The assassin took his own life in such a tragic manner that he was caught off guard.
When the assassin moved, Kaihos reflexively stopped in front of Gallan, so he couldn't catch the man.
What's more, the knight commander's intention to commit suicide is extremely firm, and it can be seen from the corpse that fell to the ground with its brains cracked, he did not leave any room for himself to survive.
The stone pillar he killed was on Gallan's side, and although Kaihos stood in front of Garlan, there was still a trace of blood splattered on Garlan's clothes.
Garlan stared at the dead corpse, his golden pupils reflected the red-stained sand, and the blood red seemed to be stained in his pupils.
There was a tingling sensation from the wound on his left arm that was cut by a sword. The blond hair that fell from his shoulder was still stained with a little blood. The firelight reflected on his side cheeks. In the dark night, the skin became more and more like snow. like white.
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The Knight Commander commits suicide, and the trail is interrupted.
Although a few people were caught, they were obviously insignificant abandoned sons, and even if the interrogation was estimated, there would not be many clues.
Garland and his party returned to the palace in the dark.
The knight who rushed back to deliver the news heard the news of Prince Garlan's injury. Tapti, who was waiting anxiously, had already asked the physicians in the court to wait in the palace. After Garlan returned, he waited. The long-standing doctor once again carefully helped him deal with the wound.
After that, Garlan, who felt a little tired from the blood loss, lay on the big soft bed, and soon fell asleep.
Because he had a fever, Tapti stayed at the bedside to take care of him.
After Garlan fell asleep, it didn't take long for a rush of footsteps to sound from outside.
Tap raised his body and walked out the door, not unexpectedly to see King Camos hurriedly coming here, and both Shemuer and Kaihos were following behind him.
She raised her hand and made a silent gesture to King Camos. The footsteps of King Camos paused slightly, and when he walked forward again, the loud footsteps became lighter.
"he has slept?"
Walking to the door, King Camos asked in a low voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Tapti bowed and saluted, and answered in a soft voice.
King Camos didn't say anything else, entered the bedroom and walked beside Garlan.
He stood by the bed, his eyes on Garlan's left arm.
The boy lay on the bed, his head slightly turned to sleep. The upper left arm and left shoulder were wrapped by a snow-white bandage. Even if the medicine was changed again, the bright red blood still smeared and seeped out from the thick bandage. Obviously, the wound was not shallow and would not stop in a short time. Live blood.
The thick bandage made the boy's body even more slender.
King Camos stroked the sleeping Garlan's forehead, feeling a little feverish where his fingers touched.
The faint light on the wall fell on the boy's face, the long slender eyelashes cast a deep shadow on the fair skin, the cheeks were a little abnormally red, but the pink lips were lighter than usual. some.
Camos looked a little distressed.
He put a thin quilt on Garlan's behalf, glanced at Tapti, motioned for her to come with him, and then turned around and left gently.
After waiting in the courtyard outside, King Camos asked directly.
"What did the doctor say?"
Tapti lowered his head and replied: "It didn't hurt the vital point, there won't be too much problem, but the wound is relatively deep, it is best not to exercise vigorously on the left arm in a short time, to avoid the wound from splitting again. And the prince bleeds a lot, It takes a lot of physical effort.”
"I understand, let Garlan recuperate during this time, don't arrange things for him first."
King Camos said while looking at the priest standing beside him.
"Did you hear that, Xie Muer?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will cancel all the itineraries scheduled by His Royal Highness Garlan within ten days, but, I think, the daily review of government documents should not need to be canceled."
"Don't affect his recovery."
"I understand, Your Majesty, the health of the Crown Prince is the top priority."
King Camos nodded and looked at Taputi again.
"Gallan handed it over to you."
"Yes, King Camos."
King Camos came and went like a wind, came like a gust of wind, and left like a wind.
After leaving Garlan's palace, it was already late at night. In the dark night, only the lights from the roadside illuminated the ground.
King Camos' steps became steady and powerful again when he left the palace, and the rhythmic footsteps sounded in the silent night.
His subordinates and guards quietly followed behind him.
When he came to a pool, King Camos stopped.
He walked over, stood on the edge of the pool, and stared at the water.
The silver-like moonlight fell on the calm water, and occasionally a night wind swept across, causing a little bit of waves, making the water surface sparkle.
The Lion King's golden brown eyes burned like coals in the dark night, and his slightly curly brown hair swayed slightly in the night wind.
"Xie Mu'er, this is one of the reasons why I have been reluctant to make him the crown prince even though I want Gallan to inherit the throne."
