Chapter 111 The Golden Tent
"Well, who wants the gold?"
When entering the pasture, the first thing to do is to stake out the site.
The various royal courts "tacitly" occupied different corners. The strong men and women held weapons, but they did not line up in neat rows like guards, but one person stood at intervals to prevent other tribesmen from approaching.
Not to mention the flocks of sheep and horses, they are the most precious assets of the herdsmen, and anyone who dares to touch them will be killed.
Sonny and Brida were indeed a little late. If they had been more humble and courteous, they would have had to move to the edge of the city with thousands of people.
The outermost part is not only dangerous and barren, but more importantly, it is imposing: no one likes a cowardly heir, especially the old Golden King who is such a coward.
He only cared about the happiness and peace of the Golden Court, and was willing to cede his sphere of influence, sell his own slaves to foreigners, and even turn a blind eye to the "secret" abduction of Hun families by other countries.
If he follows his example, he will probably never be able to ascend the throne.
But what if he was not humble? Would he let the already established Wang Ting move?
How much favors and arguments would that require? Everyone's here to share the inheritance and ask for a position. Who wants to walk with their tail between their legs in front of their clan? If they force the issue, both sides will lose face.
The Huns following Sonny were already a little timid: it was not that they were afraid of fighting, but killing people would not go unpunished, and their weapons and equipment were better than those of the people around them.
They were really afraid that if they fought among their own kind, they would not gain any advantage and would lose the opportunity to integrate into the group.
Among the thousands of people there were many second-generation slaves who had just been rescued. They were preparing to have good contact with other Hun tribes so that they could be accepted as soon as possible and had no right to fight.
Sonny took in everything out of the corner of his eye, and was slightly startled when he saw Melia: the girl was in a good mood, her feet were bouncing a little, and she waved the little white cat in her arms from time to time.
Melia is obviously very smart. She can see the dense crowds of clansmen from various royal courts, but she doesn't feel any pressure at all and has complete confidence in her abilities.
"Oh."
She chuckled and walked straight to the center - facing the golden royal tent.
One step, two steps, three steps… Sonny and Brida walked forward side by side. More and more people noticed this place, and the spies of the various royal courts made varying degrees of commotion.
Finally, when she was about to step into the cordon formed by the crowd, a loud shout came from behind.
"Attila, what are you going to do?!"
A young man with golden brown hair angrily jumped off his horse and rushed in front of them. "You want to occupy the king's tent right after you arrive?! You are not so presumptuous!"
"Ha~ Hulun, you are still so healthy?" Sunny stopped and glanced at the man's brown eyes intentionally or unintentionally.
The third prince Hulun is the only golden blood of this generation who has not been fused with other golden bloods. He is also the object of Zuo Xianwang's bet.
Zuo Xian Wang's intention to support a puppet was obvious, but Hulun himself was the only one who didn't realize it.
[Attila——]
Rumble! The person most shocked on the entire grassland wasn't the two people confronting each other, nor the nervous spectators around them, but Melia. She fell into deep thought, her hands slightly loosened.
The little white cat slid down slowly, and was held upside down by one of its paws. It jumped to the ground helplessly.
[Sunny's real name is Attila?!]
It's all over now. Calling it this name is basically engraving "divine soldiers descending from the sky" on its face, not to mention that the Huns in this world have sewn up several nomadic tribes at the same time, almost sewing up all the powerful nomadic forces.
If Attila had truly shared Biarti's fate, he would surely have been able to unify the Huns. The surrounding states would then have been subjected to decades of brutal beatings.
But if you think about it carefully, there is a little bit of magic in this world, so the Huns may not have it as easy as in reality... or maybe even easier.
Never mind, it's probably just a name duplication. Attila, Attila, or something like that, the author used it because he thought it sounded familiar.
Melia pulled herself together and looked forward again.
As more and more people gathered, differences began to appear among the Huns: those with particularly richly decorated weapons and more bones, teeth, and gems on their bodies stood closer.
