The majestic palace stands between the heavens and the earth, like the dome of the sky on the top of the mountain, shining with golden brilliance in the sun.
In front of the palace hall, there is a magnificent square that is so wide that it cannot be seen at a glance.
An avenue to the sky stretched out in the middle of the magnificent square, and at the end of the avenue was a towering platform on which stood a huge golden throne.
In the morning, the bright sun shines on the earth.
The sound of rumbling and rumbling sounded on the ground, and a giant chariot came slowly from the distance of Tongtian Avenue with this rumbling sound.
It was a huge fiery red chariot, and even the rolling wheels were dyed with crimson dye. From a distance, it looked like a cluster of burning red flames coming in the light.
Eight majestic horses were divided into two teams pulling fiery red chariots. One side was a horse as white as day, and the other side was a horse as black as night. The two majestic riders held the whip in one hand and the golden reins in the other, respectively driving the two columns of steeds.
Above the chariot of flames, the tall and sturdy King of Aaron Landis sat savagely on it, his lion-like golden-brown hair shining in the sun.
On both sides of Tongtian Avenue, the guards in silver-black armor were lined up on both sides, holding silver-bright long spears, standing tall and straight, standing solemnly.
That majestic momentum came from the army, and the air between heaven and earth was oppressed.
When the flaming chariot slowly approached—
"pay tribute!!!"
Accompanied by a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the gravel shattered the ground.
A hula.
The guards, who were as immovable as stone carvings, suddenly raised their silver spears in their hands to pay homage to the king who declared their loyalty. The silver spear head shone with a dazzling cold light in the sun, and there was a faint smell of blood. , revealing a bloody abyss of evil spirits.
There was a loud bang, which was the loud sound of all the silver spears hitting the ground almost at the same second.
The earth seemed to tremble in the midst of the loud noise.
The guards in black armor all bent over, armed with silver spears, knelt down on one knee, and greeted their king.
King Camos.
King of Aaron Landis.
their god.
They will not hesitate to dedicate their bodies and even their souls to their masters!
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Priests and ministers have long been accustomed to this majestic and exciting scene.
And those teenagers who saw this magnificent scene for the first time were all overwhelmed by this terrifying momentum and almost felt suffocated. Although they have the blood of the royal family, they are all collaterals far away from the royal family. Their father is at most the lord of a city or a general of an army. Have you ever seen such a scene
This time, King Camos allowed them to return to their hometown after attending the ceremony.
These teenagers of royal blood are still thinking, whether they have experience or knowledge, they can go back and brag about it, so they are all very happy. But at this moment, the faces of the ministers who were walking behind them didn't look any better.
That terrifying aura had completely overwhelmed them, leaving an indelible impression on their hearts. Even after they go back, after they grow up, even after inheriting the position of their parents, they will always remember this scene, and firmly remember the admiration and fear of King Camos.
At the end of Tongtian Avenue, the flame chariot stopped, the owner of the chariot jumped from the high chariot, and the fiery red cloak behind him flew in the air.
Then, King Camos turned around and stretched out his hand to hug the other person on the chariot down.
"Can you go by yourself?"
He asked Garlan seriously.
Even an adult would be overwhelmed by this terrifying aura when he first participated in this kind of scene, let alone a seven- or eight-year-old child.
Those guards almost all fought with him in the bloody sea of the battlefield. The evil spirit emanating from them is enough to make ordinary people feel frightened, and their hands and feet are weak and unbearable.
Therefore, Camos carefully looked at Garlan's face at the moment.
In his opinion, Garlan was only a seven- or eight-year-old child after all, and he was quite courageous before he was scared to cry in the initial roar of the broken stone.
And after passing through the terrifying guards on both sides, I am afraid that I have been frightened now.
It was just beyond Camos' expectations that the child who was asked by him was startled for a moment, looked up at him with confusion in his eyes, and his expression was more like he didn't understand why Camos asked this question.
In the next second, the child seemed to have a sudden realization and wanted to understand something.
Garlan took a step back abruptly, showing an expression like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Don't hold me!"
He looked at King Camos warily and said.
If he has to be picked up on such an occasion... he doesn't want to be ashamed? !
Camos: "..."
It has always been that he played cards out of common sense and made others speechless. He never expected that there would be a day when he would be choked up by a child and be speechless.
He watched little Garland staring at him vigilantly, with a 'you are not allowed to pick me up' expression, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
In the quiet square, under the towering platform, King Camos's thick laughter echoed under the sky.
He laughed and said, "Okay, I won't hug you."
He smiled and said, "Go on your own and follow me!"
As soon as King Camos turned around, the fiery red cloak flew high behind him. He opened his feet, his brown-black boots stepped on the smooth steps made of topaz, and strode up.
Garlan, who was somewhat inexplicable because Camos suddenly laughed, was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Camos had already climbed up a dozen steps, he hurriedly stepped on his short legs and trotted to catch up.
Under the bright and dazzling sunlight, the tall King Camos sat down on the golden throne, condescendingly, looking down at all beings.
Behind the throne, a square stone wall was erected with a protruding lion's head carved. The brown stone statue was carved to life, as if a real male lion was opening its mouth and roaring, and it shook all directions.
