A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"Thanks……"

Tilting his head and looking at Heymos, Garlan's remaining word 'thank you' was stuck in his throat, and he choked for a long time before spitting it out with difficulty.

"…………Thanks."

He said the last word very reluctantly.

Garlan said that he really didn't want to say thank you to this mortal enemy who had killed him four times—but after all, he really helped him, so that he didn't lose face in front of everyone, and he couldn't say thank you anyway.

But after saying 'thank you', he felt very upset again.

So, naturally, his unhappy mood showed on his face.

Heymos looked at the child picked up by him and pursed his lips without answering his words. He just lowered his head and lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly. The shadow of the eyelashes also moved.

He looked up and rubbed the head of the kid who seemed a little sad.Then, I looked up.

The little fat man standing on the steps who deliberately knocked Garlan down had an ugly expression on his face. After he glanced at him, he turned his head away, stomped up the steps, and ran into the hall.

Heymos looked away.

He came to Wangcheng by boat, and his speed was a bit slow. He was the last group of people and arrived here the morning before yesterday.

He was not very clear about the situation here before, but now it seems that the child in his arms seems to be squeezed out and bullied by other members of the royal family because of his skin color.

No wonder, he thought, that the kid looked sullen now.

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No, the only one who can make me depressed to this point is you.

If Garlan knew what Heymos was thinking at this moment, he would definitely want to say this.

But he didn't know, so when he felt his head was touched again, he raised his eyes to Heymos.

Touching the head, touching the head again--

Why does everyone seem to like touching his head?

Is it because he's the shortest here?

Garlan, who didn't feel that Heymos was comforting him at all, became even more upset, and stared at Heymos with his lips pursed.

It's just that his eyes were big and round when he was still a child, and now he looks at Heymos like this, against the palm-sized white and tender face, and the fluffy light golden hair around his cheeks , he thought he was staring at people, but in the eyes of others, the little figure staring at him with wide eyes looked so cute and cute.

Heymos, who also felt the same way, couldn't help laughing, and touched his head again.I don’t know why, but when I saw this child, I always felt like seeing a chubby baby bird that fell out of the bird’s nest just after birth. Watching this baby bird fluttering on the ground, I always feel at ease No more, so I couldn't help but want to hold this little bird up and take good care of it.

After he smiled, he walked up the steps holding Garlan in his arms.

While walking, I was still thinking in my heart, as a boy, this child is too light.

Garlan was very unhappy to be hugged by Heymos like this. It was partly because he felt ashamed, and partly because he didn't want to get too close to Heymoth. Heymos might lose his balance if he was about to get off the ground, and then both of them would roll down the steps.

So, thinking this way, he could only obediently let his mortal enemy carry him up.

In order to prevent Heymos from throwing him down on purpose, he hugged Heymos' shoulders tightly. If Heymos did that, at least he could hang on Heymos' neck, right? ?

Everyday#常有恶民……No, it’s Heymos always wanting to harm me# series.

On the other side of Heymos, he felt the little arms of the child in his arms tightly around his neck, as if he was extremely attached to himself and trusted himself, which made his heart soften even more. , hugged Garlan even tighter.

He has been an only child since he was a child, and he is used to being alone. He has never experienced this kind of attachment.

Heymos thought he didn't hate the feeling.

Daily#These two people's thinking is always not on a line# series.

The two people who were thinking about their own thoughts have completely forgotten about a certain culprit who ran into the hall.

The little fat man Tal who was standing at the entrance of the hall looked angrily at the two people walking towards him.

Seeing that Heymos didn't even look at him, and Garlan completely ignored him and regarded him as air, the little fat man blocked his breath even more, and he almost killed himself.

Yesterday, he was whipped out of the shit by Garlan holding a branch. He felt that he was too shameless, and he tossed and turned for most of the night, thinking that he must take revenge today.Otherwise, once today is over, he will never have the chance to take revenge after Garlan returns.