Other slaves who only wore bibs underneath did not dare to come near at all, and could only peek out from a distance and herd the sheep.
In addition to Brida, Sunny, and Harun, there were several more men and women with golden hair and eyes. They should all be descendants of the Golden Family?
Melia looked at these princes and princesses with some curiosity: the most obvious feature of golden blood is that the color of their hair and eyes is mixed with gold - but even without looking at this golden color, she can still see their blood relationship.
Because everyone has a kind of neutral beauty that is difficult to distinguish between male and female, except Hulun who is closer to a handsome man, the others look like beautiful princesses at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they will be confused by their facial features, broad shoulders and heroic spirit.
Could it be that for several generations of our ancestors, there was always a particularly handsome man paired with a particularly heroic woman?
"Just right, everyone is here."
Sunny's hearty laughter interrupted her thoughts. She was not afraid in front of her brothers and sisters. "Occupy? Why do you say that so harshly? I am the legitimate heir~"
"Do you dare to say that we are not serious?" Someone immediately jumped out to refute, falling into the trap.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes~ We are all [heirs], and we came here to inherit wealth and power—"
Her words were very straightforward, and the Huns found them much more pleasing to the ear, nodding their heads in agreement. They had been waiting here for several days, and no one dared to rush over first, fearing they would be blamed for the crime.
Isn't that how the eldest prince died? His subordinates are still wailing that the prince was wronged. Unjust, it can be wronged, who would avenge the loser who died unjustly?
Fortunately, the golden blood left by the eldest prince disappeared, otherwise the closest heir would have died unjustly, and maybe even died suddenly one after another.
"Don't you think waiting is a waste of time? Father's body is being preserved by the great wizards, but those treasures might just fly away~"
Sonny said in a very inspiring tone, "There's only one throne, but there are so many things to be divided. Besides, what's the point of waiting outside?"
Yes, they had thought so a long time ago! If Hulun hadn't been holding on so stubbornly, it would have been much easier to rush in and divide the things first.
The golden bloodline is both precious and rampant: there are hundreds and thousands of golden people without any characteristics. They are not troubled by the gathering of bloodlines and have no inheritance rights.
Even among the precious golden royal family, not everyone can climb to that position: greed is greedy, but most people are well aware of the current situation.
The young prince Attila has the legal advantage. The Left Wise King supports the third prince Hulun, and the Right Wise King supports the fifth prince Obera. As for the priests, they have a great liking for the most "golden" Bleda.
As long as they don't die in the aggregation explosion, the winner should be decided among the four of them.
So, why don't we rush in and divide the gold? Attila has spoken, she is the legitimate heir!
Seeing the relaxed expressions of those around him, Hulun thought to himself that this was not good. But even he couldn't wait any longer: "Wait, what are you waiting for? It will be divided sooner or later." Attila was right. Besides the position, there was nothing that couldn't be divided.
He wished he could divide up his father's things as soon as possible, sit on the throne handsomely, take a group of good men to plunder everywhere, and become the conqueror king praised for all eternity.
Unfortunately, the only flaw was that this sentence was said by Attila... It was all the fault of the Left Wise King, who forced him to keep his troops in place because he didn't have enough people.
Looking around, the atmosphere was already quite lively, and everyone was eager to get in and divide the inheritance as soon as possible. It was good, after dividing up the other things, they could discuss the throne with the other heirs.
Hulun ignored his deputy's frantic blinking and snorted in a pretentious manner, "Since everyone is here, let's go in first. Father doesn't want to wait too long, as the new king's funeral must be held."
The body of the old Hun king remained in the coffin, and the priests would seal it with three layers of wood, stone and bronze, and apply gold dye and inlay gold on the outermost layer.
The remains have been preserved with spices and potions, waiting for the children to choose a new king soon. If they can't choose one, it won't go bad even if it's kept for three to five years.
After all, even if it's broken, who would open the coffin and perform an autopsy?
