As soon as the watchman finished speaking, Zonevid launched his attack at the right time!
clang!
Thales received the first horizontal blow.
But Zonevid felt something was wrong.
The prince's eyes...seemed a little floating?
At this moment, Thales was thinking about something.
Thanks to Mallos' explanation, the boy understood something.
No wonder, no wonder he felt a strange sense of familiarity in Zoneved's attack.
I see.
This is...a battle in the style of the Northland.
Thales exhaled and felt a faint nostalgia for the "beating lessons" in the Palace of Heroes that he thought he would never have.
In his life that could not be called a long life, but was definitely rich in combat experience, there were only three people who taught him through words and deeds, and really had an impact on his sword fighting skills.
One woman and two men.
These include Black Sword.
In reality, Thales adjusted his steps and guarded Zonevid's next sword in the hell sense.
But his thoughts seemed to be in another time, swirling in the turbulence of the sins of the Hell River.
Black Sword, this mere mortal faced a magician, faced disaster, faced inhuman beings like Asheida and Giza, faced an almost hopeless battle, but miraculously struggled to survive, and even relied on his hands to survive.
A strange sword he picked up suddenly gave him a chance to win.
Looking back later, every decision, every choice, and every action Black Sword made in the battle, as well as the superhuman quality and amazing wisdom displayed in it, deeply shocked Thales.
But the opponents Black Sword faced were too few to be an example.
However, there was another person who influenced him the most...
Thales struggled to block Zonevid's thrust, his muscles groaning in pain as the battle became increasingly unfavorable.
Meteorite.
Thales thought silently.
right.
Seri Nicolai, this guy who has been cursed by Thales thousands of times, can be said to have opened another door for him.
Thales witnessed the bloody battle on the wasteland with his own eyes.
Fallen Starman, this man faced off against the equally skilled and dangerous Death Crow (and perhaps Tails and Yoder), and was at a disadvantage from start to finish.
He was seriously injured, on the verge of despair, disadvantaged in every situation, and nearly defeated several times.
But in the end, Exeter's former leader of the White Blade Guards still miraculously... turned defeat into victory.
Thales tactfully dodged Zonevid's powerful and heavy slash, flicked the shield in his hand, and tremblingly resisted the opponent's incoming attack.
This made Zoneved feel slightly discordant:
The prince's defense seemed to be effective this time, and he was not as embarrassed as before.
But Thales was still thinking.
Meteorite.
His victory was not based on strength.
It's about patience, calmness, perseverance, observation and analysis.
On the most unfavorable battlefield, what Nicolai did was not a desperate, crazy and desperate fight between the trapped beasts.
On the contrary, he caught every shot of Monty's crossbow with extraordinary patience and perseverance, tenaciously withstood the pressure of absolute disadvantage, calmly defended every inevitable attack of his opponent, and observed the Death Crow at the critical moment.
Unique combat and habits, analyze the enemy's most likely choice in each situation.
In the end, the Fallen Starman succeeded in defeating his opponent with one blow.
Maybe - Thales thought in a daze - maybe Nicolai got this famous nickname in the Western Continent and was one of the five strongest generals in Exeter, not just because he was lucky enough to kill Horace Can.
star.
That's right.
Meteorite.
Thales suddenly realized that the people who had the greatest influence on his fighting style were the people he hated the most - the Northlanders.
Thales instinctively raised his shield to attack, and collided with Zonewed's sword once. He suddenly felt something and subconsciously added his long sword, forcing the latter to give up the attack in surprise and defended with his sword horizontally.
No, it's more than that.
More than just witnessing that battle.
Also includes……
Thales recalled the past. In every outdoor training class, Nicolai showed off his skills without reservation, and bullied him with pride until tears came to his eyes. He could only be beaten and could not fight back.
The Star Man who was watching on the sidelines was gnashing his teeth, and Thelma couldn't bear it.
but……
But every time he faced the Fallen Star, whether it was for survival, face, or not to be beaten so badly, when he struggled to survive under the opponent's clutches...
clang!
Thales' long sword clashed with Zonevid's weapon again.
But at this moment, Thales closed his eyes.
Zonevid, who was only a few feet away from him, noticed this and couldn't help being shocked.
The sin of the prison river surged through the young man's body.
Hell's senses become more and more sensitive.
Time seemed to slow down.
At that moment, Thales slowly realized it.
The point where Zonevid and him, their swords clashed.
The finishing power of both sides surged forward, and they faced each other at that point.
