A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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From as long as I can remember, the only thing a child feels is hunger.

So hungry.

Hunger is always gnawing at his body all the time, and he never knows what it feels like to be full.

He had always lived in the dump, in a hole dug out of that piled-up mountain of rubbish.He is used to the unbearable stench for others.

The stench seemed to have soaked into his body, blood, and his entire body, making him emit a disgusting stench from the inside out.

Everyone shunned him.

But only in this way can he live.

Only by staying in the garbage can he grab those discarded leftovers and cold food for the first time, so as to fill his hungry stomach a little bit.

Only in the smelly garbage dump, those beggars who are taller than him will not come to snatch the residence he has dug out with great difficulty.

I can't remember how many times, he fought with others to fight for a little food.

No matter how much stronger the other party is than him, he has never flinched.

Because he had seen those who starved to death because they could not grab food, those ugly, shriveled corpses lay on the ground, lifeless, rotting little by little, giving off an unpleasant smell of corpses, attracting vultures and mice to gnaw on them Looking at the corpse.

He doesn't want to be like that at all, so he wants to live no matter what.

How on earth does a scrawny kid survive by snatching food from those who are taller and stronger than him?

Ruthless, more ruthless than anyone else.

In this place where the jungle preys on the jungle, no one will help you, you can only rely on yourself.You have to be like a mad dog, even if your leg is broken, you have to bite off a piece of meat from the opponent fiercely.

He was beaten all over his body and refused to let go, forcibly biting off a finger of the man who wanted to snatch his food.

That's how he survived.

He no longer remembered how many times he had been injured, how many times he had been dying.

Once he crawled back into the hole in the dump with his broken leg, he had a high fever for a whole day and night, and he thought he was going to die like this.

But maybe it's really a cheap life, he insisted on holding on.

A slum, the darkest, ugliest place in a city.They are all dirty beggars in that kind of place, the garbage collection, the place where the city dumps the garbage... Maybe they themselves are part of the dumped and abandoned.

They only deserve to live in this rancid, dark place.

Occasionally, when he went out from the slums to beg outside, all he saw were disgusted, disgusted, and evasive eyes.Even those so-called well-meaning people who would give him alms gave him condescending and contemptuous eyes, just like looking down on ants.

Those people looked at him like they were looking at a humanoid garbage.

He didn't like the way those people looked at him.

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Suddenly one day, his whole life changed.

Several well-dressed people who were unattainable to him found him, cried and knelt at his feet, calling him an unfamiliar name.

They cried and called him, Little Master Heymos.

These high-ranking people who used to walk on the road without giving him a hand out of the corner of their eyes called him master?

At that time, he was dazed and a little overwhelmed. He couldn't react, so he could only stand there blankly.

"Heymos!"

A sweet voice with a crying voice came, and a burst of pleasant fragrance came oncoming.

The child raised his head and saw the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. The woman trotted towards him with an excited face, tears in her eyes, and she stretched out her arms as if she wanted to hug him.

When he met the woman's eager eyes, he felt his chest was also filled with something, and it became hot.

The moment the woman's footsteps were about to approach him, they stopped abruptly.

The hand that was going to reach out to him was stuck in the middle, and it retracted to cover the lower half of his face, covering his nose.

He saw a familiar look in the woman's eyes.

disgust.

What he had seen in the eyes of countless people before, he saw again at this moment in the eyes of this woman who made his heart beat.

The chest that had been warmed up at this moment sank, became cold, and became temperatureless again.

When he calmed down, he saw clearly and understood.

Those who knelt in front of him, looked at him with flattering eyes, and called him "little master" seemingly respectfully, also looked at him with deep disgust that they tried hard to hide.

He thought it was no different.

These people, this woman who claimed to be his mother, that person, those people, whoever they were, were all the same.

All people, all the same.

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The boy suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness, waking up from the dream of the past.

It was very dark around, and it was already night, only a little moonlight came in from the window and shone on his side cheek.

The body is heavy and hot.

He hadn't felt the hard feeling for a long time...but somehow it was familiar.

When he was very young, when he was just a humble little beggar who could be beaten and trampled by everyone, at that time, he dragged his bruised body, lying in a hole dug by garbage, burning hot all over , burned unconsciously.

...and now it seems to be back to the past again.

He tried his best to support his heavy body, and big drops of sweat slid down his hot chin and dripped on the bed sheet.

He tried to shout twice in a hoarse voice, but no one responded, and there was no one inside or outside the house.

As expected, it's just the usual way of exalting the high and trampling the low.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that King Kamos' favorite brother is that child, and he is just a dispensable gift.

He took a breath and rolled over from the bed.

His whole body was hot, so hot that he needed cold water.

Heymos swayed his weak body and walked outside slowly.

However, his body was so weak that he couldn't slow it down. Just as he walked to the door, his vision suddenly went dark, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and he fell forward suddenly.

"Wow--?"

A loud cry, of course it wasn't from Heymos who fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

The one who yelled was Garlan who was almost thrown on him by Heymos who had just walked to the door.

...dodge slowly.

Garlan, who was knocked to the ground and fell to the ground, thought.

Really entangled with the look in Heymos's eyes before he left, he asked the servant where Heymos lived.At night, he pretended to be asleep on the bed, and after all the maids had left, he sneaked out the window and ran out.

He thought he would sneak through the window when he got to Heymos, but he saw that there were no servants, only one doorkeeper was still dozing off, and he slipped in without any difficulty.

As soon as he ran to the door, he suddenly saw a figure falling towards him.

