Longxiao City, Palace of Heroes, Training Ground.
Under the eyes of countless Palace of Heroes guards and followers, Thales, who was sweating profusely, swung the long sword in his right hand, raised the shield on his left arm, spread his legs apart, and solemnly made a "
"Iron Body Style".
Although he was worried, the prince still had to carry out the necessary outdoor training every day.
"I don't know why you are still practicing this set of swordsmanship." In front of him, the pale-faced former commander of the White Blade Guards raised a heavy sword with disdain. "Even against orcs, our army's fighting style has long been outdated."
It has been refurbished for hundreds of thousands of years, and your sword-and-shield stupidly waits for someone to beat you..."
"Are you going to keep talking nonsense?" the prince said impatiently.
"I remember this was outdoor training, not satire writing?"
Nicolai pursed his lips and looked unhappy.
The Meteor's attitude toward the second prince, which had been good or bad for six years, began to take a turn for the worse after yesterday's political hearing: he began to look at Thales with hostile eyes, and was extremely harsh on the star boy during outdoor training.
Of course, Thales later found out why.
Thales shrugged, indicating that he could attack.
The next second, Nicolé stepped forward and slashed out with his sword.
"Boom!"
Thales' shield collided with Nicolai's heavy sword. The prince stepped forward and pushed forward. He counterattacked with the sword in his right hand, but Nicolai easily dodged it.
"If you really want to know how much this set of swordsmanship means to me," Thales turned around and quickly pointed the sword tip at the enemy again: "A stern teacher once told me: I must at least practice to a certain extent.
"
Speaking of this, the letter brought by Gilbert Toptile suddenly appeared in his mind.
The stern and unpretentious image of Jinni appeared in Thales' mind, and his heart moved.
"How can you practice?" Nicolai snorted coldly, "It's a pity that you didn't do it."
The Fallen Starman charged forward with his feet, held the sword in both hands, and slashed down with the help of gravity!
"boom!"
He almost knocked down Thales who was struggling to hold up his shield.
The prince gritted his teeth and felt the force on Nicolai's sword gradually increasing.
"Where is the courage you had when you snatched the book from my hand?"
The Fallen Star roared: "Take it out, don't make me feel like I'm fighting with an idiot!"
Thales struggled to lower his body and twist his hips, deflecting the opponent's heavy sword, and thrust out again: "Maybe you should redefine who is snatching the book from whose hand!"
However, before the prince's sword had any effect, the Fallen Starman dwarfed and kicked out, causing Thales to stagger while he was changing his body!
Outside the training ground, Thales's attendant, Wyatt Castle, was standing on the side holding his long sword. While sighing, he said to the silver-faced Rolf, who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded:
"You know, I am not slandering the prince. In fact, he is the most precocious child I have ever seen. But you have to admit that in addition to being good at analysis and planning, he is very passionate about the things that come before him, punches to the flesh, and swords to the blood.
The battle is really..."
Huaiya looked at Thales who was in a hurry on the field and was confused, and shook his head: "He really... lacks talent."
Rolf frowned and looked at Wyatt who kept talking with an unhappy expression.
This chatterbox.
In the past six years, it has never stopped.
Are you treating me like a trash can?
Fuck him.
Rolf snorted in dissatisfaction and raised his middle finger without even bothering to turn his head.
But Waiya didn't care.
He knew that Rolf, who couldn't speak, hated people who talked a lot. However, he could not only make the wind ghost feel uncomfortable, but also appreciate his irrefutable angry eyes. Why not? Just like Rolf also likes to gloat.
Looking at Huai Ya's stupid appearance, he didn't know anything about the sign language that the prince made.
Wyatt could not stand Rolf's casual and rude street habits, and was also dissatisfied with the sign language that only he and the prince could understand; the ghost of the wind hated the squire as the prince's only spokesman (indeed and indeed
Yes)’s self-confidence and self-awareness, but also looked down upon the other party’s almost picky attitude towards etiquette and address.
That's right, even though they fought side by side many times and were accompanied by two princes with vastly different backgrounds, the relationship between them has never been good.
"If he has time and preparation, no matter whether he plays chess, negotiates, or even practices swordsmanship, there is no doubt that the prince can give a very beautiful answer," Huaiya continued to frown: "But it's like this: in the face of a sudden attack,
He easily becomes flustered, nervous, and behaves awkwardly, and to be honest, he is a bit like a new recruit, especially ordinary civilians who resist blood and are not used to fighting."
"This is fatal in combat. Making a mistake at a critical moment will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
At this moment.
"Just say that Thales is not good at fighting." Putilai walked up to the two of them and watched the practice on the field. Surprisingly, he did not take out his pipe.
"My lord." Wyatt nodded respectfully, while Rolf just shook his head symbolically.
"Is there any way to overcome this?" Putilai's eyes were bright: "Tiles' problem of being in a hurry and having a blank mind at critical moments?"
"I'm afraid it's difficult." Huaiya turned around, looked at Thales who was knocked to the ground for the second time, and sighed: "Swordsmanship can be practiced and skills can be improved, but the habits and personality over the years have not changed.
It cannot be easily overcome."
At this time, Rolf suddenly raised his palm gently and wiped his neck with a sinister look.
"Huh?" Putilai noticed Rolf and raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
Huaiya looked at Rolf and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Well, I think mute probably means..."
"...I heard in the tower that there is a quick way to develop fighting instincts: Throw people on the battlefield where there is a narrow escape from death. Blood and death are the most efficient teachers. There, a harmless little sheep can become a person.
Transformed into a ferocious dragon, even the weakest warriors and the most unfamiliar recruits can quickly get rid of their bad habits. Of course, that's assuming you don't die."
"And even for extreme masters, whether they are Fallen Stars or Kingdom Wrath, their extraordinary combat power is slowly accumulated through fighting and fighting: practicing against wooden stakes and targets will never become an extreme level.
"
Rolf snorted, not sure if he was in agreement or disdain.
Putilai frowned.
"Tiles is not from the North. He is a prince of the stars, a shining star, and he will probably be a king in the future." The former deputy envoy shook his head: "He only needs to have a brief taste of the atmosphere on the battlefield.
:Whether he goes into battle in person or fights on the battlefield, it should not be his necessary skill, nor does it need to be the ultimate level. His responsibility is to move the chess pieces in his hands under the protection of thousands of troops."
Rolf muttered something that no one could understand.
Huaiya breathed out: "But you know, in the bloody years, even with the protection of many guards, the Bright Star royal family..."
At the mention of this word, Putilai suddenly turned his head!
The atmosphere seemed to have turned cold instantly.
"Be careful what you say." Putilai's sharp and unceremonious eyes forced Huaiya's words back into his mouth.
"Don't judge things you don't understand, especially the bloody year."
And the bright star.
Huaiya looked at him with some confusion.
Rolf gloated and snorted.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made irresponsible remarks about the royal family," Huaiya, who was educated in a noble family, apologized in a well-mannered manner. He sighed and found the next topic: "Speaking of which, it seems that you are planning to stay for a long time when you return to Longxiao City this time.
, your lord?"
Putilai then turned his attention back to the court.
"Yes," he said calmly: "It may take a little longer than you think."
"Speaking of which, the prince once mentioned it to me," Huaiya frowned slightly: "What on earth did you do six years ago?"
Putilai paused slightly.
Huaiya's seemingly chatting words continued: "Six years ago, the day after King Charman's coronation was also the time when Lisban began to clean up the mess of Dragon Sky City, and Prince Thales was in the most unfavorable situation..."
"You didn't even say hello and just left Longxiao City in a hurry?"
"Forget it, after all, we have reunited," Huaiya withdrew his gaze and said with some worry: "But what I care more about is, it has been six years, why did you come back at this time?"
"Why not earlier, when the prince has not yet established himself, or later, when the prince has to face problems such as marriage?"
"Now?"
"This makes me a little... worried."
Rolf also frowned, rarely expressing his opinion on Wyatt's talk.
This corner suddenly became quiet.
Putilai lowered his eyelids. He slowly reached into his arms and took out the old pipe that he had used six years ago.
"You know, a long time ago, when I was young, our teacher said at graduation," the thin former deputy envoy slowly filled the tobacco, took out the flint, and lit the pipe: "Gilbert.
Kasuo has a big heart and can always look at problems without being confused by the immediate situation. He can jump out of the box and grasp the key points beyond the sight. Maybe in the future he will be the kind of far-sighted rear chess player who is good at foresight and planning."
"So that naive bastard always thinks too much."
Hearing the inconsistent answer, Huaiya raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Huh?"
"Even if you don't admit it, Huaiya," Putilai took a pleasant breath of smoke and said with a smile, "you still have a lot of similarities with your father..."
"Like thinking too much."
Huaiya seemed to have thought of something. He closed his mouth and turned back with an ugly expression.
He didn't ask any more questions.
In the field, Thales took two steps back and caught a glimpse of Putilai and Huaiya who were in a strange atmosphere.
As he wondered, he couldn't help but think of another point mentioned in Gilbert's letter:
Gilbert emphasized his belief in Putilai twice.
Why?
The sword flashed, and Nikolai attacked again.
This time, Thales, who had been retreating, finally got his chance.
When the opponent hit his shield for the third time, the prince withstood the attack and made a long-prepared strike.
He went straight to the enemy's weakly defended left flank, which caught Nicolai's eye.
"good idea."
But then, the Fallen Starman swung his heavy sword back very quickly to face this sharp counterattack!
Following the trajectory of the opponent's epee, Thales struggled to swing the shield in his left hand and pushed away the opponent's counterattack with all his strength.
"Wow!"
Nicolai's heavy sword drew along the shield, and the strong wind brought by the sword's edge swept through Thales' hair!
At that moment, Thales, who had a chill in his head, trembled all over.
As this sense of crisis approached, Thales felt an inexplicable tremor suddenly explode from his spine and hit his brain.
The next second, the familiar yet unfamiliar wave of Hell River sin surged out of his body uncontrollably and uncontrollably!
Like a frightened hibernating beast, it suddenly wakes up!
It was like a sudden extreme cold storm, attacking every inch of his body, including his brain.
It makes him want to risk everything.
But the prince didn't feel at ease at all!
Thales felt the riot of the Hell River Sin, and felt inexplicable fear in his heart!