"Your Majesty the Duke, are you sure you don't need to rest...I mean you might be able to add a new shield..."
Piloga said hesitantly.
In front of him, stood Thales who had just stood up in a panic, covered in dust, face covered with gravel, and with a lot of damage and dirt on his clothes.
"No, but thank you, Logistics Officer Piloga."
Thales took a deep breath, turned his wrist, and felt the balance center of the sword.
"Your attitude is much better than that of Exeter's coaches. Of course, it is also much better than that of some Star People."
Piroga forced a smile.
Around the training ground, the royal guards who had gathered again were a little more impatient than before, but Mallos' silence made them all quiet without any objections.
The pressure is back on the court.
Thales clenched his left fist.
Abandoning the shield made his left arm feel a lot easier, but the numbness and pain from the previous heavy blow were so real and unforgettable.
That round just now...
what happened?
Thales's face darkened.
He remembered that his offense was as fast as thunder, and he was not weak in terms of strength or speed.
However……
Thales stepped forward and moved around Piloga.
The sins of the Hell River roared in his body again, one after another, joining together, eager for a second attack.
But this time...
Suffering setbacks, they gave Thales an increasingly intense illusion...
Like a mad beast, no matter how badly injured it is, it wants to tear out the enemy's throat.
But Thales suppressed them firmly.
Like an animal tamer tightening his chain.
As he moved, Piloga also changed steps and turned around in an orderly manner, always facing the enemy.
Thales was in no hurry to attack.
He is thinking.
Just now, his sword encountered the opponent's sword.
The two swords crossed in the air.
But Piroga failed to guard against him.
If you move forward a little further, Thales will be able to hit his opponent.
Then.
Thales thought carefully.
Then, in that flash of lightning, victory or defeat was decided.
Piroga's sword began to rotate.
It is full of the other party's condensed, tough and thick... power of ending.
And then……
Thales looked tense.
He slowed down and recalled the scene just now in the sin of Hell River that was burning more and more hotly.
Twisted sword.
He and Piloga, in that second, their swords were twisted together.
Twisting each other in the air.
He remembered that in the second when the two sides approached, Piloga's wrist drew a strange arc, which was smooth and long.
Thales' sword went off course.
And Piroga's sword...
Thales gritted his teeth.
After that, the boy whose momentum was too fast to recover could only abandon his sword in embarrassment, block, and then...
His left arm began to hurt slightly where he had just been hit.
Thales no longer remembers.
This time, he didn't pace again.
In the eyes of the royal guards, the prince stepped forward!
As the sin of the prison river surged up his right arm, he stabbed out the sword again!
clang!
Amidst the crisp sound of metal, Piloga calmly blocked Thales' sword!
Then……
Thales' eyes trembled!
He saw—and even felt in his hand—Piroga's sword began to move again.
Also coming together is the opponent's finishing power.
The young man did not hesitate.
Thales paused in his steps, then withdrew the weak strength on his sword at the right time, and quickly retreated!
clang!
Another crisp sound.
With the flexibility after abandoning his shield, he was able to fend off Piroga's counterattack and took two steps back in a slightly embarrassed manner.
Thales gasped violently and looked at Piloga, who was still unharmed, in disbelief.
The sin of Hell River, which he failed to attack, roared unwillingly in his body.
At the end of this round, the royal guards began to discuss again.
"Oh, another futile blow," Doyle said with a depressed and unbearable expression:
"If you ask me, if Marius doesn't like him, it's too much. In front of so many people..."
But Glover interrupted:
"No, that's not it."
Doyle was confused:
"Not what?"
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd, making the guards quiet again.
"For six hundred years, unique fighting skills have been spread in the East China Sea and the South Coast, which are inherited from the southern knights and church knights in the imperial era."
The voice is calm and indifferent.
They couldn't be more familiar.
Thales calmed his breathing and turned his head in surprise.
He saw the culprit who put him in such a predicament, Watcher Tormund Mallos, standing leisurely with his arms folded:
"Many families still use the inheritance habit of 'knight-squire' to train new members, with a strong local or even personal color."
"Compared with the martial arts in other parts of the country, this school is more classical and elegant, with its own sword style and sophisticated techniques."
Piloga pursed his lips and turned to the officer as well.
Mallos said casually:
"So in the kingdom, these people, represented by the southeastern knights, are also called - the 'martial arts faction'."
Martial arts school?
Doubts filled Thales' mind.
Mallos paused and sighed slowly.
Of course, for many reasons, the once famous martial arts school...
It has gradually declined and is not as good as before.
Maybe it will eventually disappear and become invisible.
Just like countless schools of thought passing by in the long history.
Mallos raised his head.
"What, why are you in a daze?"
Mallos reminded the two of them nonchalantly, as if he was just talking in his sleep:
"Keep fighting."
Thales took a deep breath, thinking about Mallos' words, and looked at his opponent again.
Logistics officer Piloga stood with his sword in hand and smiled bitterly at him.
Thales no longer thought about it.
The next second, he moved left and then right, took a feint step, and struck out with his sword again!
clang!
This time, Piloga also moved his steps, changed his distance, and blocked Thales' attack.
Hit.
Thales's face darkened.
But it's still not solid.
The steaming sin of the Hell River flowed back and forth in his body, roaring wildly in vain.
Like an orc facing a cavalry.
Useless space.
Thales, who was at a disadvantage offensively, withstood his opponent and persisted.
But Mallos' words reached his ears at this time, making him distracted:
"Piloga's ancestors came from a respected traditional knight family in the East China Sea Territory. They were deeply influenced by the martial arts school."
In an instant, the wrestling with Piloga ended: the strength of the opponent's sword changed!
Thales was shocked.
clang!
Piroga's sword clashed with Thales' weapon for the second time!
The two swords were separated as soon as they touched, leaving only the trembling of metal.
"You can see that he has good skills in selecting and moving the sword before drawing it, including how to choose the strength and weakness of the sword when fighting with each other."
Mallos's voice buzzed, like the voiceover from a live TV broadcast in a dream of his past life.
"It makes you very uncomfortable."
Position selection and movement...
Choose a strong or weak sword...
Thales shuddered slightly, but the situation in front of him made him think too much, so he could only take advantage of the situation and make a horizontal slash.
clang!
Their weapons clashed for the third time.
Mallos’ voice follows him like a shadow:
"And when fighting and stalemate, Piloga is best at listening and predicting..."
Fight, stalemate.
Listen to Jin and...prejudgment.
After hearing this, Tails suddenly felt bad!
Sure enough, in just the next second, Piroga's sword appeared exactly where he had no time to care!
"...He is a master of defensive counterattacks."
At that moment, Thales, whose hair stood on end, desperately tried to fight against all the sins of the Hell River in his body!
clang!
He managed to deflect Piroga's sword that was pointed at his neck, landed on his right shoulder, and rolled out in a state of embarrassment.
Outside the court, Mallos smiled slightly:
"like this."
After this round of fighting, the royal guards began to discuss again.
Thales wiped the sweat that had appeared unconsciously on his forehead and felt the numbness in his body caused by overload.
He stood up with difficulty, covered in dust.
But this time, he did not rush towards the apologetic Piloga, but turned to Mallos on the sidelines in confusion.
"If you think that the Yankees' method of attacking hard will be effective against him," Mallos looked at Thales with vigour:
"Then you'd better think twice."
"Your Highness."
Thales gasped and fell into thinking.
"Sir, we all know that you have traveled extensively and seen a lot," Leo Piloga waved his sword and said helplessly, "But that's enough."
"I still rely on this to make a living."
Mallos smiled but said nothing more.
But Thales understood something.
Choose your position, listen to your emotions, and anticipate.
It sounds like...
Thales' heart moved.
A name appeared before my eyes.
Miranda Allender.
What Wyatt said, her power of ending...
Her... Pegasus movement.
Looking at the somewhat embarrassed opponent in front of him, Thales understood.
He was at an absolute disadvantage in the first round, because Piloga was too strong.
But...
Thales clenched his fists.
But he didn't choose the right strategy.
Falling into Piroga's area of expertise.
Defensive counterattack.
"Think of a way, Your Highness," Mallos scratched his chin, looking bored:
"Any way."
"The enemy is right in front of you."
All right.
Thales soothed his numb body and adjusted his condition.
He looked at Piroga again.
Thales' expression became serious.
The prince's attack came the next moment.
clang!
Piroga knocked away Thales' sword slash again, but when he was about to counterattack, he was a little confused.
This time, Duke Xinghu’s strength...
Very small.
Whoosh!
The sword wind blew by, and Thales took a step back to avoid the opponent's counterattack.
The two separated again.
Leo Piloga.
Thales thought calmly.
My ancestor was a knight from the East China Sea Territory, a martial arts school, defensive and counterattack.
His brain began to spin, thinking about the opponent's advantages and his own strategy.
Piroga listens and predicts the situation in an instant through contact with the opponent.
This is not only beneficial to defense, but also to finding the most suitable time to take action.
The harder the opponent attacks, the greater the force and the more exposed...
His counterattack became sharper.
so……
The sword I used all my strength to attack before was all helpful...
The opponent's counterattack.
Thales was unwilling for a while.
etc.
Listen to Jin, predict?
Nicolai's face suddenly flashed in his mind.
Flashing past the sudden change in trajectory and strength of the blade in the hand of the Fallen Starman.
Thales understood.
If faced with a dead face, Piroga would have no chance at all.
Because it was impossible for him to predict the three-changing skill of the Fallen Star just through the contact of the weapon.
so.
Thales squeezed the hilt of his sword.
A twist of fate, right?
As his mind moved, the sins of the Hell River surged up like life, trying to turn into the silver power like thousands of small needles like it had done countless times in the past.
Allowing the owner to make incredible changes in an instant.
Thales took a deep breath.
At most, I can find an excuse later and tell them that I inherited the death of Dead Face...
but.
[The crime of the prison river... there are so many ways... but you chose the stupidest, least efficient, most troublesome, and most boring one...]
[This is your ending power, and this is who you are now: being forced forward, being dragged forward, without goals, without direction, swaying left and right, drifting with the flow, or even...]
【No self.】
Thales was in a daze for a while.
He raised his head and looked at Piloga, who was smiling shyly on the opposite side, waiting for the prince to make his move.
[More importantly, when you rely on imitation but ignore these, it is equivalent to the power of termination that you have condensed with your life for others, for every one of your imitation objects, for every one of your rivals, and even for you.
I lack the most basic things...]
【respect.】
Ricky.
That damn devil.
Thales frowned fiercely.
The next moment, the sins of the prison river subsided like a tide, leaving only a bit of waning energy, as if there was still a bit of nostalgia.
Like a lover who comes in joy and returns disappointed.
No.
This is not a martial arts class.
This is not a simple examination of the power of the end.
But something more thorough and pure...
fighting.
Feeling the eyes of others, Thales bit his lips and closed his eyes.
No.
If he still had to rely on Nikolai's power to survive...
If he can't even pass this hurdle...
[Remember, the important thing is how you are, not how strong your opponent is.]
[It’s about the gain geometry, not how much you imitate.]
No.
If he really wants to get through this, he really wants to get rid of this suspicious situation.
Thales lowered his head and sighed slowly in his heart.
Damn it, Ricky.
Fuck you.
In the distance, Mallos, who had been observing Thales, had his pupils moving slightly.
After a few seconds, Thales raised his head.
But, yeah.
If you don’t dare to try it now…
How long will he have to wait?
The next time your life is in danger?
At that moment, Thales put all unnecessary worries behind him: hiding his strength, concealing the crime of the Prison River, the Renaissance Palace, the eyes of the royal guards...
At least, now, he has to try to be a pure warrior.
peace in the heart.
[The ever-changing advantage of Hell River Sin does not mean that you can become all opponents with fake ones. 】
[But so that you can calmly and fearlessly...]
【Facing all opponents.】
The Sin of Hell River burned again, but it was much tamer than last time.
I don’t know if it’s because of excessive consumption or too many failures.
It was as if the crazy beast turned into a calm hound, secretly licking its wounds in the corner, only glancing at the cold light from time to time.
Facing the enemy outside the cage, he showed his malicious teeth.
【This is the real thing...】
【The power of omnipotence.】
Thales opened his eyes gently.
The sins of the Hell River did not flow through his body as before, but instead focused on his eyes and ears, filling his senses.
At that moment, the young man entered a state that was familiar to him:
Hell's senses.
Thales's eyes began to wander, as if he had lost focus.
But only he knows.
At that moment, the world in front of me became more colorful.
He could see that the power of termination in Piroga's body was thick and solid, slowly moving around his arms and center of gravity.
Thales suddenly discovered that he had used his hell sense countless times and in many ways...
They are all a bit... tasteless.
Either imitate the power, or explore the road with night vision, or eavesdrop through the wall, or... see ghosts in the daytime.
But.
The real time to use your hellish senses...
Outside the court, Mallos, who was watching the game, had a condensed expression.
As time seemed to slow down, Thales breathed in slowly.
He suddenly attacks!
At that moment, it was as if someone was beating the war drum, and the still picture moved with the sound of the explosion!
