A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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Ah, I have something to do tomorrow, so I will post tomorrow’s chapter tonight. Garlan didn't dare to stay on the road anymore, for fear of encountering some bad luck again, so he ran back to the small palace beside the Crescent Pool where he started.

Because he was running too fast along the way and was exhausted, he stood next to a huge gray-white column, with one hand on the column, slightly bent over and panting, and his face was slightly red from sweat.

As he was panting, two teenagers happened to be talking and passed by him. When they saw him, they stopped talking. One of them glanced at him from the corner of his eye, showing disdain, and turned his head haughtily, as if he didn't bother to look at him. The other boy with a round face was better. He came over to look at him and showed sympathy in his eyes.

pity?

Somewhat puzzled, Garlan lowered his head to look at the round-faced boy, and then saw half a footprint on the clothes on his side, and he suddenly realized.

Yes, those little brats he beat away kicked him a few times when he wasn't paying attention, so they left footprints on his clothes. Come to think of it, those naughty kids must have often bullied him in the past. Everyone here knew it. In addition, he looked embarrassed and panting and sweating. In the eyes of others, he was probably the one who bullied him. He was bullied again, so the round-faced boy showed a look of sympathy when he saw him.

"Tal and the others bullied you again?"

"..."

No, they were bullied by me this time.

Although he was thinking this, Gallan was too lazy to explain, and he was not in the mood to deal with this passerby, so he simply lowered his head and pretended to be sad and remained silent.

The round-faced boy looked at the child, who was a head shorter than himself, with his head lowered and silent, and felt even more pitiful for him. Although this child was born into a noble family and belonged to the collateral bloodline of the royal family, he became an alien among them because of his skin color.

Although he is fair and tender and cute, making people fall in love with him at first sight, after this child came here, those who came here secretly looked down on him, feeling that his lower-level noble blood had confused the royal family. Bloodline almost always isolates him overtly or covertly. As the person who came first took the lead, the other teenagers who came after him started to look down on him.

Unexpectedly, this child was very stubborn. When he was bullied, he showed a arrogant look and ignored others, which made others even more angry, so he was bullied even more.

Everyone took it as fun to bully this kid, and no one took him seriously. Who here is not a royal family, and they are not afraid of causing trouble at all. Moreover, this child was so young, and with his skin color, it was obvious at first glance that he was just here to make up the numbers, and there was no way he would be selected to become the king's younger brother, so they bullied people even more unscrupulously.

The round-faced boy looked at Garlan, his eyes showed a look of condescending pity, a condescending sympathy for charity. Garlan could tell at a glance, so when the young man came to express his kindness, he did not answer.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the round-faced boy felt more and more cowardly about the child, looked down on him, and felt even more pity for him. He directly raised his hand and stuffed a piece of bread in his hand, and said: "The meal time has passed, and you can't go there now. Let's take this for a cushion tonight."

He originally took the bread after eating and was going back to feed the birds. Seeing how pitiful the child was, he gave it to him.

No food to eat?

Garlan was startled for a moment, and then he noticed that after encountering a series of bad luck, the sun had already set in the west.

After thinking about it, he didn't refuse and took the bread offered by the other party.

He is cute, with a pair of big eyes like gems. When he purses his lips and does not speak, he looks well-behaved. He stands there, holding a big loaf of bread in his two little hands, like a little pet. Khan's light blond hair stuck softly to his milky white cheeks. His little appearance looked pitiful and cute at the same time. Even the boy who looked down on him at first couldn't help but glance at him. The round-faced boy who handed him the bread even touched his head.

"Just endure this for one more day. It will be over tomorrow and you can go home."

After saying this, he didn't say much and left with his companions.

Neither he, nor his companions, nor anyone else took the child seriously at all. They all determined that the title of King's Brother would definitely not fall on this child with impure blood.

Hearing these words, Garlan's heart skipped a beat.

What this person means is...tomorrow will be the time to select Wang Di from this group of young candidates?

He suddenly became anxious.

It was too fast, and he didn't have time to do anything.

Are you going directly to the examination room tomorrow?

He was completely unprepared now. He was taking the exam naked. He couldn't find a way to attack before the exam. How could he be selected to become the king's younger brother like this?

When he thought of this, his head felt heavy.

Is the long march of thousands of miles about to collapse without even taking the first step?

Garlan thought with a bitter look on his face.

If he cannot become the king's younger brother, he will not have the right to inherit the throne.

Without the right to inherit the throne, he would not have been able to ascend the throne.

If he doesn't ascend the throne, Heimos will probably take it away.

In this way, the trajectory of fate cannot be changed, then his mission will still fail, the country will still be destroyed by the anger of the gods, and he will still be cursed by the gods, and will never be able to reach adulthood...

In this way, even if he returns to his original world, he will not survive for long.

Because he will die before he turns eighteen.

The blond child opened his mouth, took a big bite of the long bread in his hand, and chewed the bread as if it were a Hermosus.

He chewed the bread and walked to his room thoughtfully.

No matter what, he must find a way to become the king's younger brother.

Once not selected...

The child paused while biting the bread.

He suddenly stopped in place, motionless, and his mouth still maintained the strange posture of taking a bite but not taking it off.

And his pupils shrank violently at this moment.

...if not selected?

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If you are not selected, you cannot become the king's younger brother.

If he is not the royal brother, he has no right to inherit the throne.

This strange thought flashed through his mind, and Garlan felt his heart beating violently.

Subconsciously, he held his breath.

If he doesn't have the right to inherit the throne... Heimos... is there any reason to kill him?

Garlan clenched the loaf of bread in his hand so hard that his fingers almost broke it.

His eyes lit up at this moment, and he seemed to see a glimmer of light at this moment in his originally doomed bleak future.

there is none left.

There is no reason to kill him anymore.

He is not the king's younger brother, and if he does not have the right to inherit the throne, Heimos will not kill him——

Then, he can live!

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Gallan excitedly felt that this approach was very good.

The so-called curse of not being able to live until the age of eighteen was imposed on him by the gods after the fall of this kingdom. In other words, he does not have this curse on him now, in this life.

The reason why he died in the previous four rebirths was because he was fighting for the throne with Heimos, not because of a curse.

And from the beginning, he had no interest in fighting for the throne. If that voice hadn't told him that if he couldn't correct his destiny, he wouldn't live long, and he wouldn't have done something like this that he wasn't good at at all.

From the beginning, his purpose was just not to die.

If it was just to avoid death, then, changing his thinking, now he had another way to keep himself alive.

As long as he is not the king's brother and does not compete with Heimos for the throne.

Then, he can live peacefully in this world as Garlan and as an ordinary member of the collateral bloodline of the royal family.

He was no match for Huymos.

Garlan knew this very well.

Not because of ability, but because of desire.

He lacked the terrible desire of Huymos.

He didn't know the reason, but he could tell that Heimos had an extremely strong desire to get the throne even if everything was destroyed.

An almost crazy obsession.

That kind of crazy obsession allowed Heimos to stain his hands with blood without hesitation, step on the bones with broken limbs on the ground, walk through the road paved with white bones, and walk to the blood-stained throne. .

But he couldn't do it.

He can't beat this madman.

So, time and time again, he could only fail miserably.

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In his wild thoughts, Garlan had returned to his own residence.

He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the roof.

To be honest, he really didn't understand what the so-called gods thought. Why did they have to let him sit on the throne? Why did the so-called destiny have to make him the king of this kingdom?

He has always felt that, in fact, Heimos was more suitable to sit on that throne than he was...

A powerful, ambitious and lustful king is not a bad thing for the kingdom.

Moreover, although outsiders have heard that Heimos is cruel and will definitely become a tyrant in the future, as an opponent, Garlan knows that Heimos' cruelty and violence are only directed at the enemy. That person has never harmed ordinary people. people.

On the large bed, the child nestled on the soft bed closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

So be it.

he thinks.

He can't beat Heimos, so stay away from Heimos.

He did not have the ability to correct his destiny, so he could only ask the divine envoy to find other reincarnations of him to complete this task.

Heymos, after tomorrow, you will become your royal brother, and I will return to my hometown.

In this life, you and I have nothing to do with each other.

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Ah, the weather is so nice.

Standing in the courtyard, the morning sun is bright but not harsh, and the cool wind at night sweeps across the crescent-shaped water surface of the pool, bringing a little moist breath and gently passing under the sky.

The child bathed in the sun raised his head and looked at the boundless blue sky. His pale golden hair was flying softly like catkins, reflecting a faint golden luster.

Now that he had made up his mind to give up the throne, Garlan naturally felt no pressure. He stepped on the steps and looked at the white or lavender hyacinths swaying in the wind beside the pool. He lifted his head with ease. I stretched my hands and felt that I was in an extremely good mood.

Even the other people around him either ignored him or looked at him with disgust, but it couldn't affect his good mood. He didn't think there was any point in fussing with those little brats. After all, after today, except for one person, he would probably go back to his own home, and he didn't know if he would meet them again in this life.

Gallan, who had already begun to think about how to avoid exposing his abnormality in front of his 'family' after returning to his 'home', did not notice at all that some of the teenagers who were looking at him glanced behind him, looking like they were watching the show. Eyes.

Suddenly someone hit him hard from behind, knocking him staggering.

And there happened to be stone steps under his feet. If he didn't stand firm, he would fall down.

As soon as Garlan raised his eyes, he saw the fat little heavyweight standing on the steps and sneering at him.

Fatty.

He cursed in his mind, closed his eyes, and sat there waiting for death.

However, just when he was ready to fall in disgrace in front of everyone, he did not fall to the ground.

As he stumbled down the steps, his back bumped into someone.

Then, a pair of hands grasped his shoulders and supported him.

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to thank the person who supported him.

As soon as he turned his head and saw the person behind him, his eyes widened and his words of thanks were stuck in his throat.

At the same time, before he could react, his whole body was lifted up with a slight movement.

"Your feet still hurt?"

The voice of the boy who is in the voice-changing stage is a bit hoarse and not pleasant, but his tone is gentle.

Gallan, who was picked up, looked at the familiar face in front of him and the golden-red eyes that looked at him with questioning eyes. His mood was very complicated for a moment.

Now, there is still light in these golden-red eyes, but in eight years, these eyes will be completely drowned in darkness, like hell.

Garlan couldn't help but think about it.

In the past eight years, what happened to turn the young man in front of him into a cruel and cruel demon that makes people look bad at him?