"This place cannot be defended."

Glover led his horse and stood in front of a wide and exquisite double iron door. He looked at the exquisite garden in front of him and the dragon-kissed fountain in the center. He looked at the three-story house with tall columns in front of him, with a serious expression.

"Wha, what?" Beside him, d.d-guard officer Doyle, who was checking the teeth of his mount, asked in confusion.

All around, the royal guards assigned to protect the prince, followed by the royal ceremonial officer and the political officer of the city hall, entered this gorgeous manor in an orderly manner, and met with the flattered local servants and guards - most of them came from the outer suburbs of the central territory.

The private soldiers of Bright Star recruited - doing the troublesome handover and propaganda.

"Complex terrain layout, cumbersome sentry settings, unnecessary decorations, and bright star private soldiers recruited from other places," Pioneer Officer Glover's eyes swept from the gate wall to the distant backyard garden, with an increasingly vigilant tone.

strong:

"And a labyrinth garden larger than the North."

In a bustling and busy atmosphere, the Pioneer Officer looked around and handed the mount to a subordinate of the Pioneer Wing, frowning even more.

"Beibei..." Doyle beside him said subconsciously, and immediately understood something and smiled brightly.

"Relax, zombie, this is Mindis Hall, not Broken Dragon Fortress."

Regardless of the face of the vanguard wing guard, Doyle put the reins into the other person's hand very naturally, and watched the other person pull away the mount with an unhappy expression of "Where are your guard wing people?"

, then turned back with satisfaction:

"And we're not here to fight."

Glover snorted from his nose.

He looked at the avenue outside the iron gate, then at the house at the end of the garden, and said in a cold tone:

"The prince should have lived in Fuxing Palace."

Pioneer Officer's sentences are long and seem to have profound meaning.

But Doyle tutted and shook his head.

"No, no, no, although we didn't know each other before, I know that you don't have many guard posts in the Pioneer Wing..."

Glover pursed his lips.

"I don't know whether the Thomund Hall or the Silent Room where His Majesty and the Queen are..."

d.d raised three fingers with a smile on his face and broke them down one by one:

"But the Ballard Room is very narrow, the Elland Court is a bit too high and cold, and the Sumei Room is too dark and dark..."

"Compared to these famous large grottoes in Fuxing Palace, believe me," Doyle gracefully raised his hand to the exquisite garden in front of him:

"You'll like it better here."

Glover narrowed his eyes.

"At least, at least there is Mindis Hall, there is..."

Doyle paused for a moment, then ran his fingers through the iron gate, garden, fountain, avenue, main hall, and finally pointed at the sun above his head and smiled calmly:

"……bright?"

Glover folded his arms and looked away, snorting speciously.

Obviously not satisfied.

"Besides, do you know how high its artistic value is?"

Doyle's eyes lit up and his words changed.

Glover frowned.

“Do you know its place in architectural history?”

The guard turned around and opened his arms, as if to hug him:

"Let's not mention that this is the famous Xianjun Palace... but look at this garden, look at these reliefs, look at these floor tiles! Not to mention the many art collections it has in stock!"

"Think about it, if a banquet is held here, the ladies in the royal capital will definitely rush to be the first..."

Doyle turned around with a dance step, his face full of sweetness.

Glover remained motionless, but looked at Doyle with an expression full of contempt.

"What's wrong?"

d.d shrugged, looking puzzled:

"Is it wrong to love art and beauty?"

Glover looked away, took a deep breath, and exhaled stiffly through his nose.

Familiar carriages and shouts could be heard in the distance, as if a person was directing the transportation.

Doyle's expression changed as he was immersed in art and beauty.

"Oh no, those are Stowe and Fubi..."

He immediately rushed to Glover's side, his expression was serious and his body straightened, he stretched out his arm and pointed at the Mindis Hall:

"Quick, quick, pretend to be talking to me, discussing defensive posts or defense plans, looking very attentive and serious..."

Glover was confused:

"What?"

"Only in this way, we don't have to be assigned to help with logistics." Doyle's expression remained unchanged and his lips moved slightly.

Glover is still puzzled:

"But... why me?"

"Because he never calls the vanguard!" Doyle whispered through gritted teeth.

Surrounded by a group of officials and private soldiers of the Bright Star, Logistics Officer Shi Tuo and Flag Officer Fubi passed by with several subordinates and several carriages, leaving doubtful and puzzled eyes on Doyle.

But after seeing Glover with a serious face, they gave up their doubts and left.

Only then did Doyle breathe out a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

Glover looked at him with an even weirder look.

But Doyle had no sense of embarrassment at all. He naturally returned to the state of intoxicated admiration. Turning his eyes, he saw the quiet figure under the pillars of the house in the distance and beside the fir door. In the gap between the figures coming and going,

A young man standing quietly.

Doyle squinted his eyes and looked at the still, slightly lonely prince - the servants and guards around him seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding, perfectly avoiding the prince while busy at work, and the people closest to him were at least

Ten meters away.

But from time to time, they cast careful glances and glanced over the silent young man.

"I bet you that kid just got spanked."

Glover glanced at D.D very subtly.

As if he was afraid that the other party would not believe him, Doyle narrowed his eyes:

"Believe me, I know this feeling. He is acting very calm now, but it is all an act..."

Doyle stared deeply at the prince's back, his eyes melancholy and quite touching:

"But in the deepest part of his heart, he just wants to find a place with no one and cry happily..."

Glover looked at him, his brows frowning more and more.

"This is not something you should comment on," the pioneer officer coughed seriously:

"Guard Officer Doyle."

But Doyle snorted softly.

"Come on, that broken sword in the morning... you are also unhappy, aren't you?" Doyle cupped Glover's arm, ignoring the other's ugly face, and said with a sense of schadenfreude:

"I bet all my money on you that our respected Duke has finally met someone with a sword heavier than his."

Glover didn't answer. He just looked at the porch of Mindis Hall and frowned deeply.

There, Duke Thales stood quietly.

He just stared at the porch, silent and motionless.

It seems to be isolated from the surroundings.

"are u there?"

Thales spoke in a daze:

"Did you see it?"

In response, a calm and calm voice came from behind:

"Yes, I saw it."

But he was not the person Thales expected.

The young man closed his eyes and sighed slightly.
To be continued...