After the subordinate left, Earl sat quietly in the room, the lights on the wall had been extinguished, and the moonlight fell on him obliquely from the skylight, pulling his shadow long on the ground.
He sat there, motionless, and the eyes he stared straight ahead were very calm.
Perhaps in the eyes of his subordinates, he has gone mad.
In fact, he is very awake now, unprecedentedly awake.
Heimos would not let him go.
Earl is clear.
Although his nephew was similar in appearance to his elder brother, his personality was vastly different from that of his generous elder brother.
Over the years, he has been watching him secretly, and whenever he has the opportunity, he will try to harm him.
It was because of this that he knew exactly what kind of person Heimos was.
The means are harsh.
One hit kill.
This time, since Heimos came to Menister City, it means that he has absolute certainty to solve him.
If he doesn't do anything, as soon as Heimos makes a move, he can only be captured.
He can't sit still.
Therefore, taking a countermeasure before Heimos makes a move is his only way to survive now.
He knew he was taking a risk, but he had no choice but to gamble.
Because now he has no way out.
…
Do not.
Perhaps many years ago, from the moment he secretly stole and discarded his brother's newborn child with evil thoughts in his heart, he had no way out...
…
In the dark night, Garlan galloped on horseback.
At this moment, he was furious.
In Aaron Landis, killing blood relatives with one's own hands was a sin that the gods would not tolerate.
In previous lives, although Heimos committed such a crime, he was already notorious. In addition, King Camos knew the truth, and was both ashamed and sympathetic to Heimos. Even if Heimos did something like that, he still sheltered him, so Heimos could continue to stay in the position of the crown prince.
But this life is different. Heimos was not mutilated by Earl, and King Camos would not feel guilty about him. Once Heimos killed his blood relatives...
Garland frowned tightly.
In previous lives, Heimos had a distorted mind, and he hated Earl who had hurt him to the extreme, so he got out of control and did such a thing.
It stands to reason that the current Heimos should not do such a stupid thing.
However, what is his uneasy feeling...
…
In each of our minds, the night passed quickly.
Early in the morning, Heimos was invited to a garden in the castle by a squire sent by Earl.
It was a small but delicate garden with a small stream winding through it.
In the middle is a spacious green grass, surrounded by green trees, and a cyan stone table stands on the green velvet grass.
When Heimos was brought over, the city lord of Earl was already sitting in front of the stone table, facing the morning sun, drinking with a glass of wine.
Heimos raised his hand, motioned to follow his subordinates to stay outside, and then walked over by himself.
"What's up?"
Standing at the stone table, Heimos asked.
Earl looked up at him and took another sip of wine.
He asked, "Why don't you just do it?"
In this empty garden, there were only the two of them, their subordinates and the servants in the castle were all staying in the distance, and there was no one else in a radius of ten meters.
No one could hear the conversation between them, so Earl stopped pretending to be as affectionate as he did yesterday.
"You should have a hand letter from King Camos on your body, and at least half of the army of Menister City is under your control."
The chess pieces he has arranged in the palace for so many years have been lost, and I am afraid they have fallen into the hands of Heimos, and they may have been dedicated to King Camos by him.
He sneered while drinking.
"Heimos, my nephew, why didn't you just show Wang Ling and arrest me when you came yesterday?"
"There are some things I want to find out."
Huymos said lightly.
Over the years, he has actually gradually found out Earl's spies in the palace, he just didn't touch them.
Because the move is only to damage the opponent's chess piece, it is useless. It's better to let them go and wait for them to make a big mistake and catch them all.
Just like this time.
Lord Earl smiled.
"What are you checking?" he asked, "is it because you were almost burned to death back then?"
He nodded.
"Well, I admit, that's what I arranged for someone to do."
He took another sip of wine and continued, "However, you must have guessed this at the beginning, otherwise you wouldn't have rushed over and injured Buck."
He said, his eyes gradually became cold, and his voice also revealed a bit of hatred.
"Heimos, do you know what you did that time? You broke Buck's hand! You kept him from holding the sword again! Don't you think you're too vicious?"
Heimos stood, looking at the Lord of Earl indifferently, without saying a word.
There was no guilt on his face.
His good uncle, he secretly planned to burn him as a matter of course, and he just abolished Buck's hand, but Earl felt that he was too vicious.
This double standard is so ridiculous that he doesn't even bother to follow suit.
Besides, that incident had hurt Garlan in the first place.
Thinking of the little child lying on the bed with a pale face and tears in his eyes, Heimos's heart suddenly rose up with anger.
He was still too young then.
