A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Dream……

It's just a dream.

Garlan, who was frightened awake by this dream, let out a long breath.

Why did you suddenly have such a dream?

He was confused.

Do you think about it every day and dream about it at night? Because he was thinking about how to kill Heimos that day, and then he had a dream about burning Heimos to death during his nap?

But that's not right. He was clearly thinking about stabbing him with a knife, which has nothing to do with burning or anything like that?

The more he thought about it, the more confused Garlan became. He raised his hand and slapped himself on the face to wake him up.

In the dream, more than half of Heymos's body was burned by fire, and the stench of burnt flesh filled the air... The scene was really shocking, and even though he now knew it was a dream, he still had lingering fears when he thought about it.

Fortunately it's a dream...

Garlan couldn't sleep due to such a strange nightmare. He thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he simply got out of bed.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, a maid immediately came up to help him wash his face, comb his hair that was messed up by sleeping, and arrange his clothes. Having long been used to it, he stood there, opening his arms and letting them play with them.

After the maids took good care of him in all aspects, the leading female officer led him to another side hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw the priest of Shamash standing there, obviously waiting for him.

Shermer stood holding a scepter, still dressed in white, with no dust visible from head to toe. He was terrifyingly clean and tidy. Even the crown made of laurel branches and leaves on his head was upright. God knows how he did it. Wearing the crown so upright is not crooked at all.

Tsk, this Virgo man——

Garlan complained in his heart, turned his eyes, and saw a group of people standing opposite Shemu'er.

They were all acquaintances, all teenagers, the same group of brats from the royal family's collateral bloodline who were vying to get the position of the king's younger brother.

What are they doing here?

Just as Garlan was thinking about it, those young men who had always looked at him with contempt in the past saw him, and they all gave him "kind" smiles, with a hint of flattery in their smiles. meaning.

Garlan tilted his head.

What is the purpose of this battle?

He turned his questioning eyes to Shermer.

"Your Highness Gallan, they will be sent back tomorrow. However, for various considerations, you can designate one to three of them to stay as your companions in the palace."

As soon as Xie Muer finished speaking, the young men all turned their expectant eyes to Garlan.

Although they are the so-called collateral bloodline of the royal family, the ones with the best family background are just the children of the city lord, and they are definitely incomparable to the real royal family.

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

"As I choose?"

Garlan asked.

"Yes."

Garlan nodded, turned his head, and scanned the group of people with his eyes.

Everyone's expectant eyes fell on him, and among them, the eyes of a round-faced boy were particularly eager. The young man was secretly happy. Fortunately, when so many people were bullying and ostracizing Garlan, he had never participated, and he would occasionally show sympathy and help a little.

No one expected that the child who was looked down upon by everyone and was called a bastard would actually be taken aback by King Camos. Even though the ministers objected, he forced him to become the king's younger brother and took him under his wing himself. To the throne of Dayi - one can imagine how much this child is loved by King Camos.

And among these people at this moment, he was the one who treated him the best. Therefore, the child will definitely choose him.

The round-faced boy thought so confidently, looking at Garlan without blinking, feeling extremely excited.

Garlan's eyes swept over everyone, and then looked behind.

"Just him."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at a little fat man who was desperately trying to shrink himself back, as if he wanted to make his presence disappear.

He said, "He alone will do."

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

Everyone looked at him with dumbfounded expressions of disbelief.

Everyone knows that the little fat man was one of the people who bullied him the most.

"……you sure?"

Even Shermer, who was always taciturn, couldn't help but speak.

With a little investigation, you will know what happened between these children.

"Well, it's him."

Garlan made the final decision.

The named fat man was completely stunned. Until the others were taken away from here, and he was left alone and brought to Garlan, he still kept his mouth open and his face dull. Silly.

When he finally arrived in front of Garlan, he finally reacted. Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked at Garlan with a moved face.

When he saw Garlan becoming the king's younger brother, he had been trembling for the past few days, constantly thinking about various tragic ways to die. He had constant nightmares when he slept at night, he was really scared.

Unexpectedly, Gallan not only did not pursue his original offense, but also let him go as a companion. Not only did he not have to die, he also became the envy of everyone.

"Garlan... No, no, it's His Highness Garlan. You, you are really..." He was so excited that he stuttered when he spoke, "Too generous! So merciful! You can even forgive me for doing this." .”

His mood went through ups and downs, great sorrow and great joy in an instant, and little fat Tarr, who was still a child, was so stimulated that he cried.

He sobbed, wiping tears with the back of his hand.

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

He was almost incoherent. He just raised his head hard, patted his fleshy little chest and swore.

"Your Highness Gallan! Don't worry! I will definitely protect you from now on! I swear to the Sun God Shamash that anyone who wants to harm you in the future will step on me!"

"...Oh, that's up to you."

"Leave it to me, Your Highness!"

The little fat man slapped his fleshy breasts until they made a slapping sound.

He felt that His Highness Gallan must be discerning and noticed what made him unique, so he chose him among so many people!

He was really moved. From now on, he will do whatever His Highness Gallan asks him to do, and he will never point eastward or westward!

However the fact is...

Why choose this little fat guy?

Because he is the worst among this group of people and ranks at the bottom in all tests.

Anyway, I won't last long as the king's brother, so don't waste your talents and find the most useless person to make do with it.

The above is the psychological process of Garlan who chose the little fat Tarr.

Of course, it is impossible for Tal to know the truth of Garlan's thoughts in this life. So, feeling like he had won the jackpot, he was filled with gratitude to Garlan and ran to Garlan's side happily.

Originally, he did that stupid thing just because he wanted to play with this cute-looking kid. Now not only did he not have to be punished, but he could also accompany him to study, which made him extremely happy.

No one, not even Garlan himself, expected that he would point his finger casually.

From then on, the most loyal bastard in his life was born.

…

………………

The fire started.

It was hot, like a red fire snake, tightly wrapping itself around the black-haired boy.

The long tongue that hissed at the flames licked the skin into blackened coals.

The stench of burning flesh permeates everywhere...

A brown hand stretched out from the flames and struggled to dig its fingers into the cracks in the stone. The fingertips were dripping with blood.

The struggling hand seemed to be screaming silently, asking for help from someone unknown.

... The weird black water flowed down, but the fire burned fiercely in the black water. Amidst the screams and shouts of everyone, the flame quickly ignited along the arms that were desperately stretched out, and in an instant, the painful and struggling man was ignited. The young man swallowed it completely——

…

The child suddenly woke up from his dream again.

Garlan sat on the bed holding his head, rubbing his hair vigorously with both hands, making his hair as messy as a chicken coop. The cold sweat from his nightmare stuck a few strands of his forehead to his forehead, and the tips of his ears were extremely red.

Holding his head and panting rapidly with lingering fear, he stared blankly ahead, with a blank look on his face.

what is going on?

Garlan felt that his whole body was about to get bad.

He originally thought that dream was just an accident, but who knew that since that day, he has been having this dream again and again almost every day.

Sometimes at night, sometimes at noon, I kept having this nightmare repeatedly.

Garlan covered his forehead. The hair on his temples that his fingers touched was a little wet. It was soaked with sweat and sticky, which made him very uncomfortable.

He could now confirm that this was definitely not something he thought about every day and dreamed about every night, because he didn't want to have this damn nightmare at all!

He is not a psychopath. Even if he is his mortal enemy, he is terrified when he sees that person being burned alive by the flames every day. He has not touched any of the barbecued food in the past few days. The female officer asked him if he was used too much by him. It's hot and I don't want to eat it too much, so I'm confused.

But if he continues like this, let alone eating it, he will probably feel sick whenever he sees barbecue.

But why exactly...

Why did he have this dream?

Garlan covered his face, closed his eyes and took a breath to calm down.