One side stretches endlessly and the offensive is surging.
One side is firm and tenacious.
Thales could feel it, no matter what move he made: pressing forward, attacking, withdrawing his sword, retreating...
Zonevid's finishing power will attack without mercy, leaving no room for respite.
And he couldn't resist.
what to do?
what to do?
In that second, Thales still closed his eyes, relying on the feedback from the hell senses and the sin of the Hell River in his hands to feel everything.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
The young man understood.
He, Thales Bright Star.
He is not a strong monster, a genius with exquisite skills, or a master of unparalleled skills ("Come on, release the magic power and you can kill them all!" - the dark little Tell who punches and roars deep in his heart.
The knight hero of
He can't defeat the enemy with one blow like Yoder, can't turn corruption into magic like the Black Sword, can't change things in an instant like Nicolai, and can't control the battle situation like a punishment knight by strolling around the court with ease.
.
But he has at least one advantage - although Thales himself is reluctant to admit it - advantage:
Take the beating.
Yes.
Although it doesn't sound very good.
but……
Get beaten up enough, and you'll develop a pathetic intuition:
What kind of feeling will it bring when the fists and swords fall on you?
Which one is just severe pain but not serious, which one seems exaggerated but actually has a mediocre effect, and which one is extremely dangerous and may be fatal.
And received these beatings.
It can make him see from his enemies and himself...
More stuff.
Including...how to fight back and win.
Just like how the Fallen Star faced the Death Crow.
It sounds...somewhat familiar.
Thales smiled leisurely.
Right.
Isn't this just...
The Sin of Hell River roared crazily in his eardrums, seeming to be beating a war drum, urging Thales to continue fighting.
But Thales turned a deaf ear. At this moment, scenes from the past flashed through his mind.
In the abandoned house, as a beggar, he crawled around...
Manor Manor, a critical moment in front of vampires...
The political games in the Fuxing Palace and the Hall of Stars...
Isn't this just...
Longxiao City, a narrow escape in the Shield Zone...
Palace of Heroes, a decisive blow in front of the five princes...
Above the desert, at the bottom of the prison, he fought hard in the darkness...
Isn't this just...
The corners of Thales' mouth curved deeper and deeper.
Isn't this just...
Isn't this the time when I have faced many disasters and obstacles since I came to this world...
Is he, Thales Brightstar’s way of living?
Get beaten first and survive.
Upgrade again to find a chance to win.
Finally...showing off?
Get beaten, level up, and show off—Tiles’ three-step strategy?
Thales slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zonevid, who had a surprised expression during the almost suspended time in front of him.
He smiled inwardly.
No, no, no, be serious, this is a battle.
Put another way.
A nice way to put it.
That is……
Engage the enemy.
Observe the enemy.
Conquer the enemy.
Thales' heart was clear.
The river of sin boils, almost burning.
But in Thales' mind, the clue became clearer and clearer.
It seemed like he was getting closer and closer to a certain goal.
he knows.
This is his prison crime.
His finishing power.
His fighting style.
Or, as Ricky puts it…
It's himself.
It's Thales Brightstar himself.
Or……
Thales's mind changed.
This is just a basic quality that every strong person possesses?
Engage the enemy, detect the enemy, and control the enemy.
The next second, the sin of Hell River exploded in Thales' body!
It's exuberant, exciting, rising to a climax.
Time seemed to return to normal at that moment!
The surprise on Zonevid's face flashed away, turning into seriousness and ferocity.
Thales felt that at the point where the two swords intersected, the other's finishing power also roared!
Zoneved's offensive was revived.
But the prince just stepped forward and turned his wrist.
His long sword drew a circle in the air, twisting along with the castration of Zonevid's weapon!
The metal rubbed against each other, making an unpleasant sound.
Doyle, who was watching on the sidelines, couldn't help but let out a "huh".
"This is……"
In the flash of lightning and flint, the two swords separated, and Zonevid's long sword struck with an indomitable momentum!
And Thales turned around slightly, his long sword also flashed past and slashed forward!
On the training ground, the two figures overlapped.
boom!
There was a loud bang.
They both stopped at the same time.
The guards who were watching on the sidelines let out low exclamations.
Mallos stared at the field intently, turning a deaf ear to the urgings of the people around him.
In the field, Thales was breathing heavily, feeling the nearly exhausted Hell River of Sin rolling unwillingly.
He turned his eyes and discovered that at some point, the upper part of his shield had been shattered, with only half of it still attached to his hand.
