A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 9. Chapter 9

“Thanks……”

Tilting his head and looking at Heimos, Gallan’s remaining’thank’ character choked in his throat, choking for a while before vomiting it out rather hard.

“…………Thanks.”

He said the last word very reluctantly.

Gallan 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 really helped him so that he was not embarrassed in front of everyone, and he couldn’t say anything without saying thank you.

But after saying this’thank you’, he felt very upset.

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

Huimos watched the child he was holding pursing his lips and not answering his words. He just lowered his head and lowered his eyes. The long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, so the one that fell on his cheeks The eyelash shadow also moved.

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

Standing on the steps, the little fat man who deliberately knocked Garlan down had an ugly face. After he glanced at him, he turned his head, ran up the steps, and ran into the hall.

Huimos withdrew his gaze.

He came to Wangcheng by boat, and his speed was a bit slow, and he was the latest group of people who 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 seems to have been squeezed out and bullied by other royal family members because of his skin color.

He thought, it’s no wonder the kid looks glum now.

…………

No, you are the only one who makes me depressed to this point.

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

But he didn’t know, so when he felt he had been touched again, he raised his eyes and looked at Huimos.

Touching his head again, touching his head again——

Why does it seem that everyone likes to touch his head?

Because he is the shortest here?

So Garland, who didn’t feel Heymos comforting him at all, was even more upset, and stared at Heymos with her lips pressed.

It’s just that, as a child, his eyes were already big and round. Now he is looking at Heimos, against the palm-sized white and tender face, and the fluffy pale blonde hair on the cheeks. , He thought he was staring at people, but from the eyes of others, how cute and cute he looked at his small appearance with his eyes wide open.

Heymos, who felt the same way, couldn’t help but smile, then touched his head again. I don’t know why, when I see this child, I always feel like I have seen the billowing cub bird that has just been born and fell from the nest. I always feel relieved watching this young bird fluttering on the ground. No less, so I couldn’t help but want to hold this bird up and take good care of it.

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

As I walked, I was still thinking in my heart that as a boy, this child was too light.

Garland was very unwilling to be held in such a way by Hoymos. He felt that shame was on one side, and it was also one of not wanting to be too close to Hoymos, but seeing that Heymos had already started to walk up the stairs, if he was noisy now Going to the ground, I am afraid that Heimos will lose his balance, and both of them will roll down the steps.

So, thinking about it this way, he could only obediently let his mortal enemy hold him up.

In order to prevent Huimos from deliberately falling him down, he hugged Huimos’ shoulders tightly. If Heymos really did that, he could hang on Huimos’ neck at any rate. ?

Daily#There is always a Diaomin…No, it is Hiemos who always wants to harm me# series.

On Huimos’s side, he felt the small arms of the child in his arms tightly around his neck, as if he was extremely attached to and trusted in himself, which made his heart softer. , Holding 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 attachment.

Huimos thought that he didn’t hate this feeling.

Daily #Their thinking is always not in a line# series.

The two people, each thinking about their own thoughts, have completely forgotten the culprit who ran into the hall.

Tal, the little fat man standing at the entrance of the hall, looked at the two people approaching him with angrily.

Heymos didn’t even look at him at all, and Garland was also completely ignoring him as air. The little fat man blocked him even harder in one breath, and he almost stunned himself to death.

Yesterday, Garlan was holding a branch with a twig so much ass and pissing. He felt that he was too shameless, and he tossed about most of the night, thinking that he must take revenge today. Otherwise, once today is over, after Garlan returns, he won’t have the chance to retaliate again.

So he just took advantage of Garlan’s carelessness and deliberately ran into him, wanting Garlan to make a big ugly in front of everyone. He thought, how could Gallan’s thin, soft, delicate and weak appearance compare to him?

He really knocked Garlan down easily. Who knows that people are not as good as the heavens. He just happened to come across Huymos-what is even more unexpected is that this accustomed to solitary watching The young man who didn’t get very close actually caught Garlan, and even came in holding Garlan, gritting his teeth with anger at the little fat man who was not able to succeed and was ignored.

However, the little fat man became angry, and after watching the two enter, he followed in with his breath.

Although he likes to bully people and often provokes right and wrong, he has always had a good eye and knows who can and who can’t. And although the Heimos, who is two years older than him, has only been here for two days, he rarely has contact with others, is not prominent, and shows no special place, but he has been classified as absolutely not to be messed with. Within the scope.

He could not give the reason, only that it was an intuition.

His instinct tells him that if he provokes this person, he will definitely end badly.

Yesterday, the butt meat that was printed by the branch was still faintly aching. The little fat man grinds his teeth while following behind and staring at Garlan fiercely… but Garlan did not notice his fierce eyes at all, even Never looked back at him once.

The blond child was held obediently by the black-haired boy, and the pale golden hair was fluttering and limp, reflecting the sun as if it was gleaming, and the little hands and feet were white like white clouds in the sky. .

Following behind and watching, the little fat man became more aggrieved. He rubbed his painful little butt, and suddenly felt a little wronged.

QAQ You play with that person, not with me.

I didn’t mean to bully you…Who told me to talk to you, but you ignored me?

I just wanted to play with you from the beginning, but you ignored me the first time. So I just want to teach you a little bit, let you play with me…

Okay… I was stunned by accidentally overdoing it… But are you going to hit me?

Hey, my father never beat me.

The little fat guy who really just wanted to play with Garlan was really wronged at the moment.

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Being held by his own mortal enemy, feeling that the places he touched seemed to be burnt by fire, as soon as Gallan entered the hall, he couldn’t wait to pull Huimos’ clothes, wanting the other party to put him down.

Heymos naturally felt his movement and looked down at him. Gallan raised his head to look at him, and then continued to tugged Heymos’ clothes and struggled hard. The meaning was obvious-don’t let him. You hug, let me go down quickly.

Although it seemed a bit like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Garlan could only wait to get as far away from this person as possible, so naturally he refused to continue to follow Heimos. Anyway, after today, we will go our separate ways. There is no need to get together again. He only asks this person to forget him until tomorrow. From then on, you don’t know me, I don’t know you-best in this life. Don’t meet again!

Facing Garland’s behavior of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Huimos glanced at him, and Junxiu’s face seemed unpleasant, so he let go.

As soon as the teenager let go, the blond kid jumped down immediately, then turned around without saying hello, stepped on his calf and ran away.

Without looking back, it seemed like a small conscience.

The young man stood on the spot, looking at the little figure who was running fast. After a while, he looked away and walked to the row of rectangular stone tables in the middle of the hall.

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After throwing Huimos away, Garland avoided crowded places, found a remote corner with no people, and sat down. Then, only then began to look at other people.

This hall was open, huge columns propped up the arched roof, and cool topaz-like slabs paved the flat ground. The entire hall was very empty, and sixteen or seven children or teenagers were not crowded at all in it. There are two long rows of 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 with others, Garlan sat on the fence beside the hall. The edge of the hall was surrounded by the same yellow jade fence. The bottom of the hall was more than one meter higher than the ground, which seemed very high. He sat there with his hands on both sides, his legs hanging in the air, dangling in the air boredly.

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

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

Seeing there, Garlan suddenly felt a little bit 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.

…

So, this time, in order to survive, he must keep a distance from Huimos!

That’s right, it’s better not to take another step in this city from now on!

Just as Garlan was thinking this way firmly, there was a commotion in the middle of the hall. He looked over there and saw a group of people coming from the door of the hall.

The leader is a tall man with tan curly long hair draped over his broad shoulders, and a dark brown skin that symbolizes the status of a superior nobleman. His clothes are different from those behind him. A long dress hangs down from the top to the ankles, but his waist is wrapped with a gold belt, and he wears soft cloth shoes. On his head, he wears emerald green instead of gold, silver and gem ornaments. Crown of leaves made of olive branches and leaves.

In his right hand, he held a silver scepter about the same length as his arm. The top of the scepter was carved with a pattern of olive branches and leaves like his crown, embedded with leaf-shaped alexandrite.

Garlan looked at the tall man with no expression on her face.

He bit his lower lip hard, his hand on the stone bench was clenched a little bit, and his fingers clasped the stone slab hard.

Xiemuer.

His teacher.

His teacher.

The person he had trusted the most.

To him, it was a man who existed like Master Yan.

Xiemuer was a priest, serving the sun god Shamash.

Many gods are enshrined in this country, and there are also many priests who serve the gods. Only high-ranking nobles and noble bloodlines from the royal family have the qualifications to become priests who serve 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 are in charge of and in charge of the laws of this country. The laws of this country are determined by the king, and Shamash’s priests control and execute them. For this reason, most of the priests of Shamash are serious, upright, abstinent, and unkind. They advocate order, respect the law, and hate chaos.

Gallan stared at Xiemur, who was already standing still in the hall, without blinking.

The man stood among the crowd. He was a priest and a knowledgeable scholar, but his body was not thin, his whole person was extremely tall, and the brown arm holding the scepter was faintly visible with tight muscle outlines.

Gallan still remembers clearly to this day.

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

Later, when he was annoyed by the crowd, he stood alone in the garden. After standing for a while, he saw Xiemur suddenly rushing towards him.

The speed at which the man rushed was so fast that he couldn’t fully react.

He stayed on the spot, watching Xiemuer rushing over, pulling up the scepter in his right hand that never left him, and facing his head…No, it was brushing his head with the whistling wind, fiercely. Shoot behind him.

Bang!

It sounded like a dull sound of a watermelon being smashed to pieces.

Garlan, who subconsciously followed the scepter head that brushed his cheek and turned his head, was splashed with blood on his face.

…I seem to have seen some terrible picture…

After seeing the bloody and tragic picture, Gallan activated the self-protection system. After a moment of loss of consciousness, he finally regained consciousness.

Then, he saw the assassin who fell under his feet and was still twitching slightly, as well as the red, white and white assassin’s head that looked like a smashed watermelon…

Yes, his instructor, Xie Muer, who was a priest and scholar, swiped his scepter and waved the assassin to his brains.

Headshot with a stick.

As for the scepter that Xiemur had always held with one hand and never left his hand, it weighed more than forty catties.

Gallan at that time: “…”

From then on, he was left with only one expression in front of his violent teacher Sheemur, who could get a headshot with a scepter.

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………………

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

When he was reborn for the third time, he betrayed him and fell under Heimos’s command.