A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

dream……

Just a dream.

Garland, frightened by the dream, let out a long breath.

Why did you suddenly have such a dream?

He was a little ignorant.

Could it be that you think about the day and dream at night? Because he was thinking about how to get rid of Heimus that day, and then had a dream of burning Heimus in his nap?

But that wasn't right. He was obviously thinking about stab with a knife, and he couldn't get along with the fire?

Garlan raised his hand more and more, and slapped it on his face to make him sober.

In the dream, most of Huimos' body was burned by fire, and the smell of burnt flesh came from the air... The scene was really shocking, even if he now knew it was a dream, he was still worried.

Fortunately it was a dream...

Garland was awake by a strange nightmare, he couldn't sleep anymore, he couldn't understand it for a long time, he just got out of bed.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, a maid came up to help him clean his face, comb his sleeping hair, and tidy up his clothes. He had long been accustomed to standing on the spot, spreading his arms and letting them fiddle.

After the maids took care of him properly, the leading female officer led him to another side hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the priests of Samash stood there, apparently waiting for him.

Xie Muer was standing with a scepter, still in a white dress, and could not see a little dust from head to toe. It was terrible clean and tidy. Even the crown made of laurel branches and leaves on the top of the head was upright. God knows how he is Wear the crown so straight that it's not crooked at all.

Gee, this Virgo man--

Garlan said so in his heart, his eyes turned, and saw a group of people standing opposite Xiemuer.

They are all acquaintances, and all of them are teenagers, that is, the group of little ghosts who are fighting for the blood of the royal family who wants to get the position of the younger brother.

What are they doing here?

Gallan was thinking that the teenagers who used to look at him contemptuously at the moment saw him, they all showed him a kind smile, and there was a little bit of favor in the smile. meaning.

Garland tilted his head.

What is this battle to do?

He turned his doubtful eyes to Xie Muer.

"His Royal Highness, they will be sent back tomorrow, but for various considerations, you can appoint one or three of them to stay as your accompanying students and stay in the palace."

As soon as Xie Muer finished speaking, the teenagers turned their gaze to Gallan.

Although they are the so-called bloodlines beside the royal family, the best in the family is only the children of the city master, which is definitely not comparable to the real royal family.

If he can be selected by Garland and stay in the palace as a companion, it is conceivable that when he grows up, he will certainly occupy a place in the center of the ruling class of Aaron Landis.

"I choose it?"

Garland asked.

"Yes."

Garland nodded and turned his head, his eyes sweeping among the crowd.

Everyone's expected eyes fell on him, and the eyes of a round-faced boy were especially eager. The young man was secretly happy. Fortunately, when so many people oppressed and squeezed out Galan, he never participated, and occasionally expressed sympathy and helped a little.

No one thought that the kid who looked down on and was scolded by the hybrid was actually fancy by King Camos. Even if he was opposed by the ministers, he simply let him be the younger brother and took him personally. Go to the throne of Dayi-one can imagine how the child was favored by King Camos.

And at the moment, these people are the best for him. Therefore, the child will choose him.

The round-faced boy thought so confidently, and looked at Gallan without blinking, not excited.

Gallan's eyes swept across the crowd and then looked back.

"Just him."

He reached out and pointed to a little fat man who desperately shrank himself back, a pair of people who wanted to let his sense of presence disappear.

He said, "He will do it alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience was silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at him dumbstruckly, with an incredible expression on his face.

Everyone knows that the little fat man was one of the worst people to bully him.

"……you sure?"

Even Xiemuer, who had always been silent, couldn't help but speak.

Just a little investigation to know what happened between these children.

"Well, it's him."

Garland finalized.

The named little fat man has been stupid all the time until the others were taken away from here, and he was left alone, before he was brought to Garland, he still kept his mouth open and dull. Silly.

When it really came to Galland, he finally reacted, and tears burst into his eyes, and he looked at Gallan with a touch of emotion.

When he saw that Gallan became the younger brother, he had been shaking in the past few days, constantly making up for all kinds of tragic death methods, and having nightmares at night when he was sleeping.

Unexpectedly, Gallan not only did not pursue his original offense, but also blamed him for his accompanying reading. Not only did he not have to die, he also became the object of envy.

"Gallan... No, no, it's His Highness, you, you really are..." He stuttered with excitement, "Too much! Too kind! You can forgive me like this ."

In a moment, the mood experienced ups and downs, great sorrows and joys, or the little fat man Tal was stimulated to cry.

He sobbed while wiping tears from the back of his hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was really... I, I knew it was wrong, I really knew it."

He was almost incoherent, but just looked up hard, swearing at his fleshy breast.

"His Royal Highness! You can rest assured! I will protect you in the future! I swear to the sun **** Shamash that anyone who wants to hurt you in the future will step on me!"

"...Oh, then please."

"Leave it to your Highness!"

The little fat man snapped his own breasts.

He felt that His Highness Garland must have a unique eye, and he saw what made him different, so he picked himself from so many people!

He was so touched, and in the future His Royal Highness Gallan asked him to do whatever he wanted.

But the truth is...

Why did you choose this little fat man?

Because he is one of the worst in this group of tests.

Anyway, you can't do this for a long time, so don't waste your talents, just find the most wasteful piece of cake.

The above is the psychological course of Gallan who has selected the fat man Tal.

Of course, according to Garland's idea, Tal would never know the truth in his life. So, feeling that he had won the big prize, he was grateful for Gallan, while he ran to Gallan.

At first, he did that stupid thing because he wanted to play with this very cute kid. Not only does he not need to be punished, but he can still read with him.

No one thought of it, not even Galland himself, he pointed it at his fingertips.

Since then, the most faithful dog leg in his life was born.

...

………………

The fire burned.

Fiery, like a red fire snake, entwined the dark-haired teenager.

The long tongue of hissing flames licked the skin into a charred black.

The smell of burnt flesh is everywhere...

A brown hand stretched out from the flames, struggling, and slammed his fingers into the crack of the stone with difficulty, his fingertips were bloodied.

The struggling hand stretched out like a silent whine, not knowing who to call for help.

... The weird black water was flowing down, but the fire was fiercely burning in the black water. In the screams and screams of everyone, the flame was ignited quickly along the arms that were desperately stretched out, and the pain was instantly struggling The young man swallowed it completely-

...

The child awakened suddenly from the dream again.

Garland sat on the bed with his head held, rubbing his hair vigorously with both hands, and rubbed his hair like a chicken nest. The cold sweat that oozed out during the nightmare made his strands of hair stick to his forehead, and the tip of his ears turned red.

Holding his head, he panted in a hurry, he stared blankly at his face, his face full of blankness.

what is the problem?

Garland felt that he was almost going to be bad.

He originally thought that dreaming was just an accident. Who knows that since that day, he repeats this dream almost every day.

Sometimes it is night, sometimes it is noon, and this nightmare is being done repeatedly and repeatedly.

Garlan covered his forehead, his temples touched with his fingers were a little wet, soaked with sweat so badly, the sticky made him very uncomfortable.

He can now confirm that this is definitely not a day and night dream, because he does not want to do this **** nightmare at all!

He is not psychopathic, even if he is a dead enemy. Every day he watched the man being burned alive by the flames. He was also terrified. He hadn’t moved any barbecue in the food these days. The female officer asked him. It's hot and I don't want to eat too greasy fool past.

But if you go on like this, don't talk about eating it in the future. I'm afraid he will get sick as soon as he sees the barbecue.

But why?

Why would he have this dream?

Garlan covered his face, closed his eyes and calmed his breath, calming himself.

Then he got up and got out of bed and looked at the sky through the window. The sun was slightly westward and it was already in the afternoon.

It stands to reason that at this time, if he does not go to the conservatory to see Nega, the little lion will start to lose his temper. But this time, he thought for a while, instead of going to the greenhouse, he ran quickly to Heimos alone.

Heimos's residence was as deserted as ever, except for the few guards standing at the door standing there, but there was no one inside.

As soon as I walked into this small courtyard, I could hear the sound of a clattering flowing water, because there was a small stream of water running half a circle along this courtyard. The night that Huimos had a fever, he ran to this creek to wash his hands.

As soon as Gallan walked into the small courtyard and looked up, he saw the familiar figure standing in the stream.

The stream was not deep, and Huimus stood inside, the water barely passing his waist.

The teenager stood in the stream, as if washing his body, but wearing clothes. He lowered his head, holding clear water in his hands, and poured it on his face and shoulders, not to mention his clothes, even his black hair was soaked.

When Gallan approached, it seemed that a beast of vigilance had invaded his territory. Heimus suddenly raised his head, and his golden eyes with sharp eyes shot toward Gallan.

After seeing the coming person clearly, his sharp eyes faded slightly.

The teenager raised his hand, and his dripping fingers lifted the black hair in front of his eyes, the golden red eyes exposed became brighter in the sunlight.

Garland squatted down by the stream, holding one side of his cheek in one hand, looking up and down at Heimus.

Obviously this person looks good, nothing.

He wondered while watching.

So why do you keep that terrible dream?

The honey-colored skin that had been drenched with water had a dark brown luster in the bright sunlight, with water.

**The black hair was attached to the cheek of the handsome boy, and a water mark on the hair slipped down the honey-colored skin onto the slightly pointed chin, and then clicked and dropped on the water in front of the teenager, pointing out a small Water circle.

The wet hair was slanted down, and even the shadows covered most of Heimus' right eye, revealing only a golden-red left eye, with the shadow of the child crouching by the creek.

The thin lips are hydrated red, and the lip line is slightly angular, giving a sense of resilience.

The well-proportioned body, wide shoulders and narrow waist, covered by tight muscles, with distinct lines of texture traces.

Well, what a beautiful boy.

Heimus, staring at the water, watched, and Garran strayed inadvertently.

Speaking of which, even if he is a dead enemy, he has to admit that this person looks really good.

Later, when he grows up, he is also a beautiful man. It stands to reason that it should be very popular with girls.

It's just that after he grew up, Heimus's gloomy air and shame covered up his original good appearance for most of the time, plus the pair of evil eyes that looked like poisonous snakes and lizards. …

Garland couldn't help thinking.

No wonder this guy was in his early twenties, but there was no woman around him, and he had a gloomy face all day long. Which woman dared to get close?

Ok?

Speaking of...

"Hymos."

"what?"

"What about your bandage?"

"what?"

"..." Garland scratched his head. "Don't you have the habit of tying a bandage on your arm? I saw the dagger on your body that day... Well, someone told me that I took the bandage on my arm and took it It’s more convenient to cut people with a dagger."

Raising his hand to lift the wet black hair back, revealing the dark sword eyebrows on one side, Huimus glanced at him.

"Who told you such stupid things?"

Garland: "........."

Twenty-year-old you told me such stupid things.

At that time, at any time, your right hand was tightly tied with a white bandage, from the upper arm to the palm, tied tightly.

When he was reborn into this world for the first time, he once waited in the outer hall with Himimos to meet Brother Camos. At that time, he still had the same mentality as the game, and he did not know about Himemos’s He was terrible because he waited for boredom and looked at the white bandage tied to the man's arm. He couldn't resist curiosity and asked.

That's how Huimus answered that.

‘With a bandaged hand, you can grasp the sword more tightly and kill better. ’

When Heimus said this, the hand with the white bandage pressed against the dagger around his waist, and his golden eyes stared at him coldly like a poisonous snake staring at his prey.

In the end, the word "kill" seemed to be bitten by the man and swallowed bitterly.

He even had the feeling that the man would pierce himself with a bandaged hand and pull out a sharp blade in a second--

...

………………

Waking up from the memories, Gallan looked at the teenager in front of him and thought.

That being said, this time, from the moment when he saw Juism, he never saw a bandage on his hand.

In other words, did that habit only develop in the future?

Garland was still pondering here, and the young man standing in the stream over there threw another sentence.

"People who believe this are also stupid."

Garland: "........."

He never knew that the youth of Heimus actually had the attribute of poisonous tongue.

Forget it, don't provoke this guy.

Garland, who was choked a few times, didn't want to take care of the goods again. He just got up, but suddenly remembered something, so he crouched down again. He touched his waist, pulled out something, and then stretched out his hand before reaching Reims.

"Want it?"

Garland smiled and showed the pill coming in the morning to Huimus, with a proud expression on his face.

Then he smiled at Heimus with a demon he thought he was very successful.

"Beg me if you want~~"

Heimos was standing in the stream, and the transparent stream was rushing past him, icy and cold, and the soaked corners of the clothes were swinging in the water with the current.

He looked sideways, looking at the child crouching by the stream and extending his hand to him.

In the sunlight, white and tender like a translucent little hand, with a milky pill on it.

The round pills rolled around in the child's slightly red palms.

The squatted child smiled sweetly at the cute face of his smiling child, his big eyes bent into the crescent of the crescent moon, and even the voice of the speech was like a sweet cake, soft, glutinous, sweet.

The soft glutinous feeling was like wrapping all the cold and hard things in his chest, so soft and glutinous, and revealing a bit of unprecedented sweetness.

…………

While Gallan was smiling and waiting for Heimus to ask him, the teenager staring at him suddenly leaned forward.

The wet black hair fell on his wrist, a ** hand supported the hand he stretched out, and the water droplets wet the back of his hand.

Before Gallan responded, he felt something lightly touched on his palm, like a soft feather.

Just like last time, in just one second, Heimus swallowed the pill in Gallan's palm with a plop.

Then he raised his head, still holding Gallan's hand with his hand, and the water flowing down from the wet black hair crossed the teenager's honey-colored face.

The face of Junxiu, who was very close to Gallan, raised his thin lips and smiled at Gallan.

…………

Garland couldn't even get angry.

He looked angrily at Huimus who had got up and came out of the stream, and the water dripping from the man had splashed a little on him.

He stretched his hands into the stream with an uncomfortable expression, rubbing his hands vigorously as if washing his hands intentionally to show him.

What's the problem with you who always like to eat from others?

Did you learn from Nega?

The little guy is now the kind of food that was thrown in front of it. He didn’t look at it. He had to rush over to bite the thing I held in my hand. I gnawed, licked and licked it with my hand. It's saliva.

But the little guys who were just weaned did so to be cute to me. What the **** are you doing with him, Huimos?

Is it possible to learn that Nega is acting spoiled?

The last sentence popped out of my head, and Gallan himself was trembling with the cold joke.

Heimus coquetted him...

No no no no no-this lady is terrible! It's terrifying!

Impossible, impossible in this life! The probability of world destruction is higher than this!

Crushing the terrible thought in his head so hard that it shattered into the trash can and stomped **** his feet, Garland was relieved from the horror.

He didn't take advantage of Heimos, who had just snatched the pill from him, and ran away.

When I ran to the conservatory quickly, I found out that Nega, who was coming and going, was having a temper tantrum, and the brothers and sisters who were smaller than it screamed, and a few little lions came to bite together. But it. Moreover, although it is small, it is very domineering. It loses its temper and refuses to eat. So no one wants to eat. All the pots with food were overturned by it. The food was scattered all over the ground. For a time. It's a joke in the conservatory.

The maids stood next to them and dared not stop them. I’m afraid they couldn’t stop them either.

auzw.com It wasn’t until Garlan ran in that door that they pushed in, and their eyes lighted up and they were relieved.

The round ears of the little milk lion, who was biting together with the brothers, moved as if he heard Gallan's footsteps. He looked up and looked at Gallan with his small eyes. Suddenly whine happily.

It slammed into the other little lion who came over to bite it, and Le Dian ran towards Gallan and ran around Gallan.

