"Lord Mallos, you mentioned that Prince Thales's final power is the Raging Sea?"
As the chief flag officer and deputy captain of the guard, Vogel no longer bothered about the prince's sexual orientation. He changed to the next report and used his peripheral vision to shock the flag officer Weah who was hurriedly wiping away the stains.
But as the target of interrogation, Mallos felt that the depression in the room was even worse.
"yes."
The watchman stood in his own dead and desolate world, expressionlessly feeling the emotions coming from Vogel - extremely angry, but instead returned to calm, with only the undercurrent remaining.
"When did you wake up?"
"Given that His Highness is only fourteen years old, it should have been not long ago."
Vogel opened the report and kept his eyes on Mallos:
"Awakening at the age of fourteen is almost the earliest record... Is there no exact time?"
"Lord Taron," Mallos seemed helpless, "I have only known him for a few months."
Vogel stared at him for a long time, but the watchman's face was calm and flawless.
"You said in the report that it was a 'variant' of Raging Sea. What do you mean?"
Marius pretended to think seriously:
"Literal meaning. That means that at some point, it will show different characteristics from the angry sea we know. After all, the power of ending varies from person to person."
Vogel snorted coldly:
"If it varies from person to person, how can you be sure that it is what it is?"
Mallos smiled and was polite.
"Perhaps you have forgotten, but I am the Watcher of the Guard, the Watcher of Heritage."
Sure enough, the moment he said these words, he saw Vogel's expression stiffen.
"I came into contact with the Eternal File inherited by the Guards - there are many records about the 'Wolf Enemy', including his incredible finishing power."
"If you have any questions, Lord Tallon, you are always welcome to apply to His Majesty to enter the watch room and access top-secret files."
Vogel was silent.
But at that moment, Mallos could feel the fire in Vogel's chest leaping.
Manic, restless, depressed.
He cares.
Mallos told himself.
It's been more than a year since the Watchmen ended their selection process, but this guy still cares.
Why?
Why is everyone worried, obsessed, and crazy about what they don’t have?
The atmosphere was a bit strange, and Weah couldn't help but swallowed.
A few seconds later, Vogel moved his razor-like lips:
"No need."
Mallos smiled in response.
"The prince's physique is very good, and his recovery is twice that of ordinary people." Vogel quickly returned to normal, showing his good qualities as a flag-bearer: "Is that so?"
"I don't know about this. It is said that His Highness's daily life was taken care of by Ms. Ji Ni six years ago..."
But Vogel refused to let him go easily:
"But I'm asking you."
Mallos was silent for a few seconds, then nodded naturally.
"should be."
The watchman spoke again, but his voice became more serious:
"At least in martial arts training, no matter how viciously he is beaten, he can still be active and active."
"Although he likes to sleep on the floor and wash his hair every now and then, he has never had a serious cold."
Vogel's eyes turned back and forth between the other party and the report in his hand.
"You never doubted it?"
"It's a good thing that Your Highness has an extraordinary physique. He doesn't even ask about the secrets. Why should I doubt it?"
"What about your own guess?"
Mallos' eyes moved.
"The royal family paid me a salary and granted me responsibilities, not for me to guess."
"But I am," Vogel said with a sharp look:
"And I'm not asking you, Lord Marius."
The two people in the room looked at each other and had a silent exchange.
Weah, who was on the sidelines, felt a lot of pressure, so he became more and more meticulous in adding tea and water to the two officers.
Looking at Vogel's cold eyes, Mallos thought of the countless top-secret eternal files displayed in the watch room.
Although in those days, the Six Wings of the Imperial Guard were not as loving and close as they seemed.
But when did they start to stand out in their own way? From flag guards and messengers, they became monitors and investigators...
What about the one who has become so irritating, annoying, persistent and aggressive?
Is this the era of virtuous kings?
After the Kingdom Secret Service sheds its gray coat and becomes a formal and stately state organ?
After a few seconds, Mallos finally gave in:
"If I had to guess, that kind of physique may be the special effect of the Raging Sea. Just like what is recorded in the watch files: 'Wolf Enemy' can foresee changes and avoid death like a miracle..."
But he changed his words as if suddenly awakening:
"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you."
Vogel's breathing stopped for a second, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes.
In the desolate world, Mallos felt: the flame in the chest of the deputy guard captain increased by an inch.
Anger, shame, patience.
Vogel doesn't just care.
Marius told himself sadly.
He cares too much, too deeply, too much.
So he didn't notice it at all.
It’s not like me, who is so locked in it that I can’t extricate myself.
"But you just said," Vogel breathed expressionlessly: "Prince Thales just awakened the power of termination not long ago."
"But his constitution is at least six years old."
Mallos took a sip of tea:
"You seem to know better than me."
"answer the questions."
The watchman stared at each other for a while:
"Don't know, but I thought maybe someone knew."
"who?"
"The Exeter, especially the Falling Star Man - it is said that he is supervising His Highness's outdoor training in Longxiao City."
Vogel choked slightly.
"Yes, the murderer who killed Prince Horace."
Mallos smiled faintly:
"Are you going to summon him for questioning? Like this?"
There was silence in the dormitory room for a while.
Until Vogel slowly leaned forward, as if he wanted to see Maris clearly from the inside out:
"Have you never thought of another possibility?"
Mallos did not answer immediately.
In the desolate world, he sensed that Vogel in front of him was transforming into a huge black shadow, igniting everything around him with the indifferent flame in his chest.
strangeness.
Besides this, what else does Vogel want?
The watchman meets the other person's gaze.
"I do not understand what you mean."
Vogel's expression became even colder.
"Your Majesty and Captain Adrian, do they also 'don't understand' like you? Watcher?"
Mallos' pupils slowly narrowed.
"Then why don't you ask them?"
At this moment.
despair.
The two people confronting each other turned their heads.
I saw Weah next to me with an embarrassed look on his face. He pointed stiffly at the broken pen tip in his hand, smiling badly.
Realizing the existence of the third party, Mallos and Vogel exchanged glances and both retreated.
Weah breathed a sigh of relief.
"It doesn't matter," Vogel's tone softened a lot, but his eyes were like a poisonous snake's letter, licking Mallos' calm face from time to time:
"Let's talk about something else."
Mallos picked up his yerba mate and let the bitter taste hit his taste buds.
Vogel waved, and Weah put a new pile of file information on the table.
"Twenty-four royal knights have been transferred from the royal guard to your command to welcome the return of Prince Thales."
"But he will be stationed in Mindis Hall permanently, accompanying Duke Hu Xinghu."
Vogel sneered:
"So, Lord Marius, how does it feel to leave Fuxing Palace and establish a new mountain?"
Set up another hilltop.
Weah, who had just relaxed, had to hold his breath again, turned his head, and concentrated on monitoring the polyphonic circle.
"In the first few months, the work of the Guard is still a bit unfamiliar," Mallos thought for a while, as if he didn't understand what the other party meant:
"But thanks for your concern, we are gradually getting on the right track."
Vogel lowered his head and snorted, the meaning of which was unclear.
"In fact, the unexpected incident at last night's banquet had far-reaching consequences."
The deputy guard captain picked up one of the reports, and the sharp-eyed Mallos recognized that it was the personnel file of the Star Lake Guard.
Each file on the table has so many pages and so many entries that it would be impossible for the person involved to even write an autobiography.
The old flag-wing trick.
Damn it, who drew the sketch and couldn't make his hair look better? He is also a watchman after all.
"This made me realize that there are many shortcomings in your daily work at Mindis Hall."
The deputy guard captain was not in a hurry:
"In a team of twenty-four, you selected three from the command wing, eight from the vanguard wing, six from the guard wing, three from the punishment wing, three from the logistics wing, and the flag wing..."
"Only one person."
Vogel paused, his eyes full of meaning:
"You don't like us very much, right?"
Not like?
Old friend, your choice of words is so elegant.
"I chose Flag Officer Hugo Fubi because he has more experience and strong ability," Mallos looked at Vogel and then at Weah:
"I think he's as good as two in Mindis Hall."
Vogel snorted coldly:
"It's not just him."
He picked up a file:
"And Danny Doyle, who almost lost his life last night and also harmed others."
Weah on the other hand felt that the situation was not good: he seemed to be involved in the political struggle between the watchman and the deputy captain of the guard - surrounding the people around the future king.
Mallos smiled and decided to go on the defensive:
"I thought we just discussed D.D., and His Highness Thales has already punished..."
But Vogel's voice overwhelmed him:
"You think you're protecting them."
Vogel pushed the file in front of Mallos: on the file, Doyle's handsome sketch smiled at him.
"But as you can see, Danny Doyle has a very bad reputation in the royal capital. He is addicted to beauty and makeup. There are even rumors accusing him of being a promiscuous man who started out in chaos but eventually gave up."
Mallos' expression remained as usual: In the desolate world, the flame belonging to Vogel grew stronger and stronger.
Radical, sharp, and determined to win.
The watchman shook his head lightly:
"D.D is of noble birth, good-looking, and it is not his fault that he is popular with the opposite sex."
Vogel sneered:
"So last night's gaffe was not an accident, but the inevitable consequence of his consistent misbehavior in life, not to mention the mess caused by his father."
"You expect people like this to protect you?"
Mallos stared at the other party without any retort.
It was about the rights and wrongs of the Guards, and Weah, who was taking notes, did not dare to say anything.
The dormitory room was silent for a long time.
Vogel pulled out another file and his voice was even colder:
"Karen Glover."
"To be honest, I was really surprised when I saw this name appearing."
Mallos said nothing.
"Let's hear what Staley's report says first," Vogel read with a chuckle:
"Pioneer Glover is socially awkward, withdrawn and extreme, and has hidden violent tendencies. They call him a zombie."
Vogel put down the report and looked at the other party.
Mallos did not argue, he just raised his teacup and stated calmly:
"Strong people always have personality..."
Vogel interrupted him, like a selfless flag-bearer:
"Pioneer Glover has attacked his own people more than once during missions!"
"The most serious incident was when this son of a bitch severely injured six of his colleagues in the Pioneer Wing in Blade City, causing three to retire and one to be permanently disabled."
"Is this what you call personality?"
Mallos frowned.
After hearing these secrets, Weah's expression changed several times, and he couldn't help but think about whether he had offended that zombie.
"Although the news has been suppressed, this is a stain that cannot be erased from his noble birth. No matter the power of the Glover family or the shadow of his grandfather, he can't be saved."
Vogel sneered:
"Until you take the warrant, take him away from the confinement well, and take him directly to the Western Wasteland."
"Then a few months later, he transformed into a personal guard of Duke Xinghu?"
Marius remained calm.
In his desolate world, Vogel cast a dark shadow in front of him, ignited flames, and filled the entire room.
Vogel, he does want something.
From just now to now, everything is just a means.
"Logistics Wing, Leo Piloga."
Vogel dug up another person's file and his voice became calmer: "In the early years in the Pioneer Wing, he was quite famous. It is said that he was comparable to Staley."
The chief flag officer changed his subject with contempt:
"But since he was injured in the desert war, his body has been much worse than before. He has lost his energy and can only nod and bow. I heard that he lost to Prince Thales in training?"
Mallos took a sip of yerba mate, and the bitter taste made him feel that he was still alive:
"I prefer his 'tactful approach'."
Vogel snorted disdainfully:
"The blade of a sword can be sharpened if it is dull."
"If the will is lost, there is no cure."
Mallos watched as Vogel tossed Piroga's file aside and picked up the next file.
"Guard Wing, Gianluca Conmuto."
"This is a speculator. I heard that he didn't even complete the knight training. He used a lot of tricks to climb up from the position of a vigilance officer."
Vogel sneered and looked at Mallos:
"Climb to Prince Thales."
Mallos raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand the other person's sarcasm.
Weah on the side quickly turned his head to take care of the polyphonic circle to avoid the increasingly ominous topic.
At the same time, he cursed himself regretfully, why did he sell his soul for two gold coins and work for that old man Gaitan.
"Why don't you speak?" Vogel said coldly: "Aren't you quite capable of refuting?"
