A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 20. Chapter 20

The magnificent palace stands between the heaven and the earth, and the dome of the palace, like a mountain peak, rises straight into the sky, shining with golden light in the sun.

In front of the palace hall, there is a magnificent square that is too wide to see the end.

A avenue to the sky spreads out in the middle of the magnificent square, and at the end of the avenue is a towering platform on which stands a huge golden throne.

In the early morning, the bright sun shines on the earth.

The rumbling sound sounded on the ground, and a giant chariot slowly drove up from the distance of Tongtian Avenue with the rumbling sound.

It was a huge fiery red chariot, and even the rolling wheels were dyed with red dye. From a distance, it looked like a cluster of burning red flames coming in the light.

The eight majestic steeds were divided into two teams, pulling the fiery red chariot, one side was white as white horses, and the other side was dark as night horses. Two majestic warriors in one hand held a whip and held the golden rein in one hand, respectively driving the two horses.

Above the chariot of flames, the tall and robust King Aaron Landis sat boldly on it, his lion-like golden brown hair shining in the sun.

On both sides of the Tongtian Avenue, the guards in silver and black armor are lined up on both sides, holding silver long guns, standing upright and standing solemnly.

That majestic aura came from the army overwhelming the sky, oppressing the air between the sky and the earth to silence it.

When the blazing chariot slowly approached–

“pay tribute!!!”

Accompanied by a roar that resounded through the world and cracked the ground.

Hula.

The guards, standing still like stone sculptures, raised their silver guns abruptly, declaring their loyalty to the king. The silver gun head shone in the sun with a dazzling cold light, and there was a vague smell of blood coming from it. , Revealing a suffocating aura of the abyss of blood.

There was a loud bang, which was the loud bang of all silver guns slamming on the ground at almost the same second.

The earth seemed to tremble in this loud noise.

The guards in black armor leaned over, holding silver spears, and knelt on one knee to greet their king.

King Camos.

King of Aaron Landis.

Their god.

They will not hesitate to dedicate their bodies and even their souls to the masters!

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The priests and ministers have long been accustomed to this magnificent and exciting scene.

And those teenagers who saw this magnificent scene for the first time were all overwhelmed by this terrifying aura, almost feeling suffocated. Although they have the blood of the royal family, they are already distant from the royal family. Their father is at best the lord of a city, or a general of the army, have ever seen such a scene?

This time, King Camos allowed them to return to their hometown after participating in the ceremony.

These royal-blooded teenagers are still thinking about whether they can go back and brag about them, so they are all very happy. But at this moment, the faces of all of them who followed the ministers walking behind were not much better.

The terrible aura has completely overwhelmed them, leaving an indelible impression in their hearts. Even after they go back, after they grow up, or even after inheriting the position of their parents, they will always remember this scene, firmly remembering the respect and fear of King Camos.

At the end of Tongtian Avenue, the flame chariot stopped, and the owner of the chariot jumped down from the tall chariot. The fiery red cloak behind him flew in the air.

Then King Camos turned around and reached out to hug the other person in the chariot.

“Can you go by yourself?”

He asked Garlan seriously.

This kind of scene, even an adult, would be overwhelmed by this appalling courage the first time he participated, which would tie his hands and feet, let alone a seven or eight-year-old child.

The guards almost always fought with him in the bloody battlefield back then, and the suffocation emanating from them was enough to make most people feel frightened, their hands and feet soft and unbearable.

Therefore, Camos carefully looked at Garlan’s face at the moment.

In his opinion, Gallan was only a seven or eight-year-old child after all. In the first roar of the cracked stone, he had not been scared to cry, and he was already quite courageous.

And after passing the terrifying guards on both sides, I am afraid that he has been scared now.

It’s just that Camos didn’t expect it. The kid he asked so was taken aback, looked up at him, with confusion in his eyes, and his expression was more as if he didn’t understand why Camos asked this question.

In the next second, the child seemed to realize something suddenly.

Garlan took a step back abruptly, revealing an expression that looked like an enemy.

“Don’t hold me!”

He looked at King Camos warily and said.

If he has to be picked up on such occasions… Is he shameless? !

Camos: “…”

It has always been that he didn’t follow the common sense of playing cards and choked others into speech. Unexpectedly, one day would be choked by a child.

He watched Little Garlan staring at him warily, with an expression of “You are not allowed to pick me up”, and finally couldn’t help laughing out loud.

In the quiet square, under the towering platform, King Camos’s vigorous laughter echoed under the sky.

He laughed and said, “Okay, I won’t hold you.”

He smiled and said, “Go by yourself and follow me!”

When King Camos turned around, the fiery red cloak flew high behind him. He stepped forward, his brown-black boots stepped on the smooth steps made of topaz, and strode up.

Because Camos suddenly laughed, Gallan was inexplicably stunned. Seeing Camos had climbed up to a dozen steps, he quickly stepped on his short legs and ran after him.

Under the dazzling sunlight, the tall King Camos sat down on the golden throne, condescendingly, looking down on sentient beings.

On the back of the throne, a square stone wall was erected with a protruding lion head carved. The brown stone statue was carved to life, like a real lion roaring with its mouth open and powerful.

Garlan, who followed, stood by, and he looked back at his back.

Behind the high platform, there are eleven giant statues more than ten meters high on the ground. They are the gods of Aaron Landis.

They circled behind the throne high platform in a fan shape, and all the idols bowed their heads slightly, looking at the central throne-symbolizing the gods guarding the king of Aarondis.

Sitting on the high golden throne, King Camos looked down at the masses of sentient beings below. At this moment, his eyes were deep and far away.

He saw the people looking up at him from below. All of them, including the young people from all over the world with blood from the royal family, looked up and looked at him with incomparable awe, just like looking at the gods in the clouds. .

The huge statues of the gods are just behind him, huddling him, as if with the help of his gaze, all beings are crawling under their feet.

Looking at the people who saw themselves as the supreme gods, King Camos tilted his head slightly, passing the child standing next to him with the corner of his eye.

The very young child stood quietly, looking down at the people below with his big eyes open. The golden throne was beside him, but he didn’t seem to have any interest in looking at the throne more, and even one of his small hands was randomly placed on the armrest on the side of the throne.

Obviously, to Garlan, this throne is just a chair.

A chair that allows people to sit, hold, and hold hands at will.

Camos raised his eyebrows and smiled without a trace.

The so-called throne is to be sat under the buttocks by the king.

No one would be in awe of something sitting under his ass.

Although these words passing through Camos’s heart are vulgar, they are indeed his beliefs and guidelines as a king.

Those who kneel on the ground and worship the gods will never be able to become gods.

In the same way, those teenagers who leaned under the throne with fear and fear, looking up at him in awe, will never become real kings.

His gaze swept from below again, and then he saw a special gaze.

Different from the eyes of everyone looking up at the throne in awe, and different from the plain eyes of Garland who regarded it as an ordinary seat, the black-haired boy looked at him and at the same time looked at the throne under him, with desire. There is a desire, and a deep ambition to control it.

Camos was not surprised.

To be honest, if it wasn’t for the black-haired boy with such a look, even if the boy became the final winner, he would still easily drive the boy back with a word.

Only with that kind of eyes can he be qualified to come to him.

Even if Camos didn’t like that look very much, he would also admit that that young man was also qualified to be a king.

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Hmm… So what is the boy’s name?

The king of Aaron Landis on the throne thought for three seconds, and then gave up thinking about this question that he certainly couldn’t think of an answer.

Qualification belongs to qualification.

But no one stipulated that he should not be biased against one of them based on his own preferences.

Camos thought so, and looked away from the boy.

However, he didn’t notice that when he looked away, the boy’s gaze shifted slightly from his body and his throne, and fell on Garlan who was beside him.

It was just a moment, like a floating light, passing by.

Heimos, who took a glance at the child, withdrew his gaze, and his slender eyelashes fell down, casting an invisible shadow in his eyes.

No one noticed him, perhaps even he himself.

In the glance he looked past, there was a little unattainable longing hidden in the depths.

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This is a ceremony held by Aaron Landis in accordance with the usual practice, once every three months, on the day that each season is about to end.

This is a ritual to offer sacrifices to the gods of Aaron Landis, and to declare to the people of Aaron Landis the king’s majesty and inviolability.

At the same time, it is also an important occasion for proclaiming major events in the country.

King Camos took a child to the high platform that symbolized the kingship and asked him to stand beside the throne.

Everyone knows what that means.

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At night, it was time to rest, but due to a sudden flood in a city, King Camos and his subordinate Xiemur had no plans to rest.

The child who had been sitting by the side obediently listening to them couldn’t hold it anymore, and yawned several times with his mouth open.

Camos noticed and asked the maid to lead Garlan to rest first. Garlan’s residence is arranged in the side hall next to his bedroom, and it can be reached within ten minutes of walking.

The child who was rubbing his eyes sleepily got up and was led out by the magistrate.

Halfway through, Garlan suddenly remembered something, turned and walked back.

Camos, who noticed Garlan’s sudden return, turned his gaze, and wanted to ask Garlan what was wrong. However, he hadn’t spoken yet, and the child had already spoken first.

“Good night, Brother Wang.”

For Gallan, who had been reborn several times, this was not the first time he called out, so he called out the scale habitually and very smoothly.

Because he was still a child, he hadn’t changed his voice yet, and the voice was soft and waxy, and Brother Wang called out soft and cute, sweet and heart-warming.

King Camos, who was caught off guard, was shocked by the’Brother Wang’ that he heard for the first time. He was sluggish for a moment, and even Garlan, who had called him, turned and left without realizing it.

At this moment, in the room where Gallan left, King Camos was staying, there was a breathless silence.

For a long time, for a long time.

Then……

“…Xiemuer.”

“Yes?”

King Camos clutched his chest, which was too sweet by Brother Wang, and his heart was radiant, with a rippling expression on my face that I was so happy, I was content, and I was so happy.

“Ah, I’m so touched, do you feel that I am now touched?”

Ah~ why is my little brother so cute~~

Xiemuer: “…”

The priest of Shamash wanted to commit the crime very much. He raised the scepter in his hand and smashed the cramping head of a certain king.