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

Logically speaking, if he didn't go to the greenhouse to see Nerga at this time, the little lion would start to lose his temper and make a fuss. But this time, he thought about it and did not go to the greenhouse. Instead, he quickly ran to Heimos alone.

Heymos's residence was as deserted as ever. Except for a few guards standing at the door, there was no one inside.

As soon as you walk into this small courtyard, you can hear the brisk sound of running water, because there is a small stream that circles half a circle along the courtyard. On the night when Heimos had a fever, he went to this stream to wash his hands.

As soon as Garlan walked into the small courtyard, he looked up and saw that familiar figure standing in the creek.

The stream was not very deep, and when Heimos stood in it, the water was barely up to his waist.

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

When Garlan came closer, like an alert beast that had been invaded on its territory, Heimos suddenly raised his head, and his golden-red eyes shot in Garlan's direction with sharp gazes.

After seeing the person clearly, the sharpness in his razor-like gaze faded slightly.

The young man raised his hand and lifted the wet black hair in front of his eyes with his dripping fingers, revealing his golden-red eyes that became brighter and brighter in the sunlight.

Garlan squatted down by the stream, holding his cheek with one hand while looking up and down at Heimos.

This person obviously looks fine and nothing is wrong with him.

He thought to himself as he watched.

So why do I keep having that terrible dream?

The honey-colored skin that has been soaked with water glows with a dark brown luster under the bright sunlight, with a watery sheen.

The wet black hair sticks to the young man's handsome cheek. A trace of water on the tip of the hair slides along the honey-colored skin to the slightly pointed chin, and then drips onto the water in front of the young man, making a small dot. Water circle.

The wet hair fell down sideways, and the shadow covered most of Heymos's right eye. Only a golden-red left eye was exposed, and the shadow of the child squatting by the stream was reflected in the eye.

The thin lips are moist red, and the lip line is a little angular, giving people a sense of toughness.

A body with well-proportioned bones, wide shoulders and narrow waist, covered with tight muscles, with clear lines and traces of texture.

Well, what a beautiful boy.

Staring at Heimos in the water, Garlan thought and accidentally went astray.

Speaking of which, even if he is a mortal enemy, he has to admit that this person is really good-looking.

When he grows up, he will also be a handsome man. Logically speaking, he should be very popular with girls.

However, when Heimos grew up, the gloomy aura and evil spirit all over his body covered up most of his originally good appearance, coupled with his sinister eyes that were like poisonous snakes and lizards that could send chills down the back... …

Garlan couldn't help but think.

No wonder this guy was already in his twenties, but there was no woman around him. He looked gloomy all day long. Which woman would dare to approach him?

Um?

Speaking of which...

"Heimos."

"What?"

"Where's your bandage?"

"ha?"

"..." Garlan scratched his head, "Don't you have the habit of tying a bandage on your arm? I saw the dagger on you that day... Well, someone told me that you should take the bandage off after tying it on your arm. Use it with a dagger to kill people more conveniently."

He raised his hand to push back his wet black hair, revealing an upturned dark eyebrow. Heimos glanced at him.

"Who told you such stupid things?"

Garlan: "..."

This is stupid stuff you said to me when you were in your twenties.

At that time, no matter what time, your right hand was tightly tied with a white bandage, from the upper arm to the palm, it was tied tightly.

When he was reborn into this world for the first time, he and Heimos were waiting together in the outer hall to meet King Kamos. At that time, he still had the mentality of a game and did not know Heimos's intentions. Awesome, because he was bored with waiting and looking at the white bandage on the man's arm, he couldn't help but asked out of curiosity.

That's what Heimos said at that time.

'Use a bandaged hand to grip the sword tighter and kill better. ’

When Heimos said these words, the hand covered with snow-white bandages was pressed on the dagger at his waist, and the golden-red eyes stared at him coldly like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

The last two words of 'killing' seemed to have been bitten into pieces by the man and swallowed bite by bite.

He even had the feeling that the man would pull out a sharp blade with his bandaged hand and pierce him in the next second——

…

………………

Waking up from his memories, Garlan thought as he looked at the young man in front of him.

Speaking of which, this time, ever since I met Heimos as a boy, I have never seen him with a bandage on his hand.

In other words, was that habit developed later?

While Garlan was still pondering here, the young man standing in the stream over there said another word.

"Anyone who believes this is stupid."

Garlan: "..."

He never knew that Heimos as a boy had such an attribute as a poisonous tongue.

Forget it, don’t mess with this guy anymore.

Garlan, who had been choked several times, didn't want to talk to this guy anymore. He was about to stand up, but suddenly remembered something, so he squatted down again. He reached into his waist and took out something, then stretched out his hand in front of Heimos.

"Want it?"

Gallan chuckled and showed Heimos the pills he was going to get in the morning, with a proud expression on his face.

Then, he gave Heimos a wicked smile that he thought was very successful.

"If you want it, beg me~~"

Heimos stood in the stream, and the transparent stream flowed past him. It was ice cold, and his soaked clothes were swaying in the water with the current.

He turned sideways and looked at the child squatting by the stream and extending his hand to him.

The small hands were as white and tender as translucent in the sun, holding a milky white pill on them.

The round pill rolled around in the child's slightly red palm.

The child squatting there and smiling at him had a cute little face with a sweet smile, his big eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon, and even his speaking voice was like a sweet cake, soft, waxy, sweet.

That soft and waxy feeling seemed to wrap up the cold and hard thing in his chest, making it soft and waxy, revealing a sweetness that he had never felt before.

…………

Just as Gallan was smiling and waiting for Heimos to ask him, the boy who was staring at him suddenly leaned forward.

Wet black hair hung down on his wrist, and a wet hand held his outstretched hand, and the water droplets wet the back of his hand.

Before Garlan could react, he felt something lightly touch his palm, as if he was touched by a soft feather.

Just like last time, in just one second, Heimos swallowed the pill in Garlan's palm with a click.

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

The handsome face that was very close to Garlan raised his thin lips and raised his eyebrows and smiled at Garlan.

…………

Garlan couldn't even get angry anymore.

He looked angrily at Heimos, who had already stood up and walked out of the stream. The water dripping from the man even splashed a little on him.

With a look of displeasure on his face, he put his hand into the stream and rubbed it vigorously, as if he had deliberately washed his hands to show Heimos.

What's up with your habit of always eating from other people's hands?

Did you learn it from Nerga?

That little guy now doesn't even look at the food that's thrown in front of him. He rushes over to bite the things I'm holding, and gnaws and licks my hands, which makes my hands all wet. It's its saliva.

But the little guy who has just been weaned did that to act coquettishly towards me. Heimos, what are you doing with the same virtues as him?

Could it be that he is also acting like a spoiled child like Nega?

This last sentence popped out of his mind, and Garlan himself shivered at the cold joke.

Heimos acted coquettishly on him...

No, no, no, no—this lady is so scary! So scary!

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

After crushing the terrible thought in his mind, throwing it into the trash can and stomping on it twice, Garlan finally recovered from the horror.

He didn't pay attention to Heimos, who had just snatched the pills from his hand, and ran away.

He quickly ran to the greenhouse to take a look, and sure enough, he found that Nerga, who had not arrived, was having a temper, and bit his brothers and sisters who were smaller than him. But it. And although it is small, it is very domineering. It loses its temper and refuses to eat, so no one can eat it. All the pots with food were overturned by it, and the food was scattered all over the floor. It was so noisy that the whole greenhouse was in a frenzy.

The maids stood nearby but did not dare to stop him, fearing that they would not be able to stop him. They were all extremely anxious.

It wasn't until Gallan opened the door and ran in that their eyes lit up and they breathed a sigh of relief.

The round ears of the little milk lion who was biting into a ball with his brothers moved, as if he heard Garlan's footsteps. He raised his head and looked over with his big eyes. When he saw Garlan, Suddenly he whined happily.

It knocked away another lion cub that was about to bite it, and ran towards Garlan happily, circling around Garlan.

