Dream…
Just a dream.
Garlan, who was awakened by this dream, let out a long sigh.
Why do you have such a dream all of a sudden?
He was a little confused.
Is it a day to think and a night to dream? Because he was thinking about how to kill Heimos that day, and then he had a dream of burning Heimos in his nap?
But that's not right. He was thinking about stabbing with a knife at the time, and it's completely irrelevant to fire or something?
The more he thought about it, the more confused Garlan raised his hand and slapped him on the face to wake him up.
In the dream, most of Heimos's body was burned by fire, and the smell of burning flesh came from the air... That scene was really shocking, even if he knew it was a dream now, he still had lingering fears when he thought about it.
Well it's a dream...
Being disturbed by the weird nightmare, Garlan couldn't fall asleep either. He thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he just got out of bed.
As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, a maid came up to help him wash his face, comb his sleepy hair, and organize his clothes. He was used to it standing there, with open arms and letting them play with it.
After the maids took care of him in all aspects, the leading female officer led him to another side hall.
As soon as he entered, he saw the high priest of Shamash standing there, apparently waiting for him.
Xie Muer stood holding a scepter, still dressed in white, with no dust visible from head to toe, terribly clean and tidy, even the crown of laurel branches and leaves on the top of his head was upright, God knows how he Wear the crown so straight and not crooked at all.
Geez, this Virgo man—
Garlan complained so much in his heart, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a group of people standing opposite Xie Muer.
They were all acquaintances, and they were all teenage children, the little devils of the collateral bloodline of the royal family who were vying for the position of the king's younger brother.
what are they doing here?
Garlan was thinking, when the teenagers who had always looked at him with contempt before saw him, they all showed him a 'kind' smile, and there was a little bit of flattery in the smile. meaning.
Garland tilted his head.
What is this battle going to do?
He cast his questioning eyes on Xi Muer.
"His Royal Highness Gallan, they will be sent back tomorrow. However, for various considerations, you can designate one to three of them to stay as your companions and stay in the palace."
As soon as Xie Mu'er's words were finished, those teenagers turned their expectant eyes to Garlan.
Although they are the so-called collateral blood of the royal family, the best family members are only the children of the city lord, and they are definitely incomparable with the real royal family.
If he can be selected by Gallan and stay in the palace as a companion, it is conceivable that he will definitely occupy a place in the center of the ruling class of Aaron Landis when he grows up.
"As I choose?"
Garland asked.
"Yes."
Garlan nodded, turned his head, and swept his gaze among the group of people.
Everyone's expectations fell on him, and among them, the eyes of a round-faced boy were especially eager. The young man was secretly delighted, fortunately, when so many people bullied and ostracized Garlan, he never participated, and occasionally he would express sympathy and help a little.
No one would have thought that the child who was looked down upon by no one and was scolded as a bastard was actually favored by King Camos. Even if he was opposed by the ministers, he insisted on making him the king's younger brother and took him personally. To the throne of Taiyi - one can imagine how much this child was favored by King Camos.
And at this moment, among these people, he is the best for him. So, that kid will definitely choose him.
The round-faced boy thought so confidently, looking at Garlan without blinking, his heart couldn't be more excited.
Garlan's eyes swept across the crowd, then looked back.
"Just him."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at a little fat man who was desperately shrinking himself back, wishing to let his sense of existence disappear.
He said, "He'll do it alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience fell silent for a moment.
Everyone looked at him dumbfounded, in disbelief.
Everyone knows that the little fat man was one of the people who bullied him the most.
"… you sure?"
Even Xie Muer, who has always been taciturn, couldn't help but speak.
Just a little research and you know what's going on between this group of kids.
"Well, it's him."
Garland made a final decision.
The named fat man was completely stupid, until the others were taken away from here, and he was left alone, before being brought to Garland, he still kept his mouth open and his face sluggish. Silly.
When he really got to Garlan, he finally reacted, tears welled up in his eyes immediately, and looked at Garlan with a moved face.
When he saw Garlan becoming the king's younger brother, he was shivering these days, constantly thinking about various tragic ways to die, and having nightmares at night when he slept, he was really scared.
Unexpectedly, Garland not only did not pursue his offense in the past, but also let him be a companion. Not only did he not have to die, but he also became the envy of everyone.
"Gallan... No, no, it's His Highness Garlan, you, you really..." He was so excited that he stammered, "Too generous! Too merciful! You can forgive me for being like this."
The mood went through ups and downs, great sorrow and joy in an instant, and the little fat Tal, who was still a child, was so stimulated that he cried.
He sobbed, wiping tears with the back of his hands.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was really... I, I know I was wrong, I really know."
He was almost incoherent, but he just raised his head hard and swears by patting his fleshy little breasts hard.
"His Royal Highness Gallan! Don't worry! I will definitely protect you in the future! I swear to the sun god Shamash, whoever wants to hurt you in the future will step on me!"
"… Oh, then please."
"Leave it to me, Your Highness!"
The little fat man slapped his fleshy breasts loudly.
He felt that His Royal Highness Gallan must have a unique vision and saw his uniqueness, so he chose himself from so many people!
He was so moved that he would do whatever His Highness Gallan asked him to do in the future, never pointing east to west!
However the fact is...
Why choose this little fat man?
Because he is one of the worst in this group of people who is at the bottom of every test.
Anyway, I won't be able to do it for a long time, so don't waste your talents, just find the most useless one and make do with it.
The above is the psychological process of Garlan who chose the little fat Tal.
Of course, Garlan's thoughts, Tarr is impossible to know the truth in this life. So, feeling that he had won the grand prize, he was grateful to Gallan, and ran to Gallan's side happily.
At first, he did that stupid thing because he wanted to play with this cute looking child. Now not only does he not need to be punished, but he can also read with him, but he is very happy.
No one thought of it, not even Garlan himself, he just pointed it out.
Since then, the most loyal dogleg in his life was born.
…
…
The fire is on.
It was fiery, like a crimson fire snake, entangling the black-haired boy.
The long tongue of hissing flames licked the skin into charred black.
The stench of burnt flesh permeates everywhere...
A brown hand stretched out from the flames and struggled, clasping its fingers into the cracks of the stone with difficulty, the fingertips already dripping with blood.
The struggling outstretched hand seemed to be making a silent groan, not knowing who it was calling for help.
... The strange black water flowed down, but the fire burned fiercely in the black water. Amid the screams and shouts of the crowd, the flames ignited rapidly along the desperately stretched out arms, and in an instant, the suffering and struggling man was ignited. The young man devoured it completely—
…
The child woke up suddenly from the dream again.
Garlan sat on the bed holding his head, rubbing his hair vigorously with both hands, rubbing his hair into a mess like a chicken coop. The cold sweat oozing from the nightmare had stuck a few strands of hair on his forehead, and the tips of his ears were extremely red.
Holding his head and panting with lingering fears, he stared blankly ahead with a blank look on his face.
what is the problem?
Garlan felt that his whole person was about to go bad.
He originally thought that the dream was just an accident, who knows that since that day, he has been repeating this dream almost every day.
Sometimes at night, sometimes at noon, I have this nightmare over and over again.
Garlan covered his forehead, the temples that his fingers touched were a little wet, soaked with sweat, and the stickiness made him uncomfortable.
He can now confirm that this is definitely not some kind of dream, because he doesn't want to have this damn nightmare at all!
He is not a psychopath, even if he is a mortal enemy, every day he sees that person being burned alive by flames, and he is terrified. The food in the past few days has not touched the roasted meat at all. The female officer asked him that he used it too hot. I didn't want to eat too much to fool the past.
But if it goes on like this, don't talk about eating it in the future, I am afraid that he will be sick whenever he sees the barbecue in the future.
But why exactly...
Why does he have this dream?
Garlan covered his face, closed his eyes and took a breath to calm himself down.
Then, he got up and got out of bed and looked at the sky through the window. The sun was setting slightly in the west, and it was already afternoon.
It stands to reason that at this time, if he doesn't go to the conservatory to see Nega, the little lion will start to lose his temper. But this time, he thought about it, instead of going to the conservatory, he ran to Heimos alone.
Heimos's residence was as deserted as ever, except for a few guards standing at the door, there was no one in it.
As soon as you enter this small courtyard, you can hear the brisk sound of running water, because there is a small stream that circles halfway along the courtyard. Heimus was here to wash his hands the night he had a fever.
As soon as Garlan walked into the small courtyard, he looked up and saw that familiar figure standing in the stream.
The stream was not deep, and Heimos stood in it, and the water was barely above his waist.
The boy stood in the stream, as if washing his body, but he was wearing clothes. He lowered his head, held clear water in both hands, and splashed it on his face and shoulders, not to mention his clothes, even his black hair was soaked.
When Garlan approached, like a vigilant beast violated his own territory, Heimos raised his head sharply, and his golden red eyes shot in the direction of Garlan with sharp eyes.
After seeing the person coming, the blade-like gaze faded a little bit.
The young man raised his hand, and his dripping fingers lifted the wet black hair in front of him, and the exposed golden-red eyes became brighter and brighter in the sunlight.
Garlan crouched down by the stream, resting his side cheeks in one hand, while looking up and down at Heimos.
Obviously this person looks good, nothing is wrong.
He wondered as he watched.
So why do you keep having that horrible dream?
The water-drenched, honey-colored skin glowed with a dark brown sheen in the bright sun, with a watery glow.
The wet black hair was attached to the boy's handsome cheek, and a little water mark on the tip of the hair slipped down the honey-colored skin to the slightly pointed chin, and then dripped onto the water in front of the boy, making a small dot. Water ring.
The wet hair was slanted down, covering most of Heimos' right eye with a shadow, revealing only a golden-red left eye, which reflected the shadow of the child squatting by the stream.
The thin lips are moist red, and the lip line is a little angular, giving a sense of toughness.
A well-proportioned body with broad shoulders and narrow waist, covered with tight muscles, with clear lines of texture marks.
Well, what a beautiful young man.
Staring at Heimos in the water, Garlan's thoughts strayed accidentally.
Speaking of which, even if he is a mortal enemy, he has to admit that this person looks really good.
When he grows up, he is also a beautiful man. It stands to reason that he should be very popular with girls.
However, the gloomy aura and suffocation of Heimos when he grew up covered most of his original good appearance, plus those evil eyes that were like poisonous snakes and lizards that made the back chill...
Garland couldn't help but think.
It's no wonder that this guy was in his twenties, but there was no woman by his side, and his face was gloomy all day long. Which woman dared to approach?
Um?
Speaking of...
"Heimos."
"what?"
"Where's your bandage?"
"what?"
"..." Garlan scratched his head, "Don't you have the habit of putting bandages on your arms? I saw the dagger on your body the other day... Well, someone told me that after bandaging your arm, you would use the dagger to use it. , it is more convenient to kill people."
Raising his hand, he lifted his wet black hair back, revealing the jet-black sword eyebrows raised on one side, and Heimos glanced at him.
"Who told you such stupid things?"
Garland: "..."
Twenty-something you told me this stupid thing.
At that time, you, at any time, were tightly bound with a white bandage on your right hand, from the upper arm to the palm, which was tightly bound.
When he was reborn into this world for the first time, once, he and Heimos waited in the outer hall to meet King Camos. At that time, he still had the same mentality as a game and did not know about Heimos Amazing, because he was bored waiting, and looked at the white bandage on the man's arm, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked a question.
That's what Heimos answered at that time.
'With bandaged hands, you can hold the sword tighter and kill better. '
When Heimos said this, the hand wrapped in snow-white bandages was on the dagger at his waist, and his golden-red eyes stared at him coldly like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.
The last word 'killing' seemed to be bitten by the man and swallowed one by one.
He even had the feeling that in a second that person would pull out a sharp blade with a bandaged hand and pierce him—
…
…
Waking up from his memories, Garlan looked at the boy in front of him and thought.
Speaking of which, this time, since meeting Heimos when he was a teenager, he has never been seen wearing a bandage on his hand.
That is, is that habit formed later on?
Garlan was still thinking about it, and the boy standing in the stream over there threw another sentence.
"People who believe this are also stupid."
Garland: "..."
He never knew that the young Heimos actually had the attribute of being a poisonous tongue.
Forget it, don't provoke this guy.
Garland, who had been choked a few times, didn't want to deal with this guy any more. He was about to get up, but suddenly remembered something, so he crouched down again. He touched his waist, took out something, and then stretched out his hand in front of Heimos.
"Want it?"
Garlan smiled and showed Heimos the pills that were coming in the morning, with a proud expression on his face.
Then he gave Heimos a wicked smile that he thought was successful.
"Please ask me if you want~"
Heimos stood in the stream, the transparent stream rushing past him, and the cold, soaked corners of his clothes swayed in the water with the current.
He turned sideways and looked at the child who was crouching by the stream and showing him his hand.
In the sun, it was as white and tender as a small translucent hand, holding a milky white pill on it.
The round pill rolled around in the pockets of the child's slightly red palm.
The kid who was squatting there and smiling at him had a sweet smile on his cute little face, his big eyes were curved like crescent moons, and even the voice he spoke was like a sweet cake, soft, glutinous, sweet.
The soft and glutinous feeling was like wrapping the cold and hard thing in his chest, and it was as soft and glutinous as it was wrapped, revealing a sweetness that had never been seen before.
…
Just as Garlan was grinning and waiting for Heimos to ask him, the boy staring at him suddenly leaned forward.
The wet black hair fell on his wrist, and a wet hand supported the hand he held out, and the water droplets wet the back of his hand.
Before Garlan could react, he felt something lightly touch his palm, as if it was touched by a soft feather.
Just like last time, in just one second, Heimos swallowed the pill in Gallan's palm with a thud.
Then, he raised his head, still maintaining the posture of holding Gallan's hand with his hand, and the water flowing from the wet black hair swept across the boy's honey-colored face.
On the handsome face that was very close to Garland, her thin lips raised, and she smiled at Garland.
…
Garland couldn't even get angry anymore.
He looked angrily at Heimos, who had gotten up and walked out of the stream, and the water dripping from the man splashed a little on him.
He put his hand into the stream with a displeased face, as if he had deliberately washed his hands and showed it to Heimos, and rubbed it hard.
What's with your habit of always eating from other people's hands?
Did you learn from Nega?
That little guy is the kind of food thrown in front of him now without even looking at it, and insisting on rushing over to bite what I was holding, and gnawing, licking, licking, licking with my hand, making my hands all over the place. is its saliva.
But the little guy who was just weaned did that to act like a spoiled brat to me, what the hell are you doing with his virtue, Heimos?
Could it be that he is also acting like a spoiled brat after learning from Niega?
The last sentence popped out of his mind, and Garlan himself shivered from the cold joke.
Heimos coquettishes him...
No no no no no - this lady is terrible! So creepy!
Impossible, impossible in this life! The possibility of the destruction of the world is higher than this!
After smashing the terrifying thought in his head to shreds, throwing it into the trash can and stepping on his feet, Garlan was relieved from the horror.
He didn't pay any attention to Heimos, who had just snatched the pill from him again, and ran away.
He quickly ran to the conservatory to take a look. Sure enough, he found that Niega, who had not come, was throwing a temper, biting his brothers and sisters who were younger than him screaming, and a few little milk lions all bitten together. But it. And although it is small, it is very domineering. It loses its temper and refuses to eat, so no one wants to eat it. All the bowls in which the food was placed were overturned by it, and the food was scattered all over the floor. It was so noisy that chickens and dogs jumped in the conservatory.
The maids stood by and didn't dare to stop them, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to stop them, they were all in a hurry.
It was not until Garlan pushed the door and ran in, their eyes lit up and they breathed a sigh of relief.
The little milk lion, who was biting into a ball with his brothers, moved his round ears, as if he heard Garlan's footsteps. Suddenly he whimpered happily.
It slammed into the other little lion that came to bite it, and ran towards Garland happily, circling around Garland.
Looking at the mess of the conservatory in front of him, and the little Nega who was swaying around him, the corners of Gallan's eyes twitched.
However, he could only sigh in the end, and took a few small tender meatballs handed over by the maid next to him.
These tender meat balls are specially made for these lion cubs who are in the semi-weaned state. They use the most tender minced meat, mixed with a little milk, and can hook the cubs to eat.
He looked angrily at Little Nega, who was grabbing his ankle and staring at the meatball in his hand.
The meatballs fell on the ground and rolled, right at the feet of the little lion, and they could eat it as soon as they lowered their heads. But the little lion took a look, but it didn't move on Garlan's feet.
Soon, the meatball rolled away, and the little lion didn't even look at it again, and continued to tilt his head up. The meatballs were screaming.
Garlan, who had nothing to do with it, could only crouch down and stretch out his hand.
The little milk lion immediately came over happily, the fluffy little head leaned into Garland's hand, and the rough little tongue licked on Garland's palm, rolling those little meatballs into his mouth and smashing them Smash it and swallow it.
Looking at the little lion swallowing meatballs in his hand, and flicking his tail, Garlan suddenly remembered how Heimos held his hand and lowered his head to swallow pills in his hand not long ago. one scene.
… an inexplicable sense of sight…
Is it his delusion?
There's always something... Now he seems to be raising two beasts that he must feed himself.
A lion and a wolf.
…
No, no, it's an illusion.
Absolutely an illusion!
…
… … … …
Time flies so fast, a month has passed in a blink of an eye.
King Kamos is still the same, and he is not fond of his little brother. Basically, he takes it with him wherever he goes. He also specially arranged Gallan's residence in a side hall next to his bedroom.
But in less than a month, this little brother gave many people a headache. Because Garlan and his puppy Taal often make troubles in the palace. Although they have never made big mistakes, they are constantly making small mistakes. The trouble should be a solemn and quiet palace. endlessly.
However, King Camos just indulged him very much and never punished Garland once. When others complained, he laughed and touched his little brother's head, saying, "The child should be more energetic." Be lively, wasn't that the case when I was a kid.
Everyone was speechless.
It is true that their King Camos was also a troublemaker when he was a child, causing trouble every day - but King Camos' father, the former King Aaron Landis, will teach the troubled Camos at any rate. . But now, Kamos not only ignores his naughty little brother, but also indulges him like this, how can he get it in the future?
Everyone was worried about this.
However, Garlan, the culprit, was more worried than them.
Why is King Camos not angry at all?
He deliberately used his identity as a child to act as a bear child, making troubles every day, just to annoy Brother Camos and let him drive him out.
But looking at Brother Wang's eyes... he actually supports him?
King Camos: "Very good, with my previous style, continue, I will support you."
Garland: "..."
The first plan failed and was cancelled.
Fortunately, there is a second plan that has been going on simultaneously.
…
In the afternoon, in the spacious school hall, young children sat in it.
This is an open hall with no walls on all sides, only dozens of columns supporting the vaulted roof. The bright sunlight illuminated the school hall, and the breeze carried the water vapor of the clear lake on the side of the hall, and the fragrance of lotus flowers in the water, and blew into the school hall.
One side of the school hall is a large courtyard with a lotus pond, and the other side is a martial arts training ground. Riding use.
The blond child sat cross-legged in the hall, and the others surrounded him, like the stars and the moon.
There are no tables and chairs in the school hall, just a soft carpet, and everyone sits cross-legged on the ground when they study. Those around Garlan are all teenagers older than Garlan, and there are even those who are about to grow up.
These young people are all the ministers of the dynasty, or the direct descendants of the powerful, and it is customary for these direct descendants to accompany the heirs of the throne to study together.
One is to let the successor better understand his future subordinates, and secondly, this is also the best way for these future state ministers to get in touch with the future king.
Therefore, almost all of them sat with Garlan as the center.
There is only one person, who is faintly pushed aside by the crowd, and sits alone on the other side.
King Camos chose two king brothers a month ago.
One is the young Prince of Garland.
The other is the slightly older Prince Heimos.
But anyone with discernment can see... No, even the blind can see that King Camos doesn't really like Prince Heimos, who was chosen by the ministers according to the test method, but prefers the one he chose by himself. Little Prince of Garland.
So far, he seems to have only allowed Garlan to call him his brother, and Heimos has never called him that once.
Therefore, when it comes to the younger brother, the first reaction of everyone in the palace is the blond child. And the other name has always been, Prince Heimos, not Prince Heimos.
Naturally, everyone crowded around Garlan, but Heimos was deserted and uninterested.
Even in order to please Gallan, some people deliberately use various means to exclude and target Heimos, and they want to teach him a lesson from time to time.
After all, in their opinion, the existence of Heimos is to block Garland, so Garland must be very unhappy with his existence. If they can teach Heimos, they will be favored by Garland.
"His Royal Highness Garland."
Although Xie Muer was designated by King Camos as Garlan's mentor, he also had to assist King Camos in political affairs every day, so he would take time to teach Garlan only one day a week.
… Although the teaching results this month made him feel like he was taking all the time out of his busy schedule to feed the dogs.
At this moment, he blankly slapped a piece of parchment on Garlan's hand. The force he slapped was so strong that he made a snap, and Garlan almost didn't hold it.
The child glanced at the parchment, um, as expected, inferior, failing.
The people next to him saw the grades on Garlan's papers at a glance, and they subconsciously folded their papers to block their grades.
That's right, in this group of people, Garlan is the only one who has a low rating.
The others are basically upper-class, and the lowest is also upper-middle-class. After all, these people who can qualify to accompany students are all selected people with excellent aptitude, so there is not even a middle-class.
Oh, no, there is a special one, the little fat man who was chosen by Gallan, almost every time he is medium, he is stuck in the middle.
However, everyone has gotten used to the fact that Garlan's grades are always in the lower grades, and the middle and lower grades are hovering.
Although some people murmured about this in their hearts and began to look down on Gallan, of course they still flattered and praised Gallan on the surface.
Xie Muer walked to Heimos, who was sitting alone on the other side, and handed him another parchment in his hand.
Only Gallan and Heimos, who were princes, were personally reviewed, published, and taught by Xie Muer, and the other teachers were naturally responsible for the other teenagers who accompanied them.
The priest of Shamash looked at Heimos with a satisfied look.
"You are doing well, Your Highness Heimos."
he praised.
Xie Muer is a very strict person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and someone who can make him praise him must have an excellent performance.
In the past month, Heimos's achievements in all aspects are all excellent, and he is the most outstanding existence among the crowd, which is in extreme contrast with Garland.
After praising Heimos, Xie Muer looked at Gallan blankly again.
He said: "The others go back first, Your Highness Garlan, please stay."
Garland scratched his head.
No matter how bad his grades were, the other teachers never dared to say anything to him, except for his mentor, Xie Muer, who was not good enough, and every time he came, he would be severely criticized.
He did not refute, but nodded, indicating that he knew.
The group of teenagers surrounding him still comforting him did not dare to provoke the serious and upright priest of Shamash, and stood up one by one and walked away honestly. Only that little fat man, although he was afraid of Xi Muer to death, he was still holding on because he didn't want to leave Garlan and be scolded.
Xie Muer glanced at Tarr and repeated it again.
"Tal, leave immediately."
Xie Muer's words made the little fat man nervous. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered.
"I...I'm here waiting...waiting..."
"Tal, you go first, don't wait for me."
"But Your Highness..."
"It's alright, it's alright." Garlan laughed and said, waving Tal to leave quickly, "It's no big deal."
As soon as Garlan's words fell, the temperature around him suddenly dropped ten degrees, so cold that Tarr shivered.
He looked tremblingly at the Lord Priest whose eyes had turned cold, and left obediently.
As a result, there are only two people, one big and one small, in the huge academy.
"It's okay? It's no big deal? You look at this and really think 'it's no big deal'?!"
In front of the others, he had to save face for His Royal Highness the prince, so he refrained from saying a word.
He lit the leaky paper that Garland was holding in his hands, staring at Garland with cold eyes that seemed to freeze.
"Your Highness, you're not stupid, you just don't care."
Xie Muer's voice seemed to be emotionless and indifferent.
"You repeat the same mistakes every time, and instead of correcting them, you allow yourself to keep making them."
"I don't know what the reason is, but I can see that you are not motivated at all, you just want to stay where you are, or even step back."
Priest Shamash looked at the little blond prince who pursed his lips and said nothing, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.
He always remembered what King Kamos said to him last time, so even if he didn't have much hope for this child at first, he still fulfilled his duty seriously and taught Garlan meticulously. .
He admits that he treats Gallan and Heimos, who is more optimistic about him, equally, and has never shown favoritism.
Perhaps he also expected in his heart, as King Camos said, this child has excellent aptitude, and he missed it - but the fact disappointed him very much.
He can't see whether Garlan has the qualifications of an excellent king for the time being, but he knows that if Garlan goes on like this, he will never be a qualified successor.
"Compared to His Royal Highness Heimos, you are far worse. If you go on like this, you will always be left behind by him."
When Xie Muer said this, he didn't say more, turned around and left here.
Garlan stood there and watched the man leave, looked down at the exam paper in his hand, and closed the parchment with a snap.
He turned around and turned his back to Xie Muer.
He took a step forward, strode forward, he was walking in the exact opposite direction of Xie Muer, the rolled parchment was tightly held in his hand.
Shemul, priest of Shamash, my mentor, you who are destined to betray me in the future, have never been on the same path as me.
Since I am destined to disappoint you after more than eight years, it is better not to give you any expectations in the first place.
…
After walking out of the academy, there was no one outside. Everyone knew that they should not stay here to watch Garlan being reprimanded by the priest, so no one stayed.
The blond child stood on the high palace platform, looking down at the wide courtyard below. Under the blue sky, the clear lake water was shimmering with sunlight. The water waves were reflected in his golden pupils, as if there were also golden water waves rippling in his eyes.
The circle of columns at the outermost periphery of the school hall has a fence connected by bluestone slabs. Garlan jumped with his arms and sat on it. The fence is a little high, and he can't step on the ground when he sits on it, so he can only hang in the air with his calf swaying.
He turned his head and looked back. The bottom of the hall was nearly three meters above the ground, and it looked quite high.
Turning around, Garlan just sat on the fence and opened the crumpled parchment.
Heimos, someone else's child.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh, laughing a little at himself.
Looking at the questions on the paper, he knew the answers to all of them. But Xi Muer was right, he wasn't stupid, he just didn't care, so the answer on the paper was almost half wrong.
He did it on purpose.
Because from the beginning to now, he has only one purpose.
Leave this palace, stay away from Ximul, and stay away from the young Heimos who will kill him in the future, the better.
... Although I feel a little sorry for King Camos... He has always been good to him...
Just as Garlan stared at the paper in a daze, a slight footstep came over. He raised his head subconsciously, and his eyes met the golden red eyes of the young man who was already standing in front of him.
"Get down." The boy looked at him and said, "It's dangerous to sit there."
Garlan raised his head and looked at Heimos with pursed lips. He didn't say a word, didn't answer, and didn't move either.
Heimos hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and pointed his fingertips on a wrong question on the parchment unfolded in front of Garland.
He said: "Here, the people in Moruo City make a living from the mines."
I know.
Garlan thought to himself, but remained silent.
He is in a bad mood now and doesn't want to talk, let alone talk to this person.
Heimos looked at the child who pursed his lips and did not speak to him, and felt a little anxious for some reason.
He just waited outside and didn't leave, and he heard what Xie Muer taught Garlan. He also knew that he was used by Xi Muer as an example to teach Garlan, and Garlan must be unhappy.
He thought about it and whispered, "I can teach you."
As he said that, he reached for the parchment in Garlan's hand.
Garland grasped it subconsciously, and refused to give it to him, but Heimos seemed to have suddenly made a stubborn stubbornness. He grabbed the other end of the parchment and did not let go, and insisted on pulling it out of Garland's hands.
Garland was also stubborn at the moment, and the more Heimos wanted to snatch it, the more he refused to let Heimos snatch it away.
He held his breath and grabbed the parchment, pulling it back hard.
The parchment paper is tough, but no matter how tough it is, it is still a thin layer. At this moment, when the two of them are pulled from both ends, it can't hold it anymore.
The next second, with a hissing tear, the parchment broke in the middle.
And Garlan was pushing back hard. He was sitting on the fence, his calf could not touch the ground, but when the parchment was torn open, the strength that was stalemate with him was gone, and he fell backwards. go down.
Behind him is the edge of the empty high platform, and he is about to fall from the nearly three-meter-high platform—
A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
The hand pulled hard, and Garlan, who almost fell, moved forward and fell into Heimos's arms.
"You are stupid! I told you to come down and you can't understand!!"
Garlan, who almost fell, hasn't recovered yet, and as soon as he turns his head, Heimos is stunned again.
The young man who grabbed his arm and dragged him back just now clasped his shoulders tightly and yelled at him with an ugly face.
"Is it my own death to sit in such a dangerous place!!!"
He had never seen such an expression of Heimos, and Gallan was dumbfounded by Heimos for a while.
He stayed with his mouth open for a while, and suddenly whispered something.
"… sorry."
Seeing the moment when Garlan almost fell from his eyes, Heimos felt as if his heart stopped.
After pulling the other party back, he suddenly yelled at the child out of control.
In such a high place, there is a hard stone floor below, once it falls...
Thinking of the consequences, the boy couldn't help roaring at the other party.
He originally wanted to scold, but the sudden whisper of sorry, immediately blocked his anger in his throat.
The blond child raised his head, with a pair of big golden eyes looking at him on his small face the size of a slap, and there was a slight grievance in his eyes, which made people feel so soft when they looked at him.
Heimos opened his mouth and couldn't roar any longer.
He sighed, reached out and tapped the child's forehead hard, opening his mouth to say something.
However, he had just opened his mouth and had not had time to speak.
"Ah! What are you doing to His Highness Garlan!"
A scream suddenly sounded beside him.
The screaming little fat man led a group of people and rushed in front of Heimos aggressively.
"Did you hit His Highness Garlan?"
"Yes, Prince Heimos, how could you do such a thing?"
"Bullying the small is too much!"
"You must be jealous of His Royal Highness Gallan, jealous that he is favored by King Kamos more than you!"
…
A group of teenagers began to denounce Prince Heimos who 'bullyed' Prince Garland, and for a while, the crowd was excited.
Heimos, who only felt that there was a bunch of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, turned his head and glanced at Garlan next to him.
He saw the child standing where he was, his big eyes blinking, and his eyeballs were rolling, staring at the scene in front of him. That appearance, obviously did not intend to help him explain, but a look waiting to see a good show.
Seeing that the child had changed back to the quirky appearance of the past, and no longer had the listless look that he had at the beginning, Heimos felt that he was in a much better mood for some reason.
He raised the corner of his mouth, suddenly stretched out his hand, and dragged Garlan, who was waiting beside him, to stand in front of him.
Before Garlan could react, Heimos was dragged in front of him.
Heimos stood behind him, holding his left shoulder with one hand and pinching his chin with his right hand.
Immediately afterwards, Heimos smiled at the group of people opposite the little fat man.
"Don't move." He said, "Her Royal Highness is in my hands now, if you move, I will be rude to the princess."
Little fat people: "???"
Garland: "..."
You are the princess, your whole family is the princess!
Garland, who was waiting to see Heimos being scolded by everyone, became a hostage inadvertently.
Then, the boy who held the 'little princess' as a hostage calmly took the 'little princess' and left here with the 'little princess' under the eyes of everyone.