It happened so suddenly that many people couldn't react.
There was a sudden silence in the hall for a second, and then...
"Lord Xie Mu'er!"
"Ximuel!"
"Your Excellency the Priest—"
A child's accident caused the originally quiet hall to jump up instantly.
The crowd rushed over and greeted the priest with warm greetings. More servants came over and panicked and wanted to wipe off the ink on Xie Mu'er's body. Of course, doing so would only make the light-colored robe on Xie Mu'er's body more and more dirty.
Someone wanted to scold the culprit, but seeing that the child who got into trouble seemed to be frightened, stayed there stupidly, opened his eyes pitifully at their small appearance, and couldn't speak again.
No matter how they say they are descendants of the royal blood, they are still an ignorant child, who can't be beaten or punished, so Lord Xie Mu'er can only admit that he is unlucky.
It's just that this kid definitely won't be able to become the king's younger brother.
Amidst the nervous inquiries from the crowd, Xie Mu'er frowned and waved the nervous servant away. He looked at his clothes stained with ink, and at the child who looked at him stupidly.
The child looked at him with wide eyes, watery and foggy in his eyes, as if he would shed tears if he spoke a little louder, he looked pitiful and cute, and it was really softening.
Although Xie Mu'er didn't plan to scold the child, but for some reason, Xie Mu'er just felt that what happened just now was not an accident, the child simply splashed ink on him on purpose.
Because he had been staring at the child's eyes, he saw that before the child stretched out his hand, the golden pupils suddenly and flexibly turned a few times.
It wasn't like seeing him approaching and nervous at all, it was obviously looking at some kind of ghost.
Immediately afterwards, his clothes suffered.
…
Yes, Garland did it on purpose.
I'm a bear boy, my biggest!
Garlan felt that he didn't use his identity as a child to block Xie Muer now, and I'm afraid he won't have a chance in the future.
A serious and serious person like Xie Muer must not care about ignorant children. At most, he has a bad impression of himself - anyway, he didn't want to be selected to be the king's younger brother, so Xie Muer didn't like his own behavior. On the contrary, it is good. So when he saw Xie Mu'er standing opposite his table, he immediately made up his mind to take the opportunity to let out this breath, which also made Xie Mu'er disgusted with himself.
one stone two bird.
At this moment, he looked innocently at Xie Muer staring at him with big eyes.
I'm still just a child.
Inexperienced child.
Blinking his eyes lightly, Garlan said this to Xie Muer with innocent eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and he looked like he was about to cry.
The child's body is really easy to use, and the tears can seep out.
He thought, if Xie Muer really dared to reprimand him here, he would immediately burst into tears.
Face
Oh, what face do you want? He just relied on his identity as a child, regardless of how much he was making trouble, as long as he could make Xie Muer lose face, his goal would be achieved.
However, although he thought well, the other party would not necessarily follow his script. He stared at Xie Muer with wide watery eyes, and said with his eyes, he came to teach me, scolded me and scolded me—
However, Xie Muer just asked the servant to wipe the ink that was splattered on his arm, and then motioned the servant to wipe the table and the floor clean. It seemed that he did not intend to teach him a lesson.
Is it my poor little expression acting too much
Garland began to reflect deeply on himself.
A slender finger stretched out, and Xie Muer stared at Garlan, tapped the tabletop that had been wiped clean, and pointed at Garlan's parchment with his fingertips.
Only then did everyone notice that the parchment was also doused with ink, more than half of it was dyed black, and the remaining half was also full of ink marks, making it impossible to use it again.
"Do you want to give him a replacement?"
one person asked.
Xie Muer glanced at the child and shook his head.
"As a rule, everyone has only one chance."
A child who cannot even protect his own possessions is even less likely to entrust the future of this country to him. Therefore, Xie Muer only prepared the parchment corresponding to the number of candidates from the beginning, and there was no spare.
Now, the kid's paper is destroyed, which means he has lost this opportunity.
Although the selection test is not only this one, in addition to the knowledge test, there are also different tests in archery, fighting, case judgment, etc., and finally consider it comprehensively. However, the disqualification of knowledge is basically equivalent to being excluded from the candidate.
And looking at the weak appearance of this child, I am afraid that he will not be able to pass the test of playing against people, and some dangerous tests that follow. It would be nice to get him out early to avoid getting hurt in those dangerous tests.
It worked.
As soon as Xie Muer's words came out, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.
Shemuer is his teacher, so he is very familiar with this person.
The priest of Shamash, to put it nicely, is serious and self-disciplined, abiding by order and rules, doing everything in a strict manner, and even a little deviation is not allowed.
But Garland knew—that was actually the so-called obsessive-compulsive disorder!
It was precisely because he knew this person's obsessive-compulsive disorder very well that Garland could guess that this person would never prepare a spare test paper—if there was a problem with the test paper, he would be dismissed by Ximuer.
So, he deliberately pretended that he had accidentally soiled his exam paper, so that the score was completely abolished. In this way, he didn't have to think hard about how to get himself an unremarkable one in various tests. results.
and…
And put this in the back first. As the first candidate to be eliminated in the eyes of everyone, Garlan's heart is very calm in the eyes of other teenagers who secretly look over, gloat or ridicule.
This should be okay.
He thought so, but he still had to pretend. Therefore, he showed a little obedient appearance, and with a look that he wanted to say but did not dare to say, he watched the attendant come forward and put away his black-stained parchment.
Then, with a timid expression on his face, he looked at Xie Muer and said in a low voice.
"Can I get out of here?"
The child looked at Xie Muer weakly and asked.
Xie Mu'er looked at him blankly.
"Sit down."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the front. Those lips were pressed tightly and looked very unhappy. Everyone thought that he was unhappy because he was offended by this child. Seeing the low pressure emanating from it, it was almost all substantive.
It is rare to see Your Excellency Shemuer so angry.
Everyone was so emotional.
Left behind by Xie Muer, Garlan, who was the culprit, lowered his head and looked well-behaved.
No one saw his lowered face, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the little foot happily drawing circles under the table.
Everyone thought that Xie Muer was so angry because he was offended by him, but Gallan knew very well that Xie Muer wouldn't care about being offended by a child like him.
And the real reason why Shemuel exudes that almost substantive low pressure is—
The high priest was holding back his dirty clothes with great perseverance.
Yes, others don't know, but Gallan does.
This priest is not only obsessive-compulsive, but also has a strong cleanliness.
He cleans himself twice every morning and night, and takes a bath more often than he does. Although he is paralyzed and usually can't see any expressions, but Gallan, who is often with Xie Muer, has seen it more than once. As long as a little dust is accidentally stained on the robe, Xie Muer can't help frowning. An unbearable look flashed across his eyes.
Later, Garlan was curious and checked Xie Muer's date of birth.
… Well, it really is a Virgo.
Even if it was only stained with dust, Xie Muer couldn't bear it, so now he was splashed with dark ink, and as the host of this exam, his sense of obsessive-compulsive disorder did not allow him to leave early.
Therefore, he can only endure the filth on his body and continue to stand here.
Seeing Xi Muer's frowning face and gloomy face at the moment, he must be very uncomfortable at the moment.
very good.
Xie Muer was uncomfortable, and Gallan said he was happy.
Although he didn't plan to do anything in this life to be involved with Xie Mu'er and Heimos, but before he left, he felt that as an ignorant bear boy, Xie Mu'er, who was taking revenge in a small way, was still OK.
With a small revenge on his original mentor who had a cleanliness disorder, Garlan was satisfied.
However, now he has to pretend to be good, so he can only sit honestly in front of the bluestone table that has been cleaned up and empty, and stop doing things.
Garland was sitting at the last table, alone, and looking forward from behind, he could see all the other candidates. He was sitting on a chair, his toes dangling boringly, and he had nothing to do when he was idle, so he secretly looked at Heimos, who was not far from him.
The black-haired boy was still writing quickly, and Garlan could vaguely see that the parchment was about to be filled.
Well, yes, after all, he was one of the two king brothers who were finally selected.
…
What else does he want to do
Shaking his head, Garlan threw all the king's brother, Heimos, and Xie Muer out of his mind.
All of this has nothing to do with him anymore.
He will leave the city tomorrow, and then never set foot here again.
He was going to throw these things out of his mind completely and forget them.
Looking away from the group of young candidates who were writing quickly, Garlan turned his head and looked in the other direction. Through the spacious hall, through the standing columns, you can see the endless blue sky, and the outline of the blue sea can be seen faintly.
He looked at the vast sky and the white birds flying across the sky.
It was his new life, he thought.
This world, this land, has countless things that he does not know.
Perhaps, after his body grows up, it would be a good idea to travel around this land without restraint.
Just fantasizing and looking forward to this future that only belongs to him, the future that he can live, the corner of the child's mouth couldn't help showing a little smile.
…
… … … …
The hall was very quiet, only the sound of Shasha's writing was not interrupted.
After the farce just now ended, all the candidates bowed their heads deeply and put all their minds on the exam papers in front of them, even the always naughty little fat man - although his parchment had at least Half are blank.
The high priest of Shamash stood in the middle, his face sullen and motionless.
The light-colored robe was stained with several ink marks from the chest to the soles of the feet. At first glance, it looked like a special black pattern was deliberately embroidered on the robe.
The low air pressure he exuded made everyone subconsciously stand a little further away from him, and then everyone's eyes slowly swept over the young candidates. They evaluated and judged these candidates with their own eyes, trying to guess who the final winner would be.
The blond child sitting at the last long stone table in a daze, no one cares anymore.
For everyone, that child is already an abandoned child, and there is no need to waste their energy and time.
That kid is useless.
In this silence, suddenly, there was a snap.
It was the sound of low footsteps made by the soles of heavy boots stepping on the bluestone slab.
The hall, where there were still some small conversations, was instantly silent.
Someone came from the gate of the main hall.
The hot sunlight surrounded the tall man, making the man seem to be walking from the flame of light.
At this moment, everyone stood in awe, and even the teenagers who answered the questions hurriedly got up and stood up.
At this moment, needles could be heard in the hall.
When the man strode forward, everyone bowed their heads respectfully.
The man came from the blazing sun, with what seemed to be a whistling wind beside him, brushing his short brown hair, and a fiery red cloak dangling from one of his shoulders was high behind his broad shoulders Soaring high, like a never-ending red flame burning behind him.
He is like a lion with a thick mane undulating in the wind, proudly stepping into his territory.
King Camos, King of Aaron Landis, a young and fearless king, an invincible hero on the battlefield.
His valour and strength were admired by all who saw him.
His greatness made all his subjects willingly submit to his feet.
At this moment, everyone stood up, bowed their heads to this heroic king, and paid high respect to him. However, on the edge of the bluestone table alone, he turned his head and looked at the child sitting still in the sky outside.
King Camos looked at the child who didn't get up to meet him. His golden brown eyes were like the pupils of a lion, like burning coals, sharp and intimidating.
Xie Mu'er frowned, the others held their breaths, and no one dared to take a breath.
Disrespect in front of the king, ignoring the majesty of the king...
Even an ignorant child cannot be easily forgiven.
…
Looking at the bright sky outside the main hall, Garlan was in a trance and suddenly heard footsteps.
The loud and steady footsteps seemed extremely abrupt in the silent hall, and he subconsciously turned around when he felt that something was wrong.
A gust of wind suddenly whistled from in front of him, and the flame-like cloak flew high and passed before his eyes.
The golden eyes suddenly widened, and a familiar face appeared in the child's pupils.
What suddenly appeared in front of him at this moment was the brown-haired youth who appeared in front of him with the lion yesterday.
A pair of large hands reached out, reached under his arms, and grabbed him.
He was held up high by the tall, brown-haired youth in surprise.
"From now on, you are my king brother!"
The young and powerful Wang said loudly, before the crowd, the final word.
He lifted the little child high above his head.
He raised his head and looked at the child's large and bright golden pupils. In the eyes of everyone around him, King Camos showed a bright smile to Gallan.
"I, Camos, swear by the glory bestowed upon me by the gods, that I will guard you as I guard my kingdom Aaron Landis."
His brown hair fluttered in the air like a lion's mane, and in the fluttering golden-brown hair, the young Wang Chong grinned at the child he held up.
His snow-white teeth were exposed in the sun, and his tanned skin glowed darkly in the sun on his strong arms.
The bright smile on his tough face was like the brilliance of Shamash, the legendary sun god.
"I swear here by my supreme throne, under the watchful eyes of the gods—"
This was the moment witnessed by the gods, and the thick and loud voice of the young king resounded throughout the sky.
"I will fight for you and Aaron Landis, and I will protect you until my life returns to the hands of the gods!"
The author has something to say: King Camos: kiss, hug, hold high~~
Garland: ? ?
Shemuer: ? ... ! ! ! !
Surrounding audience: All crashed.
The gods of Aaron Landis who were forced to be witnesses: ... (Although the trajectory of fate seems to be correct, it always feels that something is wrong.)