A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"what happened?"

When Garlan carried the little lion back, covered in bruises and bruises, it caused a chaos in the greenhouse.

Probably knowing that he was in trouble, the little milk lion circled around Garlan's feet after being put down, and stopped whining.

When Garlan was picked up by King Kamos and prepared to leave, he followed Kamos on his short legs for a few steps, but was stopped by the middle-aged maid at the door. It sat down on the ground, its big eyes looked at Garlan as he left, the fur all over its body wilted, and it looked like a pitiful little creature that had been abandoned.

Gallan, who was hurriedly carried back by King Camos, was first sent into the bathtub by a group of young maids to take a bath - he resisted with all his strength and did not let the maids help him wash from head to toe, and because of this he let the maids wash him from head to toe. Snickered for a long time.

Although he is a child physically, he is already a teenager who is about to become an adult mentally. If the years of rebirth are included, he is actually an adult.

How could he have the nerve to let those maids who were still girls rub him up and down like this?

However, although he did not let the young maids take care of him to bathe, the small wounds on his arms and legs were still carefully cleaned by the maids to prevent sand and dust from remaining in the wounds.

By the time all this trouble was over, the sun had already set in the west, and it was already evening.

Little Garlan, who had been washed clean and became whiter and more tender, came to the side hall. On the high platform covered with white soft cloth, King Camos was sitting cross-legged on it.

The alluring aroma hit the nostrils, and a variety of delicacies were served on exquisite jade plates and placed in front of King Camos.

When Garlan entered, King Camos was sitting there, holding a piece of parchment in one hand and looking at it, and holding a spoon in the other hand. When he had time, he stuffed a few mouthfuls into his mouth and chewed it casually. , swallow it, that gesture looks so rude and has no image at all.

The servants stood quietly on both sides with calm expressions. They were obviously used to their king's unruly behavior. After Kamos finished reading the parchment, he grabbed a quill and quickly wrote a few words on it, then threw it away to the waiting servant. The attendant skillfully stretched out his hands and caught the parchment flying in an arc in the air without changing his expression. After bowing and saluting King Camos, he quickly left with the parchment.

Kamos turned his head, got off the platform, and strode towards Garlan.

His eyes swept over Garlan and paused when he landed on the purple bruise on his right arm. In fact, those were just external injuries, but because Garlan's skin was originally white and delicate, the large bruises looked a bit scary.

Kamos stretched out his hand, lifted up his little brother, turned around, placed it on the edge of the high platform, then turned to signal to the doctor waiting next to him.

The doctor in white robes who had been called long ago bowed and saluted, and then stepped forward. The medical girls who had come with him had already followed him with ointments and other treatment items. Then, under the doctor's instructions, two medical women each held one of Garlan's arms and gently applied the transparent, colorless milky ointment to his wound.

Garlan sat on the edge of the high platform, both hands were grabbed, and he could only let those people manipulate him.

An alluring aroma hit his nostrils, and he turned his head subconsciously, and the dazzling array of delicacies placed on the white cloth jumped into his sight.

He swallowed a gulp of saliva. The child's body was not always hungry. After another afternoon of hard work, the wound started to hurt even though he took a bath. Now that he looked at so many delicious foods, Garlan immediately felt his stomach ache. Very hungry.

However, two medical women were applying ointment to him, and his arms were grasped by them. He had no hands to eat at all, and could only look at the delicious food right in front of him. He could see it, but he couldn't eat it. It was really too much. An ordeal.

Another burst of fragrance hit his nostrils, and Garlan swallowed again, then turned his eyes away with difficulty, no longer looking at the delicacies that tempted him.

However, as soon as he turned his head, King Camos, who noticed his actions, laughed, scooped up a little meat soup with a silver spoon, and handed it to his mouth. Looking at that posture, he actually wanted to feed him with his own hands.

He was stunned for a moment by the silver spoon that suddenly hit him, and the tempting aroma of meat soup surrounded his nose.

Gallan resisted the desire to open his mouth and swallow the food right in front of his mouth, and shook his head.

"No."

He wasn't really a child, so he still felt a little embarrassed being fed like this all the time.

He thought, just endure it and wait until the medicine is applied.

He shook his head and said, "I'm not very hungry yet."

As soon as the child finished speaking, he grunted, and his stomach made an embarrassing sound.

Garlan: "..."

King Camos raised his eyebrows, and the maids next to him covered their mouths and let out low laughter.

Anyway, his face was almost lost, so Garlan simply broke the jar, opened his mouth and swallowed the meat soup from the silver spoon in one gulp.

Camos fed him a bite, and he took a bite.

It's okay, I'm just a kid.

At least that's how it seems to others, so it's not a shame.

He comforted himself in this way while being fed by Camos one bite at a time.

Fortunately, although a child's body is not constantly hungry, his appetite is small, so Garlan was full quickly, and then shook his head and refused the food Kamos continued to hand.

Until he was full, the two medical women were still massaging the bruised areas with ointment, and they seemed not to stop for a while. It hurt a little at first, but then the medicine dissipated and the pain disappeared. Garlan was massaged by them until he became drowsy.

And just when his little head couldn't help but start to doze off little by little, Shermer brought Heimos to see King Camos, and drove away all his sleepiness in one fell swoop.

Obviously, the four candidates have decided on the final winner.

Garlan knew it was Heimos without even thinking about it.

Sure enough, after King Camos nodded in approval, Shemuel came in quickly, followed by the young man that Garlan had expected. However, Heimos looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

The light-colored clothes were stained with dirt and dust, with patches of black and white patches, and traces of tears in many places. The trousers on the right foot were torn open from below the knee to a large hole, and the exposed skin was deep. Bluish purple. Heimos' black hair was almost wet with sweat and stuck to his face, and the corner of one eye was red and swollen. There were bruises and bruises on his arms and exposed shoulders, and there was a long scar on his neck.

The young man followed Shemu'er in, and his eyes fell on King Camos.

The setting sun slanted in from the fiery red sky, over the tall columns, and fell on half of Heimos' handsome face. Garlan saw that the golden-red eyes that fell into the light seemed to be at this moment. Glowing, like a fire cloud from the sky falling into the depths of his pupils, rolling and burning.

That's ambition, that's desire.

Garlan's golden pupils shrank unconsciously.

The black-haired boy below was like a ferocious beast that was growing vigorously, staring eagerly, wanting to devour everything in front of him.

…

After all, he inevitably stood opposite this person.

And this time, can he defeat this terrifying beast?

Or will his throat be bitten off by this ferocious beast again?

A cold object suddenly touched his pursed lips, awakening Garlan from his deep thoughts. He subconsciously looked up and saw a malachite green glass cup placed against his mouth. There were tiny pieces of crushed ice floating in the light-colored juice in the cup.

He subconsciously opened his mouth and was fed a mouthful of cold juice.

After swallowing, Garlan looked up and saw that the person feeding him the glass of juice was indeed King Camos. The man's angular lips raised an arc, and he looked at the smile in his golden-brown pupils. When he saw him looking at her, he smiled and fed him another mouthful, and then put the glass of juice in his hand. superior.

The young Wang seemed to have eaten enough. He was sitting there cross-legged, with one hand on his knee to support his cheek, and he tilted his head to look at him with a smile. The posture was like wanting to watch him eat.

The glass cup was a bit big, and Garlan's hands were too small, so he could only hold the sides of the cup with his two small hands. He lowered his head and drank one mouthful at a time, with half of his face buried in the mouth of the big cup. From the outside, he could only You can see that fluffy little head moving, which makes people want to rub it hard.

Camos smiled.

Daily # My little brother Wang is so cute when he eats~~ # series.

As for the black-haired boy kneeling below, Camos didn't pay attention at all. He just said casually, "I know," and then waved his hand to let Shermer take the boy back.

The attitude of chasing people away without caring made the people on the left and right look at each other, with eyes that were either thoughtful or understanding. Then, their eyes turned eagerly to the child sitting next to the king, who was still trying to drink the large glass of juice, and completely ignored the other young man who was about to become the king's younger brother.

Shermu'er, who was standing below, watched this scene with cold eyes. His eyes turned and fell on the child whose face was only half visible by the big glass cup.

Thinking that this kid splashed ink all over him and made him dirty, made goosebumps appear on his back. It happened that he was responsible for presiding over the test, so he couldn't deal with it, so he had to endure it and forcefully I endured it for most of the day until all the tests were over before I was freed.

Therefore, when he saw the child now, he remembered the torturous time in the afternoon, so his eyes staring at Garlan became a little sharper.

After putting down the large malachite green glass cup, Garlan raised his eyes and faced Shermuer who was staring at him. Naturally, he knew the reason why Shermuer was staring at him.

So, he bent his eyes and gave Shermer a bright, big smile.

Come up and hit me if you can~~

You dare?