Looking at the messy greenhouse in front of him and the little Nerga wandering around him, Garlan's eyes twitched.

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

These tender meat balls are specially made for the little lions who are in a semi-weaning state. They use the most tender minced meat and a little milk mixed in, which can attract the little lions to eat.

He looked angrily at Little Nega, who was grabbing his ankle and looking at the meatball in his hand. He didn't bother to squat down, so he threw a meatball to it.

The meatballs fell to the ground and rolled, right at the feet of the little lion. You could eat them as soon as you lowered your head. But the little lion took a look, but didn't move on Garlan's feet.

Soon, the meatball rolled away. The little lion didn't even look at it anymore. He continued to raise his little head, trying hard to grab Gallan's calf with his little paws, and pointed at the meatball in Gallan's hand. Those meatballs were squealing.

Gallan, unable to do anything with it, could only squat down and stretch out his hand.

The little milk lion immediately came over happily, put its fluffy little head on Gallan's hand, licked his rough little tongue on Gallan's hand, rolled those little meatballs into his mouth and smashed them Swallowed it in loudly.

Garlan looked at the little lion leaning on his hand to swallow meatballs and swishing its tail. He suddenly remembered the scene not long ago when Heimos held his hand and lowered his head to swallow pills. One scene.

...an inexplicable sense of sight...

Is it his imagination?

There is always a feeling... that he now 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.

Absolutely an illusion!

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……………………

Time flies so fast, a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

King Camos is still the same as before. He dotes on his younger brother so much that he basically takes her with him wherever he goes. He even specially arranges Garlan's residence in a side hall next to his palace.

But within a month, this little brother Wang started to cause headaches to many people. Because Garlan and his little dog Tal often caused some troubles in the palace. Although they never made any big mistakes, they made small mistakes constantly, making the palace, which was supposed to be solemn and quiet, very chaotic and noisy. No rest.

However, King Camos indulged him very much and never punished Garlan once. When others complained, he laughed and touched his little brother's head and said, "It's better for the child to be more energetic." It’s better to be 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, causing trouble to others every day - but King Camos' father, the former King Aaron Landis, would at least teach the troublemaker Camos a lesson. pause. But now, Kamos not only refuses to discipline his naughty little brother, but also indulges him so much. How can he do it in the future?

Everyone is worried about this.

However, as the culprit, Garlan was even more worried than them.

Why is Brother Camos not angry at all?

He deliberately relied on his identity as a child and acted like a naughty child, causing trouble every day, just to annoy Brother Camos and make him kick him out.

But looking at Brother Wang's eyes... he actually supports him?

King Camos: "Very good, you have the same style as before. Keep going, I will support you."

Garlan: "..."

The first plan failed and was cancelled.

Fortunately, there is a second plan that has been going on simultaneously.

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

This is an open hall with no walls and only dozens of columns supporting the vaulted roof. The bright sunshine illuminated the school hall brightly, and the breeze blew into the school hall with the water vapor from the clear lake on one side of the hall and the fragrance of lotus flowers in the water.

On one side of the school hall is a large courtyard with a lotus pond, and on the other side is the martial arts training ground. It is very vast and even connected to a large grassland where horses can gallop. It is specially used for these children to train martial arts, archery, etc. Used in riding.

The blond child sat cross-legged in the hall, with others surrounding him like stars over the moon.

There are no tables and chairs in the school hall, only soft carpets. Everyone sits cross-legged on the ground when studying. Those surrounding Garlan were all teenagers older than Garlan, some of whom were even about to reach adulthood.

These young people are all current ministers, or direct descendants of powerful people. It is customary for these direct descendants to accompany the heir to the throne to study together.

Firstly, it is to allow the successor to better understand his future subordinates. Secondly, this is also the best way for these future national ministers to build a relationship with the future king.

Therefore, they almost all sat with Garlan as the center.

There was only one person, faintly squeezed out by the crowd, sitting alone on the other side.

