A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 8. Chapter 8

Gallan didn’t dare to stay on the road anymore, for fear of something unlucky again, he ran back to the small palace beside the crescent pool where he started.

Because he was running too fast all the way, he was tired, he stood beside a huge gray-white column, with one hand on the pillar, slightly bent over and panted, his face flushed with sweat.

He was panting. At this moment, two teenagers passed by him together while talking. When they saw him, they stopped talking. One of them glanced at him from the corner of his eye, showing a look of disdain, and turned his head arrogantly, seemingly too lazy to look at him. The other round-faced teenager was better, walked over to look at him, showing sympathetic eyes.

pity?

Some inexplicable Gallan looked down at the sight of the round-faced boy, and then saw a half-footprint on his sideways clothes, and suddenly realized.

Yes, the little boys who were beaten by him kicked him a few times when he was not paying attention, so they left footprints on his clothes. Come to think of it, those bear kids should often bully him before. Everyone here knows it well, plus his panting and sweating embarrassed appearance, in the eyes of others, it is probably him. He was bullied again, so the round-faced teenager showed a sympathetic look when he saw him.

“Tal they bullied you again?”

“…”

No, they were bullied by me this time.

Although he thought so in his heart, Garlan was too lazy to explain, and was not in the mood to deal with the passer-by, so he simply bowed his head, pretending to be sad and silent.

The round-faced boy looked at the child who was a head shorter than himself, lowered his head and did not speak, and felt that he was more pitiful. Although this child was also born noble and belonged to the bloodline of the royal family, but because of the skin color among them, it became a different kind.

Although he is white and tender and looks lovely, it makes people feel good at first sight, but after this kid came here, those who came first looked down on him behind their backs, thinking that the blood of the lower aristocrats in him had confused the royal family. Bloodlines, almost all isolated him overtly and secretly. The one who came first took the lead, and the other teenagers who came one after another also looked down upon him.

The child was very stubborn when he was being bullied. Instead, he showed a haughty look and ignored others. It angered others even more, so he was bullied even harder.

Everyone took the bullying of this kid jokingly for fun, and no one took him seriously. Whose family here is not a royal family, and they are not afraid to cause trouble at all. Moreover, this child is so young, coupled with his skin color, he knew at first glance that he was just to make up the number, and it was impossible to be selected as the king’s brother, so they bullied people even more unscrupulously.

The round-faced boy looked at Garlan, his eyes were a kind of lofty compassion, a kind of condescending sympathy. Galan saw it after a glance, so when the boy came over to express his kindness, he didn’t answer.

Seeing that he was silent, the round-faced boy felt that the child was weak, and looked down upon him, and felt even more compassionate. He directly raised his hand and stuffed a piece of bread in his hand, and said, “The meal time has passed, and you have no more in the past. Take this tonight.”

The bread was originally taken by him after he had eaten it, and he was about to go back to feed the birds. Seeing that the child was so pitiful, he gave it to it.

Out of food?

Gallan was taken aback, and then he noticed that after 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 from the other party.

He is cute, with big eyes like gems. He looks well-behaved when he presses his lips and does not speak. He stands there, holding a big bread with two small hands, and looks like a pet, dyed. The sweaty pale blonde hair was softly attached to the cream-white cheeks. The little appearance looked pitiful and cute. Even the young man who didn’t like him at first couldn’t help but glance at him. The round-faced boy who handed him the bread touched his head even more.

“Just endure this day, it will be over tomorrow, and you can go home.”

After saying this, he didn’t say much, and went straight to his companion.

Whether he, his companions, or others, he didn’t take this kid seriously at all. They all agreed that the title of Brother Wang would definitely not fall on this impure child.

Hearing this, Garlan’s heart jumped.

The meaning of this person’s words is… Tomorrow is the time to choose the younger brother from this group of young candidates?

He suddenly became anxious.

This is too fast, he has no time to do anything.

Will you go to the examination room directly tomorrow?

He is unprepared now. He is barely taking the test. He can’t find the direction in the assault before the test. How can he be selected as the king’s brother like this?

His head grew big when he thought of this.

The Long March did not even take the first step, is it about to sink the sand and break the halberd?

Garlan thought bitterly.

If he can’t become the king’s brother, he will not have the right to succeed to the throne.

Without the right of succession to the throne, he would not be able to ascend to the throne.

If he does not ascend to the throne, I am afraid that Huimos will take the throne.

In this way, the trajectory of fate cannot be changed, then his mission will still fail, the kingdom will still be destroyed because of the anger of the gods, and he will still be cursed by the gods, and he will not be able to grow up for generations…

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

Because he would die before he was eighteen.

The blond kid opened his mouth, oh oh, took a bite of the long bread in his hand, and chewed the bread as Heimos.

He bit the bread and walked to his room contemplatively.

In any case, he must find a way to become the king’s brother.

Once not selected…

The child’s bite of the bread paused.

He suddenly stopped in place, motionless, his mouth still maintained the weird posture that he had just bitten off, but he hadn’t bitten off.

And his pupils shrank violently at this moment.

…If not selected?

…………

If you are not selected, you can’t become the king’s brother.

If you are not the king’s brother, you will not have the right to succeed to the throne.

This strange thought flashed through his mind, and Gallan felt his heart beat violently.

Subconsciously, he held his breath.

If he doesn’t have the right to the throne…Huimos…is there any reason to kill him?

Gallan firmly grasped the long loaf in his hand, almost breaking it with his fingers.

His eyes lit up at this moment, and he seemed to see the dawn of his originally destined bleak future at this moment.

there is none left.

There is no reason to kill him.

He is not the king’s brother, and without the right to succeed to the throne, Huimos would not kill him—

Then he can live!

……………

Gallan excitedly felt that this approach was quite possible.

The so-called curse of not surviving eighteen years old 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 first four rebirths was because he fought for the throne with Huimos, and was not killed by a curse.

And from the beginning, he had no interest in fighting for the throne. If it hadn’t been for the voice to tell him, if he couldn’t correct the trajectory of fate, he would not live long, and he would never come to do something he was not good at.

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

If it’s just for not dying, then change his mindset, and now he has another way to keep himself alive.

As long as he is not the king’s brother, he will not compete with Huimos for the throne.

Then, he can live steadily in this world as Gallan as an ordinary bloodline of the royal family.

He is not an opponent of Huimos.

Gallan knew this very well.

Not because of ability, but because of desire.

He lacked the terrible desire of Huimos.

He didn’t know the reason, but he could see that Huimos had an extremely strong desire for the throne to get his hands even if everything was destroyed.

An obsession that is almost crazy.

That kind of crazy obsession allows Huimos to use his hands full of blood without hesitation, step on the bones of a broken limb, walk the road paved with bones, and walk on the blood-stained throne. .

And he can’t do it.

He can’t beat this lunatic.

So, time and time again, he could only be defeated.

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

He was lying on the bed, staring straight at the roof in a daze.

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

He has always felt that, in fact, Huimos is more suitable to sit on that throne than him…

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

Moreover, although outsiders have heard that Heymos is cruel, he will definitely become a tyrant in the future, but as an opponent Gallan knows that Heymos’ cruelty and violence are only aimed at the enemy, and that person has never harmed ordinary people. people.

On the wide 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 Huimos, so stay away from Huimos.

He didn’t have the ability to correct his destiny, so he could only ask the divine envoy to search for his other reincarnations to complete this task.

Huimos, after tomorrow, you will be your king’s 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 good.

Standing in the courtyard, the morning sun was bright and not toxic, and the cool night wind swept across the crescent-shaped pool water surface, bringing a little moist breath, gently passing under the sky.

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

Now that he has made up his mind to give up the throne, Gallan naturally has no pressure. He stepped on the steps and looked at the white or lavender hyacinths swaying in the wind by the pool, and he lifted it with ease. He stretched his hand and felt that he was in a very good mood.

Even the look of other people around him ignoring him, or looking at him disgustingly, can’t affect his good mood. He felt that he was caring about those little shit kids. Anyway, after today, except for someone, he will probably go back to each house. He still doesn’t know if he can meet him again in this life.

He has already begun to wonder how he should not expose his abnormality in front of those “family members” after returning to his’home’. Gallan didn’t notice at all. Some teenagers who looked at him looked behind him, and showed a good show. Look.

Suddenly someone slammed into him from behind and staggered him.

And it happened to be a stone step under his feet. If one didn’t stand firm, the whole person fell down.

As soon as Gallan raised his eyes, he saw the heavyweight fat man standing on the steps and sneered at him.

Fatty.

He cursed in his heart, closed his eyes, and sat waiting to die.

However, just when he was ready to fall on all fours in embarrassment in full view, he did not fall to the ground.

When he staggered down the steps, he bumped into someone in the back.

Then, holding his shoulders with both hands, he supported him.

Gallan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to thank the man who held him.

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

At the same time, before he could react, his body lightened, and he was already picked up.

“The feet still hurt?”

The voice of the teenager in the change-over period is a bit hoarse and unpleasant, but the tone is gentle.

Garlan, who was hugged, looked at this familiar face in front of him, as well as the golden red eyes that looked at him with questioning eyes, and his mood was very complicated for a while.

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

Gallan couldn’t help but think about it.

In the past eight years, what has happened that turned the boy in front of him into a brutal, savage demon?