A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 15. Chapter 15

The vast lion garden, said to be a garden, is actually an endless green grassland. The dwarf bushes are scattered scattered on the prairie, and sparse woods can be seen faintly in the distance. The tall white stone wall surrounded this vast grassland, and unrelated people could not enter it without the king’s permission.

A burly lion is lying under a tall palm tree, with its front paws crossed, its huge head lazily resting on its front paws, and its thick mane trembling like waves in the blowing wind.

Suddenly, its ears moved, and the head that was lying on its paws lifted up and looked in a certain direction.

When it saw the person coming, it stood up, its sturdy limbs stepped forward, walked slowly to the person’s side, and flicked the person with its tail, which was regarded as a greeting. Then, those big copper bell eyes stared behind the man.

A child was hiding behind the man, tucked behind the man’s thigh, his two small hands tightly grasped the hem of the man’s clothes.

Seeing the big lion bypassing Camos and its huge head lowered towards him, Gallan was more and more frightened to hide behind Camos.

Does this big lion think he is delicious, so he always wants to bring his head together?

Garlan thought so frightened, that the big head of the lion, who was only planning to sniff the scent of his own cub, was pushed to the other side with a slap.

Then, as soon as he became lighter, Camos picked him up.

King Camos hugged his little brother, thinking that his little brother was shocked just now and hid behind his legs. The little hand was holding the small appearance of his clothes. He just thought it was too cute and rubbed the child’s softness. My hair feels like my heart is turning into a pool of water.

He put his arm around Garlan, slapped his other hand, and slapped the big lion that was spinning around him, and he wanted to raise his head and sniff Garlan.

“Don’t bully him.”

He slapped the lion again, saying so.

The big lion snorted, grinned at Camos, expressed his dissatisfaction, then shook his head and left proudly.

It walked slowly back under the palm tree, squatted down again, basking in the warm sun, and continued to doze lazily.

King Camos hugged his little brother and came to a large greenhouse not far away.

He opened the curtain and went in. The maid and servant inside had already knelt down, prostrated on the ground, bowed their heads to welcome him.

Garland glanced at it. Most of this huge greenhouse is full of green plants, and a quarter is a small artificial pond. The water is very shallow, and it is estimated that it can reach the back of his feet at most. Then, he saw four little milk lions biting into a ball in the shallow pool, rolling around, causing water to splash.

After giving the command of “let them fight, and the one who stood last took” such a simple and rude king’s life, King Camos didn’t bother to waste time there anymore. The fighting between these kids seemed to be playing with him. Like, who is interested in watching children play?

So he unceremoniously left those little guys who were about to beat you to death in the arena behind his head, and took his little brother to the lion garden to play.

He nodded at random to the servant who had knelt on the ground, and then walked to the shallow pond with Garlan in his arms.

Garland looked down at the little milk lions that were rising up in the small pool, thinking that in such shallow water, I was afraid that these naughty little lion cubs would accidentally drown.

Just as he stared at the little milk lions, one of the little milk lions that had just bitten the fur on the head of his companion raised his head, and his little amber eyes stared at Garlan, immediately excited. With a whimper, he slammed his butt away from the brother who wanted to bite him back, stepped on his four short legs, stepped on the shallow water, and ran towards Garlan.

It ran up to King Camos, only to find that Garlan was being held by Camos and he couldn’t reach it, so the whole lion was a little confused, tilting his head and turning around Camos several times.

It probably felt that it was useless to go around in circles. It whimpered, straightened up its small body, and hooked its paws on Camos’ black boots. But the boots were rubbed smoothly and brightly by the king’s servants. It climbed up and then snapped off, and its small chubby body tumbled on the ground.

The little milk lion that had fallen down stopped crawling. It sat on the ground and looked at Garlan in the air eagerly. It looked aggrieved, and the milk screamed at Garlan angrily.

King Camos laughed loudly, he put Garlan on the ground, the little milk lion immediately got up again in excitement, and ran to Garlan’s feet.

Those little fleshy paws made a sound, just like the first time they met, they hugged Garlan’s ankle and didn’t let go.

Garland: “…”

Is this stupid, cute, cute lion really the fearsome and mighty lion from now on?

No, the lion in his impression must be his brothers, not him!

Camos rubbed his head and said with a smile.

“It likes you.”

But I dislike it.

The corner of Gallan’s mouth twitched and looked down at the little lion who was holding his ankle and rubbing against it.

“…What is it called?”

King Camos touched the stubble on his chin.

These little milk lions were born less than a month ago. He was a bit busy during this time and he hadn’t had time to name them.

He said: “Do you get one for it?”

“Huh? But…”

Garlan knelt down and rubbed the little milk lion.

The little guy whimpered, turned over, showing his belly and pointed at him. Garlan looked at the chubby belly and couldn’t help poking it with her finger. Seeing that little hair ball twisted and poked again.

King Camos laughed.

“The little guy hates me, I’m afraid I don’t like me naming it.” He said, “Don’t worry, you think slowly, we have a long time before this little guy grows up.”

He said so, with a smile in his eyes, looking at Garlan, who was squatting on the ground and poking the little lion’s belly.

“King Camos.”

Someone came in a hurry. It was a young minister, holding three or four rolls of parchment.

“Venal City has an emergency report, and the flood season of the river next to it suddenly arrived ahead of schedule, causing a flood!”

Camos frowned, stretched out his hand, grabbed the roll that the opponent handed directly, and unfolded it.

As he watched, he kept asking the courtier some questions. The young courtier obviously knew the matter very well and he would answer any questions.

Therefore, Yi Wang and Yi Chen directly stood in the ground and talked. When they were talking, the room was very quiet, and the maids who took care of the little milk lion bowed their heads and stayed quietly, not daring to interrupt King Camos’s conversation.

Garlan had stood up, listened to the side for a while, turned his head, and suddenly saw a small brown tail point on the window not far away.

In the next second, the tip of the tail swished out of the window.

Gallan lowered his head, and as expected, the little milk lion that was still rolling at his feet the last moment was gone.

…It seems like a habitual escape.

Garlan thought to himself, turned his head and glanced at King Kamos. King Camos was still looking at the roll of parchment carefully, and kept talking to his courtiers, without paying attention to this side at all.

He thought for a while, and ran out quickly without saying hello.

As soon as he went out, he saw the brown hairball in the bushes in the right corner, and he hurried to catch up.

If you don’t chase this little guy back, the maids in the greenhouse will be yelling and hustling together again.

The little hair ball slid quickly, and Garlan opened his mouth to call it back, but after opening his mouth he remembered that this little guy has no name yet and can’t call it back, so he can only chase after him.

Unconsciously chasing farther away, the little hair ball disappeared after a few jumps. Only then did Gallan realize that he seemed to have been brought back to the training ground by the little lion.

He suddenly guessed why the little lion came here secretly… He remembered that not long before he left, the servants of King Camos had roasted meat here.

The little lion probably smelled the scent of roasting meat floating over.

In addition to being stupid, this little guy is also a glutton.

Gallan thought badly and walked in the direction of the training ground. A bend is a steep stone step, and the rushing water on one side flows down among the stones, like a small waterfall.

He lifted his foot and climbed up, because this is part of the garden play. For fun, the stone steps are narrow and small, made of uneven gravel. Moreover, the height of each step is relatively high. If it is okay for adults, it will be harder for children to climb.

Garlan looked at her small arms and legs and shook her head helplessly, then stepped away from her calves and began to climb upwards with difficulty.

He had just climbed halfway, and when he was in the middle of the stone steps, a person came under the stone steps.

Huimos and the other four have already received Xiemuer’s notice that the four of them will enter the arena in the afternoon to fight, and the final winner will be brought to King Camos.

He has just eaten lunch, and he is walking here at the moment, digesting food, and relaxing his mind.

As a result, at a corner, he saw a familiar little back figure climbing up on the narrow stone steps in front of him. His movements seemed a bit laborious, and the movements of his small arms and legs were a little clumsy.

Seeing that little figure from behind, Huimos couldn’t help but smile.

He opened his mouth, intending to stop the child.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared at the top of the stone steps.

Before Huimos had time to make a sound, the group of dark shadows suddenly swooped down from the top and hit Garlan halfway up the mountain.

Garlan was struggling to climb the narrow and steep stone steps. Suddenly, there was a groan from above. When he looked up, he saw the little milk lion appearing at the top of the steps with a small bump of meat in its mouth. superior.

Sure enough, this glutton!

He thought badly.

Seeing Garlan’s little milk lion seemed very excited, the little tail flicked hard, and the meat he was holding fell to the ground.