Garlan shrank back instinctively, but before he could dodge it completely, the boy fell headfirst on the ground and knocked him down. Now, the boy's head was on his thigh.

What is this doing?

Garlan, whose legs were pinned down, was puzzled. He stretched out his hand to push, but as soon as his hand touched Heymos' head, he froze.

Very hot.

Heymos' face was hot to the touch.

Through the moonlight, he saw that the other person's face pressed against his leg was flushed, as if it was on fire, and it didn't look right no matter what.

Looking at it again, the wounds on Heymos's body were only roughly cleaned, and they were not cleaned up at all.Under the moonlight, the young man's body was covered with bruises and bruises, and his face was burnt red, which made him look a bit shocking.

So your temper of wanting face and suffering will never be changed in several lifetimes.

Seeing that I am unhappy is not happy, why don't you use the ointment I gave you?In the end, it's not you who suffers?

If I hadn't come here to look for you on a whim tonight, you might have burnt out to be mentally handicapped tonight.

As he murmured so unhappily in his heart, Garlan got up from the ground.It was cool at night, and he already had a fever, and if he continued to let this person blow in the night wind, his fever would only get worse.Garlan, who wanted to bring Heymos back to the house, grabbed the arm of the delirious boy and tried to lift him up.

A tug, let alone erected, did not move.

Garlan looked at Heymos, who was lying on the ground, who was taller than him by a head, and then looked at his own small arms and legs.

Well, I can't pull it, I can't stand it up, I can't carry it on my back.

He thought about it.

OK, let's procrastinate.

With that in mind, he did so, grabbed Heymos' hand and began to drag him into the room.

Heymos is on the thin side, so he shouldn't be very heavy, but he has a big frame and looks thin, but he has a lot of muscles. For a seven or eight-year-old child who hasn't exercised since he was a child, even just dragging it is difficult. It's too bad.

Garlan almost used all his strength to drag Heymos into the room at a snail's pace.

As soon as he entered the room, he gasped and looked at the half-meter-high bed and was immediately dumbfounded.He can drag Heymos, but it is simply impossible for him to pick up this guy and put him on the bed, okay?

……and many more.

Why did he, a child, personally drag Heymos into the house and put him to bed?

He just ran out and called someone over, wouldn't it be enough?

The child who finally turned his head scolded him for being stupid, then turned his head and ran towards the door. As soon as he ran to the door, there was a slap, as if he had kicked something hard under his feet.

The hard thing was kicked out by him, slammed against the edge of the door, and rolled back again.

Garlan looked down, the moonlight coming in from the door reflected on the thing that rolled back to his feet, and a cold silver light reflected in his eyes.

It was a shiny silver dagger with no cumbersome decorations on it.It should have fallen from Heymos when he dragged him through the door.

He leaned over and stretched out his hand to hold the shiny silver blade. The cold air penetrated into his fingers, making his hands icy cold.

Deep in the spiral groove at the junction of the handle and the sword body, a dark red trace can be faintly seen, showing to people that this silver dagger is not an ornament, but has really seen blood, as if it can feel a little blood. Evil spirit seeped from above.

Garlan half-kneeled on the ground, staring blankly at the dagger in his hand.

The moonlight shone on the dagger, reflecting a bright light on his side cheek, making the edge of his golden iris also reflect a strange light.

...something stirs in my heart.

The evil spirit seemed to seep into the depths of his blood through his skin, making his blood agitate at this moment.

He turned to look at Heymos beside him.

The young boy who was still young and childish was lying on the ground beside him, his whole body was hot and unconscious, his face was flushed red, his mouth was slightly open, and he was panting rapidly.Sweat flowed down the boy's slender neck, the wet black hair stuck to his neck, even a little sweat leaked from his chest, and the slightly reddish honey-colored skin reflected a moist luster under the moonlight.

Heymos just lay there, with his chest open, exposing his most vulnerable neck, without any resistance.

Garlan clenched the cold dagger in his hand, and his heart beat violently at this moment.

It was as if an invisible force from the abyss was bewitching him, and an invisible voice was faintly hissing in his head.

just now.

It's now.

All he had to do was stab the blade through Heymos' heart—

The guy who killed him four times—

This boy who might kill him again in the future——

As long as he does it now—

The moonlight was like water, falling on the half cheek of the child kneeling on the ground.

The child lowered his head, his soft blond hair was shimmering, and the skin on his cheeks reflecting the moonlight was like snow.

His fingers holding the silver dagger in his hand were tightened so hard that his knuckles were bloodless.

There was a dead silence in the night.

In this appalling silence, Garlan suddenly raised his dagger——

With a clang, he pressed the silver bright dagger heavily on the ground, making a harsh sound of metal rubbing against stone ground.

The child who slammed the dagger on the ground raised his other hand, and without warning, slapped himself hard across the face.

The force of this slap is so heavy, after the slap, you can see the red finger prints on the delicate skin.

Garlan knelt on the ground, pressed his hands on the ground, panting heavily.

The blond hair was messily scattered in front of his wide-open eyes. The child's face seemed to have just escaped from a nightmare. Sweat was already dripping from his forehead, and his pupils were trembling slightly.

He gasped for breath, and after a while, he calmed down.

Garlan stood up, turned around and walked to Heymos, then bent down and squatted down again.

He half-kneeled beside Heymos, pursed his lips, stuffed the shiny silver dagger into Heymos' waist, and tied it tightly to Heymos' belt.

As if a big rock had been unloaded, he let out a breath of relief and stood up.

Gotta call someone over here right away.

He thought so.

But at the moment when he was about to stand up, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist——