The bright sun hangs high above the sky and the clear sky is cloudless.
The majestic palace towers above the earth, and the high stairs make it look like it is standing on the clouds.
It stands there, majestic and majestic.
On this day, the gates of the palace were opened.
Innumerable people of Aaron Landis poured into it.
The outside of the grand plaza with almost no end in sight in front of the palace hall was densely crowded with people.
Everyone was quiet, no one made a noise, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
They closed their mouths tightly, craned their necks, looked forward hard, and hugged the flowers they brought in their arms.
Countless guards dressed in silver-black armor stood on both sides of the square with awe, holding silver guns. The iron armor on their bodies reflected the unique cold and chilling luster of metal in the sun.
In the middle of the square, the Tongtian Avenue leads to the high platform standing at the end of the square.
Eleven huge statues stand behind the high platform and surround them in a fan shape.
It was a stone statue of the gods of Aaron Landis.
They stand here, bowing their heads slightly, staring at the majestic high platform.
The huge golden throne sits on the top of the high platform, and the dazzling golden light is dazzling to the extreme.
The Lion King, with brown hair like a lion's mane, sat slashingly on the golden throne, and the crimson cloak slanted down from his burly shoulders and landed on the golden seat.
With one hand on the armrest of the throne, he looked down at the living beings below with fiery tiger eyes.
Obviously the throne is very large, but when King Camos sits there, it seems that the large seat is full, and it can no longer hold the slightest.
camos.
King of Aaron Landis.
The king of lions.
He just sat there, and that mighty aura was enough to overwhelm everything.
…
Beneath the huge trapezoidal platform made of topaz stones, Garlan stood in front of the long stone steps.
He raised his head and looked at the high platform.
A long time ago, when he was very young, under the leadership of his brother Camos, he stepped onto this high platform and became the prince of Aaron Landis.
And now, this time, he wants to walk up this high platform by himself.
The sun fell, jumping in the youth's golden hair, reflecting bright golden light.
The golden hair was braided a few strands back, but there was nothing on the hair, not a headgear.
The soft blond hair was scattered on the snow-white clothes and hung down from the chest. A few strands of the hair were intertwined with the gold embroidered belt wrapped around the waist.
There was silence in the square, only the sound of the wind resounded in the sky, and the lion flag with gold pattern on the red background was flying in the wind.
In the eyes of everyone, Garlan stepped forward and walked along the long topaz steps to the top of the high platform.
A piece of malachite sculpted and hollowed out to the cape on the side of his shoulders.
When he moved forward, the light blue cloak spread out behind him, and occasionally when the wind blew, it flew up for a moment.
As the cape swept up, a golden armband studded with turquoise peridot was exposed on his upper arm, reflecting a golden shimmer.
The young man moved forward step by step.
The sunlight fell on his face, and it was so bright that it was impossible to see the front for a while.
Garlan suddenly remembered, a long time ago, when he first came to this world, his hesitation and helplessness.
At that time, in the whole world, he was the only one who didn't belong here, only he was alone.
He is alone.
The first time, the second time, the third time, the fourth time, all the time.
In those few lives, he never regarded this world as his world.
He always felt that he was just a lonely passer-by in this world.
When he has completed the task given to him by the so-called gods, he can return to his own world and continue to live his old life.
At that time, this world will be just a dream for him.
He has always felt that no one in this world has anything to do with him.
He doesn't belong here.
He will be leaving soon.
So even if the gods said that Aaron Landis would eventually go to ruin, he just listened to it and didn't care.
He never really saw himself as part of this world.
As the prince of Aaron Landis, he never considered himself an Aaron Landis.
He never really cared about the people and things around him.
Maybe this is the real reason why he lost so miserably in those few lifetimes...
It was not until this life, when he grew up little by little in this world, that he truly regarded the people around him as living people.
Here, everyone is alive, with their own feelings, with their own joys and sorrows.
The reason he chose to escape from the palace was because of his fear of Heimos, because of his rebellious feelings and unwillingness to continue to be a pawn of the gods, and more importantly, because he felt that he was not qualified to sit on this throne.
He wants the throne, selfishly for himself.
He had always just thought that after successfully ascending the throne, he would be able to leave this world, but he never thought about what would happen to Aaron Landis after that.
At that time, he was very confused. He didn't know what to do and what to do when he really became a king... So he could only escape in confusion...
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Stepping up the last stone steps, Garlan stood at the top of the high platform, in front of King Camos.
He raised his head, and his bright golden eyes looked directly at King Camos, who was watching him.
He is no longer confused.
He remembered the people who guarded him.
He knew the people he wanted to protect.
And, Aaron Landis, the kingdom he wanted to protect.
The boy leaned over and landed on one knee.
The light blue cloak vacated for a moment along with his kneeling, and then fell softly, surrounding him.
King Camos stood up from the throne and walked to Garlan.
A squire knelt aside, holding a red brocade-covered disc in both hands, raised above his head.
The bright red grease is contained in a blue jade box.
King Camos pressed his finger down, staining the entire fingertip red. Then, he put his bright red index finger on Garlan's forehead, and drew a scarlet red mark between the white eyebrows.
"Gallan."
At this moment, King Camos' face and voice were solemn and solemn like never before.
"Don't forget at any time that you are the crown prince of Aaron Landis and the future king of Aaron Landis."
The crown of laurel leaves carved from lapis lazuli twisted with gold threads in red brocade has been held in the hands of King Camos.
under bright sunlight
under the spotlight
Under the gaze of the statues of the gods surrounding the high platform
The laurel crown, which symbolized kingship, was gently placed on Garlan's golden hair by the Lion King.
The next second, the crown prince Aaron Landis stood up.
He turned around and stood on the high platform, looking down at everyone.
The bright sunlight fell on him, and the golden laurel crown complemented his golden hair.
At this moment, countless clanging clangs sounded above the vast square.
The countless knights in bright armor standing on the square drew out their long swords at almost the same time.
Countless unsheathed swords pointed to the sky, scorching eyes brightly.
It was a silent oath.
The black guards standing on both sides of the square banged and raised the silver guns in their hands.
The bright spearhead pointed to the sky, like a silver-white forest full of chills.
Then, with a loud bang, all the silver guns slammed to the ground at the same time.
The whole earth seemed to shake at this moment.
In the midst of this shock, the guards all bent over and fell on one knee to the ground.
Whoa, whoa, that was the sound of the knights shaking their armor.
Everyone leaned over, one after another, one after another, like a domino, spreading out in all directions.
Everyone on the square put one hand on their chest, knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads deeply, and faced the direction of the high platform, towards their new owner.
In an instant, there was no one standing in the awe-inspiring square.
The crown prince of Aaron Landis has been born.
All must be loyal to him, as loyal to King Kammos.
The square of the gods was silent, but the people outside the square were agitated.
They looked excitedly at the king standing on the high platform, and the crown prince. When the young crown prince raised his hand to everyone, they cheered loudly.
"King Camos, King of Lions!"
"Prince Garland—"
"The glory of the gods is above!"
"King Camos, my hero of Aaron Landis, may the gods always protect you!"
"Gallan, I am the crown prince of Aaron Landis!"
"His Royal Highness—"
"May you lead me Aaron Landis to glory—"
The bursts of cheers came from all directions and gathered over the originally quiet square. They echoed in the sky, one after another, and echoed over the square for a long time.
Everyone threw the flowers in their arms into the sky. They were originally stopped outside the square. No matter how hard they tried, the flowers could only be thrown on the edge of the square.
However, at this moment, suddenly, a gust of wind howled,
This rushing gust of wind tore apart the flowers thrown by the people into the sky, rolled the countless petals into the sky, and then scattered in the square.
Amid the resounding cheers, among the petals falling like rain, Garlan stood on the high platform.
The wind blew over, carrying a snow-white petal, passing by his cheeks silently.
Inexplicably, his heart suddenly moved.
Unable to say why, he turned his head and looked into the distance.
The cool wind whistling from the north swept across his face and lifted a strand of his golden hair.
He looked north.
The sound of the wind whistled in his ears, as if bringing something invisible and palpitating from there...
That ominous breath...
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It was an endless snow plateau, covered with ice and snow, and icy winds raged above.
The wind and snow whistled, and large swaths of snowflakes were torn by the wind and spun wildly in the sky.
At first glance, there are only continuous snow-capped mountains.
Bitter white is the only color of this land.
A huge castle stands on this snow field, standing in the violent snowstorm, and the whole is made of large blocks of gray and white boulders.
This is a rough and imposing castle.
It stands majestically in the white snow, the thick columns and sharp vaults give a feeling of solidity, and the thick stone walls are frozen in the ice and snow. It was firmly rooted in the ground, and the roaring blizzard couldn't shake it.
The thick gates of the castle were shut.
The icy wind clipped a snowflake into the gap of the closed door and blew into it.
In the empty hall, thick stone pillars supported the roof. The interior of the castle is still as rough as the exterior, made of huge stones, and there is almost no decoration.
The only decoration is the thick blanket spread on the cold stone floor.
The sharp axe and blade hang on the stone wall of the castle, with a deep evil spirit, revealing a slight chill.
The hall is very bright, because there is a huge stone fireplace more than three meters high in the four corners of the hall.
The roaring flames burned in the fireplace, making the hall ablaze.
At the end of the hall is a huge throne made of black iron.
It was pitch black, reflecting the icy black luster of the metal under the firelight.
The thick snow-white fur was spread on this black iron throne, and someone sat on it.
Behind the jet-black throne, there was a tall stone wall.
The head of a huge white bear was nailed to the stone wall, its eyes widened with anger, its bloody mouth opened wide, revealing its fangs, which made people tremble at a glance.
The young man sat quietly on the black iron throne, with his eyes slightly closed, his hands resting on the armrests on both sides.
The fluffy snow-white fur wrapped around his neck, making his skin even more like snow.
It seemed that the glowing silver-white hair was scattered in the corners of his slender eyes, like strands of thin silver velvet.
Even when he closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, revealing a sharp edge.
The blazing fire in the fireplace reflected on his handsome side cheeks.
Suddenly, the cold wind that sneaked in through the crack of the door swept across his cheeks, and a piece of crystal snow flakes silently brushed the corners of his eyes.
He opened his eyes.
His eyes were pale purple, like purple crystals frozen in ice and snow.
His eyes were cold and without the slightest emotion, but deep in his eyes, it seemed like a blizzard was raging all the time.
At this moment, for no reason, he looked in a certain direction.
"What's the matter, prince?"
Below, an old man wrapped in a fur coat with a thick book in his hand asked.
Sitting on the Black Iron Throne, the indifferent young man did not answer, but just looked ahead, his eyes cold and deep.
... At that moment, a sudden heart palpitation...
That wind seems to bring some indescribable destiny...