A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The younger brother of Aaron Landis was taken hostage by Heimus to another place.

Gallan was too lazy to give up the struggle, anyway, the group of people was estimated to be not a rival of Huimos. He originally intended to see Huimos being beaten by everyone, and did not expect that group of people to be real. What can he say about Huimos.

However, Huimus would actually make fun of him, which is really beyond Garland's expectations.

The future Huimos was murky all day long, and the word joke and this person couldn't stand at all.

And now, Huimos...To be honest, when he first met the boy, he looked very arrogant and arrogant, and he seemed to seldom interact with people, let alone laugh at others. Too.

That kind of thing doesn't exist at all.

Garland scratched his head.

It feels...Hyimos seems to be...a bit, childish?

I don't know if this change is good or bad.

However, regardless of whether the change is good or bad, the question now is-

"Who is your princess?"

Garland flicked away and was kicked away by Huimos.

From the moment he walked all the way, the teenager has been holding his hand tightly without letting go, as if afraid of him running away.

Heimus turned to look at the child whose cheeks were bulging because of his temper.

The child's face was still carrying baby fat, so it swelled up, and it was rounded, wrapped in that soft blond hair, which made people want to poke.

The teenager thought about the chance of being hated by Gallan if he now reached out and pinched Gallan's face a few times.

After thinking over, he resisted the urge to pinch the child's soft cheeks, just rubbed the fluffy blond hair.

He said, "Isn't it like?"

The teenager raised an eyebrow and said, "The little princess is always going to be captured by the devil, isn't it?"

If it had been before, Huimos himself felt that such words were very ridiculous.

But now, looking at the child in front of him, he couldn't help but want to tease the child again.

Moreover, Little Galland is much more lovely than the so-called little princes in fairy tales.

He thought.

If he is the devil, he will catch this.

Garland pulled a corner of his mouth. He looked at Heimus's eyebrows and looked down at him. He knew in his heart that the more he lost his temper, the more he might be pleased with him. Make him angry.

I am not angry.

not angry.

The real me is bigger than Huimos, how angry with a child?

In this way, he repeatedly admonished himself several times, and Garland's breath slowly calmed down.

He looked up and smiled at Heimus.

"So, are you the devil?"

The child seemed to smile innocently.

He said: "There will be a knight to rescue the princess, take the princess away, and then the devil will be killed by the knight~~"

Huimus frowned.

Obviously it was just a childish saying by a child, but somehow he was a little uncomfortable listening.

However, what made him uncomfortable was not the last sentence of "The Demon King was killed", but the middle sentence.

When he thought of anyone, he would be very uncomfortable to take the kid who was smiling at him away from him.

After deliberately saying that, Garland saw Huimus frowning.

Suddenly, he was in a good mood.

Anyway, as long as Huimus was not happy, he would be happy.

He was thinking so comfortably. Heimos seemed to understand what he was doing, his frowning eyebrows spread out, showing an indifferent expression, and he patted his head with his hand.

"As long as the devil kills all the knights."

The dark-haired teenager said, understatement.

Garland's mouth twitched again.

"Don't tamper with the ending, everyone knows that the devil is destined to be killed by the knight."

"Tampering? That's not called tampering."

Huimus smiled.

"There is no destiny, and there is no destiny." He said, raising a hand and holding it in the void, as if grasping something hard, "Our destiny is all determined by ourselves."

"........."

This time, Garland did not speak again.

He watched Siloms silently, the now-young teenager clenched his fists, his golden red eyes unabashedly showing contempt for the so-called fate.

People who are strong enough to change their lives...

It is this person who has stepped on the feet of his so-called destiny in the future!

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The sun was shining brightly, the breeze slowly, and the sweet breath of the morning swept across the earth.

Early in the morning, a group of people were in the martial arts arena. One of the teenagers with short linen hair was standing there, holding the bow in both hands and pulling it away, pulling the bow to the limit.

After calming down for a while, he suddenly let go.

With a thud, the arrow of the off-string pierced the belly of the target of the opposite puppet.

The other teenagers around wowed, and the bow and arrow instructor beside them also showed a satisfied look and nodded.

Among the ten arrows, this is the best result of this test so far. This young boy with short linen hair has always been a leader in archery and has made great progress.

After the tutor nodded in satisfaction, he turned his attention to the next one.

Then his eyes twitched slightly.

The next exam is Prince Garland.

When the blond prince came forward with a bow and arrow, all the surroundings were silent, and everyone looked at each other, knowing each other well.

Sure enough, when Prince Garland's ten arrows were shot, looking at the two arrows on the puppet's target-and the two arrows on the puppet's knee, everyone fell silent.

The middle-aged uncle who was a bow and arrow instructor rubbed his temples and only felt a headache.

It's almost a month, and Prince Garland's archery hasn't improved at all.

Under the silent gaze of everyone, Garland came down gray.

... This time he didn't intentionally get such a bad grade, but he really couldn't do it in archery. He really couldn't understand it. A target so far away, the so-called several key parts are a little bit far away, and pitifully small-he was wondering, why are some people shooting accurately?

Garland was wondering here, and one of the few shots had already gone up.

It is a bit different from other people. Heimus is holding a long bow, which is generally used for adults, because the strength required to pull the bow is not small, and the young teenagers cannot fill it up. bow.

Heimos stood there, the muscles on his brown-skinned shoulders and arms almost squeezed and bulging slightly with naked eyes.

The long bow in his hand was steadily pulled into the shape of a full moon, and the bow string was obviously stretched to the limit.

His tightly whitened fingers loosened--

With a buzzing sound, the shot of the arrow seemed to break through the air and galloped away like lightning, instantly piercing the doll's head.

He continued breathlessly, shooting one arrow after another.

The next few arrows are also the key points where the arrows hit the puppet target's throat, heart, and so on.

On the martial arts ground, there was no sound for a while.

Some teenagers who admire the strong can’t help but want to applaud, but they are worried that applauding will make Prince Garland uncomfortable and can only hold on bluntly, but still can’t help turning their eager gaze to Huimus.

Some people's faces are even more ugly. They feel that Prince Galland accidentally missed, and his grades are not good. Prince Heimus has performed so well. This comparison-is this not the intention to hit Prince Gallan's face? ?

That's right, Prince Huimus must have done it on purpose.

At least that's what the little fat man Tal, who glared at Heimos, thought so.

He thought that Prince Huimos must have been jealous of His Highness Gallan's favor, and he deliberately repeatedly made His Highness faceless.

He leaned over to Garlan and patted his chest.

"Wait, Your Highness, I will help you find the place!"

Gallan glanced at him, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

So the little fat man set off vigorously.

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Ten minutes later, he returned in disgrace.

His performance was worse than Gallan's, and Gallan hit two or three shots anyway. He missed all ten arrows.

I knew this would happen.

Gallan, who had no hope for the fat man at all, thought so.

This time the interim test is over, and everyone has spread out in twos and threes. Two or three teenagers hesitated a little, and then walked to Huimus, talking to him in a low voice.

For those who took the initiative to speak to themselves, the isolated Huimos neither showed a happy expression nor refused to be thousands of miles away, and calmly talked with the teenagers.

The little fat man stared at the teenagers who were actively talking to Hymores, and he wrote down the names of the teenagers on the notebook.

For him, the actions of those few people at this moment are a betrayal to His Highness Gallan, and it is absolutely unforgivable!

Tal was so angry here that Garland didn't pay attention to it at all. He went straight to the bow and arrow test field and picked up the bow and arrow again.

To be honest, in terms of knowledge, he just made a false grade and deliberately scored it, but in terms of personal martial arts, he actually wanted to learn it seriously.

After all, after leaving the palace, he wanted to travel across the continent. If he didn't have a good martial art, wouldn't it be very dangerous?

Moreover, among all martial arts, he is most interested in archery.

You know, in his original world, but there is a saying-since ancient archers are forced.

Of course, he can study things that can be hung!

just……

Opening the bow again and shooting an arrow, looking at the arrow passing by the puppet target, Gallan was very depressed.

In fact, his archery was also very poor in previous generations.

... Could he really have no talent for archery?

Are these lives destined not to be forced?

The child was holding a bow and arrow here, depressed, and suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and held in his hand.

"Hold tight, stand firm."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Garland knew who it was without turning back.

"Stand up straight, tighten your shoulders, don't use your fingers to force, from the shoulders and arms."

"Don't stare at the target, stare where the target is a bit above."

Heimus stood behind him, and said that brown fingers covered Gallan's hand, helping Gallan adjust the finger's fine bow holding posture.

"It's now, let go--"

With a hum, the arrow flew away and slammed the chest of the puppet target opposite.

Although it is not the point, it is very close.

"bingo!"

"Ok."

Seeing that the child in his arms showed a happy smile, as if infected, Huimus smiled.

"Come on, continue." He said, "I will take you to practice a few more times, as long as you remember this feeling, you can shoot yourself."

He was about to hold Gallan's hand again and shoot him a few more times. Suddenly, the noise of commotion came from behind.

"king!"

"King Camos!"

"what--"

The teenagers who hadn't had time to leave then leaned over in panic, kneeled down, and saluted King Camos who suddenly came to the training ground.

As soon as Huimus and Galland turned around, they saw that Aaron Landis, who had brown hair like a lion, was striding forward, followed by Xiemuer and others.

There was something flickering in the teenager's eyes, and then, bowing his head to salute, his thick black forehead blocked his eyes.

"Ah, Brother Wang?"

The people on the ground knelt on their knees, bowed their heads, but the blond child stood on the spot, still holding the bow and arrow in his hand, raised his head, and shouted Brother Wang.

At a glance, I knew that the younger brother was so accustomed to doing so because of his habit, and one can imagine how much King Camos indulged him.

King Camos was very happy to run to see his younger brother practicing archery, and by the way, teach him.

But as soon as he arrived at the training ground, King Camos was not happy when he saw it from a distance.

The little devil he hadn't liked very much approached his younger brother, and he was starting to teach Gallan to shoot arrows.

That won't work.

Camos thought dissatisfiedly.

In the future, it would be his right to teach his younger brother to practice sword, riding and archery...cough, no, it is his responsibility.

How can others be allowed to take away this right... No, responsibility?

"Come on, Brother Wang teaches you."

Camos ignored Heymus, who was standing next to him, and touched his little brother's head with a smile.

"Brother Wang archery is super powerful." He stood behind Gallan happily and leaned over, reaching out to hold Gallan's hand to teach him archery, "Look, that's it—"

But something embarrassing happened.

He was originally taller than ordinary people, and the Gallans were so small that he couldn't even reach his waist. If he wanted to hold Gallan's hand, he had to squat down.

But squatting down, it is not easy to teach Gallan bow-stretching skills.

Moreover, his palm is very large, and he can wrap Galland's small hand all at once, and his fingers are thick. There is no way to fine-tune the gesture of Gallan's bow holding finger.

"Your teaching method is wrong."

King Camos was entangled, and Huimos, who had been watching with cold eyes, suddenly spoke.

"what?"

"The bow-holding posture you are teaching is a strong bow technique-I know you are used to a strong bow, but you also know that different bows have different methods of use, and there are subtle differences in gestures and aspects, Gallan cannot use strong bows. You teach him with your habit of controlling strong bows, and you will only teach him in the wrong direction."

King Camos: ".........oh."

After he finished, he could only give up teaching his younger brother to shoot arrows, and stood up pretentiously.

Garland held the bow in his hand and thought about it, turning his head, his big golden eyes glanced at Huimus.

"Then you continue to teach me?"

Garland felt.

The mortal enemy is the mortal enemy, but he will never be polite to learn from the mortal enemy.

For the sake of so-called self-esteem, it is stupid to let the people with the strongest archery except King Camos not learn.

Heimus didn't speak, but walked straight over, as before, standing behind Gallan, holding his hand and continuing to teach him.

King Camos stood behind and looked.

Although Huimos was bigger than Gallan and taller than Gallan, it was only a few years older. As long as he bent down, he just caught Gallan in his arms.

He stood behind Gallan, holding Gallan's hand to teach gestures, the gesture just let him get close to Gallan's ear, he whispered in Gallan's ear. At first glance, it was like two children with ears huddled together and talking intimately.

Camos became more and more depressed.

He always had the feeling that his little brother was snatched away by this stinking devil.

He turned around depressively and left here.

Gallan devoted himself to learning archery with Heimus without paying attention to his prince's disappointment.

Hemois, who had noticed, turned his head and glanced at it. No one noticed that the corner of his mouth lifted without a trace.

King Camos, who took the chance and defeated the king, thought about it on the way back and spoke.

"Sherman."

"Yes?"

"I haven't moved my muscles and bones these days, come, go to the arena and practice with me."

"Yes."

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Then, although the military value is also very good, but after all, the priest of Sharmash, who is still better than the lion king, was beaten by the King Camos in the arena.

The author has something to say: King Camos: "There is a stinking kid and I snatching the younger brother and be happy. I am an adult and can't bully the kid, I'm even more angry. Well, I have to beat the shepherd."

Xie Muer, who was beaten up: "..............."

Well, after all, it was the culprit that led the wolf into the room.

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