A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

"Thanks……"

Looking at Heimos with his head tilted, the remaining word "thank you" in Garlan's throat was stuck in his throat. He choked for a while before spitting it out with difficulty.

"…………Thanks."

He said the last word very reluctantly.

Garlan said that he really didn't want to say thank you to this mortal enemy who had killed him four times - but after all, they actually helped him and prevented him from being embarrassed in front of everyone. He couldn't say thank you at all.

But after saying this 'thank you', he felt very unhappy.

So, naturally, his unhappy mood showed on his face.

Heimos looked at the child he picked up and pursed his lips and did not answer his words. He just lowered his head and lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes were like butterfly wings. He trembled, and then the eyelashes that fell on his cheeks The shadow of the eyelashes also moved.

He raised his head and rubbed the head of the child who seemed a little sad. Then, he looked up.

The little fat man who stood on the steps and deliberately knocked down Garlan looked a little ugly. After being glanced at by him, he turned his head and ran up the steps and into the hall.

Heimos withdrew his gaze.

He came to the Royal City by boat, which was a bit slow. He was among the latest group of people. He only arrived here the morning before yesterday.

He was not very clear about the situation here before, but now it seems that the child in his arms was excluded and bullied by other royal members because of his skin color.

No wonder, he thought, the boy looked gloomy now.

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No, you are the only one who can make me depressed like this.

If Garlan knew what Heimos was thinking at this moment, he would definitely want to say this.

But he didn't know, so when he felt that his head was touched again, he raised his eyes and looked at Heimos.

Touching the head again, touching the head again——

Why does everyone seem to like touching his head?

Is it because he is the shortest here?

So Gallan, who didn't feel that Heimos was comforting him at all, became even more unhappy and stared at Heimos with his lips pursed.

However, when he was still a child, his eyes were already big and round, and now he was looking at Heimos like this, against the palm-sized white and tender face, and the fluffy pale golden hair on his cheeks. , he thought he was staring at someone, but in the eyes of others, the little figure looking at him with wide eyes looked cute and cute.

Heimos, who felt the same way, couldn't help but smile and touched his head again. I don’t know why, when I see this child, I always feel like I’m seeing a chubby baby bird that just fell out of the bird’s nest. Watching this baby bird flapping on the ground, I always feel reassured. It couldn't be lowered, so I couldn't help but want to pick up the little bird and take good care of it.

After he smiled, he hugged Garlan and walked up the steps.

As he walked, he was still thinking that for a boy, this child was too light.

Gallan was not happy to be hugged by Heimos like this. On the one hand, he felt embarrassed, and on the other hand, he didn't want to be too close to Heimos. But seeing that Heimos had already started to walk up the steps, if he made a fuss now, Trying to get off the ground might cause Heimos to lose his balance, and both of them would fall down the steps.

Therefore, with this thought, he could only obediently let his mortal enemy carry him up.

In order to prevent Heimos from deliberately throwing him down, he hugged Heimos's shoulders tightly. If Heimos really did that, he could hang on Heimos' neck. ?

There are always troublesome people in daily # ... No, it's Heymos who always wants to harm me # series.

On Heimos' side, he felt the small arms of the child in his arms hugging his neck tightly, as if he was extremely attached to and trusting him, which made his heart soften even more. , hugging Garlan tighter.

He has been an only child since he was a child, and he is used to being alone. He has never experienced this kind of feeling of being attached to someone.

Heimos thought that he didn't hate this feeling.

Daily # The two of them are always thinking in different lines # Series.

The two people, each thinking about their own concerns, had completely forgotten about a certain culprit who ran into the hall.

The fat little Tarr standing at the door of the hall looked angrily at the two people walking towards him.

Seeing that Heimos didn't even look at him, and Garlan also looked like he had completely ignored him and treated him like air, the little fat man choked even harder in one breath, and he almost fainted to death.

Yesterday, Garlan whipped him to pieces with a tree branch. Feeling that he was so shameless, he tossed and turned for most of the night, thinking that he must take revenge today. Otherwise, once today is over, after Garlan returns, he will never have the chance to take revenge.

So he just took advantage of Garlan not paying attention and bumped into him deliberately, hoping that Garlan would make a big fool of himself in front of everyone. He thought, how could Gallan's thin, soft, and delicate appearance compare to him?

He indeed knocked Garlan down easily. Who knew that God was not as good as man, and he happened to meet Heimos coming - what is even more unexpected is that this man is always a loner. The boy who seemed not to be very approachable actually picked up Garlan, and even came in with Garlan in his arms, making the little fat man grit his teeth in anger because he failed to succeed and was ignored.

However, the little fat man was so angry that after watching the two of them go in, he also followed them in without hesitation.

Although he likes to bully people and often causes trouble, he has always had a good eye and knows who can and cannot be provoked. And even though Heimos, who was two years older than him, had only been here for two days and had little contact with others, was not outstanding, and did not show anything special, he had already classified him as someone he must not mess with. within the scope.

He couldn't give a reason, he could only say it was an intuition.

His instinct told him that if he provoked this person, he would definitely end badly.

The flesh of his buttocks where the branches were pulled out yesterday was still aching. The little fat man was grinding his teeth while following behind and glaring at Garlan fiercely... But Garlan didn't notice his fierce eyes at all, and even Not once did she look back at him.

The blond child was held obediently by the black-haired boy. His light blond hair was fluttering and soft, reflecting the sunlight like a circle of light. His little hands and feet were as white as the white clouds in the sky. .

As he followed behind and watched, the little fat man felt even more aggrieved. He rubbed his sore butt and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

qaq You play with that person, not me.

I didn’t mean to bully you... Who told me to talk to you and you ignored me?

I just wanted to play with you in the beginning, but you turned your head and ignored me. So I just wanted to teach you a little lesson and let you play with me...

Okay...I was nudged to accidentally overdo it...but are you going to hit me?

Hey, my father has never hit me.

The little fat boy who really just wanted to play with Garlan felt really aggrieved at the moment.

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Being hugged by his mortal enemy, it felt as if everything he touched was being burned by fire. As soon as Garlan entered the hall, he couldn't wait to tug on Heimos' clothes, hoping that the other party would put him down.

Heimos naturally felt his movement and looked down at him. Gallan raised his head and looked at him, then continued to tug on Heimos' clothes and struggled hard. The meaning was obvious - not allowed. You hug me, let me go quickly.

Although this seemed a bit like burning bridges, Garlan just wanted to stay as far away from this person as possible, so he naturally refused to continue following Heimos. Anyway, after today they went their separate ways, there was no need to get together again. All he wanted now was that this person would forget about him by tomorrow. From now on, you don’t know me and I don’t know you - it’s best in this life. Don’t meet each other again!

Faced with Gallan's behavior of burning bridges, Heimos glanced at him, and there was no sign of displeasure on his handsome face, and he let go.

As soon as the boy let go, the blond kid immediately jumped down, then without even saying hello, he turned around, opened his legs and ran away.

He didn't even look back, he looked like a heartless guy.

The young man stood there, looking at the little figure running so fast. After a while, he looked away and walked towards the row of rectangular stone tables in the middle of the hall.

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After throwing Heymos away, Garlan avoided crowded places, found a remote corner where no one was, and sat down. Then, he started to look at other people.

The hall is open, with huge columns supporting the arched roof, and cool topaz-like stone slabs paving the flat ground. The entire hall is very empty, and even with sixteen or seventeen children or teenagers staying in it, it doesn't feel crowded at all. There are two rows of long bluestone tables in the main hall. At this moment, most people are sitting there, waiting for something.

Instead of sitting at the bluestone table in the center of the hall and waiting with others, Garlan sat on the fence beside the hall. There was a fence of the same topaz around the edge of the hall. The bottom of the hall was more than one meter higher than the ground, making it appear very high. He sat there with his hands on his sides and his calves dangling in the air, dangling in boredom.

