A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 4. Chapter 4

Unbeknownst to him, the child who was picked up by him and placed on the rock was groaning joyfully in his heart. Heimos clicked on one knee, half-kneeled in front of the child, holding the child’s left foot with one hand.

He wore dark boots, but this kid was different. He wore sandals with only a thin sole, and a white slender strap wrapped around the kid’s lotus root-like calf.

Unlike his dark brown complexion, the child’s skin is very white, reflecting the sunlight, so white as if it is shining. The skin is delicate, so when I fell to the ground just now, there were a few green marks on my calf on the stone, which looked very conspicuous on the white lotus-like calf.

Hiemos saw that the ankle he was holding was indeed slightly red and swollen. He squeezed it lightly without daring to apply too much force. Although both of them are children with little difference in age, this child is too delicate compared to him, and his skin can be squeezed out. He is really worried that a little bit of strength will make the child thin. The ankle was pinched off.

The little feet he held in his hand shook, obviously it was painful, but soon he could not move. He didn’t hear the child screaming for pain, and he still sat obediently. When he looked up, a pair of big golden amber eyes blinked, staring at him brightly.

He has seen a lot of children who are spoiled and started to make noise when they disagree, and it is the first time that he has seen such a well-behaved child.

Huimos thought.

If children are so well-behaved and obedient, he wouldn’t be annoyed by seeing the kid.

At this moment, Heimos had no idea about Garland.

The reason why the child looked at him with shining eyes was because he was happy to see him kneeling in front of him.

If he knew what Garlan was thinking, he might have turned his face immediately.

Garlan lowered his head and looked at the young man squatting at his feet.

In his memory, he and Huimos are mortal rivals.

Huimos is a terrible guy, and at the same time a very arrogant guy. Even before the king brother Camos, or even before the statue, he had never seen Huimos lower his head.

Huimos hated him very much. He could feel that the person’s eyes always looked at him with great malice, terribly cold, like a temple dog hiding in the shadows and staring at the prey anytime and anywhere. As long as he shows a slight flaw, he will rush over and bite his flesh and blood without mercy.

The two of them have hardly been alone. Every time they meet, they are surrounded by their respective subordinates, vigilant with each other, looking at each other from a distance.

Therefore, at this moment, being so close to this person, and this person actually kneeling in front of him, made him feel very incredible.

Gallan had always felt that this person, let alone kneeling in front of him like this, even if he bowed his head slightly in front of him, it was something that only happened in dreams.

…So, is he actually dreaming now?

While thinking about this very likely question, Gallan suddenly heard the other person say a word.

“It hurts?”

Although the voice of the juvenile voice change is hoarse and unpleasant, the tone is gentle.

Upon hearing this gentle tone, Gallan suddenly felt aroused, and only felt that the cold hairs all over his body were erected.

No no no-this is not right-

This is so wrong!

His mortal enemy should be a guy who looks like a greedy hungry wolf, and he won’t let go if he bites a man without tearing a large piece of flesh and blood.

His mortal enemy should be like a vulture who bears incomparable vengeance, and he will avenge him. He will hate him if he offends him. He will never give up unless he toss the opponent to death.

His mortal enemy is a vicious and vicious guy like a poisonous snake——

Not afraid to tell people a joke, Gallan was shocked when he met the guy’s eyes for the first time during the first rebirth. At that time, the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat, his legs were a little weak, and he didn’t take a step back when he was strong.

The man’s eyes were too terrifying, so terrible that his heart trembled at a glance.

Gallan felt that the person staring at him was not like a person, but a cruel devil crawling out of hell.

…………

He couldn’t describe the eyes of the adult Heimos. He only knew that when he was staring at him, it was like being stared at by the cold vertical pupils of a venomous king cobra, like bone gangrene. , The cold feeling can almost penetrate into the bones.

Gallan’s power is much weaker than Heimos, but there is another important reason in addition to King Camos’s partiality. , And that is the reputation of Hiemos is very bad.

Although Hoymos made a lot of military exploits, he was known as the “evil” among ordinary people. Garland is just the opposite. His reputation is much better among ordinary people and neutral ministers. Most people prefer him to succeed, because they prefer the benevolent king to the bloodthirsty king.

It is almost as everyone knows that the prince’s temper is notoriously violent. There are countless people who died in his hands. The dead man’s vibe seems to have seeped into his bones, making him laugh. It’s all overcast at all times. There are even rumors that he gave birth to the enemy’s flesh and blood. This kind of rumors circulated secretly among the people, making people creepy.

Whether this rumor is true or not, Garland doesn’t know, but Garland has seen Heimos cut off a man who assassinated him by his limbs one by one, and finally he was pierced by that person’s heart. The man’s head was chopped off in the screams. At that time, the blood spurting from the man’s fractured head splashed on Heymos’ smiling face, and Garland saw it. Heymos squinted and smiled happily, the blood splattered on his cheek. Against the gloomy golden red eyes, the dark red tone looks strange to the extreme.

Perhaps since that time, Garlan felt that he could never beat this person.

This person’s eyes flashed with the fierce light of cold-blooded animals all the time, with a bloody suffocation, and an indescribable sense of distortion.

No matter how many times he was born again, every time Gallan met those fierce golden red eyes, he would feel chills and scalp numb.

After all-as a normal person, how on earth should he confront a guy who is obviously psychopathic!

Thinking of the perverted man in my memory, looking at the young man squatting in front of him, gently pinching his feet and asking him if it hurts…

Garlan clutched his somewhat unbearable heart, feeling that he might have admitted the wrong person, maybe this young man just looked a little like Huimos.

But……

He looked at the boy in front of him uncertainly.

Those eyes were not wrong, even if he didn’t remember the person’s appearance, he would never forget the golden-red eyes that stared at him fiercely every time he killed him.

That person’s pupils were almost severely imprinted in his memory, and he would never mistake that person’s eyes.

Garland thought so, looking down at Heimos holding the hand of his foot, suddenly felt that there was something wrong.

Huimos’s hand was holding his ankle, and the contrast between the skins of the two was particularly conspicuous.

The boy’s fingers were very slender, and the brown fingers with distinct joints pressed against his white ankles. They were black and white. Gallan stared at the contrast of skin color, feeling more and more strange.

its not right.

He thought, he remembered that his skin was not so white at all.

Although, as the king’s brother, he was naturally pampered since he was a child, but for some reason, his skin has always been rough, not even as good as Heimos.

Well, it’s just that the skin of a child is tender, and it gets worse when he grows up, but even if his skin is not as dark brown as Heimos, it can be said to be light brown to some extent, but why is it now? Looks so white?

“It’s not a big problem.”

Gallan was still wondering what was going on, and he heard Heimos talking to him. As soon as he looked up, he saw Hiemos standing up, reaching out to him, and seeing the movement, it seemed that he was trying to hug him off the rock.

At the thought of being hugged by this mortal enemy again, Gallan’s hair went straight.

Unwilling to be hugged by his mortal enemy, he didn’t have time to think about it, and he hurriedly jumped down on his own. He felt a little pain and he could bear it, but he didn’t expect the child’s body to be so painful.

As soon as the sprained foot fell on the ground, there was a tingling pain. He couldn’t stand firmly, and when he tilted his body, he slammed his head into the arms of the young man standing in front of him.

Huimos wanted to reach out and hug the child from the rock, but the child didn’t know what he was thinking, but he jumped off as soon as he raised his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he tilted his body and fell over at him.

He took a step back subconsciously because of the sudden jump of the child, and before he could stand still, he was hit by the fallen child again.

He himself was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old kid, and he couldn’t stabilize his body at once, and he fell backward.

As a result, Gallan knocked Hoymos down head-on.

Reflexively, Huimos hugged Garlan who had fallen.

Then the two fell and rolled into a ball, and banged against the trunk next to them.

Garland: “…”

The price of not wanting his mortal enemy to hold him down is to fall into a ball with his mortal enemy.

When he reacted, Garlan found himself pressing on Heymos, and one of his hands happened to be pressed against Heymos’ neck.

The heart that had been pierced not long ago throbbed violently at this moment.

At this moment, he almost instinctively tightened his fingers and clasped the opponent’s throat.

Just work harder.

Squeeze the person’s throat firmly.

Just like that, if you chop off this person’s neck–

Just as the child’s fingers were tightened, suddenly the brown hand came over and pressed on the hand that Garlan was about to continue to exert force.

Gallan felt a bit of a thud, and immediately let go of her finger.

He looked at Huimos nervously, for fear that his intention just now would be seen by Huimos.

But fortunately, he is still young. Heymos felt that he subconsciously wanted to hold on to something because he was scared, so he didn’t care too much. He just patted his hand comfortingly, beckoning him not to be afraid.

The heart that Gallan had raised was lowered.

He slowly let go of his hand and sat up.

He lowered his head, and his fluffy blond hair covered his face, making it difficult to see the look in his eyes at the moment.