That's why he deliberately bumped into Garlan while he wasn't paying attention just now, wanting to make a big fool of Garlan in front of everyone.He thought, how could Garlan's thin, soft and delicate appearance compare with him?

He did knock Garlan down with ease. Who knew that he was lucky enough to meet Heymos? The young man who didn't seem very friendly actually caught Garlan, and even came in with Garlan in his arms, gritted his teeth angrily at the little fat man who failed and was ignored.

However, the little fat man returned his anger, and after watching the two go in, he swallowed his anger and followed in.

Although he likes to bully people and often provokes troubles, he has always had good eyesight and knows who can be messed with and who can't.And that Heymos, who is two years older than him, has only been here for two days, rarely interacts with others, does not stand out, and does not show any special features, but he has been classified as someone who must not be messed with. within the scope.

He couldn't say why, he could only say it was a hunch.

His intuition told him that if he provoked this person, his fate would be miserable.

The flesh on the butt that was pulled out and imprinted by the branch yesterday was still aching. The little fat man followed behind while grinding his teeth and glared at Garlan fiercely... But Garlan didn't notice his fierce eyes at all, and even Did not look back at him once.

The blond child was obediently being hugged by the black-haired boy. His pale golden hair was fluttering and soft, reflecting the sun like a circle of shimmering light, and his little hands and feet were as white as white clouds in the sky. .

Following behind and watching, the little fat man felt even more aggrieved. He rubbed his sore butt, suddenly feeling a little aggrieved.

QAQ You play with that person, not with me.

I didn't mean to bully you... Who told you to ignore me when I was talking to you?

I just wanted to play with you at the beginning, but you just ignored me for the first time.So I just want to teach you a little lesson and let you play with me...

Well... I was pushed to overdo it by accident... But are you going to hit me?

Hey, hey, my father never beat me.

The little fat man who really just wanted to play with Garlan was really aggrieved at the moment.

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Being hugged by his mortal enemy, it felt like the place he touched was scalded by fire. As soon as Garlan entered the hall, he couldn't wait to tug Heymos's clothes, wanting him to put him down.

Heymos naturally sensed his movement, looked down at him, Garlan raised his head and looked at him, and then continued to struggle with Heymos' clothes, which meant clearly—not to let him You hugged me, put me down quickly.

Although this seemed a bit like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Garlan only wished to stay as far away from this person as possible, so naturally he refused to continue to follow Heymos.Anyway, after today, they will go their separate ways, there is no need to get together again, all he wants is this person to forget him tomorrow, from now on you don’t know me, I don’t know you—it’s best in this life Do not meet again!

Facing Garlan's behavior of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Heymos took a look at him, and there was no sign of displeasure on his handsome face, so he let go.

As soon as the boy let go, the blond child immediately jumped down, and without saying hello, he turned around and ran away with his calves pattering away.

Without looking back, no matter how you look at it, you look like a little heartless guy.

The young man stood on the spot, watching the little back who was running so fast. After a while, he looked away and walked towards the row of rectangular stone tables in the middle of the hall.

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After shaking Heymos away, Garlan avoided crowded places, found a remote corner with no one around, and sat down.Then, it started to look at other people.

This hall is open, with huge columns propping up the vaulted roof, and cool topaz-like stone slabs paving the flat ground.The entire hall was very empty, and it didn't look crowded at all with sixteen or seventeen children or teenagers staying in it.There are two long rows of bluestone tables in the main hall. At this moment, most people are sitting there, waiting for something.

Instead of sitting with the others at the bluestone table in the center of the hall and waiting, Garlan sat on the fence at the edge of the hall. There was a fence of the same topaz around the edge of the hall, and the bottom of the hall was more than one meter higher than the ground, which seemed very tall.He sat there with his hands on his sides, his calves dangling in the air, dangling in the air boredly.

He looked up and looked at the past, and he could vaguely see the outline of the majestic main hall of the royal palace in the distance.

