Six years later, one of Xingchen's old friends did discover his own ending power.
In... the prison of bones.
But……
The dark purple mask flashed before Thales' eyes.
He subconsciously tightened his grip on the sword hilt.
impossible.
"I said, the process of knight training... is only for you."
Mallos' smiling words brought Thales back to reality:
"If you're cheating, it's not hard to tell."
The watchman pointed to Thales' arm, feeling the pleasure of catching prey.
Under the pillars on the other side, Doyle blinked in surprise and poked the person beside him out of habit.
"real?"
The guard's mouth opened again and again:
"How old is the child?"
Doyle hadn't expected an answer.
But unexpectedly, this time, Glover's deep voice actually sounded:
"According to the record, fourteen years old..."
The pioneer officer nicknamed "Zombie" narrowed his eyes:
"Zero one hundred and twenty-eight days."
Doyle was shocked.
"Damn it, we are almost catching up with the youngest awakening record, wait a minute," but Doyle immediately noticed something, and he looked at Glover strangely:
"How do you remember it so clearly?"
Glover ignored him and just tightened his arms.
Keep your eyes focused on the field.
While Thales was trying to adjust his breathing and thinking about what was going on at this moment, what the consequences would be, and how he should deal with it, Mallos spoke again.
"That was not mentioned in your briefing, so..."
Mallos rubbed his hands and said in a nonchalant tone:
"When did you awaken the power of the end?"
Thales was stunned again.
The crime of the prison river...
It seems insignificant, but in fact, this power accompanied him through the birch forest, overcame the plot of the ugly face woman, survived the disaster in Longxiao City, helped him escape into the desert, and brought him safely back to the stars.
.
It's about secrets, things experienced...
Whether it was what Black Sword told or what Ricky said...
It's all a bit... too much.
No.
He can't expose too much.
At least...you can't tell the truth.
The question and answer between the two lasted only a few seconds, leaving no room for Thales to hesitate:
"When...in the Northland."
The young Duke of Xinghu quickly thought of an excuse and organized his words by clearing his throat.
"The Palace of Heroes is full of crises. I must hide myself and keep my trump card."
The more he spoke, the more fluent he became, with timely worry and warning on his face:
"As for you, Lord Mallos, where did your briefing come from?"
Mallos did not answer immediately, but looked at him for a while.
The other person's eyes made Thales extremely uncomfortable.
After a few seconds, Mallos smiled strangely and turned to another question.
"What kind of finishing power do you possess, Your Highness?"
An equally fatal question.
"I..." Thales frowned just right, pretending to think and then showing helplessness:
"I don't know either."
Mallos was silent for a while, and then continued to ask:
"Then what characteristics does it have? What changes does it bring to you?"
The sin of the prison river.
What characteristics?
What changes?
Um... hell sense?
Thales thought of the night vision effects in tunnels and dungeons.
Extremely fast treatment?
He thought again of the severe pain when recovering from the battlefield.
4D ghost effect?
Thales tried hard to put the experience in the dark path out of his mind.
Or, a beastly urge to fight?
Thinking of this, Thales shook his head.
He looked innocent and confused.
This time, it was the turn of Mallos, who had been staring at his expression, to frown:
"So it just...popped out without warning?"
"And you have no clue?"
Thales nodded pitifully and smiled awkwardly:
"Bad, almost."
Mallos looked at him, his expression becoming more serious.
The two were silent for a while - the watchman seemed to need some time to think.
"If I remember correctly, all you learned was the basic Northland military swordsmanship?" Mallos spoke again, his tone becoming cautious.
"Yes." Thales showed an ugly smile:
"Is this also in the briefing?"
Mallos' eyes moved and he did not answer him, but stared at his nominal master with burning eyes:
"So what abilities did you gain?"
Thales subconsciously repeated: "What ability?"
Mallos narrowed his eyes.
He looked at Thales with a rookie look, gritted his teeth and said:
"I mean, when you awaken the power of the end..."
"Have you acquired... extraordinary powers of observation, balance, and rhythm? I remember this is the Pegasus movement..."
Thales shook his head.
No.
"That's the melting of glaciers - greatly enhanced endurance, control of strength? Or will and spirit?"
Thales continued to shake his head.
"So, more strength, speed and offensive advantage?"
Mallos was a little unsure:
"The Glory of the Stars?"
Thales was still shaking his head, his eyes innocent.
Mallos's expression became more and more solemn:
"Could it be that... it was a desperate act, an instant burst of energy?"
Don't be that one...
Fortunately, Thales shook his head for the fourth time.
This made Mallos' brows frown even more.
Yes, not this, not that...
Assessing the effect of this lie, Thales muttered secretly in his heart.
But that's it.
The Ending Power version of the Sharingan?
Does this count?
Finally, Mallos sighed and crossed his arms.
"Okay, let's assume you have none of the above four."
"So, what additional fighting skills did the Exeters teach you that affected your awakening of the power of termination?"
Thales twitched his lips.
Exeter?
"I have no idea."
"They just keep..."
Thales shrugged, smiled awkwardly, and tried to suppress "beat me" in his throat while spitting out a few more decent words:
"Confrontation training?"
Mallos' complexion became unsightly again.
He stared at Thales as if he were staring at a cunning fox that he couldn't catch.
Finally, the watchman raised his head.
"It's remarkable, indeed, that you have awakened the power of the end at your age."
Mallos spoke words of approval, but there was no tone of approval at all.
"But in fact, awakening the power of termination prematurely is not a good thing. Shortcuts often make people lazy and careless."
The watchman smiled slightly:
"Especially...you don't know anything about it yet."
Seeing the other party's elegant and calm smile as before, Thales suddenly felt a little panicked.
The prince tried to stabilize his mood:
"At least it saved me many times...especially on this journey back home."
"This should...not be a bad thing."
Once again, Mallos gave him an unsettling smile.
"Take a rest for a while, Your Highness, replenish water and soothe your muscles."
"The practice of the previous stage has come to an end."
Thales relaxed all over and exhaled secretly.
But Mallos turned around and called to a member of the guard who was following him:
“Toledo!”
"Except those who cannot leave their posts, call everyone here."
Thales' ears twitched as he sat down to drink water.
The soldier named Toledo frowned slightly:
"Everyone?"
Mallos nodded and restored his indifferent smile:
"Yes, everyone from the Royal Guards or the Star Lake Guards, let them all come to the training ground."
"Your Excellency, the Duke, will need help from all of them."
Mallos said this and slowly narrowed his eyes.
Thales' hand holding the kettle froze immediately.
Toledo was obviously used to Mallos' orders. He only hesitated slightly before turning around and leaving.
"You too, Glover Doyle," Mallos looked into the distance with sharp eyes:
"Your job title doesn't mean you can be lazy."
Glover and Doyle looked at each other and had no choice but to step closer.
But it was the prince himself who replied to the first Marius.
"help?"
"Everyone in the Guard?"
Thales looked at Mallos in confusion and looked around the training ground:
"You, what are you going to do?"
Mallos turned around and showed a smile that was calmer and more elegant than before, but a little more weird and evil:
"As you wish, Your Highness, your course has entered a new realm."
"What we're going to do next is..."
Mallos grinned, but Thales felt a chill in his heart:
"Confrontation training."
right……
confrontation……
Thales was stunned for a few tenths of a second before he reacted.
"Why?"
Thales pointed to the sword on the ground, unable to understand:
"Weren't you still there just now..."
But this time, Mallos interrupted him.
"Don't you understand yet?"
Mallos suppressed his smile and looked at him with sharp eyes, which made Tails speechless for a moment.
"That's fine if I don't find out."
"But now that we've discovered it..."
Marius looked solemn and solemn:
"Then from now on, our only goal for training today..."
"Just to understand the power within you..."
Mallos's face suddenly turned cold:
"the truth."
At that moment, facing the somewhat aggressive watchman, Thales' heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.
He stared blankly into Marius's deep and complicated eyes, surprised and confused.
What are you doing?
On the other side of the field, Doyle, who was walking slowly, said to Glover in surprise:
"Wait, confrontation training so soon?"
"Is it too early? Those people in the guard..."
He couldn't finish.
Because the next moment, footsteps came from all around.
One, two, three...
Under the setting sun, the royal guards responsible for protecting the Duke came from all directions in the Mindis Hall. Most of them had stern eyes, with the solemnity of soldiers, and they all looked questioningly at the two people in the center of the venue.
Glover shook his head and did not answer d.d.
"Attention Your Highness, the royal guards are all carefully selected," Mallos witnessed his subordinates filing in at the training ground:
"Among them, there are both battlefield veterans who have worked hard in the army, as well as talented knights with noble backgrounds and family backgrounds since childhood."
Mallos turned to Thales, his eyes bright:
"Not to be underestimated."
Thales tried hard to control his expression and sort out his chaotic emotions.
He is going to...
What to do?
The watchman smiled slightly.
"But like I said," Mallos sighed slowly, staring at Thales' right arm that was wrestling with him to seize the sword:
"Bumps and bumps are inevitable."
The moment Marius looked at him, Thales felt that the sin of the Hell River in his body was running restlessly.
Like...
A provoked beast.
The prince took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the abnormality in his body:
"Is this necessary? I'm already very tired..."
"You don't understand your finishing power, Your Highness," Mallos looked away and calmly returned the salute to his subordinates while replying casually:
"And this is dangerous..."
"Like a knight who doesn't understand the sword in his hand or the horse on his hip."
Mallos slowly turned back:
"Know yourself, Your Highness, know yourself."
His expression became serious, and his eyes were so sharp that they almost wanted to penetrate Thales' armor:
"Only after that can we tailor-make for you... the training you need."
"Believe me, Your Highness, this is for your own good."
Mallos stared at Thales closely and said calmly:
"And I thought... Your Majesty also cares about your health, doesn't he?"
Hearing that title, Thales froze.
It seemed that even the crime of Hell River stopped for a moment.
"We'd better not let him worry while watching the Mindis Hall briefing..." Mallos said expressionlessly:
"How about figuring out your strength here and reporting the good news to him?"
Under Marius' scrutinizing and suspicious gaze, Thales was speechless for a while.
The shadowy royal guards were already standing around, quiet, solemn, and uniform.
Just waiting for the commander's order.
Thales lowered his head and took a deep breath.
A ridiculous possibility suddenly occurred to him.
Maybe.
Thales said silently.
Perhaps from the beginning, Mallos wanted to give him martial arts lessons...
Just not for...
train?
"Okay, Piloga," Mallos turned around and called out to a subordinate in the queue: "Warm up and pick a practice sword that is handy."
As the expressions of the royal guards changed, the watchman walked out of the venue lightly, leaving his back to Thales: