A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Garland no longer dared to stay on the road, fearing that something bad happened again, and ran back to the little palace where the crescent moon pool started.

Because he ran too fast along the way, tired, he stood next to a huge gray-white column, one hand propped on the column, bent slightly to gasp, and his sweaty face was slightly red.

He was panting, and just now two young boys passed by beside him while talking, and stopped talking as soon as he saw him. One of them glanced at him with a corner of his eyes, revealing a disdainful look, turned his head proudly, and seemed to be too lazy to look at him. The other round-faced boy was better, and walked over to see him, showing sympathetic eyes.

sympathy?

Some inexplicable Garland looked down at the round-faced boy's eyes, and then saw half of the footprints on his side clothes, suddenly realized.

Yes, the little **** boys who had been run off kicked him a few feet when he didn't pay attention, so he left footprints on his clothes. I want to come, those bear children should have bullied him often before, everyone here knows well, plus his present panic and sweaty appearance, in the eyes of others, it is probably him He was bullied again, so this round-faced boy saw that sympathetic look when he saw him.

"Tal do they bully you again?"

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No, this time they were bullied by me.

Despite this thought in his heart, Gallan was too lazy to explain, and was not in a mood to deal with this passerby. He simply bowed his head and pretended to be sad.

The round-faced teenager looked at this child, who was one head shorter than himself, did not speak with his head down, and felt more and more pitiful. Although this child was also born noble and belonged to the bloodline beside the royal family, but because of the skin color, they became alien.

Although the white and tender look is lovely, it makes people feel good at first sight, but after this child came here, those who came first looked down on him in the background, thinking that the blood of the lower aristocracy on his body confused the royal family. His lineage is almost secretly isolated from him. And the first comer is such a leader, and the other teenagers who come one after another also look down on him.

The child who was born too stubborn was bullied. Instead, he showed a proud look and ignored people, which made people more angry and was bullied even more.

Everyone treats the kid who is bullying and humbling as a kid, and no one takes him seriously. Who is here is not a royal aristocrat, and he is not afraid of trouble. Moreover, this child's age is so small, coupled with the skin color, I know at a glance that it is just to come together, it is impossible to be selected as the younger brother, so they also bullied people more unscrupulously.

The round-faced boy looked at Gallan, and his eyes were a high-spirited look, a kind of domineering sympathy. Gallan glanced at it and saw that, so when the teenager came to express his goodwill, he did not answer.

When the round-faced boy saw him not talking, he felt that the child was cowardly, and looked down upon, and was even more pitiful. He directly raised his hand and stuffed a loaf of bread in his hand, saying, "The meal time has passed, you are gone now, take this pad first tonight."

This bread was originally taken by him after he finished eating, and he was going to feed the bird. Seeing that the child was so pitiful, he gave it away.

No food?

Gallan froze for a moment before he noticed that after a series of bad luck, the sun was sinking.

After thinking for a while, he did not refuse and took the bread from the other party.

He looks cute, with big eyes like jewels, and looks obedient and clever when he doesn't speak with his lips closed, standing there, with two small hands holding a big bread, like a pet, stained Khan’s pale blonde hair was softly attached to the milky white cheeks, and the small look looked pitiful and cute. Even the boy who had initially lost sight of him couldn’t help but glance at him, and The round-faced boy who handed him bread even touched his head.

"It will be better to endure this day, and tomorrow will be over, and you can go home."

After saying this, he didn't say much, and went away with his companion.

Neither he nor his companions, nor anyone else, took this kid seriously. They all determined that the title of Brother Wang would certainly not fall on this impure child.

Listening to this, Gallan's heart jumped.

What do you mean by this person's words? Tomorrow is the time to choose the younger brother from this group of young candidates?

He was anxious.

It was too fast, he had no time to do anything.

Are you going to the exam room tomorrow?

He is now unprepared. He is simply a naked exam. He can’t find the direction of the surprise attack before the exam.

His head grew big at the thought of this.

The long march of Wanli didn't even take the first step, is it time for Shen Sha to collapse?

Gallan thought hardly.

If he could not become the younger brother, he would not have the right to inherit the throne.

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

If he didn't take the throne, it might be that Huimos took the throne.

In this way, the trajectory of fate cannot be changed, then his mission will still fail, and this kingdom will still be destroyed by the anger of the gods, and he will still be cursed by the gods, and he will not be able to reach adulthood.

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

Because it will die before the age of eighteen.

The blond child opened his mouth, and took a bite of the long bread in his hand. He chewed the bread he had bitten as if it was Hemos.

While biting the bread, he walked thoughtfully into his room.

In any case, he must find a way to become the younger brother.

Once not selected

The child paused to bite the bread.

He suddenly stopped at the same place, motionless, his mouth still holding the quirky posture that had just been bitten down without a bite.

His pupils contracted sharply at this moment.

If not selected?

If you are not selected, you cannot become a younger brother.

If he is not a younger brother, he has no right to inherit the throne.

The strange thought flashed through his head, and Gallan felt his heart beating violently.

Subconsciously, he held his breath.

If he does not have the right to inherit the throne, is there any reason for him to kill him?

Gallan squeezed the long bread in his hand hard, almost with his fingers.

His eyes brightened at this moment, as if he saw a dawn ignited at this moment in his otherwise doomed future.

No more.

There is no reason to kill him.

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He is not a younger brother, and without succession to the throne, Huimos will not kill him--

Then he can live!

Garland felt excited that this approach was possible.

The so-called curse that cannot live for eighteen years was imposed on him only after the kingdom was destroyed. In other words, he does not have this curse in his life now.

The reason he died in the previous four rebirths was that he was killed because he was fighting for the throne with Heimus, not because of a curse.

And at the beginning, he had no interest in the fight for the throne. If it were not for that voice to tell him that if he could not correct the trajectory of destiny, he would not live long, and he would not have come to do such a thing that he was not good at all.

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

If it is just not to die, then, to change the way of thinking, now, he has another way to let himself live.

As long as he is not the younger brother, he will not compete with Heimus for the throne.

Then, he can survive in this world, as Gallan, as an ordinary bloodline beside the royal family.

He is not a rival of Huimos.

Garland knew this.

Not because of ability, but because of desire.

He lacked the horrible desire of Heimus.

He didn't know the reason, but he could see that Huimos had a very strong desire for the throne that he must get a hand even if everything was destroyed.

An almost crazy obsession.

That kind of crazy obsession allowed Heimus to stain his blood with both hands without hesitation, stepping on the bones of a broken limb, walking across the path paved by the white bones, and onto the **** throne .

And he can't do it.

He can't win the madman.

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

In wild thought, Gallan has returned to his own residence.

He lay 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 put him on the throne? Why must the so-called destiny make him the king of this kingdom?

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

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

Moreover, although outsiders are rumored that Heimus is brutal, he will definitely become a tyrant in the future, but Gallan, the opponent, knows that the cruelty and violentness of Heimus are only aimed at the enemy, and that person has never hurt ordinary people. people.

On the large bed, the child nestled in the soft bed closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

So be it.

he thinks.

He can't win Huymos, so stay away from him.

He has no ability to correct his destiny, so he can only ask the angel to find his other reincarnation to complete this task.

Huimus, after tomorrow, you will become your prince, and I will go back to my hometown.

In this life, you and I are no longer involved.

Ah, the weather is good.

Standing in the courtyard, the morning sunlight is bright and not poisonous, and it also sweeps the crescent-shaped pool water surface with the cool wind of the night, bringing a little moist atmosphere and gently passing under the sky.

The child bathed in sunlight looked up at the endless clear blue sky, and the pale blonde hair flew softly like catkins, reflecting the faint golden luster.

Now that he was determined to give up the throne, Gallan naturally had no pressure. He stepped on the steps and looked at the white or lilac hyacinth shaking in the wind by the pool water. He stretched his hands and felt very good.

Even other people around him either ignored him or looked at him with disgust, which could not affect his good mood. He thinks he's thinking about those little fart kids. Anyway, today, except for someone who probably went back to his home, he doesn't know if he can meet him again in his life.

Having begun to wonder how to return to his "home", how to not expose his abnormal Galland in front of those "family", he did not notice at all. Some teenagers who looked at him glanced behind him and showed good drama. Look.

Suddenly someone slammed him from behind and stumbled him.

And he happened to be a stone staircase at the foot, one did not stand still, the whole person fell.

Gallan's eyes lifted up and he saw the fleshy heavyweight standing on the steps and sneered at him.

Fatty.

He scolded in his heart, closed his eyes, and waited for his death.

However, when he was ready to throw a four-legged humiliating face under the eyes of all eyes, he did not fall to the ground.

When he stumbled down the steps, someone hit his back.

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

Garlan let out a sigh of relief and turned to want to thank the person who supported him.

As soon as he turned his head to see the man behind him, his eyes widened, and the words of gratitude also stuck in his throat.

At the same time, he hadn't waited for his reaction. His body was light, and he had been picked up.

"Does your foot still hurt?"

The voice of the teenager in the voice-changing period is a little hoarse and not pleasant, but the tone is gentle.

Gallan, who was hugged, looked at the familiar face in front of him, and the pair of golden red eyes looked at him with interrogative eyes. His mood was very complicated for a while.

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

Garland couldn't help thinking.

In the past eight years, what happened in the end, so that the teenager in front of him turned into a brutal and devilish demon?