"There's a group of people who have been stubbornly opposed to putting the white-skinned Garlan on the throne," Camos said.
In Aaron Landis, brown skin is proof of superior blood.
Since ancient times, the bloodline has been distinct, and the higher bloodline will never intermarry with the lower bloodline. Inferior people can only be inferior people forever, and they will not be able to cross this class even for the rest of their lives.
But with the passage of time, this unbreakable barrier has gradually melted in Aaron Landis. Lower-level nobles can be canonized as upper-level nobles by the king by virtue of their merits in the battlefield, and upper-level nobles may also be reduced to the lower class.
Classes were no longer distinct, and intermarriages between white and brown bloodlines were increasing.
However, even so, the long-standing habitual thinking is still not so easy to break, and many brown-skinned nobles still look down on white-skinned nobles and feel that they are inferior to themselves.
Kaihos on the side was silent and did not speak.
As a white-skinned person who was canonized as a high-ranking noble for his military exploits, even if he is a powerful knight with a world-renowned reputation, although most of the powerful and powerful people are friendly in front of him and treat him politely, it is not that he cannot feel those secretly watching Came over with a look of contempt.
Although the estrangement is melting little by little, there are many noble and pure people who stubbornly adhere to the traditions handed down from ancient times and are obsessed with blood.
In particular, some of them are extremely concerned about the purity of blood, and there are people who are very extreme and extreme in dealing with this matter.
Most of them are from families with long and ancient histories, they think blood is noble above everything else, and they do not allow their noble blood to be tainted by inferior blood.
For them, it would be extremely humiliating to have a white-skinned person with a blood lower than theirs be their king and put it on their heads.
King Camos' words silenced the priest behind him for a moment.
"Although I also know that they are unwilling to let Prince Garlan inherit the throne... But I didn't expect them to do so to such an extent."
Although those dignitaries who adhere to the bloodline theory have always made some small moves openly and secretly before, they still have some measure.
"Because of the existence of Heimos before, they all thought that Heimos had a better chance of winning, so they were not in a hurry."
Staring at the water, King Camos said in a deep voice.
"Now, I have made Garlan the crown prince, and Heimos has been exiled to the North, so they are anxious."
So Camos initially let Heimos stay in the royal city, also to ease the impact. Even if Garlan is made the crown prince, as long as Heimos is still in the palace, those people will feel that there is still a chance and will not do anything too extreme.
However, he never thought that Heimos would actually treat Garlan...
As a last resort, he could only expel Heimos from the royal city. In the eyes of others, it was he who exiled Heimos to the Northland for Garland.
This incident irritated those people at once.
So they took action. They believed that as long as Garlan was killed, they could only let Heimos, who had a noble bloodline, return to the royal city and become the heir to the throne.
"No white-skinned man has ever been king of Aaron Landis since time immemorial."
"Princes from the past dynasties, those who have inherited the blood of white skin, have no right to inherit the throne."
The wind blew, shook the canopy, made a rustling sound, and the low voice of King Kammos echoed in the dark night.
"Even with you and me protecting him, it will be difficult for Garlan to walk in the future."
He paused and added, "Maybe it's even more difficult than I was at the beginning."
The hardest thing in the world is not walking down a road full of thorns.
It's that there is no road ahead, and you must try your best to carve out a road that you can walk on.
"If only as his elder brother, it is my wish to let him be free and worry-free all his life."
But he was not just a brother, but also the king of Aaron Landis.
Aaron Landis seems to have a long history, a vast land and resources, and his cavalry is famous all over the world, but there are strong enemies outside and troubles inside, like a giant who is seriously ill and surrounded by tigers and wolves.
King Camos was very clear.
Aaron Landis had to change if he didn't want to rot and go silent.
"The throne chose him."
The Lion King raised his head and looked at the endless dark sky.
"No matter how difficult the road is, he has to go down."
As the words of King Camos fell, a gust of wind whistled, and the dense canopy swayed, falling a few leaves, and slowly floated towards Camos.
He reached out and grabbed a leaf that was falling in front of him.
The leaf was still green in the middle, but withered on the edges, it was slightly rolled up.
winter is here.
Winter in Aaron Landis has arrived.
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Small snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, like white flowers, silently falling on the ground, and then quickly disappeared.
The top of the mountain was already covered with snow, but the plains below the mountain were still tan land. It is still early winter, and occasionally there is a small snowfall, which disappears without a trace, not enough to cover the earth.
The royal city of Aaron Landis is located in the south, by the sea. The climate is suitable, the sun is shining, and the four seasons are not obvious. Even in winter, it is very warm. The residents of the royal city only need to add a long-sleeved robe.
It never snows there.
Only here, in the northern part of the alpine region, will snow fall.
The snow-white pigeon flapped its wings, shuttled among the small snowflakes, and then fluttered into the hands of the man standing on the high platform.
The priest of Nanna, the night god, wore a warm woolen knitted garment, a thick cloak was drawn around him, and his hand stretched out from the opening of the cloak on his chest to untie the thin metal tube tied to the dove's claws.
After reading the message from the royal city, Suojia fell into contemplation.
He was also surprised by the assassination of Prince Gallan.
That wasn't something he planned.
Before leaving the royal city, the order issued by His Highness Heimos was to be silent.
Those who are loyal to His Highness will never disobey His Highness's orders, so their people will not do such things.
From the information obtained from the message, Soga could judge that the assassination of Prince Gallan should have been done by the bloodline nobles.
And those bloodlineists with long heritage and family heritage have nothing to do with them.
Those people had also tried to get close to His Highness Heimos before, but His Highness Heimos did not seem to be interested in contacting those people.
To be honest, Suojia used to scoff at the remarks of those bloodlineists.
Those stubborn, arrogant, and self-righteous guys simply don't understand that blood doesn't mean everything. Those people only know that they cling to the glory of the ancestors of history and refuse to face the reality. Sooner or later, they will disappear into the torrent of history.
In his view, blood doesn't matter, only absolute power and power are everything.
And now what makes Suojia quite a headache is the question of whether he should tell His Highness Heimos the news.
Although Prince Garlan escaped, he was also injured.
Suojia just hesitated, and quickly made a decision.
He quickly left the high platform and walked down.
There was a long cry in the sky, Suojia looked up and saw the black eagle circling in the snowflakes flying in the sky.
He followed the direction the black eagle flew, and not long after he walked, he saw the eagle falling from the sky.
Not far ahead, a tall figure stood on the ground.
Pieces of snowflakes fell all over Heimos, and those that fell on him melted without a trace in an instant.
He wasn't wearing a helmet, and his jet-black hair was stained with pure white snow, and there were white marks on his brown cheeks.
He stood there, staring at the sky.
There were a lot of snowflakes on his hair, and he didn't know how long he had been standing in the snow.
With an eagle call, Heimos raised his right arm, and the black eagle landed on his right arm.
The cold winter wind blew up extremely violently, and the thick dark brown cloak behind him was constantly swaying.
"His Royal Highness."
Suojia walked over, shouted, raised his hand, and planned to give the note in his hand to Heimos.
However, before he could reach out his hand, the figure standing among the fluttering snowflakes suddenly moved, and Heimos turned his head to look south.
He said, "Within a year, I will have the Northland Army under control."
Suojia's hand that was about to be stretched out for a while, and then slowly retracted.
He looked up and looked at his master.
"Have you made up your mind?"
Being exiled to the Northland was a disappointment, but it was not an opportunity.
With King Kamos sitting in the royal city and guarding Prince Gallan, His Highness Heimos is unlikely to have a chance.
But the North is different. His Highness has been here for several years, and already has a great prestige and a pivotal position in the legion, and has a great chance to control this powerful legion.
To control the army is to control the power.
Heimos didn't answer immediately, and still stared at the south.
In a place so far away from him, there is a beautiful city in the warm sunshine of the south.
That's where his soul is.
[When you go to the north, you must not step into the royal city for ten years!]
The low voice of the Lion King seemed to be in his ears, and Heimos clenched his left hand, which was hanging by his side, and the feeling of powerlessness when he left the royal city reappeared in his memory.
Blindly praying for the mercy of others, you will never be able to control your own destiny.
He will never let others decide his own destiny again.
He must control everything in his own hands!
White snowflakes drifted past Heimos' handsome face.
The golden red eyes, which should have been the color of flames, seemed to be frozen in the swirling snow, freezing to the bone.
His forehead, which was blown constantly by the whistling cold wind, cast a dark shadow under his eyes.
He said: "I want to have the power against King Camos."
After saying that, he turned and left.
A thick cloak fluttered behind him.
The flying black eagle hovered above his head.
Suoja stood in the snow and watched Heimos disappear from his sight.
He glanced at the note in his hand and tore it to shreds.
He spreads his palms.
The cold winter wind whistled, rolling up the scraps of paper in his palm.
The flakes of debris and flakes of snow were intertwined and disappeared without a trace in the gust of wind.