A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 18. Chapter 18

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From the time when there is memory, the only thing the child feels is hungry.

So hungry.

Hunger is always gnawing his body all the time, and he never knows what it’s like to be full.

He has always lived in the garbage dump, in the hole dug in the pile of garbage. The unbearable smell for others is already accustomed to him.

The smell seemed to have soaked into his body and blood, penetrated his entire body, and made him emit a disgusting smell from the inside to the outside.

Everyone retreated to him.

But only in this way can he survive.

Only by staying in the trash can he grab the discarded leftovers and cold food for the first time, so as to fill his hungry stomach a little.

And only in the smelly garbage dump, those beggars taller than him would not come to snatch the residence he finally dug up.

Can’t remember how many times, in order to fight for a little food, he beat others badly.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he has never flinched.

Because he has seen people who starve to death without getting food, those ugly, shriveled corpses lying on the ground, lifeless, a little bit rotten, emitting an unpleasant smell of corpses, attracting vultures and mice to eat. Holding the corpse.

He didn’t want to be like that at all, so he wanted to live anyway.

How does a skinny child snatch food from those who are taller and stronger than him, so that he can survive?

Ruthless, more ruthless than anyone.

In this place where the weak and the strong eat, no one will help you, you can only rely on yourself. You must be like a mad dog, even if your leg is broken, you have to bite a piece of meat from the opponent fiercely.

He was once beaten all over his body without letting go, and he abruptly bit off a finger of the man who wanted to snatch his food.

That’s how he survived.

He can’t remember how many times he has been injured, how many times he has been dying.

Once when he crawled back into the hole in the garbage dump with his broken leg, he had a high fever for a whole day and night. He once thought he would die just like that.

But maybe it was really a fate, and he just managed to survive.

Slum, the darkest and ugliest place in a city. These filthy beggars all stay in that kind of place, where the rubbish gathers, where the city dumps rubbish… Maybe they themselves are a part of being dumped and abandoned.

They only deserve to live in this rotten, dark place.

Occasionally, when he went out from the slum to begging outside, all he saw were disgusting, disgusting, and evasive eyes. Even those so-called well-meaning people who would give him alms would look at him with condescending and contemptuous eyes, as if looking down at an ant.

Those people looked at him like looking at a human-shaped trash.

He didn’t like the way those people looked at him.

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Suddenly one day, his whole life changed.

Several well-dressed people who were unattainable for him found him, knelt at his feet crying, and shouted an unfamiliar name to him.

They cried and called him, Little Master Huimos.

These high-ranking people who walked on the road in the past would not give him a glance at the corner of their eyes, call him his master?

At that time, he was dumbfounded and at a loss. He couldn’t react, so he could only stand in place.

“Himos!”

There was a beautiful crying voice, and a good smell came oncoming.

The child raised his head and saw the best-looking young woman he had ever seen. The woman ran towards him with excitement and tears in her eyes. She stretched out her hands as if she wanted to hug him.

Meeting the eager gaze of the woman, he felt that his chest was also filled with something and became hot.

The woman’s footsteps stopped abruptly at the moment she was about to approach him.

The hand that was intended to reach him was also stuck in the middle abruptly, retracted to block the lower half of his face, and covered his nose.

He saw a familiar look in the woman’s eyes.

disgust.

What he had seen in the eyes of countless people once again saw this moment in the eyes of this woman who made his heart beat.

The chest that had been warmed sank and cold at this moment, and became temperatureless again.

When he calmed down, he saw clearly and understood.

Those who knelt in front of him, looked at him with flattering eyes, and seemed to call his little master respectfully, the eyes of those who looked at him also had a deep disgust that they tried to conceal.

He thought, it turned out to be no different.

These people, this woman who claims to be his mother, that person, those people, whoever they are, are all the same.

All people are the same.

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The young man suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness and woke up from his past dreams.

It was dark all around, it was night, and only a faint moonlight came in from the window, shining on his side cheek.

The body is very heavy and very hot.

The hard feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time… but somehow familiar.

When he was very young, when he was just a humble little beggar who could be beaten and trampled by everyone, at that time, he dragged his bruised and bruised body, lying in a hole dug in the trash, and getting hot. , Burning unconscious.

… Now it seems to be back to the past.

He managed to support his heavy body, big drops of sweat slid down his hot chin and dripped onto the sheets.

He tried to yell twice in a hoarse voice, no one responded, no one inside or outside the room.

Unexpectedly, it was just the usual praising. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the younger brother that King Camos loves is the kid, and he is just a dispensable bonus.

He took a breath, rolled over and got out of bed.

The whole body is hot, very hot, and he needs cold water.

Huimos shook his weak body and walked slowly outside.

However, his body was so weak that he couldn’t help it. Just now he walked to the door, his vision suddenly went dark and he couldn’t hold it anymore, and he fell forward suddenly.

“Wow–?”

A loud shout, of course, was not from Heimos, who had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness.

That shout was made by Garlan, who was hit by Hiemos who was almost knocked down as soon as he walked to the door.

…Hidden slowly.

Thought Garlan, who was knocked down on the ground.

Really entangled with the look in the eyes of Hiimos before he left, he asked the servant about the residence of Hiimos. At night, he pretended to sleep on the bed, and after all the maids had left, he sneaked through the window and ran out.

He thought he would have to sneak through the windows when he got to Huimos, but when he saw that there were no servants, only one of the gatekeepers was still dozing off, and he slipped in without any effort.

As soon as he ran to the door, he suddenly saw a figure smashed down at him.

