it weren't for the snow-white bandage on his shoulder, he wouldn't see this as a patient with a serious injury.

Ah, it's really Xie Muer.

King Camos walked into the room with such emotion in his heart.

Xie Muer sitting on the bed was looking sideways through the open window beside the bed, looking down at the scene in the square below. Originally, he didn't like the noise. He was not disgusted with the noise from the square at the moment. Sound, so quietly looked at everything below.

His expression is faint, as always, calm, and he can't see any expressions, even more so that he can't see what he is thinking at the moment.

It wasn't until King Camos entered that movement that Xie Muer turned his head.

He moved a bit, as if to get up and salute.

Seeing his movements, Camos quickly took two steps, pressing his hands on his shoulders and holding him.

"You can lie down honestly. If you come together and break the arrow, it will only cause me trouble."

Xie Muer thought about it carefully, probably thinking that King Camos was right, and did not insist on getting up to salute King Camos.

"I heard that you are not going to show up here?"

he asks.

King Camos yelled.

"If you show up here, the ministers will go back and chatter the dead."

"It is not appropriate to give all the credit to Prince Garland."

"why?"

"He is too young."

Mu Xiu Yulin, the wind will destroy it.

If it's too conspicuous, someone might be eyeing it.

"Huh, small? I remember when I was so old, I also did something to take the Guards to conquer the bandits."

At that time, Prince Camos, who was only nine years old, used the excuse of going out to hunt. As a result, he dragged his guards to the mountains to collect thieves, which scared many people to choke. General Aaron Landes was even more Bring the army desperately there.

Who knows, when he rushed there, Camos solved the thieves himself, and stunned a man.

Recalling his childhood, Camos smiled.

He leaned his arms against another window in the room, lowered his head, looked down at the big square below, looked at the children who were reunited with his parents, and the people who reunited came from the heart With a happy look, his lips raised slightly.

"how about it?"

He asked suddenly.

"what?"

Camos pouted at the square below.

He smiled and said, "How about my chosen brother Wang?"

"........."

"Hah, the kid you didn't look at saved your life."

Camos looked down, his eyes deep.

He said: "Xie Muer, that child was actually very scared at that time."

That day, when he appeared in Ayr Town with a hundred rides and appeared in front of everyone, he surprised everyone.

He did not reveal his identity at the time, but instead rode past as an ordinary general, and Garlan, who stood there, referred to the horse.

He stretched out his arms and felt that the child's back was soaked and the muscles on his shoulder were stiff.

It is conceivable how Gallan was feeling at the time, with a small body, facing the mob that could easily tear him apart with one person.

But no matter how scared he was, the child never took a step back.

"Xie Muer, I know that you have always hoped that the heir to the throne I chose is a strong person, preferably as strong as I am."

King Camos said, meaningful.

"However, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye."

He said, "You should have felt it, haven't you?"

Xie Muer remained silent for a long time, and then he finally spoke.

"The prince said, because I am a noble, I think highly of myself, so I can't understand what those civilians want."

He looked at King Camos and asked, "Is that what he said?"

"Ah, this..."

Camos scratched his head, his eyes flickering.

"It seems that the prince is right."

Xie Muer lowered his eyes, his face was still calm, unable to see the expression, but a drop of loss appeared in his lowered eyes.

He has always been proud of himself as the priest of the sun **** Shamash. He has always practiced the just position of the **** of justice, and he has consciously been good enough.

Therefore, he gradually began to believe that the conclusions he had reached must be correct.

I don’t know when he started, from self-assertive arrogance to arrogant pride-he became dogmatic, he began to believe that only he was correct, and the other people who opposed him must be wrong ——He turned out to be such a terrible person who does not allow others to speak.

He only looked at the sky and forgot to look at his feet.

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Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the little prince who was less than half his age who gave him a lesson to let him see himself clearly.

He always thought that the little prince was weak, like the delicate flowers in the greenhouse, like a weak pet who could not survive without the care of everyone.

But it was the child he thought was weak, but that night he came out of a safe place and blocked him and other injured knights.

The child used his small body to protect them who were supposed to be guardians.

[Sherman, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye. 】

He remembered the dark night, under the threat of the sword, under the threat of death, the bright golden eyes of the young prince, and the words that sounded loudly.

[The national law of Aaron Landis cannot be trampled upon. 】

...

That might be what King Camos said, a power not visible to the naked eye.

The priest of Samash closed his eyes and raised his lips without a trace.

The traces disappeared so fast that no one could see the sudden changes in the lips of this priest who was accustomed to expressionless expressions.

auzw.com "Yes, King Camos, you have chosen an excellent successor."

Xie Muer said quietly,

"Although the qualifications are different, your choice of Prince Garland is indeed not inferior to Prince Huimus."

Xie Muer admitted that King Camos was suddenly happy.

"Ha, Xiemuer, you can be considered a loser, and I said, my vision is definitely not wrong, how can the person I like not work, you know -"

For the first time, let his brain-minded priest open his mouth to lose, and Camos was so excited that he couldn't stop talking.

"but."

Xie Muer's words suddenly changed, interrupting King Camos' bragging performance on his own eyes.

"Excellent qualifications do not mean everything."

He said unkindly, "Even if Prince Garland does have excellent qualifications, as long as he continues like this, he will only be wasted in vain. In the future, he will be left behind by Prince Heimus and become a Mediocre people."

King Camos was too late to get excited because of his rare obsession with the stubborn priest, and suddenly had a bad hunch.

"So, as the prince you appointed, from now on, I will take two hours a day to teach Prince Galland personally."

Xie Muer said that the time to personally teach Gallan from weekly to daily.

King Camos: "........."

When he was done, his younger brother was probably crying.

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One day passed quickly, the sun fell below the horizon, and the ground darkened.

The city of Wiener has returned to its usual tranquility, but the festive atmosphere still remains in the city. In the night, lights illuminate one after another, dotting the city.

This night, it seemed that every household was filled with happy laughter and warm breath.

When King Camos walked into the room quickly, as expected, he saw the figure of Huimus.

He hummed twice in his heart.

He said why he didn't see any trace of this kid this afternoon. Sure enough, he came to Galland again.

The Lion King's eyes narrowed, and he stared awkwardly at Heimus who always came to his little brother while he was busy.

"Brother Wang?"

The younger brother shouted softly, and immediately asked Camos to throw Heimus out of his head, happily leaning in front of his little prince.

Reaching, rubbing the soft blond hair, the soft touch from his fingers made him feel good.

He leaned over, hugged Gallan who was looking up at him, and while rubbing his hair, he pressed his face against the soft little face of his little brother, and rubbed it.

Ah-it feels like the whole person has been purified.

King Camos, who had been busy all day, only felt satisfied both physically and mentally.

Carran, who was held by King Camos, had long been used to it, and at first he felt a little awkward. Later, he simply regarded King Camos as a big lion who liked to rub people and begged for a hug. Look at it.

That's right, the mature version of the little lion Nega.

As long as he thinks about it, he won't be awkward.

"Brother Wang." He asked, "Sherman, how many knights are still okay?"

"Their injuries have all been treated."

"That eye hurts, can he stay in the guard in the future?"

"Don't worry, I will arrange him properly."

Garland hesitated and asked.

"The one who died..."

He lowered his eyes and whispered with his lips pressed, his long thin lashes falling on the child's milky cheeks.

Camos looked at Gallan and touched his head gently with his big hand.

"He kept his responsibilities, protected you, and guarded his companions."

He said, "He will leave in honor as a knight of my King Camos."

"Gallan, don't think about it, it's late at night, you should rest." He said gently, "The only thing you have to do now is to take care of your injuries as soon as possible, you know?"

The little prince nodded obediently to his brother.

Then he lay down.

Camos helped Gallan tuck under the quilt. The child was nestled in the soft bedding. The pale gold hair was scattered on the white pillow. Only a small face with a big slap was exposed from the bedding. A clean forehead.

On that small face, big eyes like golden amber blinked at him, and the small look was so cute that Camos couldn't help raising his lips.

He patted the quilt gently with one hand, then leaned over and kissed the corner of the child's eyes.

He said, "Good night, my little prince."

After that, King Camos got up and left.

Heimos, who stayed here, also walked to the bed, and it seemed that he wanted to say goodnight to Galland as well.

Before he walked to the bed, he thought for a moment, then turned around and closed the window that was blowing in, drew the curtains to block the moonlight outside, and then walked back to the bed.

"Then I'm gone."

Garland lay on the bed, his little head nodded.

He opened his mouth, intending to say good night also to Huimus.

However, as soon as his mouth opened, he saw that Heymus suddenly leaned over, and that face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, making him stunned.

The teenager leaned over and kissed Garran's forehead.

Then he got up and said lightly: "Good night."

After talking, Huimus left with a casual look.

His eyes are faint, and his expression is calm. It looks like what he just did just like drinking water for dinner.

However, when the foot stepped out of the door, the teenager's right hand clenched into a fist, and flicked slightly in the air.

It was like celebrating a successful action.

Then, he walked away quickly, with a brisk pace, and his back showed a pleasant look.

In the room, only Galan, who had widened his eyes and had been petrified, was left.

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