If it were him now, Buck's hands and feet would be abolished as soon as he made a move, leaving him to lie on the bed as a waste for the rest of his life, making Earl's heart aches when he saw his son, and so on. Pain until death.
"If you have nothing else to do, I'll leave, I'm busy."
Heimos said, turning to leave.
The things he wanted to know were too long ago, so he didn't move Earl for the time being to avoid making a fool of himself.
"What are you looking for? Is it... How did you get discarded back then?"
Earl's words made Heimos stop.
"Or, your father, my brother, the real cause of death?"
Heimos turned back and looked at Earl.
Earl drank the wine in the wine glass slowly, slammed it, and slammed the wine glass on the stone table.
He looked up and stared at Heimos, his eyes were a little red, I don't know if it was because of drinking too much or something else.
"Heimos, my nephew, you should not have been born."
he said, staring at Heimos.
"Your birth killed your father. He died because of you."
He clenched the glass tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"He originally promised me. He said that he has no children. After he passes away, I will be the next city lord. So, over the years, in the eyes of everyone, in my eyes, I am the next city lord."
"But why—why were you born? Why were you born?"
For so many years, he existed as the next city lord of Menister City.
But suddenly, his brother had a child.
On the day that child was born, he lost everything.
All the people who once surrounded him left him, and surrounded the child who had just been born.
Overnight, the world turned upside down.
He was abandoned by everyone and became a complete joke.
"Heimos, without your presence, my brother and I would not have turned against each other, and your father would not have died."
"So, you are the culprit. Your birth killed your father."
Earl said, word for word.
His words sounded like a curse.
"It would be fine without you."
"If only you had never been born into this world!"
In that case, he can hide his jealousy towards his brother in his heart and continue to be a good brother who respects his brother.
He will take good care of his elder brother, do his duty as a younger brother, and serve his elder brother with all his heart.
Then, he will become the lord of the city of Meneste in a dignified manner.
Yes, it should be.
That's how things should be.
If no Heimos was born—
If Heimos hadn't taken everything that should have belonged to him—
He wouldn't treat his brother at all—
"Heimos, you shouldn't exist from the beginning."
As soon as the mask that had been disguised for decades was broken, Earl looked at Heimos grimly, with deep hatred in his eyes.
Yes.
He hates this kid.
It was the appearance of this child that completely changed his fate and forced him step by step on this path that could not be turned back.
Facing Earl's resentful gaze and the almost cursed words, the corner of Heimos's mouth lifted.
His expression was understated, as if he didn't take Earl's words to heart at all.
"Not even the gods of Aaron Landis can decide my fate."
He says,
"Ear, what are you, it's up to you to decide whether I should exist or not?"
The black-haired young man stood in front of Earl, standing tall and straight, like a tall green pine rooted on the top of the mountain, standing tall and strong, and the violent storm, the mountain and the ground cracking could not make him shake.
He looked down at Earl, a little chill in his golden red eyes, with a bit of cynicism.
"In other words, you were the one who stole me and sent me away?"
"Yes."
Earl complied and looked at Heimos gloomily.
"I only regret that I wasn't ruthless enough at the beginning, and I didn't let someone strangle you directly, and there would be no future troubles."
He smiled contemptuously.
"A little bastard like you should die sooner."
He got up, put one hand on the stone table top, and approached Heimos.
He squinted, his slender eyes revealed a malicious look, and he swept across Heimos's face.
"After you disappeared, my brother fell ill. He was very sad. Please, I must bring you back..."
"Yes, of course I will look for it, very carefully, but there is no way to find it, right?"
"It's just that the elder brother is too stubborn. He is so stubborn that he has to wait until you come back. I really can't bear to see the elder brother suffer so hard, so, for his own good, I helped him... "
"My good brother, he thought I was a good younger brother even when he died. Before he died, he begged me to find you and help him take care of his wife..."
"And your mother, who looks dignified and beautiful, is actually just like a prostitute. I just coaxed her a little bit, and then I threw herself into the arms of her husband's brother without any scruples. set aside..."
"You know what? While you were starving and being bullied by slaves, your mother was living in my bed..."
He spoke slowly and slowly, getting very close to Heimos.
He spoke softly, but every word carried deep malice, as if deliberately provocative, he smashed every word at Heimos.
"You shouldn't be annoying anymore, Heimos, you were born to that woman who was like a prostitute with that kind of dirty blood on your body... Since you grew up in the garbage, you should continue to be in the garbage. To live in the pile, to live to die, is a pile of rubbish…”
Suddenly, Heimos raised his hand sharply and pressed it on Earl's hand that touched his wrist.
With a backhand twist, he snatched the dagger from Earl's hand.