The river of sin surges again.
The sword wind rustled and split the air.
clang!
Thales held the sword in both hands and slashed hard, hitting Piroga's long sword in front of him!
The experienced Piloga did not change his color due to the sudden force of the sword.
I saw him taking the challenge calmly and calmly, using his footsteps and movements to perfectly block the blow.
Then……
Pass!
Thales's heart beat heavily!
In the hell sense, the color of Piloga's figure changes back and forth.
Converge into a clear line.
A trembling feeling exploded from Thales' neck and spread throughout his body.
【The meaning of imitation lies in understanding.】
【Understand your opponent.】
In a few tenths of a second, the sins of the Prison River poured out layer by layer in an orderly manner!
arm.
Right leg.
Thales, whose eyes were as blurry as if they were out of focus, raised his sword smoothly and retreated!
clang!
At that moment, he could not withstand Piroga's blow.
The royal guards who were watching the battle were muttering in an uproar.
"Strange," Doyle said very puzzled, "His movements... seem to be fast, but also slow?"
"No, it's not an action..." Grover said coldly.
Doyle was a little dissatisfied:
"Why do you like to refute me so much today..."
In the crowd, Mallos remained silent.
Thales took two steps away and saw that the color on Piroga's body returned to normal.
The sins of the prison river come back like an ebbing tide.
The hilt of the sword in his hand was still trembling slightly.
The effects of the hellish senses are still miraculous.
They simultaneously fed him new information.
Thales took a deep breath, yes.
He truly felt the heavy power of termination in the other party's body, as well as its direction, shape, and habits.
Seems quiet and harmless.
But once stimulated... it would immediately infuse Piloga's hands and automatically rush to the enemy's weakest point.
A fatal blow.
It's really awesome.
At that moment, the Sin of Hell River exploded loudly in Thales' body.
It looks like dissatisfaction, but also like a sneer.
They began to amplify Thales' body again to support the consumption of hell's senses.
Thales ignored it, but he understood something in his heart.
Piloga's power, that's... the melting of glaciers?
No, not just.
It does seem a bit like...like what Huaiya said, the Pegasus movement?
Or something in between.
There are even some shadows of thousands of Chaos armies.
Thales began to realize what more than one person had told him:
In different people, even the same ending power will have different characteristics.
that is because……
Because the power of the end is the warrior himself.
The battle was not over yet. Reading Ricky's words, Thales raised his sword again.
A swordsman who prefers defensive counterattacks has the ability to finish by being good at predicting the situation.
Then what?
Observe, Thales, observe.
Think again.
clang!
Another round, another fight.
Thales made a light side cut, and Piroga turned his sword and stabbed the prince's backhand side.
The young man dodged deftly.
But this time, Thales felt it.
Some hazy, but crucial clues.
Skill.
In the hell sense, Thales, with confused eyes, was thinking expressionlessly.
It's a skill.
Piloga.
His opponent was too passive, too dependent on defense, and too dependent on these counterattack skills.
He is too dependent on and too concerned about...the enemy's actions.
Thales's eyes were confused, but his heart was clear. He asked himself: Is it like his old self, who only saw the enemy's moves and how to imitate the enemy's advantages?
so.
Thales closed his eyes gently.
The sense of hell slowly fades away.
When Thales opened his eyes again, his eyes were already clear.
The finishing power is the warrior himself.
He vaguely understood what Mallos had said:
But the battle itself...
...But it is far more than the power of ending.
In a daze, Thales swung his sword and struck the opponent's waist.
Piroga made an exquisite stroke, and the two swords touched and separated again.
He once again launched a brilliant counterattack, aiming right at Thales' face that he had no time to take care of.
But Thales was well prepared and had room for attack.
As a result, the sins of the Hell River flowed into Thales's waist in a familiar manner, supporting him to lean back tactically and sideways to dodge the sword.
Piloga frowned:
After two or three rounds, he suddenly discovered that the prince's attacks were mostly probing, while his own counterattacks were no longer that effective.
The moment he dodged, Thales' heart became clear.
It was as if the fog had lifted and the hazy vision became clear.
So, Piloga.
He gave up the initiative in the battle and gave up control.
In exchange for the enemy's opportunity to reveal weaknesses.
And in a life-and-death battle, giving up control means...
Thales returned to his original position, holding the sword in both hands and lowering his weight.
The sins of Hell River excitedly climbed up his arms and waist.
Start roaring fiercely!
Like a lone wolf climbing to the top, howling at the infinite Cangshan Mountain and the cold moon.
The next second, Thales no longer held back and sprinted out!
clang!
The two swords clashed again!
Piroga's eyes narrowed.
This time, he finally faced the prince's unreserved attack.
This is...a chance for a decisive victory.
End this embarrassing and inexplicable battle for him.
Piloga's finishing power solidified, and his wrists and arms moved at the same time!
The two swords were entangled together, making a metallic groan.
Twisted sword.
Piloga calmly turned the edge of his sword, and in a few tenths of a second, judged the strength of his opponent.
Then……
Feeling the direction of the opponent's strength, Piroga's finishing power is about to explode as soon as he hears the command!
Just like countless enemies when I was young.
Block.
judge.
Final blow.
Piroga thought calmly.
He kept moving his hands, and the sword blade went straight out smoothly, attacking the part of the prince that was most defenseless at the moment because of the overwhelming attack.
Boom.
There was a muffled sound.
At this moment, Thales only felt a pain in his leg!
At that moment, he could no longer hold on and his left leg went weak.
Boom!
There was another muffled sound, much louder than before.
Finally, Thales landed on his left knee and knelt down in pain.
He panted violently, enduring the pain and numbness.
This round is over.
It was quiet on the training ground.
Looking at the prince kneeling in front of him, Piroga raised the corner of his mouth.
As expected.
His sword struck the prince on the left leg.
At that moment, the logistics officer thought with ease:
By the way, you can't go too far, you have to leave some room, so that the prince's loss is not too ugly, and the commander feels that he is not perfunctory...
Because he offended too many people when he was young, his career became extremely difficult after he was injured.
It just so happens that the boy in the family has reached the age of marriage again.
But he had no choice.
At almost fifty years old, he had to smile, be humble, and bow his head to these noble boys who were in their twenties, or even in their teens, but whose status was countless times higher than his own.
for……
Um?
Piloga's expression changed.
He felt something.
how……
The logistics officer took a deep breath.
He lowered his head slowly.
Seeing clearly in front of him, Piloga's pupils suddenly trembled!
I don’t know when, Thales’ sword has moved from bottom to top.
Hold it firmly...
Piloga's chest.
The hilt of the sword was in the hand of Thales, who was kneeling on one knee.
It's just...not working hard.
Piroga was stunned.
The victory has been decided.
"Wow……"
At this moment, like a wave crashing onto the shore, the Royal Guards' uproar and exclamations suddenly sounded, invading this world!
"I got a..."
Doyle looked at this scene in surprise and wanted to say something, but he didn't know why, so he could only open and close his mouth back and forth.
Glover's brows slowly relaxed.
In the field, Thales was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, still breathing heavily and his arms trembling.
Among the many pairs of eyes, Mallos's eyes were the sharpest and most complex.
He stared at Thales' sword motionless.
It's as if the deepest secrets are hidden there.
Thales trembled.
No one knew that at this moment, he was trying his best to suppress the inexplicably excited and violent sin of Hell River in his body.
Suppressing the thought of continuing to thrust the sword.
Piloga calmed down and regained his expression of disbelief.
He looked at the trembling prince beneath him with a complicated expression.
This is……
Deliberately attacking, but predicting my... counterattack?
Then sacrifice the left leg...
In exchange for...
Piroga looked at the sword between his chest and abdomen with a gloomy expression.
After a few seconds, the logistics officer sighed.
"You win, Your Excellency the Duke."
"You are full of opportunities and dealt with it well," Piroga showed a bitter smile, threw down the practice sword, and admitted defeat:
"I'm no opponent."
The discussion among the royal guards became even louder.
"Let's go ahead and confront that kid," Doyle whispered to the people around him in a puzzled voice:
"One moment I beat him casually, and the next moment I was beaten by him casually. Even the knight dare not write like that..."
"Shut up," Glover seemed to finally be able to bear it no longer, and he said coldly:
"Do you think fighting is about arithmetic and comparing sizes? Just knowing addition and subtraction is enough?"
Doyle choked and cast a resentful look at Glover.
There are many more conversations like this.
But Mallos just looked at the two people in the field without saying a word.
Thales took a few more breaths and finally stabilized his body.
He staggered back his sword and stood up.
Piloga bowed angrily, turned around and prepared to leave.
But Thales stopped him.
"No, Logistics Officer Leo Piloga," the prince looked slightly embarrassed, with a smile on his sweaty face:
"I know, you let me."
