A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 155. P. 155

In previous lives, Heymos’ uncle, the lord of Menister City, Earl secretly provoked and caused the fire. Later Huimos knew the truth, and at first he couldn’t bear it. When he grew up and accumulated enough strength, he relentlessly retaliated against his uncle.

Because of his deep hatred, at that time, he had become completely cold and violent and killed his uncle and his cousin with his own hands.

This incident caused an uproar in Aaron Landis, and it made Huimos’ notoriety spread among those who did not know the truth.

Everyone said how cruel and terrifying a person could be killed by his own blood.

‘The son of the Devil’.

Everyone called Huimos so.

In this life, because there was no serious burn of Huimos, Gallan felt that this should never happen again, so he didn’t pay much attention.

But when Shuros suddenly mentioned Menister City, his chest contracted inexplicably, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

It stands to reason that the current Heimos is different from previous lives. He is very sensible and calm in the face of things. It is impossible for him to do such a stupid thing as killing blood relatives with his own hands. But for some reason, Garland felt a sense of horror when he heard that Heimos had gone to that city.

He thought about it carefully, and found with a bit of panic that it seemed that the time when Reichimos killed his uncle in previous lives was about this time.

Thinking of this, he was even more restless, and could only rush to Menister City with Shulos overnight.

………………

After leaving Garland, Huimos went to Menister City alone.

He didn’t worry that Garlan would sneak away again after he left. He knew Garlan, and since he said he wanted to go back, he would definitely go back.

And it was not far from the royal city. With Garlan’s decent skill and the archery skills of a bard with him, he was not worried that they would be in danger on the road.

He galloped up along the banks of the Enki River, and finally arrived near Menister City in the morning two days later.

In a small town there, a team of knights in black and red leather armor was waiting for him.

Seeing him coming, the leading knight commander approached and handed him a palm-length copper cylinder. The opening of the copper cylinder was sealed with black wax and stamped.

Reading the contents of the letter in the copper tube, Hiemos’ eyes were slightly cold.

It was a manuscript written by King Camos himself.

“Checked it out?”

The knight nodded and whispered: “The royal knight has already confessed. Also, based on the content of his confession, Your Excellency Suoja has found several nails buried in the palace by’that’ and reported them all. To King Camos.”

“Also, from the Chief Secretary,’that’ has also done a lot.”

Huimos sneered.

After so many years, that guy finally couldn’t help it.

Throwing the hand of King Camos into his arms, Huimos led the team of knights to leave the town and ran towards the city of Menistere not far away.

As an important hub of the Aaron Landis Highway and also an important port on the Enki River, the city of Menistere is still very lively.

The broad moat drained from the Enki River surrounds the city, and the huge stone wall stands on the ground to guard the people in the city.

Standing in front of the city gate on horseback, Huimos raised his head and looked up at the city of Menistere.

His pupils reflected the familiar and unfamiliar city in front of him.

At this moment, his eyes are like inorganic golden-red glass beads, which are obviously glowing with cold luster in the sun.

City of Menistere.

Where he was born, where he grew up.

But this has never been his home.

All his bad memories come from here.

For so many years, since that time, he has never set foot in this city again.

But he never forgot here a day.

Because here, there is someone he will never forget.

Huimos stopped at the gate of the city on horseback, his face calm and motionless, as if waiting for something.

The team of knights behind him also reined in and stood there without saying a word.

The curiosity of the people who were entering and leaving the city gate was aroused. Many people looked to this side frequently, talking with their companions in a low voice, guessing where these dozens of conspicuous knights stopped here.

Soon, a group of soldiers rushed out of the city gate and drove away those who wanted to pass through the gate.

The soldiers lined up on both sides, blocking the crowd behind them, clearing a wide road leading to the city gate. Then a few people ran out from the inside of the city gate on horseback, galloping all the way to not far in front of Huimos.

The leading middle-aged general led the subordinates behind to dismount the horse, walked quickly to Heimos’ horse, and put one hand on his chest to salute.

“His Royal Highness.”

The general said in a deep voice, “We have been waiting for your arrival for a long time.”

After saluting, he turned on his horse again.

He said: “Please let me make a way for you.”

Huimos walked forward slowly, and the soldiers stood on either side of the avenue that he walked straight to the city gate.

The people stopped by the soldiers on both sides of the road looked at him curiously or whispered thoughtfully.

It is actually possible to use the soldiers of Menister City to clear the way, drive away passers-by, and clear the way. This is a treatment that only the Lord of the City can have.

