Night.

"I'm still worried about that weird doctor staying with His Highness." Beside the fire, Huaiya stared at another fire in the distance with a strange expression, where there were only two figures, one big and one small, sitting around.

This was the third night they came to the Lombard Military Camp. Ramon claimed that he would review Thales' injuries alone, and strangely, His Royal Highness also agreed to him.

"He is a prince, so he can do whatever he wants." Putilai smoked his pipe and exhaled a cloud of smoke, which made Huaiya's face darken: "Also, relax, Ramon's fear of His Highness is not just a pretense.

from."

"Furthermore, with so many Sergeants Exeter on duty around, His Highness is safe." Putilai glanced at the evil-looking Exeter soldiers standing guard or patrolling around him, and then glanced not far away.

Ada, who was at the scene, said slowly: "Furthermore, if Ramon is really an assassin, he had too many opportunities on the previous battlefield... Don't forget, it was him who saved His Highness."

Huaiya thought about what happened on the battlefield, and his heart moved slightly.

"Speaking of this...what happened to His Highness?" The young attendant asked worriedly: "At that time, he could not even breathe..."

Putilai looked at Huaiya who looked suspicious and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Have you always been worried about this matter?" the thin deputy envoy said with interest.

"It's not just this one thing," Huaiya frowned and recalled solemnly, while expressing the doubts in his heart: "His Highness's physical condition is very good... In fact, it is better than I expected. No matter how serious the injury is,

Damage and recovery time are calculated in days..."

But that's more suspicious, isn't it?

"Also, I can't help but care about the superpowers that His Highness said he learned from the Black Prophet." Huaiya lowered his head and glanced at the single-edged sword in his hand: "After all, it is a secret science, Your Highness.

Although...he is just a child after all, and it is not a good thing to be too close to the secret society."

Secret science.

snort.

Putilai raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke at the moon in the sky with a complicated expression.

"Do you think the Secret Service is a scary place?" The deputy did not look at Huaiya.

Huaiya pursed his lips and nodded.

"I have heard many stories about that place, some are ridiculous, some are weird, and some are unreasonable," the young attendant drew his sword, his voice full of hesitation: "But I have to admit that the secrets of the kingdom are mysterious.

, and the reputation of the Black Prophet is scary.”

"I thought that at your age you have not heard too many stories about the Black Prophet," Putilai chuckled: "You know, Morat has been in charge of the secret department for more than thirty years. I even doubt that back then,

When the young Eddy II was crowned, Morat was already working in the Secret Service."

Huaiya wiped his sword and shrugged:

"While training at the Tower of the End, I heard a joke: Something happened in each of the four major intelligence agencies in the world. The Red Witch broke a teacup, the Priest Bai burned out an oil lamp, and the Youth Academy

The lieutenant wore an old robe, and the Black Prophet slept with a torn pillowcase...guess, which incident has the most serious consequences?"

"Maybe there is one thing missing," Putilai took a puff of tobacco and curved the corners of his mouth: "The Gray Sword Guard has worn out a scabbard."

Huaiya and Putilai chuckled together.

"Master Shao is not as unkind and scary as the outside rumors say. It's just that as the tower master of the Tower of the End, he is more calm and steady." Huaiya showed a nostalgic look and nodded: "Besides, he has no place except for his hair and beard.

It’s gray.”

"Huaiya, as an attendant," after the joke, Putilai said slowly and seriously: "It is a good thing to care about the prince you serve, but..."

He looked at Wyatt Castle with a compelling look: "Want to hear some advice?"

Huaiya raised his eyebrows and showed a listening expression.

"Each Bright Star Prince is like a separate secret department. They all have many secrets," Putilai said with deep eyes: "It is enough to only care about those you should know."

Wyatt frowned.

"Don't make life too difficult," Putilai sighed: "You must know that the lives of the princes themselves are difficult enough."

Especially...their surname is Canxing.

