Why is he here?

Every time he walked in the corridor of Fuxing Palace, Mallos couldn't help but ask himself this question.

A few rays of light shine through the narrow stone window, dividing the corridor on this floor into countless black and white fragments.

And he walked through the light and shadow, flickering in and out of light in the cold morning air.

Soon, the road under Marius's feet forked in front of him: one led to the royal treasury and the watchman's secret room that he often visited, and the other led to the guard's dormitory that he hated most.

Why is he here?

Mallos took one of them without hesitation.

Because he was meant to be here.

Passing by the precious portrait of Halwa, the "wisdom prime minister" of the Fuxing King's era (his wisdom is still so dazzling), the watchman greeted the two royal guard logistics officers who passed by, but he was sensitively aware: they

His attitude is very strange.

Very normal.

After all, after last night, Mindis Hall became the center of attention in the entire royal capital.

Mallos thought calmly.

What's more, the person who is really bearing these pressures...

Mallos turned a corner with familiarity, pushed open a wooden door, and walked into the guard's first duty dormitory.

"So, Weah, what are the benefits of the New Year?"

Mallos stopped in front of the wall with the roster, and while greeting the people in the room, he took off his sword and hung it on the sword stand.

Touch the weapon, encounter the other.

The power of his end awakens in his body, like instinct.

The whole world quieted down.

barren.

Dead silence.

Cold.

heavy.

Dark.

Until someone disturbs me.

"Yerba mate."

At the other end of the duty dormitory, a young man - Flag Officer Weah put down his tea cup with a grimace and raised his head from behind a desk full of piles of documents:

"A business group brought it back from the Zante Islands. It is so bitter that it has no market in the king."

"So the logistics wing bought a large number of them at a low price, 'helping to refresh people'."

"At least that's what they say."

Weah was depressed for unknown reasons.

Mallos controlled his face and made a smile that felt sincere.

"Not bad," the watchman picked up the teapot and poured himself a large cup:

"Bitter, this is very much like the logistics wing."

Mallos took a bite, and the taste in his mouth made him frown:

"It's particularly suitable for your job."

But Weah, who is usually talkative, did not respond this time.

"Don't look at me, Lord Marius," Weah raised his hand helplessly:

"Today, I am just a record-keeper."

Seeing Weah's unusual caution, Mallos paused.

Not only was he depressed, he was also nervous and trying hard to hide it.

but why?

The sound of footsteps came from inside.

New fluctuations appeared in the dead world, attracting Mallos' attention.

"You're late," a voice sounded in the duty dormitory, calm but serious:

"Lord Marius."

The voice was full of displeasure.

The watchman turned around, and a man of about the same age as him, with a pair of narrow eyes and a pair of thin lips, and an air of nobility that made people uncomfortable, walked out of the room and came to him.

It's him.

Mallos' expression remained unchanged and he sighed slightly in his heart.

Why do I still feel disappointed?

He knew he was coming, didn't he?

"I didn't expect you to be here."

Mallos put down his teacup, smiled, and faced the visitor head-on:

"Lord Talon."

Vogel Tallen, the deputy guard captain and chief flag officer whom he had just met last night, snorted at him:

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either."

Mallos nodded.

Vogel was not happy.

In a dead world, he told himself.

The other person wants something but can't get it, so they are very angry.

The watchman turned his head and asked Weah:

"Where's Gaitan?"

"I remember that he is usually responsible for recording?"

Behind the desk, Flag Officer Weah stared at the words he wrote seriously, as if he had not heard the words of the watchman, and seemed to have made up his mind not to raise his head.

"The Flag Wing is very busy today and is short of manpower."

It was Vogel who answered him.

The chief flag officer said coldly:

"Thanks to last night."

Mallos smiled slightly.

"So busy? So much so that, as the leader, you have to go into battle yourself?"

The watchman turned his head and looked directly into Vogel's eyes like willow leaves:

"Come to do...paperwork?"

Vogel did not answer him, but moved behind the desk and pulled out a chair next to Weah.

Mallos caught a glimpse of Weah secretly moving a little to the side.

The next second, Vogel suddenly said an old saying in a cold voice:

"The knights are gathered."

As soon as these words came out, Marius and Weazi were stunned.

Although he had other thoughts in mind, the watchman had to respond sternly together with Weah:

"Only follow the emperor's orders!"

He didn't know the meaning of this ancient ritual.

But as far back as I can remember, the royal guards have been enforcing such rules.

It seems that this way we can regain the style of the Imperial Guard.

He could only obey.

The atmosphere became solemn.

Vogel stared at him silently, as if to test the authenticity of his words.

After a few seconds, the deputy guard captain nodded:
To be continued...