This black-haired young knight could be greeted with such a high standard, and his identity must be extraordinary.

The people who were stopped by the side couldn’t help but guess.

After the black-haired young man entered the city, the soldiers on both sides followed into the city, and the gates that had been sealed for a period of time resumed traffic. Many good people followed one after another, curious to know what kind of character this imposing young man was.

After a few years, Huimos stepped into the city again.

Last time, he relied on the knights of the Guards sent by King Camos to support him.

And this time, he relied on his own strength to return to the city dignifiedly.

At this moment, he rode forward on the avenue unhurriedly.

In front of him, the general was clearing the way for him.

Behind him, his confidant knights followed.

He was surrounded by countless soldiers.

He walked straight in the direction of the castle in the center of the city.

He always thought that when he returned to this city with people he hated so much, his emotions would be somewhat unstable.

But when he stood in front of the gorgeous castle where he had lived for several years, his heart was calm.

His gaze looking at the castle was too calm, terribly calm.

Hiemos stood motionless in front of the castle gate on horseback.

His knights also stood still.

The general who led him has stepped aside and waited quietly for his instructions.

Not far away, the people who followed were surrounded outside, looking at it curiously.

Before long, the gate of the castle slowly opened.

What appeared in the gate was a middle-aged man with black hair. He stood at the gate and looked at Huimos.

The contours of his face are a bit similar to Huimos, but the gentle look on his face makes his face a little more generous.

He watched Huimos’ eyes pass a deep gloom.

The current lord of Menister City, Earl.

The younger brother of the former city lord, is also the uncle of Huimos.

The gloom in his eyes flashed across, and City Lord Earl smiled immediately after seeing Himos, and he quickly greeted Himos with a large number of entourage behind him.

He has a big smile and a look of surprise on his face.

It was as if he had completely forgotten what happened when he broke with the young Heimos. He eagerly greeted Heimos with open arms, as if he wanted to give his long-lost nephew a warm hug.

However, when the city of Earl advocated opening his arms to reach Heimos, Heimos was still sitting firmly on the horseback, without any intention of coming down.

He immediately looked down at Earl, condescendingly.

Although the corners of his mouth also raised a little arc, it was obviously a sneer arc.

City Lord Earl, who wanted to perform a touching reunion between his uncles and nephews, stood awkwardly on the spot, his hands still open, and his face stiffened.

Huimos’s unsympathetic demeanor made him extremely annoyed, but his face still had a gentle smile on his face, and he put down his hands without a trace.

“It has been gone for many years, Hiemos.”

He looked at Huimos with loving eyes.

“My uncle has always been thinking of you. I don’t know if you have been doing well these years. Since you went to the royal city, you have never heard from him.”

He spoke with a little excitement, and he looked at Huimos with a look of relief.

“Now that you have grown up, I heard that you still made great achievements on the battlefield, so I am relieved, presumably my brother can look down in the ground.”

Riding on horseback, Huimos lazily watched Lord Earl’s performance without saying a word.

However, he did not speak, and the knight commander behind him spoke coldly.

“Lord Earl, please pay attention to your etiquette. Now in front of you is the prince of Aaron Landis, Your Highness Huimos.”

The words of Lord Earl paused.

He knew exactly what Huimos wanted him to do.

Originally, he was thinking of preemptively, showing his blood relationship with Huimos, and welcoming Huimos as an elder as his uncle.

However, Huimos obviously does not eat this set.

He must greet Huimos as a prince as the lord of his city.

Without changing his face, City Lord Earl resisted the raging resentment in his heart.

He must face reality.

The boy who allowed him to rub and humiliate back then was already the existence that made him have to bow his head.

Earl paused for a moment, then, he lowered his head, and in front of Heimos’ horse, forced himself to bow to the junior he hated.

“Earl, the lord of Menister City, welcome your arrival, Your Highness Huimos.”

He said, his voice was calm.

But his eyes blocked by his forehead were full of gloom.

His face was full of tolerance and deep humiliation.

Why didn’t it succeed in that year?

he thinks.

It should be successful.

This little bastard should have been burned to death back then!

Burn it alive to death–

Huimos looked down at his name and uncle by blood.

At this moment, for some reason, the scene of that year suddenly flashed in his mind.

Black liquid…

Charcoal fire falling from the sky…

If then, the charcoal fire really fell on him…………

Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind.

A burst of flames.

He was surrounded by scarlet flames.

Burned alive by the fire.

The pain of being burned is heart-rending–