Putilai said silently.

The image of the past comes to mind.

Huaiya looked at the crackling fire with a complicated expression.

"Lord Putilai, I still remember what you said that day in the birch forest," Huaiya turned over his weapon and said silently: "Were you once an attendant?"

Putilai's pipe no longer smokes.

The deputy envoy blew out his cigarette holder and looked at Huai Ya.

The latter raised his eyes and asked him calmly: "Then... which prince of that year did you serve?"

Putilai's eyes focused on the fire paused for a moment.

"Just like...your father." After a few seconds, he said slowly.

"But I am older and I left the prince's side earlier."

Huaiya stared at him, and the action of wiping the weapon on his hand stopped unconsciously.

"Really, Attendant," the young Attendant said with a complicated expression and deep eyes, "Do you have a family?"

Putilai turned his head and took a deep look at Huai Ya.

so funny.

He said silently: The famous "Cunning Fox" in the stars, the leader and signatory of the "Fortress Peace Treaty", can't even handle his own family well.

But then his eyes darkened.

How can I get better?

"Listen, Huaiya," the deputy said, stroking the slowly cooling pipe in his hand, his tone heavier than usual:

"Gilbert is a competent and outstanding attendant. He is well organized and meticulous. He is loyal to his ideals and goals from beginning to end - he has his own principles."

Huaiya gently squeezed the edge of his sword.

"Even sometimes, those principles are so cold?" the young attendant said calmly.

"Cold?" Putilai snorted:

"Sometimes, you have to make a choice - no matter how difficult it is."

Before Huai Ya could respond, a discordant voice intervened in their conversation out of thin air.

"Good evening, two distinguished guests from the stars," Viscount Cambida, subordinate to the Grand Duke of Black Sands and his most trusted adviser, came from a distance wearing a thick military uniform unique to the North:

"I hope I didn't disturb you!"

Kambida smiled and sat down opposite Putilai, who had playful eyes, and Waiya, who looked unhappy.

"You are indeed disturbing us." Huaiya looked at Cambida with an unkind look, and gently flicked the blade of the sword in his hand, making a cool crisp sound.

"Very good, that means I've caught your attention." Cambida took off his gloves without a care and warmed himself by the fire: "Why don't you stay in the tent? The weather is very cold, and this is the Northland."

"We like the open wilderness," Putilai poured out the ashes from his pipe and replied coldly, his thin face flashing in the firelight: "The scenery is beautiful and the field of vision is broad."

"Don't worry," Cambida smiled softly and saw through their thoughts: "You are in Exeter, and the Exeter people are not in the habit of listening to the corner of the tent."

He turned his head and looked at the Star Prince and his doctor in the distance: "The prince is safe here."

Cambida narrowed his eyes: "What a special prince, isn't he?"

Otherwise, the Grand Duke would not have given such an evaluation.

Huaiya snorted disdainfully.

Putilai frowned.

They began to pay attention to the prince.

Probably the child said something strange in Lumba's tent a few days ago.

This is not a good sign.

The deputy pulled out his tobacco bag, grabbed the next handful of tobacco, and said calmly: "It seems we are leaving tomorrow."

Huaiya raised his eyebrows.

Kambida's expression froze, and he looked at Putilai warily: "You know?"

"It's written on your face, and there are those sergeants who come and go all night... Moreover," Putilai picked up a burning branch from the fire and relit the pipe: "Isn't this what you are here for?

The purpose?”

"Convey your master's wishes?"

silence.

Cambida stared at Putilai seriously, as if he wanted to observe him again.

"Yes," His Excellency the Viscount of the Black Sand Territory said calmly: "We will set off tomorrow. I will lead a force of two thousand people, including five hundred cavalry and the flaming knight Lord Tuleha, to escort His Highness Thales directly.

On the way to Longxiao City, we will not rest in any castles or towns of lords and nobles, but at most we will camp in the wild."
To be continued...