Thales also dropped his sword and stretched out his right hand gently.
"You taught me a lot."
"Thanks."
Piloga was stunned for a second, and then smiled cautiously.
He hesitated for a while, but finally shook the prince's hand gently, and it was just a touch.
Thales nodded:
"I am honored to have you in my guard."
The logistics officer's face was expressionless, but he took two steps back, put his hand on his left chest, and bowed.
But it's better than the first one to bow...
Much respect.
"I knew I was letting it go," Doyle said with admiration on the sidelines:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you old veteran."
"That flatterer... is so sensible."
Glover glanced at him and said nothing.
The guards were still talking among themselves, but the way they looked at the prince gradually changed.
Thales picked up the water bag and began to drink water to replenish it. However, while drinking water, he raised his head and looked at Mallos.
Give him an unkind look.
Mallos also looked back at him lightly, with unclear emotions in his eyes.
"Piroga?"
Mallos did not turn his head, with a questioning tone in his tone.
"Excuse me, sir," Piroga's tone was a little tired and helpless:
"I am old, and the Duke..."
The logistics officer glanced at Thales with complicated eyes:
"very nice."
Mallos was silent for a few seconds.
But his expression is no longer as calm and indifferent as before.
"okay."
A few seconds later, Mallos' slightly gloomy voice sounded, silencing the royal guards' increasingly loud discussions.
The watchman stepped forward, looking at the embarrassed prince who seemed to be a messy oil painting made of sweat, dust, and wounds, and was cleaning up his own mess:
"Are you ready to face the next opponent?"
What.
Thales stopped drinking water.
Duke Xinghu put down his water bag and asked in surprise:
"Again?"
"Isn't one game enough?"
The two dozen royal guards around looked at each other.
Mallos smiled slightly.
"We have not completed our assessment."
"Besides, it's still early, the martial arts class is just... you just fought, did you have two minutes?"
Thales was speechless.
Just...how many minutes ago?
Mallos smiled even brighter, but in Thales's eyes, he was extremely hateful:
"Of course, we can understand that it may be difficult for you. After all, everyone's tolerance is different..."
"So, you can choose to give up, Your Highness."
Mallos's voice deepened, and his eyes shone with an unknown light:
"As your humble servant, I dare not, let alone have the right to stop you from giving up - that is your right."
Mallos shrugged:
"Then, we all know you well..."
"Two Minute Prince?"
Thales was stunned again.
Varied……
What kind of prince?
Marius smiled but did not answer.
After a few seconds, Thales took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.
"If you want to offend me, Tormund Mallos," Duke Star Lake said with a touch of sullenness:
"you did it."
But.
"I am honored, Your Highness," Mallos said without any concern, "It means I have fulfilled my duty."
"So you've decided to take a break?"
"I believe everyone, including His Majesty, will understand."
He glanced at the surrounding royal guards with a sarcastic look:
"After all, you have experienced the excitement, hardships, survival in adversity, and turning defeat into victory in the martial arts class for a full two minutes..."
"A world-class epic duel."
At that moment, Thales, who stared at Mallos with unkind eyes, twitched slightly.
Two minutes...
Two minutes of what... what duel?
Thales' expression was stiff.
Mallos smiled as usual.
At that moment, the training ground was completely silent.
The royal guards were completely silent.
Everyone looked at Thales and Mallos with fear.
I didn't even dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
A few seconds later.
"bring it on."
Thales suppressed his displeasure and closed his eyes.
Mallos raised his eyebrows.
Thales opened his eyes suddenly and said in a bad tone:
"Why are you dazed? Come on!"
He urged through gritted teeth.
is not it……
Isn’t that just getting beaten?
I've long been used to it!
Thales roared with tears in his heart.
Mallos smiled happily again.
He didn't turn around, but called out a name.
"Ji'an."
"Yes, it's you, Gian Conmuto."
The royal guards dispersed one after another, making way for a short and stocky-looking man among the crowd.
The man was stunned and blinked inexplicably, obviously unprepared.
The colleagues around him looked at him sympathetically.
It was as if Commuto had just won the lottery to clean toilets.
"Listen, Ji'an, you might as well act boldly and fiercely."
The watchman's words continued.
Thales was startled.
Bold and fierce?
What does this mean?
Conmuto, who was assigned, also looked confused.
Mallos looked at Thales again and became serious.
"It's different from Piroga's temptation."
"This time, we are going to detect the interesting..."
A hint of chill suddenly flashed through his eyes: