A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Under the bright sun, in broad daylight, a tragedy of the weak being bullied by the strong is about to take place.

The youngest child was surrounded by four older children who were also stronger than him, and there was dense bushes behind him, and he couldn't escape.

The child was probably very frightened. He kept his head down and kept silent. His skin was white and tender under the sun. Coupled with the soft and weak appearance of his little arms and legs, he looked really weak, pitiful, and weak. helpless.

So, looking at the other party's pitiful appearance, those little kids who felt even more satisfied with being a bully naturally wanted to continue their efforts, and rushed towards them arrogantly.The tallest among them stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the blond kid's hair, intending to pin down that idiot who made people look so disgusting, and punished him unceremoniously like yesterday.

However, when I grabbed it with my hand, I didn't catch it.

The kid ducked, and then they saw the kid look up and smile at them.

Yes.

The weak, pitiful, and helpless child raised his head and showed them a grin that didn't match that cute little face.

For some reason, the hearts of the children suddenly trembled, with an ominous premonition.

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Just when those older children rushed over, with a click, Garlan's hand that had been placed behind him broke a branch from the bushes behind him.

He had been groping for a while with his hand hidden behind, and finally found a desirable branch, about as long as his arm.

Flexible, strong, and durable.

Satisfied, he raised his head, grinned his small mouth, showing the tip of his small white teeth, and gave a sinister smile at the few brats who rushed towards him.

Then, he waved the branch in his hand high.

——I can't figure it out Heymos can't heal you little brats?

Crack, clap, clap, clap!

There was a cheerful crackling in the air.

That was the sound of the flexible branches hitting the meat one by one.

Among the slapping sounds, there was also the screaming and howling of the bear children who were whipped.

The style of painting has changed. It was originally a scene of a group of big bosses bullying a weak child, but it has become a scene of a child unceremoniously chasing and beating several children who are taller and stronger than him.

The blond kid jumped and dodged, waved the branch in his hand, and slapped the big kid in front of him on the buttocks, causing the other boy to yell in pain, and jumped up and down clutching his buttocks.

The chubby children felt that something was wrong, why did they become chased and beaten?Immediately, his heart was overwhelmed, he ignored it, and lowered his head, like a wild bull, savagely ran towards Garlan.Garlan nimbly moved sideways and hid aside, then kicked the fat kid rushing past him, kicking him into a squatting position.The fat boy lay face up on the ground, and then his chubby stomach was slapped twice by the branch, causing him to burst into tears with a cry of pain.

For a while, the branches danced wildly, only to hear the continuous crackling sound, accompanied by the painful cries of several children.

All the children sent here are descendants of the collateral blood of the royal family. They were all pampered at home. Not a single finger was touched.

At this moment, being chased and beaten by a child younger than them with a branch, they only felt angry and ashamed for a while, and they said "you wait, you wait, wait" and then ran away crying.

Looking at those who ran away crying, Garlan felt refreshed.

Feel refreshed and feel good.

Originally, because he had been deflated several times in a row at Heymos, when he was panicked, someone came to his door to let him vent his anger.

Disobedient brats should have their butts slapped hard.

Garlan, who was very relieved, thought so.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, no matter what era you are in, beating a bear is really an extremely enjoyable sport.

Watching the backs of the runaway kids disappear, Garlan didn't chase them either.He casually threw the broken branch on the ground, bent down and put his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, big beads of sweat oozed from his light golden forehead hair and dripped on the ground.

The child's body is still too weak, and his physical strength is also very weak. If those little ghosts don't run away, he will soon be unable to hold on to his secrets.

Beads of warm sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his arms.

Garlan panted while looking at his white arm.

Brown skin is regarded as a symbol of a high-ranking person, a symbol of the blood of a superior noble, and his skin color...

Garlan shook his head.

No need to think about it, this body and this face are probably inherited from his mother who is a lower-ranking nobleman, not like his father who is a high-ranking nobleman who is a city lord.

Presumably, when he was a child, Garlan felt very inferior about this, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do things like tanning himself and pretending to have natural brown skin.

From this point of view, his previous life was really unlucky.

He was supposed to be the eldest son of a well-loved city lord, but because of his skin color, his father didn't love his mother, and he was always considered to be of impure royal blood, secretly ridiculed as a bastard, and looked down upon by other higher-ranking nobles.

Later, he finally became the king's younger brother, and no one dared to complain in front of him.

As a result, he was killed only ten years later, and the throne that should have been obtained by him was also taken away by Heymos who killed him.

Immediately afterwards, because he failed to sit on the throne, the trajectory of fate changed and the kingdom was destroyed, so he was cursed by the angry gods-reincarnated, and he would never live to be an adult in life after life.

Then his reincarnation who came back to correct the trajectory was also unlucky, and was killed by Heymos time and time again...

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So in fact, he is not a child of destiny at all, but a child of misfortune?

It's not the gods who dote on him at all, there is only one god of misfortune, right?

While complaining in his heart, Garlan was gasping for breath, and couldn't help but snorted softly.

After smoking those brats, he is in a much better mood now.

Although the psychological shadow Heymos gave him was infinite, it didn't mean that anyone could bully him.Although his body is a bit weak now, after all, he has been reborn several times. As the heir in line to the throne, he has to learn both knowledge and martial skills... Well, he admits that his grades have always made his instructor look ugly It's too bad.

So is he bullying the small like this?

...Forget it, if you bully the small with the big, you will bully the small with the big. Anyway, those brats who like to bully people have not learned a lesson.

After a while, he finally managed to catch his breath. Garlan raised his hand to wipe the sweat that had slipped down his chin, and straightened up.

In short, I went back to his room to rest for a while, suddenly received too much information, and my brain hurts.He felt that he needed to separate his current situation in a quiet place to think about it carefully, and figure out what to do next.

With that in mind, he stepped forward to go back.

He raised his foot, but didn't move.

It was as if something was entangled with his feet, making it too heavy to lift.

He subconsciously looked down at his left foot.

A ball of golden-brown fluffy hair lay on his left foot, wrapped into a ball.

Two little fleshy claws hugged his ankles, the huddled fur ball raised its fluffy little head, its amber eyes looked at him innocently, and its two round ears trembled a few times.

Then, Mao Tuan'er opened his mouth and whimpered at him.

Gallan: "???"

What the hell?

Why did a little milk lion come and grab his feet?

The lion is a holy beast worshiped by the kingdom, and one of the king's totem symbols. Even the king's flag is printed with a lion pattern.Therefore, the kings of all dynasties will try to domesticate lions as a symbol of their throne, but lions are beasts after all, and few people can successfully domesticate them in the end.

Kamos King is one of the special cases.

He seems to be so favored by holy beasts that he was able to successfully tame lions.And the reason why he is called the Lion King is because every time he goes to the battlefield, he will be accompanied by at least two lions.

Garlan bent down, picked up the little milk lion by the back of its neck, and stared at it carefully.

Could this be one of the few male lions who will follow Brother Kamos in the north and south?

He thought about the majestic, haughty maned lions in his memory who turned a blind eye to anyone other than Brother Wang, and then looked at the innocent one he was carrying with its eyes open and its head tilted like a kitten. looking at his little milk lion.

As soon as he was lifted up by pinching the back of the neck, the little brown hair ball shrank, curled up his limbs into a ball, looked at him with small eyes, opened his mouth, and whimpered again in a milky voice.

Gallan: "..."

You are a lion, please don't act cute, okay?

He stared at the little hairball and looked left and right, but he couldn't imagine that this cute little milk thing he was carrying would grow into a king of all beasts who would make people fearful upon seeing him on the battlefield.

Although he complained so much in his heart, Garlan still couldn't resist the little milk lion's coquettish whimper.He retracted his hands and held the little milk lion in his arms, gently rubbing the soft brown fur with one hand.The little brown hair ball rolled up comfortably in his arms, squinting his eyes and letting him smooth his hair, occasionally licking his neck with his warm little tongue.

Fortunately, it was just a little milk lion. The barbs on the tongue were not sharp and would not make people feel painful, but it was a little itchy. It was so itchy that Garlan couldn't help laughing, and tapped the fluffy tongue with his fingers. Little head let it settle down.

After knocking on the head of the little hairball, I suddenly heard the rustling of the bushes not far away, as if someone was pushing through the bushes and walking over.

Holding the cub in his arms, Garlan subconsciously turned his head to look.

Seeing this, he immediately froze.

I saw a huge head protruding from the bushes not far from his line of sight. Immediately afterwards, the thick limbs walked forward slowly, taking proud and coercive steps, and the huge torso was also exposed. come out.

Garlan was completely petrified, and he dared not move.

A majestic brown lion stood in front of him, looking down at him, with a long golden mane fluttering in the wind, and a pair of fiery eyes that made one's legs weak at a glance , The fierce light is frightening.

Oh my god, parents are here to find their lost children!

An abductor holding a suspected lost child was trembling.

I feel that I will be solved by the parents who came here in a few minutes.

Garlan stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move, and let out a tragic cry in his mind.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Lion, my lord!

Let me tell you, it was actually your child who moved the claw first, believe it or not?

Believe it or not, anyway, even if it is said, the lion must not understand human words.

The mighty and strong lion, which was a whole head taller than the child, looked down at the little child in front of him. The huge head was slightly lowered, and the big copper bell stared at the little child who was holding his own cub.

With that posture, as long as he opens his mouth wide, he can easily bite off the little baby's entire brain.

Human fleshy, crunchy.

Garlan's mind went blank.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's not at Heymos' hands this time, it's about to die in the lion's mouth.

So it is impossible to say that he is the child of destiny, he is the child of misfortune——

The little milk lion, who had no idea that his father had found him, lay comfortably in the soft and warm arms of a kidnapper who had already been frightened, turned over and snored, and continued to sleep soundly.

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A big lion stands proudly, mighty and majestic.

The little child stood in front of the big lion that could swallow itself in one mouthful, holding the little milk lion and looking at the big lion eagerly.

This time it was real, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

The author has something to say: Big Lion: Not enough to get between the teeth.

Gallan: ...Dad!You are my dad!Please don't eat!

Little milk lion: woo woo woo~