He looked up and around in the desolate world and saw every inch of it was withered and incomplete.
Vogel, why do you believe that there are really "excellent products" in this world?
"Believe me, Lord Marius, I hate to describe the brothers and sisters of the Guard that way."
Vogel snorted coldly and leaned back in his chair:
"But obviously, you didn't leave much leeway for me."
In the awkward silence, Mallos stared at each other and said nothing for a long time.
Weah on the side has long regarded himself as a dead person, almost integrated with the magic circle on the wall.
Until Mallos sighed.
"What do you want, Vogel?"
The watchman rarely called the other person by his first name instead of his last name, and said calmly:
"If you really want to cause trouble for my men."
"It would be much more effective to report directly to His Majesty, the captain, and even Chief Punishment Officer Facundo."
Vogel looked back at him, the anger on his face slowly fading.
A few seconds later, he turned back into the strict deputy captain of the guard.
"Weah Flag Officer."
Vogel spoke softly.
On the other side, Weah, who was trying hard to pretend that he was not here, trembled subconsciously.
"Why don't you let that poor polyphony circle go and take a walk outside?"
Weah raised his face from the magic circle that he had been "repairing" for nearly five minutes, his face turned ashen.
"walk……"
He became happy when he realized something:
"Of course! I happen to be a little tired after sitting for a long time. Sir Talon, you are so considerate..."
"Weah," said Mallos this time, calm, gentle, and concise:
"go out."
"Now."
Weah, who still wanted to say something, immediately fell silent.
In a few seconds, he stood up quietly, left the sight of the two of them, and then slipped out of the duty room as if he was fleeing.
The two people were left in the room, facing each other.
And the complex sound array that glows strangely.
"Others may not be able to tell, Tormund," Vogel said softly, calling the other person by name:
"But the Flag Wing is the eyes and ears of the Guard, responsible for internal review."
"So after last night, I discovered that these so-called Star Lake Guards under your command either have bad reputations, have bad character, are playboys and are difficult to teach, are in trouble, or are secretly full of shit..."
He knocked on the guard file on the table:
"When you become the captain of the prince's personal guard and are envied by everyone in the palace, you choose these fringe people and even controversial people in the royal guard to be your right-hand man?"
"Is it easier to control, or is it less threatening and less likely to cause trouble?"
Vogel’s eyes sharpened:
"Maybe I should ask you: What do you want to do?"
The prince's personal guard captain.
Being close to the water, everyone envies you?
Mallos' face was expressionless.
You envy you, Vogel.
I don't.
Mallos was silent for a moment and replied:
"You're doubting me."
The duty dormitory was quiet for a while.
Vogel sneered and crossed his arms:
"You know, when I saw Duke Xinghu's righteous deeds last night..."
He picked up the last file on the table:
"Did I remember something?"
Vogel was slightly lost in thought:
"he."
"He is unwilling to sacrifice his troops to protect the king."
Mallos moved slightly.
Vogel's eyes focused:
"Leave your soldiers alone."
The next moment, the deputy guard captain pushed the file in front of him.
"Pawn."
Mallos lowered his head, and his own sketch on the file was looking at him.
Indifferent.
calm.
Don't care.
Snapped!
Vogel slapped his hand hard on the table, just covering the column of Mallos' last name.
"I don't know why the watchman has so much autonomy. But after taking over the flag, my job is to keep an eye on everyone in the guard."
"So that tragedy will never happen again."
Their eyes met, and their breaths froze.
Marius remained silent.
In his desolate world, Vogel's shadow is extremely huge.
"So, yes, I doubt you, Watchman."
The flag officer leaned forward and his shrewd eyes fell on Mallos:
"As you said, many of the files in your secret guard rooms are top-secret eternal files - including those from the Year of Blood."
"So I suspect that you had other ideas when you became the captain of his personal guard and selected the Star Lake Guard for him."
"Some ideas that are far beyond the duties of the royal guard and are not even known to His Majesty and the captain."
Mallos looked at the glowing polyphonic array.
Without waiting for a response, Vogel snorted softly, warning:
"Tell me, you must have a good reason for doing this?"
Vogel's eyes turned cold.
"Tell me, what's wrong with the prince?"
"Is there any secret that only the Watchers of all generations know?"
"So much so that your behavior around him is so cautious, cautious, special and even ridiculous?"
Mallos remained expressionless, but sighed in his heart.
"Tell me, Tormund, or this eternal document will be presented directly to His Majesty and the Captain."
Vogel said coldly:
"Tell me, the twenty-four people under your command, including yourself, were not chosen on your own initiative or out of resentment, but were specially selected for that special prince..."
The next second, Vogel's tone was filled with chilling vigilance:
"Consumables."
At that moment, Marius saw in the desolate world that Vogel's shadow and flames turned into infinity at the same time, covering everything.
The room was very quiet, with only the polyphonic circle running tenaciously, ignoring the oppressive atmosphere at the moment.
A few seconds later.
"Vogel."
The watchman slowly raised his head and called the other person's name just like he did many years ago:
"What do you care about?"
Vogel was startled.
Mallos looked at him expressionlessly:
"I was nominated a year ago and took away the watchman position that you were destined to win?"
Vogel's expression changed.
"Is it the senior Flag Winger who escaped from the escort team due to your mistake six years ago, Colin Semel?"
"The day before you finished your apprenticeship and officially joined the Royal Guards, you witnessed the 'Scarlet Ode' take away the head of the late king in the Hall of Stars?"
"During the Year of Blood, the royal capital was rioted and robbed, and your parents were ultimately killed by the mob?"
Every time Mallos asked a question, Vogel's face became paler.
"It was still the state meeting six years ago, because the second prince turned out to be born," the watchman said slowly:
"Among the thirteen noble families, the Talon family, which is a distant relative of Bright Star, failed to successfully become the heir to the royal family when the king had no heir?"
"Vogel Tallen?"
The next moment, Mallos stood in his own desolate world and saw as expected:
The huge shadow belonging to Vogel was trembling, and the boundless flames were erratic.
Longing, apprehension, restlessness.
and fear.
"When everything is lost, people always want to hold on to something - whether it is a life-saving straw or a devil's condition."
"Don't let fear dominate your life, old friend," Mallos shook his head and said:
"not worth it."
Vogel's breathing became faster and faster, and his anger became more and more intense.
"If this is your answer, Watchman..."
Mallos interrupted:
"d.d."
"He has a very special ability."
Vogel narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, most people, including you, may think that he is naive, shameless, lazy, inexplicable, and even careless, which is quite unreliable..."
Mallos Pupil Focus:
"But there's one thing."
"Whether it's contempt, contempt, helplessness, or sighing."
"Most people find it difficult to get angry when they get along with Danny Doyle and really come into contact with his temper."
"It's hard to really... hate him."
"Not to mention disgust and opposition."
Vogel changed color slightly.
"As long as he wants to, he can close the distance with anyone in a minute without any hindrance or burden, even if the other person is an inhumane lunatic or a murderous monster."
Mallos looked at his reflection in the tea cup.
"Do you know how difficult it is to get most of the world to stop hating you, Lord Tallon?"
He said quietly:
"Exercising to the extreme is much easier than this."
"This is why, in terms of ability and quality, Danny Doyle may not be the strongest, but he can get along well with the Guards and is quite popular. I would rather let him come forward if something happens."
Vogel looked at Marius, the anger in his eyes still lingering.
"And Vanguard Glover."
Mallos also stared at Vogel, calmly and indifferently:
"Although he is taciturn and unsociable, he is prudent and thoughtful."
"He has participated in the Desert War, and he is the one among the younger generation in the Pioneer Wing who has the most thorough understanding of actual combat. Even Mariko, who is second in rank, may not be sure to defeat him even if he puts his life on the line."
Vogel frowned.
"As for his stain, if you are not limited to cold records and numbers, and tear apart other people's prejudices and misunderstandings, Lord Tallon."
"Then you may find that the reason why Karen Glover fought with his peers was because they had been insulting his family and origin for a long time, ostracizing, isolating, and framed him for five years."
"As a royal knight of the kingdom, Karen Glover couldn't bear it and was forced to respond."
Vogel frowned and repeated:
"Forced?"
Mallos nodded:
"If I were you, maybe I would pay close attention to the discipline within the Guard."
"Think about it for a moment, why there are six people in the vanguard wing besieging one person."
"And why the Pioneer Wing, which is known for its strength in actual combat, ended up with three injured and one disabled in a six-on-one battle."
Vogel said nothing, he frowned and looked at the files on the table.
"As for the others."
"Patterson has an eccentric temper and Stowe is about to retire, so they won't be easily bribed - especially when the prince comes back and everyone wants to pounce on him and take a bite."
"To be honest, Conmuto is not perfect, but we need people who understand the city's police department and official affairs."
"I don't know about the scandal between Zonevid and his stepmother, and Cuesta is indeed the son of Thorns, but in view of His Royal Highness the prince's experience in the past six years," Mallos did not hesitate:
"We need to ensure geographic diversity in the Guard's membership."
"Nie Xi is very troublesome. But when we were young, who was not arrogant and self-centered? He may be exaggerated, but he just needs to be tempered, such as a... durable partner."
"And did I mention that during the Desert War, Bastia took two hammer blows from the orcs without falling?"
"As for Pioneer Morgan, his old case from twenty years ago has been completed, and there is no evidence to prove the accusation that he killed the superior..."
Vogel snorted:
"But that's scarier, isn't it?"
Mallos smiled.
"I know the people under my command." The watchman said calmly:
"They're not what you think."
Mallos looked at his old friend seriously:
"They are not expendable items, nor are they abandoned soldiers."
"They are people."
The duty dormitory was silent again.
Vogel's eyes wandered uncertainly between the archives and Mallos.
"people."
"people?"
Vogel was silent for a long time, patted the files on the table, and snorted coldly:
"You know, that's not how Zhang Qiyi sees it."
"Don't trust people - this is the first lesson of being a flag-bearer."
Mallos shook his head:
"A long time ago, about sixty years ago, there was a watchman in the royal guard named Cyril Falkenholz."
"He said: The command wing is the brain, the flag-bearing wing is the eyes and ears, the vanguard is the arms and the guards are the feet, the logistics is the flesh and blood, and the punishment is the backbone."
"But, the watchman of inheritance..."
"This is the heart of the Guard."
Vogel was stunned.
"The brain will be deceived, the ears and eyes will be deceived, the limbs will be broken, the bones and flesh will be broken, and the emperor's guards will be destroyed and lost."
Mallos picked up his file on the table and stood up:
"But the heart doesn't."
He pressed his chest and said solemnly:
"Only inheritance continues."
"Witness eternity."
Vogel stared at him blankly.
Mallos closed the page of his sketch and stacked it on top of the other files.
"I guess the record of holding the flag ends here?"
"If you want, just present it to His Majesty forever. I don't care."
The watchman nodded, turned and left.
Vogel took a few deep breaths and looked at the opponent's back, but was no longer aggressive.
On the contrary, his face was calm and his eyes were like water.
But in Mallos' world, he saw that the fire in Vogel's chest shattered inch by inch and turned into ashes.
Until the deputy guard captain spoke again.
"Really, Heart?"
Marius hesitated.
"Then tell me, old friend..."
Vogel's hoarse voice rustled like a viper's rattle.
"Back then, when you secretly reported and betrayed your father to the Fuxing Palace..."
"When you bring down everyone in the family, causing unprecedented riots in Yongxing City, assassins looking for opportunities to strike, and bloodshed spreading all night long..."
The steady cup in the watchman's hand trembled.
Vogel's eyes were like knives, piercing his back.
"Tormund Mallos, in exchange for the king's trust, you have gained your current status..."
"Outside the visible archives..."
"Do you really have a 'heart'?"
At that moment, Mallos felt that the power of termination in his body suddenly collapsed.
He saw that the desolate world he was in suddenly became colorful, with grass growing and orioles flying, full of vitality, flowers red and grass green, and colorful.