Defective products.

Haha, defective product.

The watchman pursed his lips.

He looked up and around in the desolate world and saw every inch of it was withered and incomplete.

Vogel, why do you believe that there are really "excellent products" in this world?

"Believe me, Lord Marius, I hate to describe the brothers and sisters of the Guard that way."

Vogel snorted coldly and leaned back in his chair:

"But obviously, you didn't leave much leeway for me."

In the awkward silence, Mallos stared at each other and said nothing for a long time.

Weah on the side has long regarded himself as a dead person, almost integrated with the magic circle on the wall.

Until Mallos sighed.

"What do you want, Vogel?"

The watchman rarely called the other person by his first name instead of his last name, and said calmly:

"If you really want to cause trouble for my men."

"It would be much more effective to report directly to His Majesty, the captain, and even Chief Punishment Officer Facundo."

Vogel looked back at him, the anger on his face slowly fading.

A few seconds later, he turned back into the strict deputy captain of the guard.

"Weah Flag Officer."

Vogel spoke softly.

On the other side, Weah, who was trying hard to pretend that he was not here, trembled subconsciously.

"Why don't you let that poor polyphony circle go and take a walk outside?"

Weah raised his face from the magic circle that he had been "repairing" for nearly five minutes, his face turned ashen.

"walk……"

He became happy when he realized something:

"Of course! I happen to be a little tired after sitting for a long time. Sir Talon, you are so considerate..."

"Weah," said Mallos this time, calm, gentle, and concise:

"go out."

"Now."

Weah, who still wanted to say something, immediately fell silent.

In a few seconds, he stood up quietly, left the sight of the two of them, and then slipped out of the duty room as if he was fleeing.

The two people were left in the room, facing each other.

And the complex sound array that glows strangely.

"Others may not be able to tell, Tormund," Vogel said softly, calling the other person by name:

"But the Flag Wing is the eyes and ears of the Guard, responsible for internal review."

"So after last night, I discovered that these so-called Star Lake Guards under your command either have bad reputations, have bad character, are playboys and are difficult to teach, are in trouble, or are secretly full of shit..."

He knocked on the guard file on the table:

"When you become the captain of the prince's personal guard and are envied by everyone in the palace, you choose these fringe people and even controversial people in the royal guard to be your right-hand man?"

"Is it easier to control, or is it less threatening and less likely to cause trouble?"

Vogel’s eyes sharpened:

"Maybe I should ask you: What do you want to do?"

The prince's personal guard captain.

Being close to the water, everyone envies you?

Mallos' face was expressionless.

You envy you, Vogel.

I don't.

Mallos was silent for a moment and replied:

"You're doubting me."

The duty dormitory was quiet for a while.

Vogel sneered and crossed his arms:

"You know, when I saw Duke Xinghu's righteous deeds last night..."

He picked up the last file on the table:

"Did I remember something?"

Vogel was slightly lost in thought:

"he."

"He is unwilling to sacrifice his troops to protect the king."

Mallos moved slightly.

Vogel's eyes focused:

"Leave your soldiers alone."

The next moment, the deputy guard captain pushed the file in front of him.

"Pawn."

Mallos lowered his head, and his own sketch on the file was looking at him.

Indifferent.

calm.

Don't care.

Snapped!

Vogel slapped his hand hard on the table, just covering the column of Mallos' last name.

"I don't know why the watchman has so much autonomy. But after taking over the flag, my job is to keep an eye on everyone in the guard."

"So that tragedy will never happen again."

Their eyes met, and their breaths froze.

Marius remained silent.

In his desolate world, Vogel's shadow is extremely huge.

"So, yes, I doubt you, Watchman."

The flag officer leaned forward and his shrewd eyes fell on Mallos:

"As you said, many of the files in your secret guard rooms are top-secret eternal files - including those from the Year of Blood."

"So I suspect that you had other ideas when you became the captain of his personal guard and selected the Star Lake Guard for him."

"Some ideas that are far beyond the duties of the royal guard and are not even known to His Majesty and the captain."

Mallos looked at the glowing polyphonic array.

Without waiting for a response, Vogel snorted softly, warning:

"Tell me, you must have a good reason for doing this?"

Vogel's eyes turned cold.

"Tell me, what's wrong with the prince?"

"Is there any secret that only the Watchers of all generations know?"

"So much so that your behavior around him is so cautious, cautious, special and even ridiculous?"

Mallos remained expressionless, but sighed in his heart.

"Tell me, Tormund, or this eternal document will be presented directly to His Majesty and the Captain."

Vogel said coldly:

"Tell me, the twenty-four people under your command, including yourself, were not chosen on your own initiative or out of resentment, but were specially selected for that special prince..."

The next second, Vogel's tone was filled with chilling vigilance:
To be continued...