Zoneved's practice sword had stopped on his shoulder, and the metal blade was pressed against his neck, and the touch on his skin was cold.
As for Thales' sword, it just missed Zonevid's shoulder and stopped in mid-air.
Didn't work.
Feeling the pain and numbness all over his body, Thales sighed.
He still lost.
The guards' discussion became louder and louder.
But right now.
"I lost."
In front of him, a neat knight in his thirties retracted his sword with great grace and nodded respectfully.
Thales showed doubts.
"Although I have attacked your vital point, Your Highness, it is because your practice shield has experienced many blows and cannot bear its strength."
Zonevid showed a friendly smile and pointed at the half-shield that Thales had left in his hand.
He took a step back, sighed and touched his chest. A new scratch appeared on the leather armor.
"And before that, your sword edge grazed my neck."
Thales was stunned.
Zonevid looked at Thales sincerely.
"Although the back of the sword was only lifted a little," Zornevide smiled and shook his head:
"But if it were a real sword, I would lose."
The guards broke into a commotion.
Thales looked at him blankly.
After a few seconds, the young man shook his head to get rid of his thoughts on the battle just now and reacted.
"No, you fought very well, I almost didn't have the strength to fight back."
Thales sighed.
"In the end, you still had some energy left - this proves that you are much better than me, and you should be the winner,"
Zoneved bowed and did not answer. He just put down his practice sword with a smile and turned around to leave.
That's right.
Thales sobered up.
He knew that no matter Piroga, Comuto or Zoneved, they were just training for him, not to mention the difference in power and status between them, which made them all keep their hands and show mercy.
If it were a real sword...
Thales felt the pain and swelling in his arm, and looked at the bruises on it...
He has long been transformed into a prince-branded cake maker.
In bulk.
The guards were talking a lot. Mallos turned back to discuss something with the flag officer Fubi beside him, and seemed to have no time to look back.
"He was clearly going to lose before, but why did I always feel that something was wrong..."
Off the court, Doyle turned around in confusion, but Glover interrupted him.
"Listen and anticipate."
The pioneer officer, nicknamed Zombie, crossed his arms and looked into the sky:
"Zoneved's offensive is fierce and unstoppable."
"Therefore, the kid learned the way of the logistics officer Piroga just now, using his defensive and counterattack style, and the concept of getting stronger when encountering a strong one, to face the opponent who has never been aggressive."
"And find opportunities in it."
Glover looked at Thales who was sitting down slumped:
"It's just that I wasn't strong enough in the end."
"bad luck."
Doyle looked serious.
Piloga?
"What the hell, choose materials and formulate strategies on the spot?"
Doyle looked at Thales in amazement as he digested the battle experience:
"So, our Lord Duke, his mind is quite fast?"
This time, Glover just shook his head and did not reply.
Amidst the constant discussion among the guards, Mallos finally came back to his senses.
"So, who's next?"
the watchman asked calmly.
The guards, who were still chattering excitedly, suddenly fell silent.
But upon hearing this, Thales' face darkened.
Again?
He's almost exhausted, okay?
"Lord Marius!"
Thales spoke angrily.
"I heard you speak so eloquently, you must be very skilled," His Excellency the Duke rubbed the black spots on his arms and gritted his teeth:
"Why don't you end up on your own?"
Mallos smiled slightly:
"Because I'm not good at fighting in person, Your Highness."
Not good at fighting in person?
Thales was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the figure of another watchman.
"Then why did they make you the watchman?"
Mallos’ smile is still elegant:
"My strengths lie in battlefield observation and decision-making."
Thales frowned.
"So what are you?" Thales snorted and said sarcastically:
"Magic version of Wang Yuyan?"
Mallos narrowed his eyes:
"King what?"
Thales coughed:
"I mean, even if you face a rookie like me, are you not sure?"
Mallos smiled slightly:
"I've said it before, I'm not good at fighting. If I go against His Highness, then..."
Mallos looked at the guards around him and said with a smile:
"...Let's open it fifty-fifty."
Thales rolled his eyes in anger.
But he was so tired that he needed to replenish the energy to fight back.
"So," Mallos looked at a very young member of the guard, "how are you, Nexi?"
"Have you ever had sex with His Highness?"
But at this moment, before anyone could reply, a mature female voice came slowly, accompanied by the sound of high-heeled boots.
"Hey, this is what you call a martial arts class?"
The sound is clear and audible, and quite powerful.
Mallos' eyes widened!
Hearing this voice, the guards were in an uproar again, and then they all stopped strangely and turned around silently.
Facing the visitor.
Doyle saw the appearance of the person clearly and couldn't help but let out a low "fuck", then quickly lowered his voice and hid his figure behind Glover.
Thales turned his head and was also stunned.
He looked blankly outside the field.
He looked at the mature, steady and elegant middle-aged lady walking slowly from the porch.
Compared to Gilbert and Katherine, after six years, she is still graceful and graceful, with a charming face, black hair, and picturesque eyebrows. Except for a few wrinkles, there are few traces of time.
Her high-heeled boots still hit the ground powerfully and rhythmically, no matter whether it is stone ground, lawn, tiles or gravel, it remains the same as before, never changing.
Thales looked at the lady longingly.
Looking at her, her arrogance, sassiness, freedom and freedom have hardly diminished.
I go my own way.
The members of the Star Lake Guard looked at each other, seemingly hesitant.
But after all, under the leadership of Marius, they all bowed and saluted respectfully.
But the black-haired lady didn't seem to notice it. She didn't care, she just looked around, her eyes immediately focused on Thales.
She hummed softly:
"Look, what kind of bullshit are you teaching?"
The royal guards remained awkwardly and eerily silent, and no one dared to answer.
"Madam, you may not understand," finally, the leader, Mallos, coughed lowly:
"We are investigating the information about the power of termination in His Highness, in order to better help him..."
"Have you finished the investigation?"
The black-haired lady interrupted rudely and said in an impatient tone:
"How much longer are you going to beat him?"
Mallos choked immediately.
The flag officer behind him, Fubi, quickly came out to smooth things over:
"Actually, we have some clues, but we still need..."
But the lady interrupted him again.
"Oh, so you are serious," she walked to the edge of the venue and looked around at everyone, the contempt in her eyes fleeting:
"Not playing house?"
The guards looked at each other again.
Mallos was silent for a few seconds:
"Miss……"
But the middle-aged lady snorted coldly and interrupted him for the third time.
"you."
The black-haired lady turned her head coldly and looked at Grover who was pointing at her inexplicably.
"No, it's not you, I'm talking about the one behind you."
"You unfaithful boy from the Doyle family, don't think I can't see you if you hide behind the big man."
Doyle walked out from behind Glover with a sad face and forced a smile:
"Miss……"
But the dark-haired woman named Chaoyue gave the order with a decisive and powerful voice, without any sloppiness:
"You, go up and spar with the prince."
"According to what your leader said: Investigate his power of termination."
Thales, who had been immersed in memories, was slightly stunned.
And Doyle's expression changed even more.
"Why, you don't want to?"
Doyle's eyebrows jumped again.
The woman said coldly:
"So, sparring with Prince Thales...will you insult your family?"
Doyle trembled when he heard this.
He no longer dared to reply, with a look of death on his face, he walked onto the training field in a daze like a puppet on strings, about to grab the practice sword, just hoping that the bad luck would end soon.
But his good wishes still came true.
"etc."
The lady's words sounded leisurely, causing D.D to hang halfway in the air, not daring to move.
"Use your own sword."
As soon as this statement came out, the royal guards were in an uproar!
Mallos's expression was gloomy and uncertain, and it seemed that he could no longer maintain his original composure.
Doyle turned around in shock, ignoring the fear in his heart:
"Use, use... a real sword?"
The lady hummed a rising tone from her nose:
"What if?"
Doyle froze in place.
"Quick, draw your sword, go up and fight him to death."
The lady glanced at the guards coldly:
"Otherwise, you're just investigating the damn ending power."
Thales was shocked when he heard this, but felt warm in his heart.
really……
Six years...
She is still...
Behind Mallos, the flag officer Hugo Fubi had a gloomy face and asked Piroga who was rushing in from behind:
"How did she get in?"
Piroga grimaced and spread his hands helplessly: "Sir, you know, she belongs to His Majesty..."
"In short, no one in the entire Mindis Hall, not even our siblings, dared to stop her."
Fubi was instantly angry.
Thales took a deep breath, looked at Doyle, who was too embarrassed to speak out, and took a step forward:
"Ma'am, I..."
But the moment he opened his mouth, Ms. Jenny Bakvi, the first-class court lady of Fuxing Palace, his father's lover, and his initiate in Northland military swordsmanship, interrupted him impatiently:
"Shut up, kid."
Taylor suddenly choked.
"How many times have I said this in my letter? After you come back, I will test your real sword training."