Gallan instinctively shrank back, but before he could completely hide, a boy who fell to the ground knocked him down, and now, the boy’s head was pressed on his thigh.

What are you doing?

Gallan was inexplicably squeezed on both legs. He stretched out his hand to push, but when his hand touched Hoymos’ head, he was stunned.

It’s hot.

Hiemos’ face felt hot to the touch.

Under the moonlight, he saw that the face of the opponent on his leg was red, like a fire, no matter how he looked at it.

Looking at it again, the scars on Hiemos’s body were only roughly cleaned, not cleaned at all. The boy’s body was bluish and purple in the moonlight, and his face was burnt, it looked a bit shocking.

That’s why your temperament that you want to face and suffer will not be changed in a few lifetimes.

Seeing I’m upset, why don’t I give you the ointment? You are not the one who suffers in the end?

If I hadn’t run over to find you on a whim tonight, you might have become mentally handicapped that night.

In the bottom of my heart, thinking so badly, Gallan got up from the ground. It was cold at night and already had a fever. If you continue to let this person blow in the night breeze, the fever will only get worse. Gallan, who wanted to bring Huimos back to the house, grabbed one of the arms of the burnt teenager and tried to frame him.

A tugged, let alone stand up, tugged without tugging.

Garland looked at Heimos, who was lying on the ground, at the height of his head, and then at his small arms and legs.

Well, I can’t pull, I can’t stand up, I can’t move my back.

He thought about it.

Okay, let’s drag it.

He thought so, just did it, grabbing Huimos’ hand and dragging it around the room.

Huimos is thin and not very heavy, but he has a big frame and looks thin, but he has a lot of muscles. For a seven or eight-year-old kid who hasn’t exercised since he was a child, even just dragging it up is difficult. Can’t do it.

Gallan almost used the strength of feeding, and at the speed of a snail, he dragged Huimos into the house little by little.

As soon as he entered the room, he panted and looked at the half-meter-high bed, and he was dumbfounded. He can drag Heimos, but it’s impossible for him now to pick this guy up and put it on the bed, okay?

……and many more.

Why did he, a kid, bother to drag Heimos into the house and put him to bed with his own hands?

He just ran out and called for someone to come over.

The child who finally turned his head scolded himself for being stupid, then turned his head and ran to the door. Just when he ran to the door, he clicked, as if he had kicked something hard under his feet.

The hard thing was kicked out by him, hit the door with a snap, and rolled back.

Garlan looked down, and the moonlight shining in from the door was reflected on the thing rolling back under his feet, and a cold silver light was reflected in his eyes.

It was a shiny silver dagger without any cumbersome decorations on it. It should have fallen from Huimos when he dragged Huimos into the door.

He leaned over, stretched out his hand to hold the sharp silver blade, the cold air seeped into his fingers, and his hand became cold.

In the depth of the spiral concave pattern at the junction of the handle and the sword body, a little dark red trace can be vaguely seen, indicating to people that this bright silver dagger is not an ornament, but has actually seen blood, as if it could feel a little bit The evil spirit oozes from above.

Garlan half-kneeled on the ground, staring blankly at the dagger in his hand.

The moonlight shone on the dagger, reflecting a bright light on his side cheeks, making the edge of his golden iris reflect a strange light.

…What’s the commotion in my heart.

The evil spirit seemed to penetrate into the depths of his blood through his skin, making his blood agitated at this moment.

He turned his head to look at Huimos on his side.

The still young and childish teenager was lying on the ground, beside him, hot and unconscious, his face was flushed, his mouth was slightly open, and he was panting quickly. Sweat ran down the young man’s slender neck, and the wet black hair tips stuck to the neck, even a little sweat leaked out of his chest, and the slightly reddish honey-colored skin reflected a moist luster under the moonlight.

Huimos lay there, opening his chest, exposing the most fragile neck, without the slightest resistance.

Gallan clenched the cold dagger in his hand, his heart beating violently at this moment.

As if there was an invisible force from the abyss bewitching him, there was a vaguely invisible voice hissing in his head.

now.

It’s now.

He only needs to pierce the heart of Heimos with the blade–

This guy who killed him four times–

This may kill his boy again in the future–

As long as he does it now–

The moonlight was like water, falling on half of the cheek of the child who was kneeling on the ground.

The child lowered his head, his soft blonde hair shimmered, and his cheeks that reflected the moonlight were like snow.

He gripped the silver dagger in his hand and tightened his fingers so hard that the knuckles were bloodless.

There was dead silence in the night.

In this terrible silence, Garlan suddenly raised his dagger suddenly–

With a clang, the silver dagger was pressed heavily on the ground by him, and there was a harsh sound of metal and stone rubbing against the ground.

The child who slammed the dagger on the ground raised his other hand and slapped himself in the face without warning.

This slap is so hard, after the slap, you can see the reddish finger prints on the delicate skin.

Garlan knelt on the ground, pressing his hands on the ground, gasping for breath.

The blond hair was scattered messily in front of his wide-open eyes, and the child’s face seemed to have just broken free from the nightmare, his forehead was already oozing sweat, and his pupils were trembling slightly.

He panted quickly, and after a while, he calmed down.

Garlan stood up, turned and walked to Heimos’s side, then leaned down again.

He knelt down next to Heimos, pursing his lips, and stuffed the shiny silver dagger into Heimos’ waist and tied it to Heimos’ belt.

As if unloading a large rock, he let out a light breath and stood up.

You have to call someone over immediately.

He thought so.

But just as he was about to stand up, suddenly a hand stretched out abruptly and grabbed his wrist—