Then, reaching out and pushing, he pushed Earl, who was close to him, away, and the dagger was quickly tucked into his sleeve.
In this way, in the eyes of those outside the garden, it seems that Heimos and Earl are talking, and then the two are getting closer.
But Heimos suddenly made a move and pushed the Lord of Earl away.
Those who were watching outside were startled, and then rushed in one after another.
Heimos raised his eyebrows and looked at the Lord of Earl who was pushed away by him.
"You want to provoke me?"
Everything Earl said just now was doing his best to arouse his greatest anger.
Then, after humiliating him severely, he tried to shove the dagger into his hand.
If an ordinary person, especially a young man with strong vigor, would be provoked by those words, and his anger would rise, he would probably stab him without hesitation.
"Why, do you want to die in my hands?"
Earl was astonished, he didn't see the slightest anger on Heimos's face.
He also thought about it, maybe Heimos was provoked and he could control himself not to do anything to him. If so, he would stab himself when Heimos was angry and put the blame on Heimos.
But Heimos's eyes were terribly calm, as if the person he had humiliated so thoroughly was not himself at all, so calm that he couldn't even use the means to frame the blame.
"It's a pity, although I hate you, I don't want to get my hands dirty."
Heimos looked at him and said, "I don't want to lose my reputation for a guy who is already doomed to have no future."
Earl's attempt to provoke him with his parents was a miscalculation. He was a cold-hearted guy by nature. To him, so-called parents were no different from strangers.
The reason why he wanted to find out the truth was not to avenge his parents, but to give an account to his childhood.
Heimos turned his head, raised his hand, and showed the letter from King Camos to the knight commander who had come.
"King Camos' will, to abolish Earl's position as the city lord of Menister, and immediately escort him to the king's city for trial."
Since what he wants to know has already been said by this person, there is no need for him to continue wasting time.
After yesterday afternoon, it can be confirmed that more than half of the troops in Meneste City have turned to him. With these troops as their support, the rest must not dare to blatantly violate the royal orders of King Kamos that he brought.
He has taken control of the city and will not let it become chaotic because of the city owner's affairs.
So, now it's time to get started.
Seeing the seal of the king on the hand letter, the group of knights of the guards charged towards Earl without saying a word.
Earl's confidant guards, who had run over together just now, surrounded Earl and pulled out their long swords to resist, but even if they were a little larger, they were completely vulnerable in front of the powerful guard knights.
The team of knights sprinted and defeated them. The leader of the knights stepped forward and clasped the shoulders of Lord Earl.
He said solemnly: "The lord of Earl, the royal order of King Camos, because you have committed many crimes, you are no longer the lord of Menister City from now on. You must go to the king's city with me immediately to meet the king."
Heimos ignored this and ordered the middle-aged general who greeted him yesterday.
"From now on, control this castle, and no one is allowed to move at will, including the former heir Buck."
He said that he casually threw the dagger he hid in his sleeve to the middle-aged general.
"In addition, immediately announce the royal order of King Camos in the city."
"Heimos!"
A cry came from Earl, who had been held by the knight commander.
His once generous and gentle mask was completely broken at this moment, his face was hideous, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Heimos.
"Damn you—you should have been burned that day—"
"Burn to death... burn to death... You should have been doomed on that day!"
As Earl's last words fell out, Heimos only felt that his eyes were suddenly black, and something seemed to shatter in his mind.
Countless images passed through his mind like fragments.
flame…
Crimson flames... blazing...
Devouring him whole... He let out a groan in the flames.
He was scorched by fire and crouched desperately on the ground...
…
Holding his head in his hands, Heimos' pupils suddenly enlarged.
The light red in the golden-red pupils seemed to have been soaked in by the crimson flames in the brain, condensing into a blood-red hue—
He held his head, opened his mouth, but made no sound.
The pain that was burning deep into his bones was so real that he almost convulsed on the spot.
Hatred comes with pain, like a shadow.
A strong sense of resentment surged out from the inside of the body, like an invisible flame, burning his internal organs little by little, and swallowing his reason little by little...
…the burnt body…
The pain of struggling desperately on the brink of death...
…
… that sickening figure in the mirror…
Bunch of polyps piled up and tangled... Ugly half body like a monster...
…and… a future doomed to despair…
"Your Highness?"
The strangeness of Heimos caught the attention of the middle-aged general.
"Your Highness Heimos, how do you..."
He didn't answer the person who called him. At this moment, Heimos's eyes almost turned crimson.
He opened his mouth and gasped violently, the corners of his eyes twitching.
Then, Heimos rolled his eyes and stared at Earl on the opposite side.
