A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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It was noon, when the sun was shining, and Galan, who had just finished drinking porridge, was lying on the bed and was drowsy.

He was a little depressed. Because of the injury, the doctor said that in order to avoid inflammation and scarring, it is best to eat only light things before the injury is done.

So for more than half a month, fruit porridge, meat porridge, clear porridge, olive porridge...he ate it all the time. Tapti made a variety of porridge for him in a different way. When I go to porridge, I feel sick.

In order to eat something tasteful, he used to lose his self-esteem to all kinds of coquettishness to the Tapti female officer. However, the female officer who used to eat this set was very firm this time, no matter how he behaved, he would not agree to him.

"Prince, you must hold back during this time, otherwise the wound will leave scars."

Leave a little scar and leave it, anyway, there are so three places, it is not serious, he is a boy and not a girl, his clothes are blocked by a block to cover, why should Putty put this look like a big enemy ?

Garland was very puzzled about this.

No way! How can the white and tender skin of my little prince leave scars! I will never allow it!

It seemed that the mature and stable female officer held her breath at this moment, and she must not let her cute little prince leave a scar.

Her supervision of the doctor was even stronger than that of King Camos.

Although he didn't like to eat, he knew that Tapti was for his own good, so Gallan ate the bowl of porridge obediently.

As soon as his stomach was full, he was a little sleepy.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed, confused, his eyes gradually closed, and he was about to fall asleep.

It's just that he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, and he kept touching his face, making him sleep unsteady.

Gallan yelled, turned his face, and turned his side to the side, thinking that he could escape that kind of harassment. However, after turning his head, he was quiet for less than a minute, and something kept touching his cheeks.

Something kept sweeping across the cheeks, soft, a little pierced, and itchy.

Under the unremitting harassment of the unknown thing, the child opened his eyes hard.

A little fluffy head came into his eyes, and the little brown lion leaned over to him, licking him with his little tongue, and arching him with his little head.

When he saw Gallan's eyes open, the lion cub was suddenly happy, the long tail flicked, and the fluff on the tip of the tail flickered. It leaned closer together, licking hard at Gallan.

Gallan raised his hand and pushed away the little guy who kept licking his face.

It has been several months since I met each other. The little lion Nega has grown up a lot and has a lot of energy. He can't push it away without some effort.

The lion cub grows fast, and it is no longer the little hairball at the first sight, he can't hold it anymore.

In particular, the mane on the head and ears are long and dense, and the outline of the face is unfolded, bringing a little power. According to the maids who took care of it, this little guy was very majestic among brothers and sisters, and almost all other little lions listened to it, quite as powerful and courageous as the King of Beasts.

However, Gallan couldn't see the courage of this little guy, because as long as Nega came to him, it was still like the hair ball of a child, selling to him, and all kinds of begging.

Even the shouts were wailing, softly like coquetry.

Gallan sat up, hugged the leaning lion, and began to puff it.

He turned his head and looked at Kehos standing at the door.

"You brought it over?"

Kehos leaned against the door and shrugged.

"I don't have that time." He said, "It ran by itself."

Little Nega was particularly active before she was weaned. She always likes to run everywhere, making those maids anxious. This grows up a bit, and it is more naughty, but fortunately, Gallan can still control it and make it obedient.

However, Gallan hadn't looked for it in ten days, and Little Nega was anxious. Finally, he couldn't help it, and he sneaked out of the animal garden and found it himself.

As soon as Kehuos entered the courtyard, he saw the little lion lying on the door board, waving two small claws and scratching the door hard, as if he wanted to scratch the door.

The small appearance of the fluffy little body lying on the door made Kehos even want to laugh.

He laughed and walked over.

Little Nega glanced at him, presumably because he often stayed with Garland and also got familiar with Nega. It snorted at him, scratched the door with its claws, and slashed its teeth.

The meaning of it is obvious-open the door to my uncle, or bite you.

Kehos smiled and opened the door, and he rushed in, jumped onto the bed, and licked Gallan who had fallen asleep.

I found it myself.

Garland thought.

Finished, once this little guy finds it once, I am afraid it can be found again and again.

As he thought about it, he slapped Nega's small head.

The little lion leaned into his arms, and he hugged his hair and squinted, his tail flicking comfortably.

Just comfortably, his head was suddenly slapped, it opened his eyes, tilted his head and gazed at Gallan with a whimper, that expression of dumb expression, looks nothing like a ferocious king of beasts .

Garlan rubbed his chin, and he immediately forgot the slap in the back of his head. He rubbed Garlan's hand straight and hummed, looking very enjoyable.

Gallan looked at it, suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Kehuos.

"Speaking of it, I remember you seem to have a little mouse?"

"Yes, I trained it to pass credit."

"Well, it's smart." Garlan laughed when he thought of the little black rat who sent him a letter when he was locked in a cave of all things. He looked at Kehuos left and right, and he didn't see the little black mouse, so he asked curiously.

"Kahoes, I never seem to see it by your side? Is it still there?"

"Yes." The blonde knight replied with a smile. "But I usually let it go and move around freely."

With that said, Kehos looked at the sky, then took out a tiny piccolo the size of a little finger, and put a beep in his mouth.

After this beep, not long afterwards, there was a slight rustling sound in the courtyard, and a small black shadow rushed out of the dense bushes and quickly rushed into the house.

The little black mouse is a little smaller than the ordinary mouse, its black fur is shiny, and the fluffy black is dark, and the small bean eyes are bright and twirling and flexible.

It stood upright, standing in front of its owner, squeaking twice.

Kehuos squatted down and put his hand before him.

The little black rat squeaked, and ran to Kehos's hand, and he moved obediently.

Kehuos supported it with the palm of his right hand and brought it to Galland.

The little black mouse stood upright on the palm of his master, his small paws crouched in front of his chest, and he tilted his head to look at Gallan, and then raised a paw and waved at Gallan, squeaking again, as if to him Same greeting.

Garland was amused by it all at once.

"It really is smart."

"Well, I have tried to domesticate them since his grandfather's generation. It is the third generation and has the best understanding of my instructions."

Garland thought for a moment, and took a piece of preserved fruit from the small table beside the bed, trying to feed the little black mouse.

But the little black rat squeaked and didn't eat it.

"It is rigorously trained and will not eat food that has not passed my hands, in order to avoid it being lured by others."

Kehuos said with a smile, and then took the preserved fruit from Gallan, and handed it to Gallan in front of the little black rat.

This time, when Gallan passed it, the little black mouse began to nibble with its two small paws holding the preserved fruit.

Just as the little prince fed the little black rat with great enthusiasm, a sudden wailing shocked Gallan, and the little black rat was so scared that the fruit on his hands fell off.

I saw that the little lion who had been leaning obediently in Gallan's arms didn't know when to jump out, and it was a scream at the little black rat.

It stopped in front of Gallan, as if he wanted to separate Gallan from the little black rat, and stared at the little black rat aggressively, so scared that the little black rat crawled along and followed Kehos' arm. On the shoulder, and then retracted behind Kehuos shoulder.

The next second, it sneaked out of his head again, watching the movement of the little lion.

Little Nega was whispering, twitching her teeth, grinning her teeth, not just rushing at the little black rat, but even Kehos also got angry, growling and letting Kehos quickly get out.

Gallan hugged it around his neck and dragged it back, crying and laughing for a while, and constantly plucking his hair to appease it.

The one-eyed knight hugged his chest with both hands and stood there laughing out loud.

The little black mouse shrunk behind his shoulders, and his little eyes turned and peeked at the little lion.

Although the little lion was hugged by Gallan, he still yelled at Kehos and the little black rat restlessly.

For a time, the room was a mess.

At this moment, a loud knock sounded in the room, and Garland looked up and found that Huimos did not know when to appear at the door.

He held a black wooden box in one hand and lifted the other with his knuckles knocking heavily on the door panel, frowning at the room, his thin lips slightly pursed, and he looked a little unhappy.

auzw.com "Kejos." He stared at the little black mouse on Kehos's shoulder and said, "Don't bring dusty animals before Garland is better. Come in."

Kehuos froze for a moment, then bowed his head slightly.

A bunch of blonde hair hung down his shoulders, and the little black mouse looked up at Heimus, and next second, he slipped, as if scared by Heimus, he retracted into Kehuos' back. No more probes.

The knight bowed slightly to Garland and said, "Sorry, Your Highness, I was negligent."

"No, it's fine. I asked you to watch it first."

Garland waved his hand and said, "Moreover, my injury is much better and I don't need to be so nervous anymore."

The doctor said that his wound had completely scabed up, as long as the scab had come off.

He doesn't need to continue lying down now, he can lie down to sleep in front.

"No."

Heimus refuted Garland's words, and he glanced at Kehuos.

"You go out."

Kehuos shrugged his shoulders, then turned and walked out.

Little paws were picking up the clothes on his back, and the little black mouse was hanging on his back, turning his head to stare at Gallan with small black eyes, squeaking as if to say goodbye.

The child smiled suddenly, raised his hand and waved to the little black mouse, saying goodbye to it.

But just after the hand waved, the little lion nestled in his arms twitched the wrist brace of his hand, pulling down hard, as if he was unhappy that he waved at the little black rat.

Immediately afterwards, it arched coquettishly in Gallan’s arms, a look of arrogance like ‘I’m angry and hurry me up’.

However, before waiting for its coquettish success, a hand extended from the side.

Slender fingers grabbed it by the back of the neck.

The little lion who was grabbed at the back of the neck seemed to be held at the dead spot all of a sudden, and his whole body collapsed.

Heimus grabbed it by the back of his neck and lifted it up. The paralyzed little lion couldn't struggle with any effort, and could only open his eyes, gazing at Gallan with his eyes, and let out a little whine Cries.

The fluffy little body was dropped in the air and wobbled, and the whole lion looked pitiful.

"Wait, Huimos..."

Garland hadn't finished talking yet. Heimos had already carried Nega and threw Nega out of the door.

I saw the fluffy little lion rolling on the grass, and then stopped. There was no reaction for a moment, and I sat there blindfolded.

When it reacted, it immediately yelled and ran towards the door again.

As soon as I rushed to the door, I was about to return to that warm embrace. Suddenly, with a snap, the lion slammed into the suddenly closed wooden door and slid down the door.

After driving out the obnoxious guys, the teenager picked up a snow-white cloth towel, wet it in the basin and wringed it out, and then came to Gallan.

"Hand me."

He says.

Wanting to plead with Little Nega, but hadn't had time to speak out, watched Negga thrown away by Galan, who was thrown out by Heimus.

He said, "No, I myself..."

……Come.

The last word had not been spoken. The hand that was still swinging had been grabbed by Heimus and dragged him across.

Heimus grabbed him and wiped his face, shoulders, arms, and even fingers carefully, including Nega's hair, which was stuck to his clothes, and they were wiped clean.

Huimus When did you become virtuous with Xiemuer's obsessive-compulsive disorder?

The child who was pressed by Huimos couldn't help but vomit in his heart.

After wiping him clean, the teenager sat down by the bed and handed him a box, as if he had just brought it.

As soon as the box was unscrewed, a pile of small black and white agate jade dropped, and the surface of the unscrewed box had criss-cross patterns.

"Ullur chess?"

This is a kind of chess that Aaron Landis has passed down since ancient times, and it is very popular among nobles and civilians.

However, few people seem to play in the palace, and he has only played a few times. It feels a bit like a combination of military chess and chess at that time.

"Can you play?"

"Ok."

"Then play a few games with me."

"Good~"

Looking at the chess piece, Garland got interested for a while, and sat cross-legged on the bed to start playing chess with Heimus.

Heimos sat by the bed, and the chess box was placed on the bed, between them.

Not long after Garland was excited, he heard the creaking noise of the door, and the murmur of whine. He unconsciously looked up at the door, presumably because Nega, who was shut outside, was scratching the door and wanted to come in.

He was a little worried, and for a while he was distracted, and he was a little absent-minded when playing chess with Heimus.

Heimus looked at the child from time to time at the door.

He put down a black agate stone piece and said, "It's your turn."

"Ah? Ah... oh."

Gallan quickly put down the white agate stone in his hand.

There were creaking door scratches and humming noises.

Garland glanced at Heimus.

The young man lowered his eyes, and the fine black hair was scattered on that handsome face, wondering if he didn't hear it or didn't even care about the scratching.

"Or... put it in?"

"No."

Garland was choked back.

He played a few chess games and glanced at the door again.

Heimus looked at his absent-minded look and twitched his lips, revealing something unpleasant.

Garlan thought for a while, and then continued, "But, if you don't let it in, it will keep scratching the door, keep scratching, and keep whining--"

He said this, trying to persuade Huimus to put the lion cub in.

The teenager raised his eyes and looked at him like a golden-red gemstone stained with fire.

The face of Junmei like Chaoyang, the slender eyes slightly provoked a little arc.

He leaned forward suddenly, his hands still pressed against the bed, one hand pressed against the chessboard, and his upper body leaned in close to Gallan.

He suddenly leaned in so close that his face was only slightly lower and his dark forehead almost touched Gallan's nose.

Then, the teenager's thin lips suddenly opened.

"Aooo."

Suddenly, a low whine.

Just under Garlan's eyes, just below the tip of his nose, sounded low.

Low, unable to tell why, listening to the inexplicable voice behind the neck.

"I will also call."

Suddenly, the young boy's golden-red eyes stared at him without a whimper, and said.

And Garland...

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"!!!"