Then, the little guy arched his body and flexed his limbs–

Second Olympics! do not–!

Before Gallan had time to say this, the excited little lion swooped down from the high top and rushed forward, hitting him hard.

Although the small hair ball is small, Garlan is also small, and the ground is originally uneven gravel, the narrow stone steps make it unstable to stand.

The little lion rushed down from above with an impulse, and immediately slammed Garlan back and rolled down the stone steps.

He subconsciously hugged his head, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and the whole person rolled a few times.

However, when he was about to fall heavily under the stone steps, he stretched out his hands and hugged him.

The young man who rushed up to catch him was not much older than him. He was also hit hard and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

After stopping, Huimos quickly turned over and sat up, his eyes swept over the child in his arms.

The child’s white and tender arms and legs were bruised and purple at the moment, and there were many small abrasions, which seemed to be hit hard.

Huimos knew that it was just a trauma, so it might matter. He nervously looked at the bruise on the side of the forehead of the unconscious child, and whispered Garland’s name.

The little lion also screamed and ran over, probably knowing that he was in trouble, and kept spinning around the unconscious Garlan, constantly humming from his throat.

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In a trance…

His body was very hot, like a fire, almost burning the blood in his entire body.

He lay weakly, his breath was weak, his whole body was weak, he couldn’t even lift a finger.

He opened his eyes slightly, and all he could see was the person’s face.

That person’s supposedly handsome face always carries a cold evil in it that makes people inexplicable.

The golden-red eyes, like the erect pupils of a king cobra, make people’s back chill at a glance.

At this moment, those terrible eyes were staring at him.

A hand stretched over, pinched his cheek forcibly, and squeezed his mouth open.

The man stared at him with cold eyes, and poured poisonous water with a strong medicinal smell into his mouth forcibly.

He desperately grasped the man’s hand holding his cheek, but his weak strength made him only leave scratches on the man’s powerful wrist.

Poisoned water poured violently into his mouth, blocked his throat, and choked into his windpipe.

The inside of the body that had been ravaged by the poisonous water was violently painful like a fire.

His whole body was hurting, it hurt so badly that tears welled up in his eyes.

He opened his eyes and swallowed his last breath.

The last thing I saw were those golden-red pupils that were chillingly cold.

………………

His head hurt so badly, and his consciousness was a little dazed. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw at a glance was the golden-red eyes that looked down at him from above.

The man’s hand squeezed his cheek, as if he was going to be infused with poison in the next second|medicine——

Garlan’s whole body’s cold hair suddenly stood up at this moment.

He had just woken up from a past dream, his mind was blank.

Without even thinking about it, he raised his hand when he thought he was still in a dream.

With a snap.

Gallan slapped it over, almost exhausting all the strength of his body, and slapped the face above him hard.

Then, without waiting for the other party to react, he pushed the man abruptly away and stood up on his own.

He stood, panting violently, staring straight at Hiemos.

He clenched his hands firmly on his side, and his right hand was numb and painful because of the slap that he shook too hard.

“What are you doing?!”

A voice rang out loudly, and came in abruptly from the side.

That voice awakened Garlan all of a sudden.

He reacted, looking at the obviously juvenile Heimos standing opposite, and seeing Xiemur hurried over.

Oops.

He thought in a daze.

Accidentally confused with the previous memory in the dream.

He looked at Heimos, whose cheeks were already reddening, and opened his mouth, wanting to apologize.

However, before he had time to speak, Xiemur who came to interrupted him.

“Himos, the time is up, come with me right away.”

Xiemuer glanced at Garlan, then looked at the lion cubs on the ground spinning around Garlan, did not say anything, turned his head to look at Huimos, and said so.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, regardless of whether Hiemos followed.

“That…I…”

Galan stretched out his hand to talk to Huimos, but Huimos had a cold face and ignored him, and quickly followed Sheemur, who had already gone away.

His hands were still stretched awkwardly in the air and his mouth was still open, but he could only watch the backs of the two people disappear into his sight.

It’s over.

Gallan covered his face.

Huimos had already regarded himself as unhappy, but now I am afraid he hates him even more.

He was one step closer to his own death.

His fifth rebirth.

Less than three days.

Kicked King Camos.

She splashed ink all over.

He slapped Huimos.

Well, the results are really impressive.

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At this moment, the Son of Destiny, who was holding his face, had a premonition that he would die faster and more miserable than before in this rebirth.