“Let’s go.” Sunny put away her smile as she turned around. Hulun wanted to move ahead of her, but Brida’s tall figure blocked his way, forcing him to fall half a step behind.
…
Suddenly - when the warm tent was opened, an unusually strong and greasy incense gushed out.
Although they knew that priests were cleaning regularly, they still turned their heads and coughed lightly, as if they smelled the scent of a dying person.
The king's tent was extremely large, large enough to accommodate dozens of people at the same time, and there was also space reserved for slaves working around.
Melia followed the Hun nobles into the royal tent, feeling quite spacious. She looked around and saw the interior furnishings were intricate, with Greek stone carvings, Egyptian jewelry, and piles of Roman gold coins in the corners.
It is said that the old Hun king was very reckless in his later years, with his tents filled with male and female dancers and a large number of beauties. These beauties are now nowhere to be seen, leaving only the empty iron chain beside the wooden pole.
There is no need to count them carefully, there are at least thirty pairs of iron locks hanging by the bed.
Hulun finally found an opportunity to get past Sunny. He sat down on the cushion carelessly, at least he didn't touch the bed that his father loved to use.
"Well, who wants all that gold?"
The old king had many sons, and the bulk of his inheritance was in the royal treasury, so there was definitely not enough left to go around. Inheriting this wealth meant automatically giving up the throne.
But from another perspective, if you ask for it now, you will definitely inherit more gold.
The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became ambiguous.
Only the royal family and their trusted associates dare to enter, no outsiders. What's so hard to say? If you want something, just say it.
Just as everyone was staring at the gold, ready to discuss the matter, a girl suddenly raised her voice: "Wait, let's divide the wives and concubines first!"
The words were like those of a sex-hungry ghost, yet the speaker was a strikingly beautiful woman. The girl had golden-gray hair, silver-gray eyes, and thick, straight eyebrows, a commanding presence without even anger.
"Ha, you still want to take your mother back?" Someone laughed in the corner, then quickly lowered his head when no one agreed. Oops, this isn't outside, there's no one to cover you.
The girl ignored the man and just stared at Hulun.
Hulun was happy to be a good person. Besides, wives and concubines were troublesome property, so the sooner they were divided, the sooner it would be over.
He waved his hand mercifully and shouted to the man who looked like a housekeeper in the corner of the tent, "Quickly invite all the concubines over."
The succession of the princess is a difficult matter. The princess's mother's family must be taken into consideration, and the new king must be decided first.
Fortunately, the old king lived an unusually long life, outliving three of his consorts before marrying a fourth. His concubines held no power, so they were little better than slaves.
If the mother's clan is strong, send them back. If the mother's clan is weak and has no children, whether it is inheritance or release, it can be settled with a few words from everyone. No one can use this to block people.
Soon, a group of women rushed into the tent, almost filling up the spacious corners. They also brought slaves with them, but there were too many of them, so even the slaves and a small number of nobles inside had to leave first.
After the chaos, only the old Hun king's concubines and royal family, a few witnesses who were suspected to be priests, and Melia who was watching the show with a white cat in her arms were left in the tent.
The differences between concubines were more obvious than those among royal family members and nobles.
Some of them acted like wives, wearing gold and silver jewelry and wrapped in gorgeous shawls. They were also familiar with the royal families and priests, and after a brief greeting, they dragged cushions and knelt on them.
Many concubines stood there, either shy or stiff, not daring to look directly at the royal family. Some of them had carefully applied their makeup, and it was obvious that they were ready to find their next husband: "The young royal family is so handsome, isn't it much more attractive than the old one?"
The most frightening ones were the exotic beauties, a few of whom were men. All of them wore only a gauze robe and huddled in a corner, not daring to attract even the slightest attention.
The author has something to say:
Thanks to nanaya_scarlet's Lei Lei~
Thanks to Li Changan for being so bad! and Flying in the Clouds for the irrigation~
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