"Listen to your advice, Lord Talon," Mallos raised his head, "self-reflection."
Vogel snorted angrily.
"Mike Zoneved, formerly the Punishment Wing, was transferred to the Vanguard Wing by you in the Star Lake Guards." The deputy guard captain showed the next file. "He received a knight education in the north. No wonder he is a left-handed swordsman. Look.
The Northlanders didn't correct him when he was a boy..."
"But how did I hear that he had an affair with his young stepmother?"
Mallos sighed silently.
He really didn't know that.
I really underestimate Zhang Qiyi.
Vogel turned to the next page and spoke faster:
"And Nate Niecy."
"A master disciple of the Tower of Termination, a student of the shining lineage, a genius who breaks the rules, and will reach the extreme sooner or later."
The chief flag officer raised his head maliciously:
"It's just that he has a nickname, and the two are connected together."
"Challenge the King..."
Vogel paused for a moment and spoke out Nixi’s second nickname maliciously:
"Team battle sinkhole?"
Mallos frowned and said:
"About that..."
But Vogel seemed to have found the rhythm of his attack and showed no mercy:
"Nixi is arrogant and selfish, and has no awareness of teamwork. Even when walking in line, he will step on the heels of the people in front of him."
"This is what Mariko wrote in the training report: 'Although this boy is very talented, he is not naturally adaptable to teamwork and cannot work with others. Whether it is a battle formation in the imperial era or a contemporary star formation, if
If there is even one more comrade within two meters, his proud swordsmanship will be greatly reduced, and he will even attack blindly without distinguishing between friend and foe, which will drag down the battle situation and do nothing to help.'"
Mallos sighed in his heart.
Vogel put down the file and sneered.
“I didn’t expect that there really are people in this world who are like ‘one plus one is less than two’.”
"Reminds me of your predecessor, Lord Marius."
The watchman's eyes narrowed.
The other party glanced sideways at Mallos:
"One is when the enemy is against him, the fewer people the better. The other is when one's own side is against the enemy, the fewer people the better."
Vogel shook his head sarcastically:
"Sure enough, geniuses all have something in common."
yes.
And you, Vogel Neurotic Tallon, have something in common with your predecessor.
Mallos reminded himself not to retaliate sarcastically—perhaps his desire in this regard has become stronger after living with a certain unforgiving boy for a long time, which is not a good sign.
In the dead world, Vogel's shadow grew taller and taller, with flames all over his body.
Confidence, greed, and ruthlessness.
It is also becoming more and more empty.
Next, Vogel opened the files one after another like dealing cards, while Weah on the other side carefully took the files he had read:
"Punishment Officer, 'Gardener' Gray Patterson, to be honest, Facundo should be very grateful to you. He has wanted to get rid of this deputy who was born in the Seventh Chamber but cannot move lightly for a long time."
"Logistics officer Shi Tuo? You really know how to choose people. I heard that he will retire in another year?"
"Guard Wing, 'Iron Tower' Bastia, a person who can't even run in a hurry..."
"Guard Wing, tall guy Franzuk, a guy who's afraid of both water and heights?"
"Guard Wing, idiot Ferry, is said to have mania."
Mallos remained silent.
Vogel continued to scoff:
"Pioneer Wing, Grimace Fu La Teng, his popularity is so bad that he can only sit at a table by himself for lunch."
"Pioneer Wing, 'Shit' Supa Langlai, oh, that's a really cool nickname."
"And José 'Bronze' Cuesta, a foreigner and a son of thorns."
"Leo Morgan, the guy you promoted from the Bright Star private army on your own initiative, didn't even decide on the formation of the guard, so he went with you to the Western Wilderness to welcome the prince..."
Speaking of this name, Vogel's expression changed.
"But the most important thing is..."
He held up the file, and the sketch showed a sinister man with scars on his face and a child crying at night.
"Morgan, a veteran who murdered his superiors on the battlefield?"
Vogel slapped the table angrily:
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Mallos looked at Leo Morgan, who looked like a murderer on the file, with a calm expression and no idea.
"This is the 'Guard Elite' you selected? For the heir to the stars, the most important weapon of the country, you chose this group..."