Jinni walked up to him and saw that Thales was almost as tall as her. Her lips trembled slightly and her eyes moved.
But the female officer quickly turned her head and eliminated the tremor in her eyes in the bud.
"And what are you doing now?"
Jinni looked away and said sternly:
"Toy sword? Playing house?"
"Are you still seven?"
Jinni glanced at the more than twenty royal guards and said sternly:
"Are you seven too?"
Marius, the leader, was silent and did not answer.
"What are you doing standing still?"
Jinni breathed out.
Seemingly angry enough, she turned to Doyle, who was trying to treat himself as a stone pillar standing in the field:
"Go up, d.d., and fight him with swords and swords until you can cut out his finishing power?"
Doyle raised his head tremblingly:
"I, I, madam, this sword was passed down to me by my grandmother. I can't use it easily..."
Jinni exposed him mercilessly:
"Bullshit, how many times did I catch old Doyle on Red Square Street when I was young?"
"Your grandma passed away a long time ago, and it was your grandpa who paid the bail every time!"
Doyle trembled when he heard this, lowered his head and dared not speak again.
Jinni snorted coldly, her high-heeled boots clicked loudly, and she walked past the guard members one by one.
"Then you?"
"You? Or you?"
"Use a real sword, go up and practice with him?"
No one answered, no one even dared to raise his head.
Jinni snorted coldly and turned to the leader.
"How about you, Marius?"
The female officer said contemptuously:
"Aren't you a loyal servant of His Majesty? The kind who kills whoever he asks you to kill?"
Mallos was silent for a few seconds.
Finally, the watchman took a deep breath.
"No need, madam, our duties have been completed. We already understand His Highness's finishing power."
Thales was shocked when he heard this.
understood?
What? The sin of the Hell River? The kind of finishing power that Black Sword said was best not to be revealed to others?
So...understand?
"The martial arts class is over."
Mallos forced out a stiff smile:
"Madam, you can continue to teach etiquette lessons to His Highness."
"My fellow guards and I will take our leave now."
But Jinni had no intention of giving in:
"Oh? Really? You understand now?"
The female officer tutted:
"The power of the end can be known without cutting with real swords or fighting with real swords and guns?"
Jinni pointed at Thales with a cold look in her eyes: "What if you are mistaken."
"Are you going to beat him again?"
Thales was shocked.
Mallos coughed, as if he was used to Jinni's making things difficult for him.
"Indeed," Shou Wangsheng said firmly in front of everyone:
"His Highness's finishing power is very strange. It has no obvious characteristic style and has limited improvement in various physical qualities."
Jinni narrowed her eyes.
Mallos raised his gaze and looked directly at Thales:
"But he survived."
Thales took a breath and also showed curious eyes.
"Three battles."
Just listen to the watchman saying calmly:
"Before he was injured, Piloga was an elite member of the Guard Wing. His unique counterattack skills even severely damaged masters who had gone through the extreme realm."
"Although he is a guard wing, Ji'an is a security officer. The close-quarters skills he learned on the streets are practical and effective. He is good at knocking down enemies in unexpected ways."
"Zoneved has only recently been transferred from a punishment officer to a vanguard officer. One of the reasons is that his shooting style is too sharp."
The three people mentioned moved.
"But His Highness survived," Mallos said methodically:
"Losing is not too ugly."
The watchman became serious, his eyes were like lightning, which made Thales feel uncomfortable.
"Your Highness, there is a very similar example of your power of termination in history."
Thales was slightly surprised.
Historical examples?
He immediately remembered the example that Ricky told him when he was still at the Blade Tooth Camp.
What Ricky said...
The ancestors who were guilty of the crime of prison and river, also shouldered the so-called "mission of their time".
But what Mallos said next was beyond his expectation.
"Two hundred years ago, an extraordinary prodigy in fighting and martial arts emerged from the Bright Star royal family."
Bright Star Royal Family?
Thales looked up in shock.
Wha...what?
Among those weird names Ricky mentioned, was there a shining star?
I saw Mallos clearing his throat and speaking in front of everyone who was listening carefully:
"The royal prodigy awakened the rare power of termination. That power allowed him to struggle to survive in countless desperate situations and narrowly escaped death."
"Just like the strength of Prince Thales today, let him sustain himself in dangerous situations."
Thales blinked.
ha?
Mallos nodded:
"In the end, that prodigy became a legend of an era, with a great reputation that has been passed down to this day."
