In the government affairs hall of the palace, Black Stone's long tables are listed on both sides, and the clerks sitting behind the tables are busy.
Countless people shuttled through this wide hall, constantly presenting rolls of parchment paper, standing in front of the table and reporting to the clerks behind the table. Some of the tables were fine, but there were only a few scattered people. Some of the tables had already formed long queues, and the clerks there were sweating profusely.
There are many side rooms on both sides of the government affairs hall, and the doors are hidden. The clerks in front of these long tables belong to various departments, and their bosses are in the rooms behind them. That room is the administrative room of each department.
From time to time, there will be clerks coming in and out, reporting to the boss about the work that they cannot make decisions, and from time to time, the heads of the various administrative departments today can be seen coming out of it to check and inquire about the progress of some important work.
A clerk dressed in white walked into the side room behind him holding a pile of rolled up parchment. There were several people standing in the room, around a square table, discussing something about an unfolded map on the table.
The clerk in white thought, if he guessed correctly, he should be discussing the dredging of the channel on the other side of the Vinal River. Now, the project is in full swing under the command of the newly-appointed Archon of Vinal City.
Shemuer stood in it, wearing a white sacrificial robe hanging down to his ankles, wearing a crown made of olive branches and leaves, pressing on the map with one hand and saying something quickly.
After he finished speaking, he turned around and saw the clerk in white coming in, so he asked.
"How's it going?"
A total of four cities have been flooded this year, with Wijnal being the worst.
According to past experience, after every flood, there will be a serious plague in that city. So Xie Muer just asked his subordinates to sort out the plague situation in those cities as soon as possible and let him take a look.
"Lord Xie Mu'er, things are a bit strange."
The clerk took out a piece of parchment, walked over, and spread it out on the table.
"Look, the report submitted by Wijnal City is very strange."
"The flooding in Wijnal City is the worst ever, so it is not surprising that there is a widespread plague."
Someone next to me said so.
"No, that's not the case. This report makes it clear that the plague in Wijnal City this time is not serious, because the number of deaths from the plague is less than one-third of that in other cities, and the time and scope are also different. Very small, it seems to have stopped now."
"how is this possible?"
Shemuer frowned. According to past experience, the plague in Wijnal City this time should be very serious, at least more than double that of other cities. How can it be much lighter than other cities that have suffered less damage
"Has the Archon lied about the plague?"
"No." Another person said, he was an officer of the Ombudsman, "Our inspectors and spies in Vinal City have been monitoring the consul, he should not do such a thing."
Shemuer pondered.
It is true that the officials and dignitaries in Wijnal City only felt the wrath of the Lion King more than half a month ago. They saw with their own eyes that the corrupt officials were killed with blood, and the survivors were frightened to death, and kept going to the King Camos showed his loyalty and swore to curse the city no longer.
How long has it been? How dare they play tricks on this kind of thing
However, the plague situation in Vernal City is indeed strange...
and many more.
Suddenly, a sentence flashed in his mind when he was still in Wijnal City more than half a month ago.
'When the body of a sick and dead person is soaked in water, the disease will melt in the water, and then everyone drinks the water, and the disease will be drunk again. '
At that time, Xie Muer didn't take it to heart at all, thinking that it was purely childish. It's just that King Camos dotes on his younger brother, so he will let him toss.
If one has to say that Wijnal is different from other cities and all the cities that have been flooded in history, I am afraid it is only…
Thinking of this, Xie Muer said nothing to others, took this parchment, and quickly left the government affairs hall where people come and go.
After crossing the square, he went to the royal court at the back.
The royal court where King Camos is at the moment is spacious and bright. The golden walls on both sides are slanted to both sides. Numerous huge golden columns carved with complex patterns support the arc-shaped hall dome, which is as thin as fog. Snow-white tulle hangs around the golden pillars, showing a graceful dance in the wind.
This royal court stands on a high platform, with the blue sea not far behind. Even if you sit on the deepest throne inside, you can see the surrounding earth and boundless ocean at a glance, symbolizing Wang Na. A broad mind that can accommodate everything.
The sea breeze blowing from the sea blew through the royal court, bringing the moist breath of the sea.
When the priests of Shamash entered the royal court, King Kammos was on the long golden throne.
He was sitting lazily on the bench, leaning leaning against the armrest on one side, propping his head with one hand, stepping on the throne with one foot, and watching with a piece of parchment in the other.
Under the high platform, several ministers were bowing and waiting.
After waiting patiently for King Camos to deal with the affairs of the previous ministers, Xie Muer stepped forward and reported the affairs of Venar City to King Camos.