Looking at the messy conservatory in front of him, and the little Nega who was wandering around him, Gallan's eyes twitched.

However, he could only sigh in the end, and took a few small tender meatballs handed over by the maid next to him.

These tender meat **** are specially made for these little lions who are in a semi-weaning state. The freshest minced meat is mixed with a little milk, which can be eaten by the little lions.

He looked angrily at the little Nega who was holding his ankle and staring at the meatball in his hand, too lazy to squat down, and he dropped a meatball to it.

The meatball fell on the ground and rolled, just under the foot of the lion cub. But the little lion glanced at him, but didn't move on Galan's feet.

Soon, the meatball rolled away, and the little lion looked at it no longer. He continued to lean on his small head, trying to grasp Gallan’s leg with his small claws, and rushed towards Gallan’s hand. The meatballs yelled.

Gallan, who had taken it for nothing, had to squat down and reach out.

The little lion rushed over happily, and the fluffy little head came to Gallan’s hand, and the rough little tongue licked on Gallan’s palm, and the small meatballs were rolled into the mouth and smashed. Swallow it in.

Gallan looked at the little lion's appearance of swallowing meatballs in his hand and flicking his small tail, and suddenly remembered the moment when Huimos took his hand and bowed his head to swallow the pill in his hand. A scene.

...An inexplicable sight...

Is it his illusion?

There is always a kind of...now he seems to have two beasts that must be fed by his own hands.

A lion and a wolf.

…………

No no no, this is an illusion.

Definitely an illusion!

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…………………………

Time passed quickly, and a month had passed in a flash.

King Camos was still the same, he didn't spoil his little brother, basically took it everywhere, and specially arranged Galland's residence in the side hall beside his dormitory.

But in less than a month, this little brother gave many people a headache. Because Gallan and his puppet legs Tal often make trouble in the palace. Although the big mistakes have not been committed, they are small mistakes. The noise should have been the solemn and quiet palace. Endlessly.

However, King Camos was very indulgent, and he never punished Gallan once. When others complained, he laughed and touched his little brother’s head while laughing, saying that the children were energetic, Lively, wasn't it the same when I was a kid?

Everyone was speechless.

Indeed, their King Camos was also a troublemaker when he was a child, and he caused trouble every day-but, the father of King Camos, the former King Aaron Landis, somehow will also teach Camos one of the troubles. pause. But now, not only does Camos not only teach his naughty younger brother, but also so indulgent, how can he get it later?

Everyone was worried about this.

However, Gallan, as the culprit, was more worried than they were.

Why is Brother Camos not angry at all?

He deliberately relied on the identity of a child and played a bear child. Every day he made troubles, just wanting to provoke Brother Camos and let him drive himself out.

But look at Brother Wang's eyes... actually quite support him?

King Camos: "Very good, with my previous style, continue, I will support you."

Garland: "........."

The first plan failed and was cancelled.

Fortunately, there is a second plan that has been running synchronously.

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In the afternoon, in the spacious school hall, young children sat in it.

This is an open hall with no walls on all sides and only dozens of columns supporting the arched roof. The bright sunlight illuminates the hall. The breeze brings the water vapor from the clear lake on the side of the hall and the fragrance of the lotus in the water, blowing into the hall.

On one side of that school hall is a large courtyard with a lotus pond, and on the other side is a martial arts field. It is very wide, and it is even connected to a large grassland that can be used for the training of martial arts, archery, Used for riding.

The blond-haired child sat cross-legged in the hall, and the others surrounded him like a star-studded moon.

There are no tables and chairs in the hall of learning, just a soft carpet. Everyone sits cross-legged on the ground when they study. Those who surround Garlan are all younger than Garlan, and even are about to become adults.

These young people are all ministers of the dynasty, or the heirs of the powerful, and it is common practice for these heirs to accompany the heirs of the throne.

One is to let the successor better understand his future subordinates. Second, this is also the best way for these future ministers to pull into the relationship with the future king.

Therefore, almost all of them sat centered on Garland.

Only one person, squeezed out by the crowd, sat alone on the other side.

King Camos chose two younger brothers a month ago.

One is the young Prince Garland.

The other is the slightly older Prince Huimus.

But everyone with a discerning eye can see... No, even blind people can see that King Camos does not like Prince Heimus, who was chosen by the ministers according to the test method, but prefers him to be chosen by hand. The little prince of Garland.

So far, he seems to only allow Gallan to address his prince, and Huimus has never called it that way.

Therefore, as soon as he mentioned Brother Wang, the first reaction of everyone in the palace was the blond kid. And the title of the other has always been Prince Huimus, not Brother Huimus.

Naturally, everyone crowded around Garland, and Huimos was deserted.

Even, in order to please Galland, some people deliberately use various means to exclude and target Heimus, and from time to time want to teach him a meal.

After all, in their view, the existence of Heimus was to block Galland, so Galland must be very unhappy with his existence. If they can teach Heimus, they will be favored by Galland.

"His Highness Garland."

Although Xia Muer was appointed by King Camos as the mentor of Galland, he must also assist King Camos in handling political affairs. Therefore, only one day a week, he would take time to teach Galland.

......Although the teaching results of this month made him feel that all the time he took out of his busy schedule was fed to the dog.

At this moment, he patted a piece of parchment blankly on Gallan's hand. The force he photographed was too heavy to make a snap, and Gallan almost didn't hold it.

The child glanced at the parchment, um, unexpectedly, inferior, failed.

The people next to him saw the order of Gallan's paper at a glance, and subconsciously folded their papers to block their achievements.

That's right, among this group of people, Gallan is the only one with a low rating.

Others are basically first-class, and the lowest is also middle-class. After all, these people who can be qualified to read are selected people with excellent qualifications, so there is not even a medium.

Oh, no, there is a special one. The little fat man selected by Galland is almost medium every time, and he is stuck in the middle.

However, for the performance of Gallan, the grades are inferior, and the middle and inferior grades are hovering. These people have been used to it for more than a month.

Although some people slandered at this, and began to look down on Galland a little, but of course, on the surface, he still pleased and praised Galland.

Xie Muer walked to the other side of Huimos sitting alone, and handed him another piece of parchment.

Only Gallan and Huimus, who are princes, were personally reviewed, issued and commented by Xiemuer. The other accompanying children were naturally responsible for other teachers.

The priest of Samash looked at Huimus and showed a satisfied look.

"You did well, His Royal Highness.

He praised.

Xie Muer is a very strict person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, who can make him praise, it must have an excellent performance.

Over the past month, Heimus's achievements in all aspects are all excellent, and it is the most outstanding existence among the people, and it is an extreme contrast with Gallan.

After complimenting Huimos, Xiemuer looked at Gallan expressionlessly.

He said: "The others go back first, Your Highness Gallan, please stay."

Garland scratched his head.

Even if his grades were poor, the other teachers never dared to say anything to him. Only his mentor, Xie Muer, could not enter the oil and salt, and he must be severely criticized every time he came.

He didn't refute and nodded, saying he knew.

The group of teenagers around him who were still consoling him did not dare to provoke the serious and serious priest of Shamash. They stood up one by one and walked away honestly. The only fat man, although he was afraid that Xiemuer was afraid of dying, but he didn't want to leave Garland scolded because of his loyalty.

Xie Muer glanced at Taal and repeated it again.

"Tal, leave immediately."

Xie Muer made the fat man nervous with a word. He swallowed and stammered.

"I...I'm waiting here...waiting..."

"Tal, please go first, don't wait for me."

"But Your Highness..."

"It's okay," Garlan said with a smile, waving and letting Tal go quickly. "It's no big deal."

Gallan's words just fell off, and the temperature around him dropped abruptly by ten degrees, making Thar shivering.

He looked at the priest, whose eyes had become cold, with a trembling look, and walked away obediently.

As a result, there were only two people, one big and one small, left in a large school.

"It's okay? It's no big deal? You looked at this and really thought, "No big deal"?!"

In front of others, you have to leave a face to your prince, so you could not bear to say anything, and when the others left, Xie Muer started shelling Garland without hesitation.

He lit the loophole in Gallan's hand and stared at Gallan as if it would freeze.

"Your Highness, you are not stupid, you just don't care."

The sound of Xie Muer's speech sounded sentimental and indifferent.

"You repeat the same mistakes every time, and you have no intention of correcting them, but just let yourself continue to make mistakes."

"I don't know what the reason is, but I can see that you don't have the slightest sense of self-motivation, you just want to stay where you are, or even retreat."

The priest of Samash looked at the little blonde prince with his mouth silent, his eyes disappointed.

He still remembers what King Camos said to him last time, so even if he didn’t have much hope for the child at the beginning, he still performed his duties seriously and taught Gallan meticulously. .

He confessed that he was the same for Garland and Heimus, who was more optimistic about himself, and never favored him.

Perhaps he was also looking forward to it, as King Camos said, this child has excellent qualifications, he looked away-but the facts let him very disappointed.

Whether Gallan has the qualities of an excellent king is temporarily unclear, but he knows that if Gallan continues like this, he will never be a qualified heir.

"Compared to His Royal Highness, Heymus, you are much worse. In this way, you will always be left behind by him."

Xie Muer said here, no more words, turned and left here.

Garlan stood looking at the man's leaving back, looked down at the examination paper in his hand, and then snapped the parchment.

He turned around and turned his back to Xie Muer.

Taking his steps and striding forward, he walked in the exact opposite direction to Xie Muer, and the rolled parchment was held tightly in his hands.

Xie Muer, the priest of Samash, my mentor, you who are destined to betray me in the future, have never been on the same road as me.

Since I am destined to disappoint you after more than eight years, it might as well not give you any expectations at the beginning.

...

After walking out of the school hall, there was no one outside. Everyone knew that he should not stay here to see how Gallan was reprimanded by the priests, so no one stayed.

The blond child stood on the high hall, looking down on the wide courtyard below. Under the clear blue sky, the clear lake surface was shimmered by the sunlight. The water wave reflected in his golden pupil, as if there were golden waves in his eyes.

The outermost circle of the academy had a fence connected by bluestone plates, and Gallan's hand jumped up and sat up. The fence is a little high, he can't step on the ground, he can only hang in midair, his calf flicks.

He turned his head and looked back. The bottom of the hall was nearly three meters above the ground, and he looked very tall.

Turning his head back, Garland was sitting on the fence, opening the crumpled parchment paper.

Heimos, someone else's child.

Thinking this way, he couldn't help laughing, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

Looking at the questions on the paper, all of them knew the answer. But Xie Muer was right, he was not stupid, just didn't care, so the answer on the paper was almost half wrong.

He did it deliberately.

Because from the beginning to now, his purpose is only one.

Leaving this palace, far away from Xiemuer, and as far away as possible from the young boy who will kill him later, Huimos.

...Although I feel a little sorry for Brother Camos... He has always been kind to him...

Just as Gallan looked at the roll in a daze, a slight footstep came. He raised his head subconsciously, his eyes aligned with the golden eyes of the teenager who had stood before him.

"Down." The teenager looked at him and said, "It's dangerous to sit there."

Garland looked up and looked at Huimus with his lips closed. He said nothing, didn't answer, and didn't move.

Heimos hesitated and reached out his hand, pointing his finger at the wrong question on the parchment unfolded in front of Garland,

He said: "Here, all the people in the city of Moro live on mines."

I know.

Garland thought, but still kept his mouth closed.

He is in a bad mood now, he doesn't want to talk, let alone talk to this person.

Heimus looked at the child's tight lips and didn't talk to him, not knowing why he was anxious.

He just waited outside before he left, and Xie Muer had taught Garland what he had heard. He also knew that he was used by Xie Muer as an example to teach Gallan, Gallan must be unhappy.

He thought about it and whispered, "I can teach you."

He said this, and reached for the parchment in Gallan's hand.

Garlan grasped it subconsciously and refused to give it to him. Heymus did not know why he suddenly committed stubbornness. He grabbed the other end of the parchment without letting go and insisted that he would pull it out of Garlan.

Gallan was also stubborn at the moment, the more Heimus wanted to snatch, the more he refused to let him take away.

He held the parchment with a sigh of relief and pulled back hard.

The parchment is tough, but no matter how tough it is, it is a thin layer. At the moment, the two people pull it from both ends and they can't bear it immediately.

The next second, with a hissing tear, the parchment broke in the middle.

And Gallan was struggling backwards. He was sitting on the fence, his calves hanging from the ground, and the parchment cracked at this moment, and he lost his stiffness with him, and suddenly he fell backwards. Go on.

Behind him was the edge of an empty platform, and he was about to fall off the platform, nearly three meters high.

One hand stretched out sharply, grabbing his arm.

The hand dragged hard, and Gallan almost fell forward, and he planted his head into Huimus's arms.

"You're stupid! I can't understand you when I come down!!"

Garland, who had almost fallen, had not recovered yet, and was shouted again by Heimus as he turned his head.

The teenager who just grabbed his arm and dragged him back buckled his shoulder, shouting at him ugly.

"Is it my own death to sit in such a dangerous place!!!"

Never seen the expression of Huimos, Garland was fooled by Huimos for a moment.

He stayed open for a while, and the ghost was so distracted that he whispered suddenly.

"……Sorry."

Seeing the moment when Gallan nearly fell from his own eyes, Huimus seemed to feel a pause in his heart.

After pulling the opponent back, he shouted at the child out of control.

In such a high place, there is a hard slate floor below. Once it falls...

Thinking of the consequences, the teenager couldn't help shouting at the other party.

He wanted to scold it, but a sudden whisper of sorry came over and blocked his anger in his throat.

The blond kid looked up at him, and his big slap face, big golden eyes, looked at him with a little grievance in his eyes, which made him feel so soft.

Heimus opened his mouth and suddenly couldn't roar.

He sighed and reached for a heavy blow on the child's forehead, opening his mouth to say something.

However, he just opened his mouth and hadn't had time to speak.

"Ah--! What are you doing to His Highness Garland!"

A scream rang abruptly.

The screaming little fat man led a group of people and rushed violently in front of Huimus.

"Did you hit His Highness Garland?"

"Yes, Prince Huimus, how can you do such a thing?"

"It's too much to bully the small!"

"You must be jealous of His Royal Highness Garland. Jealous of him is more favored by King Camos than you!"

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A group of teenagers began to condemn Prince Huimus, who had "bullyed" Prince Garland. For a time, the group was excited.

I just felt that there was a bunch of mosquitoes in my ear that made the annoying Heimus turn his head and glanced at Garland next to him.

He saw the child standing on the spot, his big eyes blinking and blinking, his eyes dripping and turning as he looked at the scene. That look obviously did not intend to help him explain, but a look waiting to watch a good show.

Seeing the child change back to its old, eccentric appearance, no longer as languid as the beginning of a listless look, Huimus somehow feels much better.

The corner of his mouth flicked up, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and dragged Gallan, who was waiting to see the liveliness, over him, blocking him.

Before Garland responded, he was dragged to the front by Huimos.

Heimos stood behind him, grabbed his left shoulder with one hand and held him down, his right hand pinched his chin.

Immediately afterwards, Huimos smiled at the group of fat men across from him.

"No movement." He said, "His Royal Highness is now in my hands. If you move, I will treat you politely."

Everyone, the little fat man: "???"

Garland: "..............."

You are your high princess, your family is your princess!

Gallan, who had been waiting to see Huimos being held together by the crowd, became hostage without paying attention.

Then the teenager who was holding the'Little Princess' as a hostage looked relaxed, and under the eyes of everyone, he took the'Little Princess' together and left with ease.

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