A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

From the moment of memory, the only thing a child feels is that he is hungry.

So hungry.

Hunger is always eating his body all the time, he never knows how to eat.

He has always lived in the dump, in the hole dug in the heap of garbage. The unpleasant odor for others was unacceptable to him.

The odor seemed to have penetrated into his body and blood, and penetrated his entire body, making him disgusting from inside to outside.

Everyone shy away from him.

But only then can he survive.

Only by staying in the **** dump can he grab the discarded junk cold food for the first time and fill the hungry stomach a little.

Only in the smelly garbage dump, those beggars taller than him would not come to rob him of the house he dug out.

He couldn't remember how many times, he fought with others in order to fight for some food.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he never flinched.

Because he had seen people who were starving to death without food, and the ugly, shrivelled corpses were lying on the ground, no longer alive, a little bit rotten, and gave off an unpleasant smell of corpses, which attracted vultures and mice to eat. Holding the corpse.

He didn't want to be like that at all, so he wanted to live anyway.

How can a skinny child grab food from those who are taller and stronger than him to survive?

Ruthless, ruthless than anyone else.

In this weak place, no one will help you, you can only rely on yourself. You must be like a mad dog, even if you break your leg, you must bite a piece of meat from the other side fiercely.

He was beaten all over with bruises and bruises, and he couldn't loose his mouth. He bit off a finger of the man who wanted to **** his food.

That's how he survived.

He couldn't remember how many times he was injured and how many times he was in danger.

Once he dragged his broken leg and crawled back into the hole in the dump, he had a high fever for a whole day and night. He once thought he would die like this.

But maybe it was really a cheap man, he just stood up.

A slum, the darkest and ugliest place in a city. Their group of dirty beggars are staying in that kind of place, where the garbage is collected, where the garbage is dumped in the city. Perhaps they themselves are part of the dumped and abandoned.

They only deserve to live in this rancid, dark place.

Occasionally, when he went out from the slums to beg outside, all he saw were disgusting, disgusting, and inescapable eyes. Even the so-called kind-hearted people who would give something to him, looked at him with condescending glance, contemptuous, as if looking down on the ants.

Those people looked at him like they looked at a humanoid garbage.

He didn't like the eyes of those people looking at him.

Suddenly one day, his entire life changed.

Several well-dressed people who were unattainable to him found him, crying and kneeling at his feet, shouting a strange name to him.

They cried and called him, little master Huimos.

These senior people who have walked on the road in the corner of their eyes will not give him a glance, call him the master?

At that time, he was very embarrassed, and still a little overwhelmed. The reaction was overwhelming, and he could only stand blankly.

"Hymos!"

With the sound of a crying voice, a good smell came.

The child raised his head and saw the best-looking young woman he had ever seen. The woman trotting towards him, his face excited, tears in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hug him.

Facing the woman's eager gaze, he felt that his chest was also filled with something, and it was warming up.

The woman's footsteps came to an abrupt end when he was about to approach him.

The hand that was intended to reach him was also stuck halfway, retracted to block in front of the lower half of the face, and covered his nose.

He saw a familiar look in the woman's eyes.

disgust.

What he had seen in the eyes of countless people, this moment was seen again in the eyes of the woman who made his heart beat.

The chest that had warmed up at this moment sank, cooled down, and became cold again.

Only when he calmed down did he see clearly and clearly.

Those who knelt in front of him, looked at him with flattering eyes, and seemed to call his little master respectfully, and looked at his eyes also with a deep disgust that he tried to cover up.

He thought it was no different.

These people, this woman who claimed to be his mother, that person, those people, no matter who they are, are the same.

All people are the same.

The teenager suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness and woke up from the dreams of the past.

It was dark all around, it was already night, and only a faint moonlight came in from the window, shining on his cheeks.

The body is heavy and hot.

The hard feeling he hadn't felt in a long time but somehow familiar.

When he was very young, when he was just a humble little beggar that everyone could beat and trample, at that time, he dragged his bruised body, lying in a hole dug in the garbage, and his body was hot , Burned unconscious.

Now it seems to be back to the past.

He managed to hold up his heavy body, and large drops of sweat slid down his hot chin and dripped onto the sheets.

He tried to shout twice in a hoarse voice. No one responded, and no one was inside or outside.

Unexpectedly, it is just a usual shove. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that King Camos's favorite brother is that little child, but he is nothing more than a gift.

He gasped and rolled over.

The whole body was hot and hot, and he needed cold water.

Heimos shook his weak body and walked slowly outside.

However, his body was so weak that he couldn't take it easy. This was just when he walked to the door. His eyes suddenly turned black and he couldn't hold it anymore. The whole person fell forward suddenly.

"Wow--?"

A loud shout, of course, did not come from a shy Hummerus who had fallen unconscious on the ground.

The shout was made by Galan, who was almost hit by the fallen Heimus as soon as he reached the door.

Slow down.

Gallan thought of being knocked down on the ground.

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It was really tangled with the look before Huimos left, he asked the servant about Huimos's residence. At night, he pretended to sleep on the bed, and after all the maids had left, they sneaked through the window and ran out.

He thought he had to secretly turn the window when he was here. As a result, at first glance, there was no servant. Only the gatekeeper was still dozing, and he slipped in effortlessly.

He just ran to the door and suddenly saw a figure hit him.

Gallan shrank back instinctively, but still had no time to hide completely. A teenager fell to the ground and knocked him down. Now, the teenager's head is pressed on his thigh.

What is this doing?

Gallan, who was squashed on both legs, was somehow inexplicable, and he reached out to push, but as soon as the hand touched Heimus' head, he froze.

It's hot.

Heimus's face was hot to the touch.

Through the moonlight, he saw that the other person's face was pressing red on his leg, like a fire, and it didn't look right.

Looking at it again, the scars on Huimus's body were only roughly cleaned and not cleaned up at all. The boy's body glowed blue and purple under the moonlight, and his blushed face looked shocking.

Therefore, your temper of death and suffering cannot be changed in a lifetime.

See if I feel uncomfortable, why not give you the ointment? Isn't it you who suffered in the end?

If I hadn't come to you on a whim tonight, maybe I'll be mentally retarded this night.

With such annoying thoughts in his heart, Gallan got up from the ground. The wind is cold at night, and I already had a fever, and then continue to let this person blow in the night wind will only get worse. Garland, who wanted to bring Huimus to the house, grabbed an arm of the burned young boy and tried to put him up.

I dragged it, not to mention it got up, it didn't move.

Galan looked at Heimus, who was lying on the ground, raising his long figure, and then looked at his calf.

Well, it can't be dragged, it can't stand, it can't be carried on its back.

He thought about it.

Okay, then drag it.

He thought so, so he did, and grabbed Heimus's hand and began to drag into the room.

Heimus is thin, and it is reasonable that it is not very heavy, but he has a large skeleton and looks like a lot of muscles on his thin body. For a seven or eight-year-old child who has not exercised since childhood, even if it is just dragged, it is difficult. Not good.

Garland almost exerted his strength to feed milk, and at the speed of the snail, he dragged Huimos into the house little by little.

As soon as he entered the room, he gasped and looked at the half-meter-high bed, suddenly dumbfounded. He can drag Huimos, but it is impossible for him now to hold this guy on the bed.

and many more.

Why did one of his young children drag Ferrybara into the house and hug his bed?

He ran straight out, wouldn't he just call someone over?

The child who finally turned his head scolded himself stupid, and then turned to run to the door. When he just ran to the door, he clicked and felt something hard kicked under his feet.

The hard thing was kicked out by him, slammed against the door, and rolled back.

Garland looked down, and the moonlight shining from the door was reflected on the thing rolling back to his feet, and a cold silver light reflected on his eyes.

It was a bright silver dagger with no trace of decoration. It should have fallen from him when he dragged him into the door.

He leaned over and reached out to hold the sharp silver blade, and the cold air penetrated into his fingers, starting cold.

At the depth of the spiral concave at the junction of the handle and the sword body, a faint red trace can be seen faintly, showing that this silver dagger is not an ornament, but has actually seen blood, as if I can feel a little bit Evil air leaked from above.

Garland knelt halfway on the ground, staring at the dagger in his hand.

The moonlight shone on the dagger, reflecting a bright light on his cheeks, and let the golden iris edge reflect the strange light.

What's upset in my heart.

That wickedness seemed to penetrate into the depths of his blood through his skin, making his blood agitate at this moment.

He turned to look at Heimus on his side.

The young and naive boy lay on the ground, beside him, his body was hot, unconscious, and his face was flushed, his mouth slightly opened, and he gasped in a hurry. Sweat ran down the juvenile's slender neck, wet wet black hair tips stuck to the neck, even a little sweat oozed out of the chest, and the slightly reddish honey-colored skin reflected the moist luster under the moonlight.

Huimus lay there, opening his chest, exposing his most vulnerable neck, without any resistance.

Garland clenched the cold dagger in his hand, his heart beating violently at this moment.

It seemed as though an invisible force from the abyss had bewitched him, and there was a faint voice screaming in his brain.

right now.

It's now.

All he needs to do is pierce the blade through Heimus' heart—

This guy who killed him four times-

This boy who might kill him again in the future

As long as he starts now-

Moonlight is like water, falling on the half cheek of the child kneeling on the ground.

The child lowered his head, the soft blond hair shimmered, and the skin on the cheeks reflecting the moonlight was like snow.

He clenched his silver dagger's fingers tightly, so hard that his knuckles were already bloodless.

There was deathly silence in the night.

In this terrible death, Gallan suddenly raised his dagger ——

With a sonorous sound, Yin Liang's dagger was pressed heavily on the ground, and a squealing noise of metal and stone rubbing was made.

The child who slammed the dagger on the ground raised his other hand, and without a warning, slaped himself with a slap.

This slap is so heavy that after a snap, you can see the red fingerprints on the delicate skin.

Gallan knelt on the ground, pressed his hands to the ground, gasping for breath.

Blond hair was scattered in front of his wide eyes, the child's face seemed to have just freed himself from the nightmare, his forehead had oozed sweat, and his pupils were shaking slightly.

He gasped in a hurry, and he calmed down after a while.

Garlan stood up, turned around and walked to Huymus, then leaned down and crouched again.

He knelt down next to Heimus, squeezed his lips, thrust the silver dagger into Heimus's waist, and fastened it to Heimus' belt.

He seemed to be relieved of a large rock, and he exhaled gently and stood up.

Have to call someone immediately.

He thought so.

But just the moment he was about to stand up, he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed his wrist--