King Camos looked at the parchment in his hand and pondered for a while.
He said: "You mean that the reason why there was no serious plague in the city of Vernal is probably because of what Garland did in the first place?"
"It's just a guess. I've checked carefully. The measures to prevent the plague are obviously the same, and this is the only difference between Wijnal City and several other cities."
"Guess..."
King Camos pondered.
His little brother is a cute and kind child, because he couldn't bear to see those uncollected corpses on the ground, so he just pretended to take a large amount of property from him and hired local refugees The body was buried deep in the mountains.
He has always thought so.
However, Garland did say that he was worried that the disease would melt into the water, and everyone would get sick after drinking it.
When I heard him, I just thought what my little brother said was so cute~~
However, if it really was a mistake and found a way to curb the plague...
"King Camos, this matter may be just an accident, but it may be really useful." Xie Muer said, "In any case, we have to try it first."
For a long time, the plague after the disaster has been the existence of the country's nerves.
The people who finally survived the disaster died in large numbers after the disaster. Therefore, every time the city suffered a sharp drop in the population, even if it was just a number, it was shocking to see.
In order to prevent and control the plague, this country has racked its brains and exhausted all methods, but it has always achieved little.
King Camos nodded.
Whether it works or not, you have to try it.
"Understood, I will issue a decree. From now on, no one can dump their corpses in water sources, especially in flooded cities. The corpses must be buried deep in the mountains."
He thought for a moment, and added another sentence.
"From now on, give those cities that are often affected by disasters a special fund that can only be used for burying and disposing of bodies."
After finishing speaking, King Camos looked at the parchment in his hand that the consul wrote about the current state of the city of Vernal, and his mood was much better.
"If it really works, then Garland has done another great job," he said.
He smiled and said, "Xie Mu'er, tell me, what did that kid think, that he would think of this matter. Like our words, he wouldn't think about such a thing at all."
"...Yes, neither you nor me would think about such a thing." Xie Muer said, "Only if you really think about the commoners at the bottom from the bottom of your heart, will you do this kind of thing. Thinking."
He sighed: "I am sometimes worried that Prince Garland's character is too gentle, so it is difficult to establish authority, and Aaron Landis is still in chaos and war, he is not suitable for Aaron Landis now."
"There's nothing to worry about, Xie Mu'er."
King Camos grinned and smiled indifferently.
"When I hand over the throne to him, Aaron Landis will surely be at peace and there will be no more wars."
"I will remove all obstacles for him, put an end to iron and blood, death and war in my hands, and I will deliver a peaceful and peaceful Aaron Landis into his hands."
"At that time, he only needed to protect the people of this country with his heart, and that was enough."
Xie Mu'er looked at King Camos, who had understated the grand plans in his heart. The young king stood proudly on the ground like a stalwart lion.
He looked down at the earth with his scorching eyes that seemed to be burning with fire, ambitious, and vowed to put everything under his hands.
And the king of lions, who can shock all directions with a single roar, only when he turned back and looked at the little cub behind him, the sharpness in his eyes converged, revealing a bit of softness and warmth.
Xie Muer said nothing, bowed slightly, and then turned to leave.
"Are you leaving? I'm still thinking of finding you to loosen up and fight."
"Yes, King Camos, it's time for Prince Garland to study."
"...Ah, oh, then you're good to go."
Although he was very distressed for his little brother, who shrank every time he was bombed by Xie Muer, King Camos, who knew that he would definitely not be able to deal with Xie Muer, choked, and then waved his hand with a dry smile.
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It was in the afternoon, when the sun was at its brightest, and the blue sky occasionally drifted by a few white clouds.
In the spacious training ground, at this moment, there is a crisp crashing sound when the metal blades collide, and the bright blades reflect the golden sunlight.
Garlan clenched the sword in his hands tightly, raised his hand, and took the sword that the opponent stabbed abruptly.
With a bang, the force of the impact was transmitted from the junction of the weapons, and immediately, the mouths of both hands became numb.
At this moment, the opponent swung down another sword, so his numb hands could no longer grasp it. With that clanging sound, the sword in his hand was knocked out and spun in the air, slanting and slanting. inserted into the ground.
And Garlan himself fell backwards, and he was about to fall to the ground.
A hand stretched out from the slanted ground and caught him, who was about to fall.
He looked up subconsciously, and saw the familiar golden-red eyes. Heimos, who caught him, bent at him, and with a little force of his hand, he helped him stand up again.
"Prince Garland, I've said it many times, don't come head-to-head, you must know how to use force to unload."
A stern voice sounded, and Xie Muer, who was holding a long sword, scolded the little prince whose sword was blown away again.
