A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

In the early morning, in an inconspicuous house in Vinal City, a middle-aged man with a rich body and a big belly had already stood up.

This is a civilian area but close to the wealthy areas of the city. Most of the people living here are wealthy businessmen who have only been rich for one or two generations. They are richer than ordinary people, but their families are also owned by wealthy people who have been passed down from generation to generation. The nobles looked down upon him.

In this flood, this group of people suffered the most losses. Most of their houses were washed away, and most of their originally relatively good wealth was lost, or even all of it was reduced to nothing. Their relatively wealthy life suddenly disappeared. In embarrassment. In addition, the officials of Vinal City were slow to respond to the floods. Therefore, this group of people, as well as some civilians, chose to leave Vinal City and go to other nearby cities to seek life.

At this moment, half of this house had been destroyed by water and there were still two rooms that were still intact. The rich middle-aged man gently knocked on the door of one of them.

After a while, the door opened with a creak, and a blond child appeared at the door, looking up at the man.

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, looking a little cautious, and whispered: "Your Highness..."

"Call me Gal."

The child looked at him with a pair of big golden amber eyes and said so.

"Yes, it is."

The rich man coughed uncomfortably, answered, and then stood up straight.

He said: "King... well, um, Gal, it's time for us to set off."

This man is not an ordinary civilian. He is a hidden member of the Supervisory Office. He is a secret agent, using his identity as an inconspicuous middle-class wealthy businessman to investigate matters handed down from above.

This time, he and several colleagues tried their best to secretly send out news about the problem in Vinal City. Most of the news that Xie Mu'er and the others had been waiting to find out these days came from them.

However, what he didn't expect was that King Camos came in person, and what frightened him the most was that in order to rescue those missing children, a noble prince like Gallan would actually risk his life.

However, even though he was extremely panicked, to be noticed by the Supervisory Office and promoted to a offline person, this man must have certain abilities. When Garlan said that, he coughed, controlled his expression, then reached out to hold the hand that Garlan stretched out to him, held his 'little nephew', and carried two people on his back. The servant with the heavy burden left.

He looked like one of the very ordinary wealthy businessmen who went bankrupt due to the flood. He took his nephew, the only two servants and property left, and wanted to leave the flooded city of Vinal and plan to go to another place. A city begins life again.

When the man led his 'little nephew' out of the room, a dark shadow flashed across the ajar door, and a man appeared at the door, looking through the crack in the door at the back of the child who was gradually retreating.

The young man stood there quietly, most of his face hidden in the shadows. Those golden-red eyes were hidden in the shadow behind the door, making it difficult to see clearly the expression in the boy's eyes as he stared at the leaving child. Only the ray of light from the crack in the door fell on the straight bridge of his nose. , fell on his thin lips that he pressed hard, giving people an extremely sharp feeling.

"Prince Heimos, it's time for us to set off."

There were other people in the room, and one of them stepped forward and spoke to Heimos in a low voice.

"We have to get to Ayr Town before they do."

Ayr Town is a central town not far from Vinard City. It is not big, but it is quite prosperous because it is located at an important traffic thoroughfare. Starting from Vinard City, it only takes half a day by horseback. arrive.

Especially during this period, thieves frequently appeared on the roads leading from Vinard City to other cities, so many bankrupt wealthy businessmen and civilians who planned to leave Vinard City chose to gather in that town and formed The large team would then pool their money together to hire the town's escorts or some wandering rangers to escort them to other cities.

But even so, many small teams were still attacked by thieves on their way out of Ayr Town to other cities.

By the time Heimos and the others arrived outside the town of Ayr, the town was already full of people, almost all of whom had fled. At first glance, the temporary tents were densely packed, and there were many poor people sleeping in the open with a few bundles of straw.

The crowd was bustling and noisy. As I got a little closer, I felt a constant buzzing in my ears, and I had to speak louder to hear the people around me.

They got a little further away, found the agreed-upon marking spot, dismounted behind a big tree, and were immediately greeted by someone.

"Where is King Camos?"

Heimos asked.

"The king has gone to the front to investigate first. Lord Shermuel is arranging the manpower to follow along the road."

Heimos hummed and stopped talking.

The horse has been taken away by his men and tied to one side for feeding. The young man crossed his arms and leaned against the thick tree behind him, leaning his body slightly with one black boot on top of the other.

He lowered his head, and his hanging black forehead covered his drooped eyes, revealing only half of his face below the tip of his nose. The sun at noon was extremely bright, and through the dense canopy of trees, it cast spots of light and shadow on his dark hair. As the branches and leaves swayed, the spots of light also swayed on the lower half of the boy's handsome face.

Heimos, who was waiting quietly against the big tree, looked very calm and calm, but the intensity with which his fingers wearing brown and black leather gloves gripped his armpits had completely exposed the boy. The anxious mood at the moment.

After waiting for a while, he looked up at the sky and suddenly frowned. Although it would be faster if they came on horseback, it was already afternoon, so Garlan and the others should have arrived.

It's not here yet, something's not right.

While thinking this, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the road. However, as he glanced at it, a commotion suddenly broke out near the road on the edge of the town.

Heimos felt his heart beating violently inexplicably, and he quickly ran in that direction. The cavalrymen who were also waiting next to them looked at each other and chased after them.

The avenue at the gate of Ayr Town was in chaos at the moment. Some people were screaming other people's names, some were crying, and some were making a hysterical mess. Heimos grabbed a few people for questioning, and finally learned from one person that two or three groups of people who came here from Vinar City today were attacked by thieves on the way there.

Because in the past, thieves would only attack passers-by outside Ayr Town and far away from Vinal City, so no one expected that this time the thieves would go deep into the city to attack people who were fleeing. The gate is now in a mess. In addition to some people injured by thieves who are rushing to call for doctors, there are also people who have escaped by chance and are still crying about their finances and relatives that were taken away. Others are begging others to save their lives. Family and friends.

Shaking off the man in his hand, Heimos rushed over in three steps and two steps at a time, his eyes constantly searching among the chaotic crowd.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the scene not long ago when he saw Garlan almost falling off the high platform in front of his eyes, and he felt a little panicked.

At this time, a wealthy middle-aged man who looked very embarrassed struggled to push through the crowded crowd and stumbled towards Heimos. He looked like he had been running for a long time. The cloth wrapped around his head was bleeding, and he was breathing heavily. His face was covered with sweat and a look of panic.

When Heimos saw that the man was alone, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He reached out and grabbed the man who staggered towards him, and shouted in a low voice.

"Where's Garlan?!"

The man looked at him in panic, as if he wanted to kneel down to him, but he held back.

"Gall...no, king, prince..."

His mouth was trembling as he spoke, and his voice was even more trembling with fear.

"...He...was, captured by thieves!"

The boy's pupils contracted violently for a moment under the fierce sunlight.

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The consciousness is groggy, making people feel that the body is extremely heavy. Between half-awake and half-asleep, someone seemed to be tapping his face gently, and a thin voice was shouting something, making him unable to continue sleeping.

His face was lightly patted again, and the voice became anxious. His drowsy consciousness began to wake up vaguely, and he could feel a dazzling light dancing in front of his eyes.

Garlan struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and the world in front of him gradually changed from blurry to clear. Someone lowered his head above his head, blocking the slightly dazzling red firelight.

"Ah, are you awake?"

It was a young child's voice, full of surprise. The long flaxen ponytail hung down, and the ends of the hair fell on his cheek, tickling him a little.

As soon as he sat up with his arms stretched out, he saw the little girl kneeling next to him shouting inside.

"Grandpa! Wake up - this little brother is awake! Come on, come and take a look -"

Garlan, who was sitting on the ground, was still a little confused. What appeared in front of him now was an extremely strange place. He felt like he was sitting on the cold stone floor, and his fingers on the ground could feel a little wet.

He turned his head and looked around. This was a narrow stone house, dark and damp. Under the weak flame of the oil lamp hanging on the wall, one could see countless mottled cracks on the blackened stone wall, as well as moss covering most of the wall.

A rusty iron door stood not far away, it was arched, and there was a narrow corridor outside. Opposite is an arched rusty iron door. The firelight is too weak to see clearly inside. You can only vaguely see a few children huddled at the door...

Child!

Garlan's eyes suddenly opened wide, he stood up and ran towards the iron gate.

He stood at the iron railing, grabbing the rusty iron rod and looking outside. Looking around, he could see that there were gloomy stone prisons along the corridor, with many children locked inside.

He finally remembered what happened not long ago. He and the man pretending to be his elder were on their way to Ayr Town. There were about thirty or forty people traveling with them. When they were approaching Ayr Town, a group of people suddenly appeared. The men on horseback rushed out.

He saw with his own eyes that the leader chopped down the man who tried to resist with a knife. The man next to him grabbed his hand in panic and tried to escape, but was knocked away by a charging horse, and he was thrown away. The man on the horse picked him up and knocked him unconscious.

It seems that he has been kidnapped by the group of fake thieves.

Garlan frowned and thought as he grabbed the rusty iron rod.

It's a bit bad, the plan was disrupted.

Because those 'thieves' have always only robbed outside Vinar City, Brother Wang and the others arranged manpower outside, but now... Damn it, I didn't expect those 'thieves' to have entered the city directly without restraint. Robbery!

"child."

Just when Garlan was feeling anxious, a hoarse old voice sounded behind him.

He turned around and saw a skinny old man walking towards him, supported by the little girl with a flaxen ponytail.

At the same time, he also discovered that there were four or five children huddled in the shadows in the stone cell where he was.

Perhaps it was Garlan's dazed look that made the old man misunderstand, thinking that the child was frightened. His eyes looking at Garlan were full of sympathy and helplessness.

This child looks white and tender, with a delicate appearance. You can tell at a glance that he has been pampered since he was a child and has never suffered much. Now he is suddenly caught by these damn thieves. Maybe his relatives...

Thinking of this, the old man sighed, but still tried to speak to Garlan in a kind tone.

"Kid, don't be afraid."

He coaxed the blond child in a low voice. The child looked up at him with his eyes open, a palm-sized face wrapped in golden velvet hair. At this moment, he was frightened and lost his mind. He looked at his little child in a daze. The appearance makes people feel cute and pitiful at the same time.

"It's okay, it's okay now."

The old man comforted him.

The little girl next to him took the initiative to hold Garlan's hand, as if she was also coaxing him.

"Brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

As soon as this little brother was thrown in, she thought he was the cutest child she had ever met in her life.

She originally hated those dirty and bullying boys, but when this little boy looked at her, his big eyes were like gems, and she immediately softened her heart.

She whispered to coax the frightened brother.

"Sister is with you, don't be afraid."

The cell was too dark, and neither the grandfather nor the grandson saw the twitching corners of the child they were trying to comfort.

Ah, I am a child.

A poor frightened child.

After repeating these two sentences to himself several times, Garlan felt much better.

"Where is...where?"

After thinking for a moment, Garlan asked in a low voice.

He spoke softly, sounding like he was scared.

"Why do those people want to arrest me? Were you also arrested?"

The old man sighed, stretched out his withered hand, took Garlan's hand, led him deeper into the cell, took him to the corner where the oil lamp hung, patted Garlan's head and asked him to sit down. .

Because the old man feels that children will no longer be so scared in places with light.

"Child, where are you from?"

Garlan, who sat down, hesitated for a moment and answered softly.

"My uncle lives in the city of Vinal. My parents sent me here and asked me to read and write with my uncle."

He said, "Later, there was a lot of water, a lot of water. My uncle said he would take me back to my parents' place. He took me out this morning. Then, I met a lot of people. They arrested me, and then I arrived. Here it is.”

Listening to the child's stammering words, the old man, who thought the child was just scared, had no doubt at all and just shook his head and sighed.

"These damn thieves."

"Brother, we were also arrested. All the children here were arrested by the thieves."

The little girl with a ponytail continued, with an angry expression on her face.

"It's been two days and one night since my grandpa and I were arrested! It's even longer, it's been two days since we were arrested!"

She wanted to say something more, but suddenly there were a few bangs and the iron railing was hit hard several times.

"time to eat."

An impatient voice sounded, and the man who banged the iron bars with an iron rod put in several palm-sized basins and then walked to the next cell.

The children who were huddled in the shadows all ran over quickly now. Each of them took a small basin, lowered their heads and began to wolf down the food.

Before Garlan could react, the little girl beside him had already rushed over with a terrifying momentum like a tiger descending a mountain. She picked up two small basins and ran back. When the little girl ran back, Garland was still confused.

"Here you are, brother, eat."

Handing one of the small basins to Garlan, the little girl took the remaining one in her hand and looked at the old man with a bad expression.

"Grandpa..." she said angrily and sadly, "They didn't prepare you."

The old man sighed and touched her head.

The little girl stopped talking and sensibly shared the little bit of food with the old man.

During the two days after being captured, those people would give these children regular and rationed food, but they never gave it to her grandfather, as if they didn't care about her grandfather's life or death.

In the past two days, she had been sharing her portion with her grandfather, but the portion was originally small, and now she had to share it between two people. She was now extremely hungry.

The little she had now was not enough to fill her stomach, and it was as if she had not eaten at all.

When she finished eating, she saw that the little brother was still holding the small basin. The smell of food inside made her take a gulp of saliva, and she had the urge to grab it and eat it.

But she held back, swallowing her saliva and urging the other party to eat quickly.

"Eat, brother, there are only two meals a day. If you don't eat, you will be hungry before noon tomorrow. Eat quickly."

The bowl in my hand looked like porridge, but it had a vague smell of rancidity, and there was a pitch-black food of unknown weed floating in it. I was drooling as I looked at the man who was persuading myself to eat while staring hard at the porridge in my hand. The little girl, Garlan was a bit dumbfounded.

Ah, I can’t eat it.

He thought so, looking at the greedy look of the girl and the skinny old man, he reached out and handed over the bowl of porridge.

"For you to eat."

"No, no, I can't eat my brother's food."

The little girl swallowed and shook her head vigorously, causing her ponytail to fly up.

"I ate a lot with my uncle not long ago, and I'm not hungry at all now. I'll give it to you."

"Really? Can I really eat it-"

"Well, you and Grandpa can eat."

The blond child said, showing a smile that seemed too cute to the little girl.

"Thank you, brother."

Taking the bowl handed over by Gallan, the little girl was so grateful that she suddenly leaned over and kissed Gallan hard on the cheek.

"Sister will repay you!"

She said, "Give me this bowl of porridge today, and when we all go out, I will support you for the rest of your life!"

After she said this, she ignored Garlan, who was stunned by her kiss, and ran off to find her grandfather with the food.

Garlan: "???"

Confused.

etc.

I always feel that this section is very familiar.

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ah!

Isn't this a common scenario in novels where the Destiny Child (the protagonist) adopts a harem?

So after being reborn several times, at this moment, his aura of being the Destined Child finally started to take effect?

The author has something to say: No, it’s just that the lucky e started to play a role.