[BL] A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Chapter 4

I didn't know that the child who was picked up by him and put it on the rock was happily muttering in his heart. Heimos knelt on one knee, half kneeled in front of the child, and held the child's left foot with one hand.

He wore dark boots, and this kid was different. He wore sandals with only a thin sole, and white slender straps were wrapped around the child's calf.

Unlike his dark brown complexion, the child's skin is very white, shining in the sun, and white as if glowing. The skin was delicate again, so when I fell to the ground just now, my legs shoved a few green marks on the stones, and they looked conspicuous on the white lotus-like legs.

Heimus saw that the ankle he was holding was indeed slightly swollen. He squeezed it lightly, not daring to use too much force. Although the two of them are children with little difference in age, this child is too delicate compared to him, and the skin can be squeezed out of the impression. He is really worried that a little effort will make the child thin. Ankle is pinched off.

The little feet he held in his hands jittered, obviously painful, but soon he could not bear to move, and he didn't hear the child crying for pain, still sitting obediently. As he looked up, his big golden amber eyes blinked, his eyes brightly glancing at him.

He has seen so many children who are so accustomed to keeping abreast of words and start to make troubles. It is really the first time such a clever one.

Huimus thought.

If a child is so obedient and obedient, he will not be bothered by seeing the kid.

At the moment, Heimus, who had a good impression of Garland, did not know at all.

The child glanced at him shiningly because he was so happy to see him in a half-kneeling position before him.

If he knew what Garland was thinking, he would have turned his face immediately.

Garland looked down at the young man squatting under his feet. While he was happy, he couldn't help feeling.

In his memory, he and Huimos are rivals.

Heimus is a terrible guy, but also an extremely arrogant guy. Even before Brother Camos, who was king, and even the idol, he had never seen Huimus lower his head.

Heimus hated him so much that he could feel that the man who looked at him was always extremely malicious and terribly cold, like a side dog staring at its prey in the shadow anytime, anywhere. As long as he showed a little flaw, he would rush to bite his flesh, mercilessly.

The two of them had hardly been alone, and each time they met, they were surrounded by their respective subordinates. They were alert to each other and looked at each other from afar.

So, at this moment, being so close to this person, and this person is still kneeling in front of him, makes him feel very incredible.

Garland always felt that this person, let alone kneel in front of him like this, even if he nodded slightly in front of him, that would only happen when dreaming.

So, is he dreaming now?

Thinking deeply about this very likely question, Gallan suddenly heard the other person say something.

"Does it hurt?"

Although the voice of the juvenile voice change period is hoarse and unpleasant, the tone is gentle.

Upon hearing this gentle tone, Garland suddenly covered himself with excitement, only to feel the cold hairs all over his body.

No no no-this is not right-