A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 45. Chapter 45

In the administrative hall of the palace, the long tables of Blackstone are lined up on both sides, and the clerks sitting behind the tables are busy.

Countless people shuttled through this wide hall, constantly presenting rolls of parchment, standing at the table and reporting to the clerks behind the table. Some tables are okay, there are only a few people scattered, and some tables are already lined up, and the clerks there are busy sweating profusely.

There are many side rooms on both sides of the government affairs hall. The doors are all concealed. The clerks in front of these long tables belong to each department. Their boss is in the room behind them. That room is the administrative room of each department.

From time to time, clerks walk in and out, reporting to their superiors that they cannot make decisions. From time to time, we can see the heads of the various government administration offices coming out of it to check and inquire about the progress of some important work.

A clerk dressed in white walked into the side room behind him holding a pile of rolled parchment. There are several people standing in the room, around a square table, discussing something with an unfolded map on the table.

The clerk in white thought that if he didn’t guess wrong, he should be discussing how to unblock the channel on the Vänar River. Now, the project is under the command of the new Vänar City Archon in full swing.

She was standing in it, wearing a white sacrificial robe that fell to her ankles, and wearing a crown made of olive branches, pressing one hand on the map and quickly saying something.

When he was finished, he turned his head and saw the clerk in white coming in and asked.

“How’s it going?”

A total of four cities were hit by floods this year, and the city of Wiener is the most serious of them.

According to past experience, every time there is a flood, there will be a serious plague in that city. So Xiemuer just asked his subordinates to sort out the plague situation in those cities as soon as possible, and let him see.

“Master Xiemuer, things are a bit strange.”

The clerk took out a piece of parchment and walked over and spread it out on the table.

“You see, the report sent by the city of Wiener is very strange.”

“The flood in Wiener City is the worst in history, so even if there is a widespread plague, it is not surprising.”

Someone nearby said so.

“No, this is not the case. This report makes it very clear that the plague in Wiener City is not serious this time, because the number of deaths from the plague is less than one-third of the number of other cities, and the time and scope are all. Very small, it seems to have stopped now.”

“How can it be?”

Xiemur frowned. Based on past experience, the plague in Wiener City should be very serious this time, at least twice that of other cities. How can it be much lighter than other smaller cities?

“Did the Archon lie about the plague?”

“No.” Another person said that he was an official of the Ombudsman. “Our inspectors and spies in Vänar City have been monitoring the consul. He shouldn’t do such a thing.”

Xiemuer thought about it.

Indeed, the officials and dignitaries of Venal City only felt the anger of the Lion King more than half a month ago. They saw with their own eyes that the corrupt officials were slain and blood flowed. Everyone who survived was scared to death. King Camos was loyal and vowed to curse that he would no longer oppress the citizens.

How long has this passed? How can they dare to play tricks on this kind of thing?

However, the plague situation in Wiener City is indeed very strange…

and many more.

Suddenly, a sentence that he heard more than half a month ago when he was still in the city of Venal flashed through his mind.

‘The corpse of the sick and dead is soaked in water, the sickness will melt in the water, and then everyone will drink the sickness again after drinking the water. ‘

At that time, Sheemur didn’t care at all, thinking that it was purely childish. It’s just that King Camos spoiled his brother, so he left to toss with him.

If we must say that the city of Wiener is different from other cities and all the cities in history that have been flooded, I am afraid there is only…

Thinking of Xiemur here without saying anything, he said to other people, holding this parchment and hurriedly left this crowded government affairs hall.

Crossing the square, he headed to the king’s court at the rear.

The king’s court where King Camos is at this moment is spacious and bright. The golden walls on both sides spread out diagonally to both sides. Numerous huge golden columns carved with complex patterns prop up the arc-shaped hall dome, which is as thin as fog. The snow-white tulle hangs around the golden pillars, showing a graceful dance in the wind.

This royal court stands on a high platform. Not far behind is the blue sea. Even if you sit on the deepest throne inside, you can see the surrounding earth and the boundless ocean at a glance, which symbolizes the king. A broad mind that can hold everything.

The sea breeze from the sea blew across the royal court, bringing a moist atmosphere on the sea.

When the priest of Shamash walked into the royal court, King Kamos was on the long golden throne.

He was sitting lazily on the bench, leaning on one armrest, supporting his head with one hand, and stepping on the throne with the other, while watching with a piece of parchment in the other.

Under the high platform, several ministers were waiting.

After patiently waiting for King Kamos to deal with the affairs of the previous ministers, Xie Muer stepped forward and reported the affairs of Venal City to King Kamos.

King Camos looked at the parchment in his hand and thought for a while.

He said: “You mean, the reason why a serious plague did not break out in the city of Wiener is most likely because of what Garland did in the first place?”

“It’s just a guess. I have checked it carefully. The measures to prevent and control the plague are obviously the same, and this is the only difference between Wiener City and several other cities.”

“Guess…”

King Camos pondered.

His little brother is a cute and kind child, because he couldn’t bear to see those corpses that no one cleaned up on the ground, so he acted like a spoiled and took a lot of money from him and hired local refugees. Buried the body in the mountains.

He has always thought so.

However, Gallan did say that he was worried that the disease would melt into the water, and everyone fell ill after drinking it.

At the time, he just thought what my little brother said was so cute~~

However, if it is really a mistake to find a way to curb the plague…

“King Camos, this incident may be just an accident, but it may also be really useful.” Sheemur said, “In any case, we have to try it first.”

The plague after the disaster has always been the existence that has made this country brain-stricken.

Those people who finally survived the disaster died of illness in large numbers after the disaster. Therefore, even if it is only a number, the sharp decline in the population of the city that suffers every time is shocking.

In order to prevent the plague, this country has racked their brains and exhausted methods throughout the ages, but they have always achieved little.

King Camos nodded.

Whether it works or not, you have to try it.

“Understood, I will issue a decree. From now on, no one can abandon the corpse in the water source, especially in the flooded cities. The corpse must be buried in the mountains.”

He thought for a while and added another sentence.

“From now on, grant funds to cities that are frequently affected by disasters and give them a special fund that can only be used to bury and dispose of dead bodies.”

After speaking, King Camos looked at the parchment written by the Archon in his hand about the current situation in the city of Wiener, and he felt much better.

He said: “If this approach is really useful, then Gallan has made another great achievement.”

He smiled and said, “Xiemuer, what do you think the kid thought about this incident, as we said, would never consider such a thing.”

“…Yes, neither you nor me will think about such things.” Sheemur said, “Only if you really think about the civilians at the bottom of your heart, you will do it. Thinking like this.”

He sighed: “I sometimes worry that Prince Garland’s character is too gentle, so it is difficult to establish majesty, and Aaron Landis is still in chaos and war. He is actually not suitable for him. Aaron Landis now.”

“There is nothing to worry about, Xiemur.”

King Camos grinned and smiled indifferently.

“When I hand over the throne to him, Aaron Landis must have already risen to peace, and there will be no war.”

“I will clear all obstacles for him, put iron and blood, death and war to an end in my hands, and I will hand a peaceful Aaron Landis into his hands.”

“At that time, he only needed to guard the people of this country with his heart, and that was enough.”

Xiemuer looked at the King Camos who understated the grandeur of his heart. The young king was like a stalwart lion, standing proudly on the ground.

His scorching eyes looked down on the earth, like a flame, and he was ambitious, vowing to put everything under his hands.

And this lion king who can tremble with a roar, only when he looks back at the little cub behind him, the sharpness in his eyes will converge, revealing a bit of softness and warmth.

Xie Muer said nothing, bowed slightly and saluted, then turned around and planned to leave.

“Are you leaving? I still want to find you to relax and fight.”

“Yes, King Camos, Prince Garland’s study time is up.”

“…Ah, oh, then you go well.”

Although he felt very distressed for his little brother, who was sluggish every time he was bombed by Xiemuer, King Camos who knew he would not be able to deal with Xiemuer choked, then smiled and waved his hand.

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………………

It was in the afternoon, when the sun was the brightest, occasionally a few white clouds drifted across the blue sky.

In the spacious training ground, at this moment, there was a sharp clash of metal blades when they hit, and the bright blades reflected the golden sunlight.

Gallan clenched the sword in his hand with both hands, raised his hand, and abruptly accepted the sword that the opponent stabbed.

With a bang, the force of the impact was transmitted from the junction of the weapons, and immediately, the jaws of both hands became numb.

At this moment, the opponent swung down another sword, so his numb hands could no longer be grasped. With that clanging sound, the sword in his hand was knocked into the air, and it whirled in the air, obliquely. The ground is inserted|into the ground.

And Garlan himself fell backward, and was about to fall to the ground.

A hand stretched out from the slanting ground and caught him who was about to fall.

He looked up subconsciously, and saw the familiar golden red eyes. The eyes of Heimos, who caught him, bend at him, and with a little harder his hand, he helped him stand firmly again.

“Prince Garland, I have said many times, don’t come head-on, you must know how to use your strength to relieve your strength.”

A stern voice sounded, and Xiemur, who was holding a long sword, rebuked the little prince who was beaten back by the sword again.

He has changed his robe, took off the crown of the branches and leaves, and now he is dressed in a strong suit, looking like a warrior.

As the teacher of the two princes, he is not only responsible for learning, but also martial arts. After all, each of Shamash’s priests is a powerful warrior, and Xiemur is the best among them.

“Also, when fighting against people, you must never let the weapon leave your hand no matter what happens.” He reprimanded mercilessly, “Look, how many times did your sword get out of your hand?”

Counting the time just now, the sword in Garlan’s hand has been beaten by him five times in a row.

The blond knight who had been watching by the martial arts ground looked at the little prince who had been scolded so that he was stunned, pursed his lips, walked into the field, and pulled out the long sword that was stuck on the ground.

Then, he took the sword and walked towards Xiemur and them.

“Priest.”

He said, “I was watching from the side. The prince has actually been using the technique of cooperation, but your strength is much greater than that of ordinary fighters, and the speed is also faster. The prince has just greeted him, and you have already stabbed him.”

Xie Mu’er frowned.

“Is that right?”

“Yes.” Kehos said, “and with uninterrupted practice like this, exhaustion will only make the prince’s reaction slower.”

“……understood.”

Xiemuer turned to look at Garlan, “Your Highness, you can rest for half an hour. Come back in half an hour, and I will properly control my speed and strength.”

Then, his gaze fell on Hiemos beside Garlan.

“Prince Huimos, you will be replaced next.”

Kaihuos stepped forward, landed on one knee, and handed the sword he had just drawn to the little prince. He turned his back to Sheemur, and winked at the little prince secretly.

Gallan was startled, and then couldn’t help laughing.

Seeing that the little prince was amused by him, Kaihuos got up and returned to where he had stayed before.

“Is that the guardian knight that King Camos arranged for you?”

Looking back from the back of the leaving knight, Hiemos asked seemingly inadvertently.

“Um.”

Gallan replied, grinning like a toothache.

“Probably I think I am too weak. If Heimos could be as strong as you, then he wouldn’t arrange it for me.”

With a word he didn’t care about, Heimos, who was pursing his lips inexplicably unhappy, laughed and rubbed his head.

“You are young.”

He said, “Xiemuer bullied you just by being taller and stronger than you.”

He coaxed Garlan, who was obviously a little upset by the shock of Ximuer just now, like a child.

Galan tilted his head to look at him.

“Then you mean I can beat him when I grow up?”

Huimos: “…”

Should I lie now or should I lie?

He was so contemplative.

Garlan cast aside his lips, shoved the sword in his hand into Huimos’s hand, and then stepped back to make room for Huimos and Sheemur.

Then, too tired, he didn’t bother to care about the image, so he squatted down and watched on the ground.

Let alone other things, at least in terms of martial arts, Heimos is very good, and he is born with supernatural power. After Xiemuer deliberately slightly controlled his speed and strength, he was only a teenager and he was able to compete with Xiemuer. There is no wind down in the battle.

Even Kehos, who was standing by and watching, nodded slightly. He could see more than Garland. For example, Huimos had a strong ability to absorb and learn, just like a sponge, he made a mistake once. Never commit a second time, so it grows extremely quickly.

She also felt the same way in the battle.

I am afraid that in a few years, he will have to go all out to meet Prince Huimos.

He was thinking about it in his heart, suddenly, a sharp pain came from his shoulder, it seemed that the arrow wound there had split.

The sudden pain made his body pause for a second, and Heimos, who happened to turn around and swayed behind him, turned and stabbed with a sword. Although he found something was wrong, he couldn’t hold his hand. A sword stabbed under his armpit. In the past, crimson blood spattered in the air with a chuckle–

“Master Xiemuer!”

Kaihuos, who was watching the battle, rushed over.

“It’s okay.” Xiemur raised his hand for a gesture and said, “It just wiped it from under the armpit.”

A big cut was cut near his waist, and he was bleeding, but it was not serious.

Kayjos sighed in relief. He just wanted to say something, but saw Heimos suddenly change his face, dropped the sword in his hand, and rushed out. He looked at it suspiciously, and his face suddenly changed.

Not far away, the little figure who was squatting fell to the ground at some point.

“Gallan!”

“Prince!”

“His Royal Highness Gallan——?”

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Noisy voice………………

………… It’s so noisy……

what……

[Since he is so loyal… I will go with him…]

Who is speaking?

… Ah, the bright sky… The stone statue of the star goddess looked down with endless compassion…

…

Stabbed with a sharp sword.

Stabbed heavily from the hand of the young man with cold golden-red eyes.

A sharp blade pierced through the heart of the priest Shamash who was kneeling on the ground.

The splattered blood stained the corners of the stone sculptures of the goddess standing on the ground and looking down compassionately…

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The presence of the small attack you want is coming~~