The top of the sky is plated with pure gold, shining golden light in the sun, extremely brilliant, extremely gorgeous, majestic and compelling.

Looking there, Garlan suddenly felt a little emotional.

He thought that in this life, he would probably never step into that magnificent golden palace that he was so familiar with again.

The place where he was killed four times by that man.

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So, this time, in order to survive, he must keep a distance from Heymos!

That's right, it's best not to even set foot on this city from now on!

Just when Garlan was thinking so firmly, there was commotion in the middle of the hall. He looked over there and saw a group of people walking from the door of the hall.

The leader was a tall man with long curly brown hair draped over his broad shoulders, and a dark brown skin that symbolized the status of a high-ranking aristocrat.His attire was different from that of the people behind him. He wore a long garment that hung down to his ankles, but was wrapped around his waist with a gold silk belt, and he wore soft cloth shoes. On his head, he wore emerald green instead of gold, silver and precious stones. A crown of leaves made of laurel branches and leaves.

In his right hand, he held a silver scepter that was about as long as his arm. The top of the scepter was carved with the same pattern of intertwined laurel branches and leaves as his crown, and was inlaid with leaf-shaped emeralds.

Garlan looked at the tall man with a blank expression on his face.

He bit his lower lip hard, clenched his hands on the stone bench little by little, and clasped the stone board with his fingers.

Shemur.

his teacher.

his teacher.

The person he used to trust the most.

To him, he is a man who exists like a strict master and strict father.

Shemur is a priest who serves the sun god Shamash.

This country worships many gods, and also has a large number of priests who serve the gods.Only the noble blood of superior nobles and royal family members are eligible to become priests serving the gods.In the kingdom, these priests are equivalent to scholars with extremely high religious status.

The sun god Shamash is also known as the god of justice, so his priests major in and preside over the laws of this country.The country's legal code is determined by the king, and the priests of Shamash control and execute it.Therefore, most of the priests of Shamash are serious, upright, ascetic, and unreasonable. They advocate order, respect the law, and hate chaos.

Garlan stared at Shemuer who had already stood still in the hall without blinking.

The man stood among the crowd. He was a priest and a scholar with rich knowledge, but his body was not thin. He was extremely tall, and the outline of tense muscles could be faintly seen on the brown arm holding the scepter.

Garlan still remembers it clearly.

In the first life of rebirth, he was very impatient with this instructor who was strict with him and reprimanded him from time to time. This person gave him the feeling that he was the dean of his school, so he often confronted this person.

Later, he was tired of being surrounded by people and stood alone in the garden. After standing for a while, he saw Shemuer rushing towards him suddenly.

The speed of the man rushing over was so fast that he couldn't react at all.

He stayed where he was, watching Shemuer rushing over, swung the scepter in his right hand, which never left his body, and pointed it at his head... No, it brushed against his head with the sound of howling wind, and ruthlessly Shoot behind him.

Bang!

There was a dull sound like a watermelon being smashed to pieces with a bang.

Subconsciously, Garlan turned his head away following the head of the scepter that brushed against his cheek, and his face was splashed red with blood.

...I seem to have seen something terrible...

Garlan, who had activated his self-protection system after seeing the too bloody and tragic scene, was lost for a moment before finally regaining consciousness.

Then, he saw the assassin lying at his feet still twitching slightly, and the red, red and white all over the place, the assassin's head that looked like a smashed watermelon...

Yes, his priest-scholar mentor, Shemuer, swung the scepter and smashed the assassin's brains with one swing.

Headshot with one stick.

As for Xie Muer, the scepter that he always holds in one hand and never leaves his hand weighs more than 40 catties.

Garlan at that time: "..."

From then on, he only had an expression in front of his violent mentor Shemuer, who could headshot with a single swing of the scepter.

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However, it was this person, his mentor, the person he had trusted the most.

During his third rebirth, he betrayed him and surrendered to Heymos.