King Camos chose two of his younger brothers a month ago.

One is the young Prince Garlan.

The other one is the slightly older Prince Heimos.

But anyone with eyesight can see... no, even a blind person can see that King Camos doesn't like Prince Heimos who was selected by the ministers according to the test method, but prefers him to choose him personally. The little prince of Gallan.

So far, he seemed to have only allowed Garlan to call him king brother, and Heimos had never called him that once.

Therefore, when the king's brother was mentioned, the first reaction of everyone in the palace was the blond child. The other person was always called Prince Heimos, not the younger brother of King Heimos.

Naturally, everyone gathered around Garlan, while Heimos was deserted and no one cared.

There are even some people who deliberately use various means to exclude and target Heimos in order to please Garlan, and want to teach him a lesson from time to time.

After all, in their opinion, the existence of Heimos is causing trouble for Garlan, so Garlan must be very unhappy with his existence. If they can teach Heimos a lesson, they can gain Garlan's favor.

"Your Highness Garlan."

Although Shemuer was designated as Garlan's tutor by King Camos, he also had to assist King Camos in handling political affairs on a daily basis. Therefore, there was only one day a week when he would take time to teach Garlan.

...Although the results of this month's teaching made him feel that all the time he took out of his busy schedule was spent feeding the dogs.

At this moment, he expressionlessly slapped a piece of parchment on Garlan's hand. He slapped it down so hard that it made a snapping sound, and Garlan almost lost his grip.

The child took a look at the parchment. Well, as expected, it was inferior and failed.

When the people next to him saw the grades on Gallan's paper, they subconsciously folded their own papers to block their own results.

That's right, among this group of people, Garlan is the only one who received a low rating.

The others are basically upper-class, and the lowest is middle-to-upper class. After all, those who are qualified to accompany students are all selected with excellent qualifications, so there is not even one who is average.

Oh, no, there is another special one. The little fat guy chosen by Garlan was always average, stuck in the middle.

However, everyone has become accustomed to the fact that Garlan's grades have been hovering between the lower and middle grades for more than a month.

Although some people complained about this in their hearts and began to look down on Garlan a little, on the surface of course they still fawned and praised Garlan in various ways.

Shermer walked to Heimos, who was sitting alone on the other side, and handed him another piece of parchment in his hand.

Only Gallan and Heimos, who are princes, are personally reviewed, distributed and taught by Shermer. The other young boys who accompany them are naturally responsible for it by other teachers.

The priest of Shamash looked at Heimos with a satisfied look.

"You did well, Your Highness Heimos."

he praised.

Shermer is an extremely strict person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Anyone who can be praised by him must have performed extremely well.

In the past month, Heimos's performance in all aspects has been excellent, and he is the most outstanding existence among everyone. He is in extreme contrast with Garlan.

After praising Heimos, Shermer looked at Garlan with an expressionless expression.

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

Garlan scratched his head.

No matter how bad his grades were, the other teachers never dared to say anything to him. Only his tutor, Xie Muer, was so stubborn that he would be severely criticized every time he came.

He didn't refute and nodded, indicating that he understood.

The group of teenagers who were surrounding him and still trying to comfort him did not dare to offend the serious and upright Shamash priest. They stood up one by one and left honestly. Only the little fat man, although he was scared to death of Shemu'er, he still held on because he was loyal and didn't want to leave Gallan behind and get scolded.

Shermur glanced at Tal and repeated it again.

"Tal, leave immediately."

Xie Muer's words made the little fat man nervous. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered.

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

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

"But Your Highness..."

"It's okay," Garlan said with a smile, waving for Tal to leave quickly, "It's no big deal."

As soon as Garlan finished speaking, the temperature around him suddenly dropped by ten degrees, which was so cold that Tal shivered.

He tremblingly looked at the priest, whose eyes had turned cold, and left obediently.

As a result, there were only two people left in the huge academy, one senior and one junior.

"It's okay? No big deal? When you look at this, do you really think 'no big deal'?!"

In front of others, he had to save some face for His Highness the Prince, so he suppressed his silence. As soon as the others left, Shermer began to bombard Garlan without any courtesy.

He clicked on the paper full of holes in Gallan's hand and stared at Gallan with eyes so cold that they seemed to freeze.

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

Shermer's voice sounded emotionless and cold.

"You keep repeating the same mistakes every time, and instead of correcting them, you allow yourself to continue making them."

"I don't know what the reason is, but I can see that you have no ambition at all and just want to stay where you are, or even retreat."

Priest Shamash looked at the blond little prince who pursed his lips and said nothing, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

He always remembered what King Camos said to him last time, so even if he didn't have high hopes for this child at first, he still performed his duties seriously and taught Garlan meticulously. .

He believed that he treated Garlan and Heimos, whom he was more optimistic about, equally and never showed any favoritism.

Perhaps he was also expecting in his heart that, as King Camos said, this child had excellent qualifications, but he was mistaken - but the fact made him very disappointed.

He couldn't tell yet whether Garlan had the qualifications to be an excellent king, but he knew that if Garlan continued like this, he would never be a qualified successor.

"Compared with His Highness Heymos, you are far behind. If this continues, you will always be left behind by him."

Having said this, Xie Muer said no more, turned around and left the place.

Garlan stood there and watched the man's leaving figure, then looked down at the exam paper in his hand, and then closed the parchment with a snap.

He turned around, his back to Shermer.

He stepped forward and strode forward. He was walking in the completely opposite direction to Shermer, and he held the rolled parchment tightly in his hands.

Shemuel, the priest of Shamash, my mentor, you are destined to betray me in the future, and you have never been on the same path as me.

Since I am destined to disappoint you after more than eight years, it is better not to give you any expectations from the beginning.

…

After walking out of the school hall, there was no one outside. Everyone knew that they should not stay here to watch Garlan being scolded by the priest, so no one stayed.

The blond child stood on the high platform, looking down at the wide courtyard below. Under the blue sky, the clear lake water sparkled in the sunlight. The water waves reflected in his golden pupils, as if there were golden water waves rippling in his eyes.

The outermost circle of columns in the academy had a fence connected with bluestone slabs. Garlan jumped on it with his hands. The fence was a bit high, and when he sat on it, his feet couldn't reach the ground. He could only hang in mid-air, his calves swaying.

He turned and looked back. The bottom of the hall was nearly three meters above the ground. It looked quite high.

Turning back, Garlan just sat on the fence and opened the crumpled parchment that he had grasped.

Huymos, someone else's child.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but laugh a little, and he laughed a little at himself.

Looking at the questions on the paper, he knew the answers to all of them. But Shermer was right. He was not stupid, he just didn't care, so almost half of the answers on the paper were wrong.

He did this on purpose.

Because from the beginning to now, he has only one purpose.

Leave this palace, stay as far away from Shermer, and stay as far away from the young Heimos who will kill him in the future as possible.

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

Just as Garlan was looking at the paper in a daze, the sound of slight footsteps came over. He subconsciously raised his head and his eyes met the golden-red eyes of the young man who was already standing in front of him.

"Come down." The boy looked at him and said, "It's dangerous to sit there."

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Garlan raised his head, pursed his lips and looked at Heimos. He did not say a word, did not answer, and also did not move.

Heimos hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and touched a wrong question on the parchment spread out in front of Garlan with his fingertips.

He said: "Here, the people in Moro City make their living from the mines."

I know.

Garlan thought to himself, but still kept his mouth closed and said nothing.

He was in a bad mood now and didn't want to talk, let alone talk to this person.

Heimos looked at the child who pursed his lips and refused to speak to him, feeling a little anxious for some reason.

He had been waiting outside just now and had not left. He had heard all the words Shermuer lectured Gallan. He also knew that Garlan must have been unhappy because he was used by Shemuer as an example to teach Garlan a lesson.

He thought for a moment and whispered, "I can teach you."

As he said this, he reached out to take the parchment in Garlan's hand.