He raised his head and looked over, and could vaguely see the outline of the majestic main hall of the palace in the distance.

The top of the sky is plated with pure gold, shining with golden light in the sun. It is extremely brilliant, extremely gorgeous, and majestic.

Looking there, Garlan suddenly felt a little emotional.

He thought that in this life, he would probably never step into the gorgeous golden palace that he was so familiar with.

The place where he was killed four times by that man.

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Therefore, this time, in order to survive, he must keep a distance from Heimos!

That's right, it's best not to even set foot in this city from now on!

Just when Garlan was thinking this with great determination, there was a commotion in the middle of the hall. He looked over there and saw a group of people walking from the door of the hall.

The leader was a tall man with long curly brown hair hanging on his broad shoulders and dark brown skin that symbolized the status of a superior noble. His clothes are different from those of the people behind him. He wears a long coat that hangs from top to his ankles, but is wrapped with a gold belt around his waist. He wears soft cloth shoes. What he wears on his head is not gold, silver and gemstones, but emerald green. A crown of leaves woven from laurel branches.

In his right hand, he held a silver scepter that was about as long as his arm. The top of the scepter was carved with the same pattern of intertwined laurel branches and leaves as his crown, and was inlaid with leaf-shaped alexandrites.

Garlan looked at the tall man with an expressionless expression.

He bit his lower lip hard, tightened his hand on the stone bench little by little, and clasped the stone with his fingers.

Shemul.

his teacher.

His instructor.

The person he trusted most.

To him, he was like a strict teacher and a strict father.

Shemur is a priest who serves the sun god Shamash.

This country worships many gods and also has many priests who serve the gods. Only superior nobles and those of noble blood origin from the royal family are qualified to become priests serving the gods. In the kingdom, these priests are equivalent to scholars with extremely high religious status.

The sun god Shamash is also known as the god of justice, so his priests major in and are in charge of the country's laws. The country's legal code was determined by the king and controlled and enforced by the priests of Shamash. Therefore, most of the priests of Shamash are serious, upright, ascetic, and unkind. They advocate order, respect the law, and hate chaos.

Garlan's eyes were fixed on Shemu'er who was already standing in the hall without blinking.

The man stood among the crowd. He was a priest and a scholar with rich knowledge, but his body was not thin. He was extremely tall. The outline of tight muscles was vaguely visible on the brown arm holding the scepter.

Garlan still remembers it clearly.

In the first life of rebirth, he was very impatient with this instructor who was strict with him and scolded him from time to time. This person made him feel like the dean of students at his school, so he often confronted this person.

Later, one time, he was tired of being surrounded by people and stood alone in the garden. After standing for a while, he saw Shermer suddenly rushing towards him.

The man rushed over so fast that he couldn't react at all.

He stayed where he was, watching helplessly as Shermer rushed over, swung the scepter in his right hand that never left his body, and pointed it at his head... No, with the sound of howling wind, it brushed against his head, fiercely Pat him behind him.

Bang!

There was a dull sound like a watermelon being smashed to pieces.

Garlan, who subconsciously turned his head as the scepter head brushed against his cheek, was splashed with blood all over his face.

...I seem to have seen some terrible scene...

Garlan, who activated his self-protection system after seeing such a bloody and tragic scene, was lost for a moment and finally regained consciousness.

Then, he saw the assassin lying at his feet, still twitching slightly, and the assassin's head, which looked like a smashed watermelon, was all red and white on the ground...

Yes, his mentor, priest and scholar Shemuel, picked up the scepter and with one swing, smashed the assassin's brains to pieces.

A headshot with a stick.

As for Shermer, the scepter that he always held in one hand and never left his hand weighed more than forty kilograms.

Garlan at that time: "..."

From then on, he only had one expression left in front of his violent mentor Shemuer who could kill him with one blow when he picked up his scepter.

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However, it was this man, his mentor, the person he had trusted the most.

During his third rebirth, he betrayed him and surrendered to Heimos.