In previous lives, the uncle of Heimos, the lord of the city of Menestre, Earl, secretly provoked that fire incident. Later, when Heimos learned the truth, he held back at first, and when he grew up and accumulated enough strength, he mercilessly took revenge on his uncle.
Because of the deep-seated hatred, at that time, he, who had become completely cold and violent, killed his uncle and his cousin with his own hands.
This incident caused an uproar in Aaron Landis, and even spread the notoriety of Heimos among those who did not know the truth.
Everyone said that a person who could kill even his own blood relatives would be so cruel and terrifying.
'The son of the Devil'.
That's what people called Heimos.
In this life, because there was no such thing as Heimos being seriously burned, Garlan felt that this should not happen again, so he did not pay much attention.
But when Shulos suddenly mentioned Menister City, his chest clenched inexplicably, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.
It stands to reason that the current Heimos is different from the previous lives. He is very rational and calm in the face of things. It is impossible to do such stupid things as killing blood relatives with his own hands. But for some reason, when Garlan heard that Heimos had gone to that city, his heart skipped a beat.
He thought about it carefully, and was a little flustered to find that in the previous lives, the time when Rihymos killed his uncle seemed to be about this time.
Thinking of this, he was even more restless, and he could only rush to Menister City with Shulos overnight.
…
After leaving Garland, Heimos went to the city of Menister alone.
He was not worried that Garland would sneak away again after he left. He knew Garland, and since he said he wanted to go back, he would definitely go back.
Moreover, it was not far from the royal city. With Garlan's fairly good skills and the archery skills of a bard with him, he was not worried that they would encounter danger on the road.
Along the banks of the Enki River, he rode his horse all the way up, and finally arrived near the city of Menister in the morning two days later.
In a small town there, a group of knights in black and red leather armor was waiting for him.
Seeing his arrival, the leading knight commander approached on horseback and handed him a palm-length copper cylinder. The opening of the copper cylinder was sealed with black wax and stamped with a seal.
Looking at the contents of the letter in the copper tube, Heimos's eyes were slightly cold.
It was an oracle written by King Camos himself.
"Check it out?"
The knight commander nodded and said in a low voice, "The royal knight has already confessed, and, according to the content of his confession, Lord Suojia has found a few nails buried in the palace by the 'one' and reported them all. To King Camos."
"Also, from the Chief Secretary, 'that' has also contributed a lot."
Heimos sneered.
After so many years, the guy finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Putting King Camos's hand letter into his arms, Heimos took the team of knights out of the town and ran towards the city of Meneste not far away.
As an important hub of the Aaron Landis Highway and an important port on the Enki River, the city of Meniste is still very lively.
A wide moat drawn from the Enki River surrounds the city, and a huge stone city wall stands on the ground to protect the people in the city.
Standing in front of the city gate on horseback, Heimos raised his head and looked up at the city of Menister.
His pupils reflected the familiar yet unfamiliar city in front of him.
At this moment, his eyes were like inorganic golden-red glass beads, clearly shining in the sunlight, but with an icy luster.
City of Menister.
Where he was born, where he grew up.
But this was never his home.
All his bad memories come from here.
Over the years, since that time, he has never set foot in the city again.
But he never forgot this place for a day.
Because here, there is a person he will never forget.
Heimos stopped at the gate of the city on horseback, his face was calm and motionless, as if he was waiting for something.
The team of knights behind him also reined in their horses and remained silent.
The curiosity of the people who were entering and leaving the city gate was aroused, and many people looked to this side frequently, chatting with their companions in a low voice, guessing the purpose of these dozens of conspicuous knights parked here.
Soon, a group of soldiers rushed out from the city gate, driving away those who wanted to pass through the city gate.
The group of soldiers lined up on both sides, blocking the crowd behind them, clearing a wide road leading to the city gate. Immediately afterwards, a few people ran out of the city gate on horseback and galloped all the way to not far from Heimos.
The leading middle-aged general led his subordinates off the horse, walked quickly to Heimos' horse, and saluted with one hand on his chest.
"His Royal Highness."
The general said solemnly, "We have been waiting for your arrival for a long time."
After the salute, he turned over and mounted again.
"Please let me clear the way for you," he said.
Heimos walked slowly forward on his horse, and the soldiers stood on both sides of the avenue he was walking straight to the city gate.
The people who were stopped by the soldiers on both sides of the road looked at him curiously, or whispered thoughtfully.
To be able 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 can be greeted with such a high standard, his identity must be extraordinary.
People who were stopped on 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 blocked for a while were reopened. A lot of good people followed, curious to know what kind of character this imposing young man was.
After a lapse of several years, Heimos stepped into the city again.
Last time, he relied on the guard knights 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 on the road and walked unhurriedly.
In front of him, the general was clearing the way for him.
Behind him, his henchmen followed.
Surrounded by countless soldiers surrounding him.
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 mood would be somewhat unstable.
But when he stood in front of this gorgeous castle where he had lived for several years now, his heart was calm.
His gaze on the castle was too calm, terribly calm.
Heimos stood on horseback in front of the castle gate, motionless.
His knights also stood still.
The general who had led him had stepped aside, quietly waiting for his orders.
Not far away, the people who followed were crowded outside, looking at it curiously.
Before long, the gate of the castle slowly opened.
A black-haired middle-aged man appeared in the gate. He stood at the gate and looked towards Heimos.
The outline of his face was somewhat similar to that of Heimos, but the gentle look on his face made his face a little more generous.
He looked at the depths of Heimos's eyes with a deep gloom.
The current lord of Menister City, Earl.
The younger brother of the former city lord and the uncle of Heimos.
The gloom in his eyes swept past, and the city lord of Ear smiled immediately after seeing Heimos. He brought a large number of entourage behind him to greet Heimos.
He smiled brightly, with a look of surprise on his face.
As if he had completely forgotten about the breakup with Heimos, who was still a teenager, he greeted Heimos eagerly with open arms, as if he wanted to give his long-lost nephew a warm hug.
However, when Earl City proposed to open his arms and come to Heimos, Heimos was still sitting firmly on the horse, and he had no intention of coming down.
He looked down at Earl from the horse, condescendingly.
Although the corner of his mouth also raised a little arc, but it was obviously a sneering arc.
City Lord Ear, who wanted to perform a touching reunion between uncles and nephews, stood awkwardly in the same place, his hands remained open, and his face stiffened.
Heimos's unsympathetic behavior made him extremely annoyed, but he still had a gentle smile on his face, and put down his hands without a trace.
"Many years gone, Heimos."
He looked at Heimos with loving eyes.
"Uncle has been thinking about you all the time. I don't know if you have been doing well these years. Since you went to Wangcheng, you haven't heard from you at all."
His voice was a little excited, and he looked at Heimos with a look of relief.
"Now that you have grown up and heard that you have made a lot of military exploits on the battlefield, I am relieved. Presumably my brother can rest in the ground."
On horseback, Heimos lazily watched Lord Earl's performance without saying a word.
However, he did not speak, and the knight commander behind him spoke coldly.
"Your Excellency Lord Earl, please pay attention to your etiquette. Now in front of you is the prince of Aaron Landis, His Royal Highness Heimos."
Lord Earl paused for a moment.
He knew exactly what Heimos wanted him to do.
Originally, he was thinking of taking a preemptive strike, showing his blood relationship with Heimos, and as an uncle, he came to greet Heimos as an elder.
However, Heimos obviously does not eat this set.
He must meet Heimos, the prince, as the lord of his own city.
Without changing his face, the city lord of Earl resisted the surging resentment in his heart.
He has to face reality.
The boy who let him rub and bully back then is now an existence that makes him have to bow his head.
Earl paused for a moment, then lowered his head and forced himself to bow to the junior he hated in front of Heimos' horse.
"Ear, the lord of the city of Menestre, welcome your arrival, His Highness Heimos."
He said in a quiet voice.
But his eyes, which were blocked by his forehead hair, were full of gloom.
His face was full of forbearance and deep humiliation.
Why didn't that work out then
he thinks.
It should be successful.
This little bastard should have been burned to death!
Just burn it alive—
Heimos looked down coldly at his uncle by name and blood.
At this moment, for some unknown reason, the scene from that year suddenly flashed through his mind.
black liquid...
Coal fires falling from the sky...
If at that time, the coal fire really fell on him...
Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind.
A burst of flames.
His whole body was surrounded by crimson flames.
Burned alive by fire.
The pain of being burned is heart-wrenching—