Jinnie frowned.
"And that's..."
Mallos took a deep breath and looked at Thales:
"Yes, he is a free and uninhibited romantic prince, a legend of the century who fought all over the Western Continent without encountering an opponent."
"Keira Brightstar."
The watchman's eyes radiated:
"Personal name - 'Wolf Enemy'."
Everyone was in an uproar!
Thales was completely stunned.
The legendary prince…
Keira Brightstar?
Wolf enemy?
Marius raised his head, solemnly and seriously:
"And the legendary ending power that Prince Keira relies on to become famous, shocking the world, is called..."
The watchman said softly:
"The angry sea is storming."
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
At that moment, the entire training ground was boiling!
The royal guards whispered to each other anxiously, many of them excited and surprised, and many of them kept looking at Thales.
Jinni also thought deeply.
But the protagonist of the topic stayed where he was.
angry……
Thales stammered in his heart:
What wave are you angry about?
"I heard that the instructor arranged by the Northlanders for the prince was the murderer of Prince Horace - the Yankees deliberately used this to humiliate us."
Doyle, who sneaked back to Glover, poked his colleague in surprise:
"Now it seems that the murderer really took the teaching seriously?"
Amid the chaos and noise of the crowd, Marius took the opportunity to conclude:
"Sorry, Ms. Jinnie, that's it for today."
"As for you, Your Highness, I will look up the information about the 'Wolf Enemy' when he was alive," Mallos narrowed his eyes:
"In the future, your training will be more targeted."
Without waiting for a response, the watchman turned to the entire guard:
"Disband and go back to your posts."
Mallos rolled his eyes:
"Unless... someone wants to catch up with the visiting Ms. Jinni?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Star Lake Guards dispersed.
No one seemed to want to stay any longer.
Mallos turned his head and nodded slightly towards Jinni and Thales.
The palace lady snorted coldly, turned around and stepped forward:
"What are you doing standing there, kid?"
"You still have to go to class!"
Thales was startled, and then he came back to his senses from the shock and confusion just now.
He turned his head, not caring about his appearance, and trotted all the way, hurriedly catching up with Jinnie's high-heeled boots.
While the boy was trotting, he was murmuring in his heart:
What are you doing?
In these six years...
In addition to being beaten hard all day long, sweating and blood, fighting against Nikolai with tears and gritted teeth, trying to survive in his terrifying and huge shadow...
What else did he do to make his finishing power look like that...
Angry sea and roaring waves?
The training ground quickly became empty. Mallos stared at Jinni and Thales who were walking away, his expression gloomy.
"And you, Piroga, pass on the message."
Mallos called to Piloga, who was walking at the end.
"This time, we have just been established, and our responsibilities are unfamiliar."
"But next time, even if His Majesty himself comes."
Mallos emphasized the word "himself", which made Piroga subconsciously nervous.
The watchman slowly turned his head, his eyes flashing with an unusually solemn color:
"The guards under me are not allowed to be released without any hindrance and without any communication."
"do you understand?"
Piloga shivered all over.
He suddenly had the illusion that the usually indifferent and relaxed Commander Tormund Mallos did not exist at this moment.
Piloga quickly nodded respectfully, turned and left.
Mallos looked at his back with complicated eyes and unpredictable thoughts.
After a moment, the watchman turned to the only person left beside him.
"Hugo?"
The flag-bearer of the Duke's bodyguard, Hugo Fubi, walked up in a low-key and obedient manner.
"Did you record today's training, including the prince's finishing power?" Mallos asked calmly.
"Of course," Fubi Flag Officer took out a notebook, his eyes suddenly became shrewd:
"The angry sea is storming."
"And the details of Prince Thales' response..."
But Mallos interrupted him.
"variant."
Fubi raised his head with a puzzled expression.
"Put one on your record."
Mallos said softly, his expression and tone slowly returned to the cold state before:
"Prince Thales's power of termination is a rare 'variant' of the Raging Sea."
Fubi blinked and frowned.
"As for the specific direction and characteristics of the variant..."
Mallos exhaled, his face as calm as water:
"Unknown."
Fubi was stunned for two seconds.
"Variant, unknown...Sir, are you sure?"
He looked at his notebook and said doubtfully:
"This is for Deputy Captain Talen to see, and he will report it to His Majesty and...if there is any unclear or inaccurate description..."
Mallos suddenly turned around.
"Yes, I'm sure."
He interrupted Fubi's flag officer categorically, his eyes burning and aggressive: