"Thanks… "
Turning his head to look at Heimos, the remaining word of 'thank' in Garlan was choked in his throat, and after a while, he spit it out with difficulty.
"… … Thanks."
The last word, he said very reluctantly.
Garland said that he really didn't want to say thank you to this mortal enemy who killed him four times - but after all, they really helped him, so that he didn't feel ashamed in front of everyone, and he couldn't say anything without saying thank you.
But after saying 'thank you', he felt very unhappy.
So, naturally, his unpleasant mood showed on his face.
Heimos looked at the child he picked up and pursed his lips and did not answer his words. He just lowered his head and lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly. The shadow of the eyelashes also moved.
He looked up and rubbed the head of the child who looked a little sad. Then, looked up.
The little fat man who was standing on the steps and deliberately knocked Garlan down looked a little ugly. After he glanced at it, he turned his head and ran up the steps and into the hall.
Heimos withdrew his gaze.
He came to Wangcheng by boat, and the speed was a bit slow. He was the latest group of people, who only arrived here the morning before yesterday.
He was not very clear about the situation here before, but now it seems that the child in his arms seems to be excluded and bullied by other members of the royal family because of his skin color.
No wonder the kid looked glum now, he thought.
…
No, you are the only one who can make me depressed so much.
If Garlan knew what Heimos was thinking at this moment, he would definitely want to say this.
But he didn't know, so when he felt like he was being touched again, he looked up at Heimos.
Touch again, touch again—
Why does everyone seem to like to touch his head
Because he's the shortest here
So Garland, who didn't feel that Heimos was comforting him at all, was even more unhappy, staring at Heimos with pursed lips.
However, when he was still a child, his eyes were already big and round, and now he was looking at Heimos like this, against the small white and tender face as big as the palm of his hand, and the fluffy pale blond hair around his cheeks. , He thought he was staring at people, but in the eyes of others, he opened his eyes and looked at his small appearance, how cute and cute.
Heimos, who felt the same way, couldn't help but smile and touched his head again. I don't know why, when I saw this child, I always felt like I saw a chubby baby bird that fell out of the bird's nest just after birth. Watching this baby bird flutter on the ground, I always feel relieved. I couldn't help it, so I couldn't help but want to pick up this little bird and take good care of it.
He smiled and walked up the steps with Garlan in his arms.
As I walked, I still thought to myself, as a boy, this child is too light.
Garlan was very unhappy to be held by Heimos like this. He felt ashamed on the one hand, and he didn't want to get too close to Heimos. If he wants to go to the ground, I am afraid that Heimos will lose his balance, and both of them will roll down the steps.
So, thinking this way, he could only obediently let his mortal enemy carry him up.
In order to prevent Heimos from deliberately throwing him down, he hugged Heimos's shoulders tightly. If Heimos really did that, he could hang it around Heimos's neck anyway.
EVERYDAY#There are always bad people... No, it's Heimos who always wants to hurt me#series.
On Heimos' side, he felt the small arms of the child in his arms tightly around his neck, as if he was extremely attached to and trusted in himself, which made his heart soften even more. , holding Garlan tighter.
He has been an only child since childhood, and he is used to being alone. He has never experienced this kind of attachment.
Heimos thought he didn't hate the feeling.
Daily #their two minds are always not on the same line# series.
The two people who were thinking about their own thoughts have completely forgotten the culprit who ran into the hall.
Standing at the entrance of the hall, the little fat man Tarr looked angrily at the two people walking towards him.
Seeing that Heimos didn't even look at him at all, and Garland completely ignored him and regarded him as air, the little fat man blocked him even more in one breath, and he almost killed himself.
Yesterday, he was pumped out by Garlan holding a branch, feeling that he was too shameless, he tossed and turned for most of the night, thinking that he must take revenge today. Otherwise, once today passes, after Garlan returns, he will never have the chance to take revenge again.
That's why he deliberately bumped into it while Garlan was not paying attention, and wanted Garlan to make a big fool of himself in front of everyone. He thought, how could Gallan's thin, soft, delicate appearance be compared to him
He really knocked Garlan down easily, who knows that it is not as good as heaven, and it happened that Heimos came over - what is even more unexpected is that this habitual loner looks like a loner. The boy who was not very close actually caught Garland, and even came in with Garland in his arms, gritted his teeth in anger at the neglected little fat man.
However, the little fatty returned to his anger, and after watching the two enter, he swallowed his anger and followed.
Although he likes to bully people and often provokes right and wrong, but his eyesight has always been very good, and he knows who can be provoked and who can't be provoked. And the Heimos, who was two years older than him, had only been here for two days, rarely had contact with others, was not prominent, and did not show anything special, but he had already been classified by him as something he could never mess with. within the scope.
He couldn't say why, only that it was an intuition.
His intuition told him that if he provokes this person, his end will be miserable.
The butt flesh that was pulled out by the branches yesterday was still aching, and the little fat man followed behind while grinding his teeth and stared at Gallan fiercely... But Gallan didn't notice his fierce eyes at all, even once. Neither looked back at him.
The blond child was obediently hugged by the black-haired boy. The pale blond hair was fluttering and soft, reflecting the sunlight like a circle of shimmering light, and the little hands and feet were as white as the white clouds in the sky. .
Watching from behind, the little fat man felt even more aggrieved. He rubbed his little butt, which was a little sore, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.
QAQ You play with that person, not with me.
I didn't mean to bully you... Who told me to talk to you, but you ignored me
I just wanted to play with you at first, but you just ignored me. So I just wanted to teach you a lesson and let you play with me...
Okay... I was pushed to overdo it by accident... But are you hitting me
Hey, my father never hit me.
The little fat man who really just wanted to play with Garlan was really aggrieved at the moment.
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Being held by his mortal enemy, he felt as if the place he touched was being scalded by fire. As soon as Garlan entered the hall, he couldn't wait to tug at Heimos's clothes, wanting the other party to put him down.
Heimos naturally felt his movement and looked down at him. Garland looked up at him, and continued to struggle with Heimos's clothes. The meaning was obvious—I won't let you Hug me, let me go.
Although it seemed a bit like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Garlan could only wish to stay as far away from this person as possible, and naturally refused to follow Heimos. Anyway, after today, we will go our separate ways, there is no need to get together again, he just wants this person to forget him by tomorrow, and you don't know me, I don't know you - it's better for the rest of your life. Don't meet again!
Facing Garlan's behavior of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, Heimos glanced at him, and Junxiu's face did not look unhappy, and he let go.
As soon as the boy let go, the blond child immediately jumped down, and then without saying hello, turned around, opened his calf and ran away.
He didn't look back, no matter how he looked at him, he looked like a little conscience.
The young man stood there, looking at the little back who was running fast. After a while, he looked away and walked towards the row of rectangular stone tables in the middle of the hall.
…
After throwing Heimos away, Garlan avoided crowded places, found a remote corner with no one, and sat down. Then, this started to look at other people.
This hall is open, with huge columns supporting the vaulted roof, and the cool topaz-like stone slabs are paved on a flat floor. The entire hall is very empty, and sixteen or seven children or teenagers are not crowded at all when they stay in it. There are two long rows of bluestone tables in the hall. At this moment, most people are sitting there, waiting for something.
Instead of waiting with the others sitting at the bluestone table in the center of the hall, Garlan sat on the fence beside the hall. There was a fence of the same topaz on the edge of the hall. The bottom of the hall was more than one meter higher than the ground, making it very tall. He sat there with his hands on his sides, his calves hanging in the air, dangling in the air boredly.
He looked up and looked at the past, and he could vaguely see the outline of the magnificent palace main hall in the distance.
The top of the sky is plated with pure gold, shining golden light in the sun, extremely brilliant, extremely gorgeous, and magnificent.
Looking there, Garlan suddenly felt a little emotional.
He thought that in this life, he would probably never step into that gorgeous golden palace that he was so familiar with.
The place where he was killed four times by that man.
…
So, this time, in order to survive, he must keep a distance from Heimos!
That's right, it's better not to even set foot on the city from now on!
Just when Garlan was thinking so firmly, there was a commotion in the middle of the hall. He looked over there and saw a group of people walking past the door of the hall.
The leader was a tall man with long brown curly hair draped over broad shoulders, and a dark brown skin that symbolized the status of a high-ranking aristocrat. His clothes are different from those behind him. He wears a long coat that hangs down to his ankles, but is wrapped around his waist with a belt of gold silk. He wears soft cloth shoes. On his head, he wears emerald green instead of gold, silver and precious stones. The crown of leaves made of laurel branches and leaves.
In his right hand he held a silver scepter that was about as long as his arm. The top of the scepter was carved with a pattern of laurel branches and leaves intertwined with the crown of his head, inlaid with leaf-like emeralds.
Garlan looked at the tall man with no expression on his face.
He bit his lower lip hard, clenched his hand on the stone bench a little bit, and clasped the stone slab with his fingers.
Shemour.
his teacher.
his teacher.
The person he had ever trusted the most.
To him, he is a man who exists like Master Yan.
Shemuel was a priest who served the sun god Shamash.
This country worships many gods, and also has a large number of priests who serve the gods. Only high-ranking nobles and noble blood from the royal family are qualified to become priests who serve the gods. In the kingdom, these priests were equivalent to scholars of high religious status.
The sun god Shamash is also known as the god of justice, so his priests majored in and presided over the law of the country. The laws of the country are determined by the king, controlled and enforced by the priests of Shamash. Therefore, most of the priests of Shamash are serious, upright, abstinent, and impersonal. They advocate order, respect the law, and hate chaos.
Garlan's eyes stared at Xie Muer who had already stood in the hall without blinking.
The man stood in the crowd. He was a priest and a scholar with rich knowledge, but his body was not thin.
Garland still remembers it clearly to this day.
In the first life of the rebirth, he was very impatient with this instructor who was strict with him and scolded him from time to time. This person made him feel like the dean of his school, so he often confronted this person.
Later, he was standing alone in the garden, who was annoyed by the crowd. After standing for a while, he saw Xi Muer suddenly rushing towards him.
The speed of the man rushing was so fast that he couldn't react at all.
He stayed where he was, watching helplessly as Xie Mu'er rushed over, he swung the scepter in his right hand that never left his body and pointed it at his head... No, it was the whistling wind that swept across his head, and slammed into his head. Shot behind him.
Bang!
There was a dull sound like a watermelon being smashed to pieces.
Garlan turned his head subconsciously following the head of the scepter that had wiped his cheek, and his face was splattered with blood.
… I seem to have seen something horrible…
Garlan, who had activated the self-protection system after seeing the bloody and tragic scene, finally regained consciousness after being absent for a moment.
Then, he saw the assassin who was still twitching slightly under his feet, and the red, white and white on the ground, the assassin's head that looked like a smashed watermelon...
Yes, his mentor, who was a priest and a scholar, Xie Muer, swung his scepter, and with a single wave, he smashed the assassin's brains to pieces.
A headshot.
And Xie Muer has always held a scepter with one hand that never leaves his hand, and weighs more than 40 kilograms.
Garland at that time: "..."
From then on, he had only one expression left in front of his violent mentor, Xie Muer, who could take a headshot with a scepter.
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Yet it was this man, his mentor, the man he had ever trusted the most.
On the occasion of his third rebirth, he betrayed him and fell under the command of Heimos.