Imperial style.

Thales chewed on the word for a while.

A genre style worthy of rivaling "Temple".

Is it the style of an empire or the style of an emperor?

"Now, do you understand?"

Mallos gently touched the hilt of the sword on his waist, his eyes complicated and difficult to distinguish.

"Imperial Style, what is the significance of this line of martial arts inherited from the imperial era to the Kingdom of Stars, to the Royal Family of Bright Star, and especially to you?"

There were only a few people on the training ground, and there was silence in the depths of the courtyard. Only the main stone hall behind him stood majestically, remaining unchanged under the gray sky.

Thales thought for a long time before speaking.

"So, 'Imperial Style' not only represents martial arts, but also represents history. It is of extraordinary significance and is equivalent to the ancestral school of the Bright Star Royal Family..."

So this is another story about reading history and world affairs, which made me "study hard"...

Thinking of this, Thales was choked up.

etc.

The family history of the Bright Star Royal Family...

Thales' expression changed slightly, while Mallos on the other side remained silent.

"Doyle of the Mirror River..."

The prince suddenly said this surname without thinking.

"Last night, the battle between d.d and Bailar..."

Thales looked at the watchman and spoke in surprise and doubt:

"Although the weapons and styles are different, I have the impression that d.d's swordsmanship style also belongs to the imperial style?"

Mallos narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a few seconds, the watchman nodded.

"Danny Doyle was the last squire accepted by Knight Joaquin. Before his death, Knight Joaquin was a private soldier hired by the Bright Star royal family for his own territory. The chief swordsmanship instructor hired by the Royal Family of the Bright Star was a master of imperial martial arts.

A master figure.”

Swordsmanship training for the private soldiers of Bright Star.

After his question was confirmed, Thales turned his eyes and asked:

"What about the others?"

"Besides Toledo and D.D. Glover Bastia? And you?"

Thales stared at Mallos steadily.

The watchman smiled faintly and confirmed his guess:

"Yes."

"Glover, Morgan, Flaten, Oscarson in the Pioneer Wing..."

"Bastia, Franzuk, Ferry, Custa in the guard wing..."

"Including Tang Xin and Trifanov under my command."

Marius' palm was still pressed on the hilt of the sword, as if he was sighing:

"More than that, most of the people in your Star Lake Guard, or to be precise, the entire Royal Guard, are practitioners of the Imperial Style."

Most of the Royal Guards.

Thales had a slight realization at first, then frowned and thought deeply.

"As for me, the teachers who taught me martial arts are also knights of the imperial style."

Just listen to the watchman slowly say:

"Thanks to the Brilliant Star private army, even the royal standing army, which has been organized for only a few decades, has been more or less affected by it. Many people, from officers to soldiers, practice it."

Thales was silent for a while.

He quietly thought about the rationale.

Marius did not rush him, but waited patiently for the prince's reaction.

"Marios."

A few seconds later, Thales spoke quietly, feeling a little dazed:

"Tell me, between the Temple and the Imperial Style, do people pay any attention to when choosing their own school?"

At that moment, Mallos' eyes were blank.

He gently released the hilt of his sword.

"I think that in an era when powerful people are on the rise and the world is in chaos, the skills taught by the Tower of the End will often become popular and spread, becoming a prominent science in the eyes of the world."

The watchman got rid of the confusion in his eyes and became calm again:

"But in times of peace and prosperity, when the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the orthodox imperial style has become a trend that people are chasing."

Mallos looked at Thales, as calm as before, only the pause between words was particularly different:

"Do you understand?"

Thales took a deep breath.

He sat upright, solemnly facing his personal guard captain and martial arts teacher.

"Marios."

"What exactly do you want to talk about in today's class?"

The arc of Mallos' mouth widened a bit, but he shrugged, looking innocent and helpless:

"Of course they are the two major representative schools in the world..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"You can be more straightforward, don't be so subtle and careful," Duke Xinghu stared at him seriously:

"I don't do keyword censorship."

Mallos hesitated slightly.

He scoffed softly.

"As smart as you are, what do you think I want to say?"

The two looked at each other quietly for a moment.

Until Thales took a deep breath, gently closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"Nan'an leader, that idiot from the Karabyan family... ahem, I mean, respected Master Cohen."

Thales stared at Mallos and said in a solemn tone:

"As far as I know, he is a student of the Tower of the End."

"According to you, he is a disciple of the 'Temple'."

Mallos raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Northland, Miss Miranda of the Allende family."

"And last night, Anke Bailar from Crow Cry Town in the Western Wasteland."

"And Nixi, as you said, he lived in Blade Territory before moving to Central Territory."

Thales' tone was affirmative and he advanced step by step:

"By the way, there are also Exeter people."

Thales remembered what Huaiya told him:

"As far as I know, the famous 'Earthshaker' Kaslan Lumba also learned his skills from the Tower of the End when he was young."

Hearing this name, Mallos moved slightly, thoughtfully.

He raised his head and responded leisurely to the prince:

"You do know a lot, Your Highness."

Thales frowned:

"And last night, when you said that the assassin's martial arts originated from the Tower of the End, your old enemy—sorry, I mean Lord Vogel, the deputy captain of the guard—first reaction was: Those are foreign nobles."

Teresa paused, but Mallos remained calm.

"As for Di Feng..."

Thales felt that he had caught the line and was pulling it tighter and tighter until he was close to the key:
To be continued...