Just one glance made Earl go cold.
It was like being stared at by a venomous king cobra, and the look in Heimos's eyes made his hair stand on end.
It was clear that Heimos was calm not long ago, no matter how humiliated and reviled he was, he looked at him like a clown and didn't care. But at this moment, Heimos stared at him with deep-rooted hatred in his eyes, and his whole body exuded killing intent towards him.
click!
The sharp long sword hanging on his waist was unsheathed, and Heimos stared at Earl with blood-red eyes, and slashed with a heavy sword.
"His Royal Highness Heimos!"
There was a clanging sound of swords clashing, and the middle-aged general on the side saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly drew his sword to take the sword of Heimos, helping Earl block the fatal blow.
However, his whole body was also shaken, and he stumbled back several steps, and the sword in his hand was shaken and flew out.
"Your Highness! Please wake up!"
Seeing that Heimos stabbed Earl fiercely with another sword, the knight commander couldn't care about anything else and stood up in front of Earl.
This is in the public eye, and now His Highness Heimos suddenly loses control for some unknown reason, in case he kills his own uncle Earl in the process of losing control—
The crime of murdering blood relatives.
The knight commander could not imagine the dire consequences.
As a last resort, he took his subordinates to stand in front of Earl.
[The Black Knight from Hell].
This title is not a vain name, and Heimos, who is out of control, is probably only able to suppress it if King Camos himself takes action.
Although the knight commander was besieging him with his subordinates, he tried his best but barely resisted Heimos.
"Your Highness?!"
He called to Heimos anxiously, trying to wake him up.
But Heimos's eyes were red at the moment, his face was hideous, the whole figure seemed to be completely lost in madness, and he turned a deaf ear to his shouts, just stared at Earl, who was protected by the knight, and knew by looking at his eyes. Desire to kill Earl in his hands.
Just as the knight leader was retreating, struggling to hold on, he suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye that the knight he had arranged to guard outside the castle was rushing towards him with the two of them.
The next second, his eyes suddenly widened.
Prince Garland!
Seeing that Prince Garlan was rushing towards this direction, the knight commander roared loudly.
"Don't come here, prince! Dangerous!"
But he was just trying his best to resist Heimos. At this moment, this roar slowed his movements for a moment, and the next second, the knight commander was knocked out by Heimos.
Earl, who was guarded by the Knight Commander behind him, appeared in front of Heimos.
Heimos's crimson eyes stared at Earl, the bitter resentment churning in his eyes.
There was no obstacle in front of him, he stepped forward suddenly, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed hard at Earl—
Garland stretched out his hand suddenly.
no.
he thinks.
Absolutely not!
He finally changed the fate of Heimos on that day, how could he watch fate return to its original trajectory again—
"Heimos!"
He shouted with all his strength, stretched out his hand desperately, and hugged Heimos from behind.
Heimos stopped abruptly when he was hugged by Garlan.
The blade he slashed almost hung over Earl's shoulder.
He stood there, the whole person seemed to be stunned, motionless.
The knight commander, who had been knocked down a second earlier, caught his momentary pause, jumped up from the ground, and rushed over to block Earl again.
As he rushed forward, he shouted anxiously at his subordinates.
"Take the prince away!"
The appearance of Heimos losing control at the moment is really terrible, the long knight is afraid that if he misses, even Prince Gallan will be injured.
A knight stepped forward quickly, without any offense, grabbed Garlan's arm and wanted to take him away.
"His Royal Highness Gallan, the current Heimos is too dangerous, please stay away!"
With one arm being held by the knight, Garlan, who was still clutching Heimos's clothes with the other, turned his head and didn't have time to speak.
No one noticed that when the knight uttered the name 'Garlan', Heimos' sullen eyes suddenly flashed a shimmer.
His body also paused.
good chance.
Seeing that Heimos stopped, the knight commander seized the opportunity and wanted to knock him unconscious.
But the next second, he was knocked to the ground heavily.
He lay on the ground and struggled to raise his head, clutching his severely aching shoulders. He watched the knight who wanted to take Garlan away, but Heimos grabbed his wrist. Tossed out.
His breath suddenly choked.
Oops!
Prince Garland is in danger!
Just when he thought in shock that Heimos would injure Prince Garland next, he saw Heimos stretched out his left hand and took Garland in his arms, while the other hand was still tight. Holding the sword, he was in front of him, his eyes squinting at the crowd.
That posture, no matter how you look at it, seems to be carefully protecting Prince Garlan in his arms, protecting him and preventing anyone from hurting him.
Knight Commander: "... ???"
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Something seems wrong