He had already changed his robes, took off the crown of branches and leaves, and now he was dressed in a strong suit, looking like a warrior.
As the instructor of the two princes, he is responsible not only for knowledge, but also for martial arts. After all, each of the priests of Shamash is a powerful warrior, and Ximul is the best among them.
"Also, when you are fighting against people, no matter what happens, you must never let the weapon leave your hand." He rebuked mercilessly, "Look, how many times have your sword been released from your hand?"
Counting the previous time, the sword in Garlan's hand has been blown away by him five times in a row.
The blond knight who had been watching beside the martial arts training ground looked at the little prince who was stunned by the reprimand, pursed his lips and smiled, walked into the arena, and pulled out the long sword that was stuck on the ground.
Then, he took the sword and walked towards Xi Muer and the others.
"Master Priest."
He said, "I watched from the side, the prince has been using the technique of cooperation all the time, but your strength is much greater than that of ordinary warriors, and your speed is also faster. The prince has just met you, and you have already stabbed."
Shemuer frowned.
"is that so?"
"Yes," said Cayhorth, "and with constant practice like this, exhaustion will only slow the Prince's reaction."
"… understood."
Xie Muer turned to look at Garlan, "Your Highness, you can rest for half an hour. Come back in half an hour, and I will properly control my speed and strength."
Then, his eyes fell on Heimos beside Garlan.
"Prince Heimos, it's your turn next."
Kaijos stepped forward, landed on one knee, and handed the little prince the sword he had just drawn. With his back to Xie Mu'er, he secretly winked at the little prince.
Garland was startled, and then he couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing that the little prince was amused by himself, Kaihos got up and returned to the position he had been in before.
"Is that the guardian knight that King Camos arranged for you?"
Looking back from the back of the leaving knight, Heimos asked casually.
"Um."
Garlan replied, grinning like a toothache.
"Probably think I'm too weak. If you were as strong as Heimos, you wouldn't have arranged for me."
The words he didn't care about made Heimos, who was pursing his lips inexplicably unhappy, laugh and rubbed his head.
"You are young."
He said, "Ximul just bullied you because he was taller and stronger than you."
He was coaxing Garlan, who was obviously a little unhappy by being beaten by Xie Muer just now, as if he were coaxing a child.
Garland tilted his head to look at him.
"Then you mean I can beat him when I grow up?"
Huymos: "..."
Now is it better to tell a lie or to tell a lie.
He was so thoughtful.
Garlan pouted, shoved the sword in his hand into Heimos's hand, and then stepped back a few steps to make room for Heimos and Xie Muer.
Then, he was so tired that he didn't bother to care about his image, so he just squatted down and squatted on the ground to watch.
Not to mention the rest, at least in terms of martial arts, Heimos is very good, and he is born with divine power. After Xie Muer deliberately controlled his speed and strength a little, he was only a teenager. not lose in the battle.
Even Kaihos, who was watching from the side, nodded slightly. He saw more than Gallan. For example, Heimos has a strong ability to absorb and learn, like a sponge, he made a mistake once. It will never commit a second time, so it grows extremely quickly.
Xie Muer in the battle also thinks so.
I am afraid that in a few years, he will have to go all out against Prince Heimos.
He was thinking this in his heart when suddenly, a sharp pain came from his shoulder, as if the arrow wound there had split.
The sudden pain made his body pause for a second, and Heimos, who happened to turn around and swayed behind him, turned around and stabbed with a sword. Although he realized something was wrong, he couldn't hold it back. In the past, crimson blood splashed in the air with a chirping—
"Lord Xie Mu'er!"
Kaihos, who was watching the battle next to him, rushed over.
"It's okay." Xie Mu'er raised his hand and said, "It's just wiped from the armpit."
He had a large incision near his waist, and he was bleeding profusely, but not seriously.
Kaihos breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to say something when he saw that Heimos suddenly changed his face, threw away the sword in his hand and rushed out. He looked suspiciously, and his face changed suddenly.
Not far away, the small figure who was originally squatting fell to the ground at some point.
"Gallan!"
"prince!"
"His Royal Highness Garland—?"
…
Noisy sound...
... so noisy...
what…
[Since you are so loyal... let's go with him...]
Who is speaking
... Ah, that bright sky... The star goddess's stone statue looks down with endless compassion...
…
The sword pierced.
It was stabbed heavily from the hand of the young man with cold golden red eyes.
A sharp blade pierced the back of the Shamash priest kneeling on the ground.
The splash of blood stained the corner of the robe of the stone statue of the goddess standing on the ground pitifully looking down at everything...