Shermer: “…………”

A bright smile directly turned the priest's cold eyes back, and Garlan was satisfied.

As soon as his eyes turned, he met the young man standing behind Shermu'er again.

The young man glanced over, and the look in his golden-red eyes was very cold. Garlan's heart beat violently, and he felt guilty inexplicably, so he quickly turned his head and looked away.

He remembered that not long ago, he fell down the stone steps, and it was this person who rushed over to catch him without causing him to be more seriously injured. But because he confused dreams with reality, he slapped Heimos as soon as he woke up.

But now, this man was kneeling on the ground in a miserable state with scars all over his body. King Camos, who didn't even bother to look at him, waved him away casually, while he was coaxed by King Camos to drink juice from above.

This kind of differential treatment, as well as old and new grudges, if it were him...

…

Well, if it were him, he would probably be even more unhappy with the other party than Heimos.

However, he did something wrong at noon.

While Garlan was thinking about how to find an opportunity to apologize, Heimos below had already stood up and retreated.

He was in a hurry and without thinking much, he grabbed the box of ointment that he had applied just now, jumped off the stage, and ran out after him.

Shermur, who stayed in the room and was talking to King Camos, subconsciously glanced at Garlan who ran past him. He seemed a little confused and didn't know what the kid was going to do. Camos, on the other hand, looked at Garlan's back and laughed lowly, without saying anything, and continued to discuss disaster relief matters with Shermer.

Heimos was walking outside under the leadership of the attendants, and suddenly the sound of rapid footsteps came from behind.

By the time he realized that the footsteps were chasing him, his left hand had already been grabbed from behind.

He turned around and met those big amber eyes.

Because he was afraid that Heimos would run away, Garlan chased him so fast that he was out of breath while running, and his little face turned slightly red.

"I……"

He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize for hitting Heimos not long ago, but he just said the word 'I', and before he could say the words 'I'm sorry', he was out of breath and busy again. Gone out of breath.

He simply gasped and raised the ointment box in his hand to Heimos.

Just now, King Camos had no intention of letting the doctor who was there take a look at Heimos, but when he saw that Heimos was covered in bruises and scars, he must have given some medicine. ah.

Heimos glanced at the small medicine box that Garlan handed to him, his eyes cold.

He didn't reach for it.

"No."

He said coldly, turning around and leaving quickly without waiting for Garlan to finish his words.

Heimos walked very fast and had already descended the steps in the blink of an eye. Garlan had no time to stop him or finish his words.

He stood there in a daze, holding the cold little medicine box in his hand, watching Heimos' back disappear before his eyes.

His heart slowly sank.

…………

Heimos walked forward quickly, dark broken hair fell in the corners of his eyes, and the shadow fell on his pupils. He looked at the sunset in the distance with deep eyes.

He remembered what he had just seen, the child sitting next to King Camos, obediently letting King Camos feed him juice.

He remembered that not long ago, when he was injured while trying to save the child, he got a slap in the face, and the look of disgust in the child's eyes when he looked at him.

The young man laughed softly, with a deep sense of ridicule hidden in his laughter.

That look of disgust on him is really familiar.

Growing up, he didn't know how many times he had seen such looks.

It's just a look that flatters the powerful and hates the humble.

He remembered what he saw, that child had eyes as clear and bright as golden amber.

He likes those eyes very much. When those eyes look at you, they seem to be shining, clean and untainted by any worldly dust. They are different from the dirty eyes of those people he saw in the past. .

Therefore, he once thought that Garlan with those eyes was different from others... But the facts told him that they were still the same after all, and that child was no different from others.

This is the cold reality.

In this world, status determines everything and strength determines everything.

Heimos thought, tightly clenching the hand hanging by his side.

Only by climbing up and standing at the highest place can you avoid being looked down upon, disliked by others, and despised by others.

One day, he will stand at the highest place.

One day, he will trample under his feet all those who have ever despised him!

………………

Garlan went back lazily holding the small medicine box.

Ah, Heymos has begun to look at me with unkind eyes. It seems that I am one step closer to death.

He thought in a melancholy mood, then turned his eyes and saw King Camos, the culprit of everything, who was still talking to Shermur.

Tsk, I really want to hit him.

…………

In short, in order to survive, I must let Brother Kamos destroy me, the younger brother!

Holding the small medicine box tightly, Garlan once again strengthened his determination.

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Yes, today our destined son is still struggling hard to climb ashore in the mud called Wangdi——