Garlan subconsciously tightened his grip and refused to give it to him, but Heimos seemed to have suddenly become stubborn for some reason. He grabbed the other end of the parchment and did not let go, forcing it to be pulled out of Garlan's hand.

Gallan was also very stubborn at this moment. The more Heimos tried to snatch it away, the more he refused to let Heimos take it away.

Holding his breath, he grabbed the parchment and pulled it back hard.

Parchment paper is tough, but no matter how tough it is, it is only a thin layer. Now that it was pulled from both ends by two people, it immediately became unbearable.

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

And Garlan was pushing back. He was originally sitting on the fence, with his calves hanging in the air and his feet unable to touch the ground. At this moment, the parchment tore open and the strength to fight him was gone, and he suddenly fell backwards. Go down.

Behind him was the edge of an empty high platform, and he was about to fall off the nearly three-meter-high platform——

A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

The hand pulled hard, and Gallan, who almost fell, moved forward and fell into Heimos' arms.

"You're stupid! I don't understand when I ask you to come down!!"

Gallan, who almost fell down, had not recovered yet, but when he turned around, Heimos yelled at him again and was stunned.

The young man who just grabbed his arm and pulled him back held his shoulders tightly and yelled at him with an ugly expression.

“Are you asking for death by sitting in such a dangerous place!!!”

He had never seen such an expression on Heimos's face before, and Garlan was stunned by Heimos's roar for a moment.

He stayed with his mouth open for a long time, and by some strange coincidence, he suddenly whispered something.

"……sorry."

Seeing with his own eyes the moment when Garlan almost fell from his eyes, Heimos felt as if his heart stopped.

After dragging the other person back, he suddenly lost control and yelled at the child.

It's such a high place, and there is a hard stone floor below. Once you fall...

When he thought of the consequences, the young man couldn't help but roar at the other party.

He originally wanted to curse, but the sudden whisper of sorry suddenly choked his anger in his throat.

The blond child raised his head, with a pair of big golden eyes looking at him on his palm-sized face. There was a hint of grievance in his eyes, which made people feel extremely soft just by looking at him.

Heimos opened his mouth, but he couldn't roar anymore.

He sighed, reached out and hit the child hard on the forehead, and opened his mouth to say something.

However, when he opened his mouth, he didn't have time to speak.

"Ah——! What are you doing to His Highness Garlan!"

A scream suddenly sounded next to him.

The screaming little fat man led a group of people and rushed to Heimos aggressively.

"Did you hit His Highness Garlan?"

"That's right, Prince Heimos, how could you do such a thing?"

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

"You must be jealous of His Highness Gallan, jealous that he is favored by King Camos more than you!"

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A group of teenagers began to denounce Prince Heimos who had 'bullied' Prince Garlan, and for a while, the crowd became excited.

Heimos, who felt a bunch of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears annoyingly, turned his head and glanced at Garlan next to him.

He saw the child standing there, his big eyes blinking, and his eyeballs rolling around as he looked at the scene in front of him. From that look, he obviously had no intention of explaining to him, but looked like he was waiting for a good show.

Seeing that the child had returned to his usual quirky appearance, no longer as listless as before, Heimos felt that he was in a much better mood for some reason.

He raised the corner of his mouth, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pulled Garlan, who was waiting to watch the excitement, over and blocked him in front of him.

Before Garlan could react, Heimos pulled him in front of him.

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

Immediately afterwards, Heimos smiled at the group of fat guys opposite.

"Don't move." He said, "The princess is in my hands now. If you move, I will be rude to the princess."

Everyone: "???"

Garlan: "………………"

You are the princess and your whole family is the princess!

Garlan, who was waiting to see Heimos being attacked by everyone, accidentally became a hostage.

Then the young man who held the 'little princess' as a hostage calmly and happily left here with the 'little princess' under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The author has something to say: Brother Wang, it’s not good, the little prince (king) master (brother) has been captured by the big devil again——[That’s not right.

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