Garlan, who followed, stood beside him, and glanced behind him.
Behind the high platform, there are eleven giant statues with a height of more than ten meters standing on the ground, which are the statues of the gods of Aaron Landis.
They surround the throne behind the high platform in a fan shape, and all the gods bow their heads slightly, and their eyes are fixed on the throne in the center - symbolizing the gods guarding the king of Aaron Landis.
Sitting on the high golden throne, King Camos looked down at all beings below. At this moment, his eyes were deep and distant.
He saw the people who were looking up at him below. All of them, including the teenagers from all over the country with the blood of the royal family, raised their heads and looked at him with incomparable awe, just like watching the gods in the clouds. .
The huge statues of the gods are behind him, surrounding him, as if with the help of his eyes, all living beings are prostrate at their feet.
His eyes swept over those who regarded themselves as supreme gods, King Camos turned his head slightly, and glanced at the child standing beside him with the corner of his eye.
The still very young child stood quietly, looking down at the people below with wide eyes. The golden throne was right beside him, but he didn't seem to be interested in taking a look at the throne, and even one of his small hands was casually resting on the armrest on the side of the throne.
Obviously, to Garlan, this throne is just a chair.
A chair that people can sit on, hold on to, and hold hands at will.
Camos raised his eyebrows and smiled without a trace.
The so-called throne is to be seated under the king's buttocks.
No one is in awe of a thing sitting under their own ass.
The words that passed through Camos' mind were vulgar, but they were true to his beliefs and principles as a king.
Those who kneel on the ground and worship the gods can never become gods.
In the same way, those teenagers who are now bowing down under the throne with reverence and fear, looking up at him with only awe-inspiring eyes, will never be able to become real kings.
His gaze swept from below again, and then saw another special gaze.
Different from the eyes of everyone looking up at the throne in awe, and different from the plain eyes that Gallan regarded as an ordinary seat, the black-haired boy looked at him and the throne below him with desire. There is a thirst and a deep ambition to control it.
Camos is not surprised.
To be honest, if it wasn't for the dark-haired boy with such eyes, even if the boy became the final winner, he would still easily drive the boy back with a single word.
Only with those eyes can you be qualified to come to him.
Even if Camos really didn't like that look, he would also admit that the boy was also qualified to be king.
…
Hmm... So what's the boy's name
King Aaron Landis on the throne thought for three seconds, then gave up thinking about the question he was sure he couldn't figure out the answer to.
Qualification is qualification.
But no one said he couldn't favor one or the other based on his own preferences.
Camos thought so and looked away from the boy.
It's just that he didn't notice that when he looked away, the boy's gaze shifted slightly from him and his throne, and fell on Garlan beside him.
It was just a moment, like a floating light, passing by.
Heimos, who glanced at the child, withdrew his gaze, his slender eyelashes fell, casting an indistinct shadow in his eyes.
No one noticed him, maybe not even himself.
In the glance he looked at the past, there was a little desire hidden in the depths.
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It was Aaron Landis' customary ceremony, once every three months, on the day that each season was about to end.
It was a rite of sacrifice to the gods of Aaronlandis, and a rite of proclaiming to the people of Aaronlandis the majesty and inviolability of the king.
At the same time, it is also an important occasion to announce the great events of the country.
King Camos took a child to a high platform symbolizing kingship, and let it stand beside the throne.
What that means, everyone already knows.
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At night, it was time to rest, but due to a sudden flood in a certain city, King Camos and his subordinate Xie Muer had no plans to rest.
The child who had been sitting obediently by the side listening to them couldn't hold it any longer, and yawned several times with his mouth open.
Camos noticed, and let the maid lead Garlan to rest first. Garlan's residence is arranged in a side hall next to his bedroom, and he can get there in about ten minutes.
The child, who was rubbing his eyes sleepily, got up and was led out by the female officer.
Halfway through, Garlan suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked back.
Camos, who noticed Garlan's sudden return, turned his eyes and opened his mouth to ask what happened to Garlan. However, before he could speak, the child had already spoken first.
"Good night, Brother Wang."
For Garlan, who had been reborn several times, this was not the first time he called it, so he called it out habitually and very smoothly.
Because he was still a child, he hadn't changed his voice yet. The voice was soft and glutinous, and the sound of Wang Xiong's voice was soft and cute, sweet to the heart.
King Camos, who was caught off guard, was stunned for a moment by the sound of 'Brother Wang' he heard for the first time, and he didn't even notice that Garlan had turned and left after calling him.
At this moment, in the room where Garlan left and King Kamos was stunned, there was a breathless silence.
For a long time, for a long time.
Then…
"… Xie Muer."
"Yes?"
King Camos clutched his chest that was so sweet that the king's brother was too sweet, and he was elated, with a rippling expression of "I'm so happy, I'm so satisfied, and I'm so happy."
"Ah, I'm so moved, do you feel how moved I am now?"
Ah~ why is my little brother so cute so cute~~
Xie Muer: "..."
The priest of Shamash wanted to commit the crime, and he raised the scepter in his hand and smashed a certain king's head that cramped when he was fine.