In the court, the pioneer officer Marico passed by two rows of serious-looking royal guards. He held the handle in one hand and the blade in the other, carefully observing the unfamiliar long sword in front of him:
“Two thousand years ago, ‘Emperor’ Comorra Carother forged them to reward meritorious officials of the ancient empire.”
“Hey, hey, hey, take it easy!”
Complaints came from behind, and Mariko frowned and turned back.
Between two rows of royal guards, a bruised and bruised Cohen was kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet bound. He raised his head unwillingly:
“That is my family’s ancestral sword!”
Beside him, Doyle, who was also tied up, bumped into Cohen.
"Shut up."
D.D gritted his teeth and glanced at Mariko worriedly, hating that iron could not become steel:
“We are all like this, why can’t you just not provoke him?”
Cohen was dissatisfied and was about to retort, but he glanced around him with his peripheral vision: Wyatt, Glover, Rolf and others were all tied up, lying on the ground in a miserable state, closely guarded by guards with evil eyes.
The vigilance officer's momentum suddenly weakened, and he whispered to Doyle angrily:
“Damn it, D.D, you’re just telling me to build momentum...”
“No, my actual words were ‘His Highness likes to joke’. For example, he often threatened to send Commander Marius to the Bone Cage, but in the end he still went back to do sword target practice...”
“You call this a joke?”
"Weren't you the one who struck first at the palace gate? That headbutt of yours..."
"It wasn't me! I just stood in front and pretended to be fierce, but I don't know who kicked me in the back..."
Mariko’s voice suddenly came:
“A family heirloom sword?”
His footsteps came closer and closer. Cohen and D.D immediately stopped talking and lowered their heads in unison.
“Yeah,” Cohen whispered:
“My old man has told me many times...”
Doyle bumped into him again.
Mariko stopped beside them and chuckled.
“It is said that the ancient sword itself has special power and indescribable magic.”
Mariko looked at it from all angles, caressing the "load bearer", and his eyes slowly became obsessed:
"Of course, the heroes who opened up the territory for the empire and conquered the world are all experts who have experienced hundreds of battles. If the emperor wants to reward them, how can he use ordinary soldiers and iron?"
Cohen and Doyle looked at each other.
Mariko gently stroked the mysterious gem on the hilt of the sword:
"Legend has it that they can spontaneously absorb energy and material from blood, soil, air, moisture, and even the steel they collide with to sharpen their edges and strengthen their sword bodies, so they are indestructible to dust, water, and blood.
Eclipse, battle is difficult to break."
“The weapon itself is more like having life and memory. Even if it is slightly bent and deformed, as long as there is enough time, it can recover on its own.”
“It will not lose its edge in a hundred years, and its shape will not change in a thousand years.”
Cohen was stunned. He looked at the sword he was very familiar with and laughed out loud:
“It’s been a thousand years, how can it be so awesome? I have to take it to the blacksmith shop every month for maintenance, but Master Jedi in the tower said, ‘This sword is very durable.’”
Speaking of this, Cohen's expression changed and he looked at Mariko suspiciously:
“Really, really?”
Mariko’s eyes drifted away:
“In the eyes of the great emperor, only the immortal magic weapon can match the immeasurable achievements and eternal loyalty.”
Cohen frowned.
That monthly maintenance...
Oops, have I been tricked by Karachi again? And the gang of profiteer blacksmiths in the Blade Tooth Camp...
“Time flies, the years change, and they are scattered all over the world in the chaos of war, but they are still rare and rare magic weapons.”
Mariko stroked the spine of the bearer's sword, thoughtfully:
“They are passed down from generation to generation and have never been blunted. They use their swords to save people and show their loyalty and sincerity.”
“Tell me and other descendants of the empire about the prosperous times of the empire.”
Cohen and Doyle exchanged glances again.
Mariko exhaled:
"A long time ago, my ancestors also owned a sword like this. Until the tyranny of the Red King, our family fell into decline and had to sell off the ancestral property to revive the family business."
Cohen said "Oh", but when he thought of something, his expression changed drastically:
“Then...that cliff is not like this!”
"Look what I'm talking about," Doyle whispered angrily next to him: "Mariko likes to collect weapons the most..."
Mariko Pioneer snorted coldly and let the bearer pause heavily:
“Too heavy, not suitable for me.”
Cohen then showed a relieved smile.
“I have heard of you, Korn Karabyan, from the Twin Towers of the Voraland. Wisdom is on the left, sword is on the right?”
Hearing the family's clan language, Cohen couldn't help but frown.
Mariko’s eyes flickered:
“Perhaps you don’t know, but five generations ago, before we changed our surnames to Mariko to avoid trouble, your and my family trees intersected.”
Intersection?
Cohen was stunned for a while, and before he could reply, D.D beside him suddenly lit up and his head popped up:
“Oh? That’s great. By the way, Doyle and Karabyan also have intersections, which means we are all three.”
However, Mariko didn’t even look at him, he just raised the heavy sword in his hand again:
“As a nobleman, it is not a big mistake to have no great ambitions.”
"But I thought you were only dealing with street thieves," Mariko said coldly, "and not stupid enough to break into the palace to rebel, the royal knight, Korn Karabiyan."
‖
Cohen was surprised and said with a smile:
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, that's what I'm here for, that's what... Have you ever been in a group fight? It's the kind where two people face each other and say harsh words, and two hundred people stand on both sides to build momentum, and scream but don't take action...
…”
“Twenty people.”
But Mariko didn't listen to him at all, and his tone was cold.
“When you broke into the palace, there were twenty guards on duty. They were all good men from the vanguard wing and the guard wing, young men with a bright future.”
“In the face of the arrogance and arrogance of the powerful, they were neither humble nor arrogant, and performed their duties loyally. Even if they were beaten and injured by you, they remained unyielding and defended the palace.”
Cohen was stunned and said anxiously:
"That was a misunderstanding. I was not the one who made the first move..."
Mariko snorted angrily, becoming even more dissatisfied:
“For you, of course, it is a small, harmless misunderstanding.”
“But to them…”
Mariko’s hand holding the sword hilt became harder and harder:
“‘The death of the previous king was the cause of the disaster.’ This is His Majesty’s comment.”
As soon as he said this, the surrounding members of the royal guard looked at him even more fiercely.
"It will be recorded in the resume of the Guards of those twenty brothers by the flag-bearing wing, and it will accompany them throughout their lives and be passed down in the history of the Guards."
Mariko became angrier as he spoke:
"Not only did they suffer this great shame and humiliation, but they also had to suffer the consequences for the royal family afterwards. It is not wrong. Therefore, what happened today can only be their fault. They will bear the crime of transgression and dereliction of duty, and they will also have to offend the prince."
'I am worried all day long, the punishment is undecided, and the future is unclear."
“It’s all because of you.”
Mariko looked at Cohen with a stiff smile and gritted his teeth:
"You are domineering, arrogant, bullying, and lawless. You have made Fuxing Palace a mess and brought shame and humiliation to the royal guards."
After saying this, Mariko turned his arm, and the load-bearer spun around in the air and was neatly sheathed.
But when the sheath was turned back, it unexpectedly bumped into Cohen's lower abdomen!
boom!
Suffering this blow, Cohen fell to the ground in pain, slurring his words: "Grandma..."
“Sorry, there was an accident when sheathing the sword.”
Mariko said coldly, holding the load-bearer:
“Who made it too heavy?”
There was a commotion among the prisoners.
“Ah ah ah,” Doyle said anxiously next to him:
“Well, when a prince breaks the law, he is just like the common people. I mean, when a prince breaks the law, he is just like the common people..."
But these words made Mariko snort angrily.
“Of course, you are just pretending to be a tiger, and a dog is relying on the power of others.”
“So not only do you not have to pay anything, you even just have to smile with a shy face, and a big shot like the Foreign Secretary will come to greet you and threaten me not to use lynching...”
Mariko looked at Cohen who was curled up on the ground and enduring pain, and his breathing gradually accelerated:
“But no one in the entire kingdom dares to offend your precious master.”
"Because no matter how outrageous and outrageous he is, no matter how many people he harms and how much trouble he causes, Your Majesty will still tolerate him and forgive him."
“He will still come out arrogantly, point at my nose and ask me to let you go, so that you can continue to get away with it, as if nothing happened, and we will have to unify our voices afterwards to protect his reputation.”
Mariko became more and more upset as he spoke, and finally smiled sarcastically:
"And the captain will also say, 'It is our duty to bear the burden of the royal family.'"
The Pioneer Officer looked at Cohen at his feet, his eyes slightly cold:
“I know the world is unfair.”
“But it shouldn’t be.”
Cohen coughed a few times and finally recovered.
“Well, I understand you,” the vigilance officer bared his teeth:
“But if you fucking fuck me again, just...”
D.D closed his eyes in pain while winking wildly to shut him up.
Mariko sneered, and this time he made no secret of it, raising the weight-bearer and pointing it at Cohen.
Cohen was not afraid and looked at him with gritted teeth.
“That’s nice to say, but what you’re best at…”
A thick voice sounded at the right moment:
“Isn’t it just to move yourself first, and then act self-righteously?”
The voice sneered, deliberately prolonging the tone:
“Vicente Marico **Brother?”
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked strange.
Big...what?
Mariko’s expression changed. He turned away from Cohen and looked at the other prisoner.
"Even if you haven't heard it in person, you should know it to some extent," Grover, who was covered in wounds and looked embarrassed, raised his head from the other side and sneered: "Other wings don't know, but people in the Pioneer Wing, privately
That’s what I call you.”
"Because no matter what conflicts and quarrels there are in the Pioneer Wing, you always like to be the first to stand up and act as the big brother to uphold justice. You are full of truth and pretentious. You think that as long as your dick is big enough, everyone will stick out their butts for you to poke.
Do you think the prodding made everyone feel comfortable?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole Elantine fell silent.
Many royal guards couldn't help but glance at Mariko.
But Marico didn’t speak, he just stared at Glover with his nose flaring.
In the prisoner, Huaiya sighed and bumped D.D with his butt:
“I thought you were the one who could talk the most, sorry. I forgot that your butt was injured.”
Doyle looked at the zombie with the same surprise, as if he was meeting him for the first time.
“But you don’t understand anything.”
Glover raised his bound arms with difficulty and raised his voice to Mariko:
“Every time a fool comes out to lie to himself, it is worse than the shit that comes out when your mother’s little lover is held up by your father’s legs and fucked to the sky.”
The zombie took a deep breath:
"**elder brother."
The surroundings were quiet again.
“The sun is setting above,” Doyle whispered, in disbelief:
“Where did he learn so much trash talk?”
After a long time, Mariko took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and moved forward.
“Karen Glover, it’s you again.”
Mariko looked at the big man kneeling on the ground with a contemptuous expression, and narrowed his eyes:
“Why am I not surprised?”
Glover snorted and didn't answer.
Mariko looked at him with complicated eyes: "You are a leader in the Vanguard Wing. You have a noble family background, excellent abilities, and a bright future. I once thought that you were different from those dudes who joined the Guards to gild their careers and have mixed resumes."
Doyle, who was listening in the audience, was stunned: Why did Marico look at me when he said this?
Mariko came to Glover’s side with a cold look:
"Until you lose control of your lower body and fall into whoring."
Whoring?
As soon as these words came out, all the prisoners, including many royal guards, all looked at Glover. Cohen nodded subconsciously at first, and then quickly joined the others after realizing something, with a look of surprise on his face.
Only Doyle was surprised:
“You, are you really not gay?”
There was a hint of anger on Glover's face.
“Originally I didn’t want to say more, after all, the matter has been suppressed,” Mariko raised his eyebrows:
“But, yes, I know that the reason why you were expelled and kicked out of the Pioneer Wing was because you were prostituted in Hongfang Street..."
Cohen nodded with lingering fear.
Glover couldn’t help but said angrily:
“None of your fucking business!”
Many people in Elanting knew this for the first time and couldn't help but frown.
Mariko chuckled, his expression getting colder.
"how many times?"
The Second Pioneer Officer asked:
“First Class Pioneer Officer Karen Glover, how many times on the day of payment of salary have you sneaked to Red Square Street after receiving the money and waited until dawn, only to come back exhausted with your wallet empty?”
“How many times have you lied to my face during the roll call of the entire team in the vanguard wing, saying that your poor mood was due to poor sleep?”
“And what’s the name of the brothel you often go to? What kind of club is it?”
Every time Mariko said a word, Glover's expression got worse, until the latter finally couldn't help it:
“I just like whoring! What’s wrong!”
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Mariko said coldly:
“Planning revenge with a grudge just because a colleague ordered a prostitute you like will end up making a huge mistake and destroying your career.”
Cohen’s mind turned around and something seemed familiar.
Glover thought of something and looked ferocious:
“They deserve it.”
"I know that Menendez is a scumbag," Marico said coldly: "I also know that you have an old grudge with him, and I even guessed that he set a trap to provoke you first."
“But so what? Are you really stupid enough to take the bait? You have so much heroic spirit that you have no place to display it, and you lose your mind after being provoked by a few women?”
Glover's eyes were trembling and he was clenching his fists tightly.
“Master Glover, you are willing to sink yourself, murder your colleagues, mutilate your limbs, all because of a few prostitutes?”
Everyone, including the prisoners and guards, were surprised and looked at Glover.
Facing countless gazes, the zombie trembled all over.
But he finally suppressed his emotions and sneered.
“Have you ever tasted what it’s like to be a woman? Of course it’s not as big as brother **, no one can fit it in, it’s really pitiful.”
Mariko was startled.
Glover raised his head and smiled provocatively:
“Tell you, I could kill ten more Menendez for that taste.”
Mariko looked angry:
“He has been punished. Thanks to you, Menéndez will have to spend the rest of his life in bed.”
Glover turned his head and said:
“Consider him lucky. In the original plan, he had to live in the soil.”
His indifferent attitude irritated Mariko, who looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed and shook his head.
“I tried to help you.”
Mariko said in disappointment:
“Beforehand, I helped you cover the situation in the vanguard wing. I just hope that Commander Staley won’t find out that you are obsessed with prostitution so soon.”
“I have visited your brother many times, hoping that he can convince you with brotherly love and help you to realize your lost ways and turn back the prodigal son.”
The two looked at each other, and Glover frowned:
“I didn’t ask you to do that.”
Marico shook his head and said:
“Now it seems that you are addicted and have no regrets.”
"After the accident, I shouldn't have gone to see Chief Adrian and Chief Staley, let alone the victims, and asked them to spare your life to serve your crime." The Pioneer Officer shook his head in disappointment: "It's better to abide by the guard's customs and serve in the hospital.
I will deal with you when I am imprisoned in the well."
Glover’s eyes narrowed.
He became more and more angry, word by word:
“I, no, please, do this!”
Mariko’s expression remained unchanged, he turned the weight-bearer in his hand, and the scabbard hit Glover’s abdomen!
Amid the exclamations of everyone, Glover fell to the ground in pain.
“You, you have made the Pioneer Wing the biggest joke in the Fuxing Palace. The Flag Wing is still staring at us, just because of your rare vicious internal strife in the Guards.”
Mariko paces around him:
“And you not only have no regrets, but you also cling to power, escape responsibility, and even have the nerve to come back and cause trouble in the palace.”
“Let the entire imperial guard be ashamed of you.”
Glover endured the pain and raised his head.
“Hey, brother**?” The embarrassed zombie still forced a smile and mocked:
“You poked it and it became soft. Did you forget to take the aphrodisiac?”
Mariko’s eyes turned cold.
“Although ancient imperial swords are easy to maintain, they are durable.”
The Second Pioneer Officer said coldly:
“But if the sword suffers irreversible trauma, breaks into pieces, and has to be recast, the power contained in it will be changed..."
“A new sword that has been reforged, even if it is as sharp as before, is no longer pure and has no return to its original appearance.”
Glover stared at him fiercely, showing no sign of weakness.
Mariko’s eyes glanced at the prisoners in front of him:
“Like the nobles of the stars,”
“Although it has been passed down from ancient times, it has been passed down from generation to generation, carrying forward the past and linking up the future, and thousands of years have passed...”
Mariko raised the load-bearer in his hand:
“It’s not like an empire after all.”
“Yes,” Glover snorted angrily:
“Who knows which generation of your ancestors was born by a woman who stole someone’s seed?”
boom!
Glover was knocked to the ground for the third time. Doyle next to him turned his head in pain and exhaled.
“I don’t know what part of the zombie string Malico poked to make him so angry, but he’s going to get himself killed if he keeps doing this,” D.D whispered to the prisoners:
“Think of a way!”
At this time.
“But I heard someone say that!”
Waia's voice came from behind, making Marico move:
“Those who only have empire in their minds...”
Huaiya raised his head and chuckled:
“I often haven’t seen the empire.”
Hearing this, Mariko put down the scabbard of his sword and turned to Wyatt.
D.D quietly gave the latter a thumbs up, squirmed over to the dying Glover, and lifted him up.
As expected of the real Huai Ya!
“Prince’s Attendant, Wyatt Castle.” Marico said coldly.
Huaiya nodded and said calmly:
“According to what you said, this person no longer belongs to your department.”
“Whether he wants to be beaten or killed, his life belongs to Prince Thales.”
Mariko stopped in front of him.
“Your Excellency, Lord Attendant, I respect your Majesty: Count Caso is of noble character, extraordinary ability, and has made great contributions to the kingdom.”
Mariko deadpanned:
"You should follow his footsteps and assist and advise His Highness the Prince responsibly."
“Instead of joining this gang of sinners.”
After regaining his breath, Glover couldn't help but wanted to speak again, but Doyle clamped his mouth down.
Huaiya frowned at first, then smiled.
“It’s not necessary.”
The attendant’s eyes are sharp:
“Not every son is worthy of the glory of his father.”
Waiyanunuzui:
“Just like this sword, no matter how sharp it is, how legendary it is, how...pure it is.”
“The empire fell anyway.”
Mariko frowned.
“Just like your family, they sold their ancestors’ swords in the end.”
Huaiya shook his head:
“That’s how I got you today.”
"Is not it?"
"**elder brother?"
Mariko’s eyes are getting worse and worse.
Glover was inexplicably angry, but Doyle secretly gave Wyatt a thumbs up again:
The real Wyatt...
So loyal!
At this time.
“Did I miss something?”
The familiar young voice came, and it was understated, but it caused a commotion among the royal guards in the atrium, and they all stepped back:
“I mean, besides ‘Brother **’?”
Hearing this voice, Mariko sighed heavily.
Amidst the commotion, Thales appeared under the light with a tired face.
The prisoners were immediately refreshed, as if they saw a savior:
“Your Highness!”
“Your Highness, little fart!”
“I thought I would never see you again”
“Here’s saved!”
"I knew it!"
Thales forced a smile, waved here and nodded there, responding to the excited shouts of his subordinates.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Mariko turned around and shouted angrily:
"Shut up!"
The guards in Elantine scolded one after another to suppress the enthusiasm of the captives.
“Okay, the show is over, Marico Vanguard,” Thales waved his hand towards Marico and said sleepily:
“Let them loose their bonds.”
“It’s too dark at night, I need someone to accompany me.”
The pioneer officer stared at him with a complicated expression and bowed first.
“With all due respect, Your Highness Thales,” Marico insisted:
“They are all suspects of trespassing into the palace or instigating nobles to trespass and must be interrogated strictly.”
Tales yawned loudly and didn't care.
“Listen, I just finished the 300th round of the king’s battle. I’m tired. I don’t want to talk to you about this matter.”
“Ask Adrian,” the prince pointed to the way he came:
“He will give you the same answer.”
“Then I’ll wait here for the captain’s order.” Mariko refused to show weakness:
“You are welcome, but they cannot leave.”
Thales looked left and right, taking in a group of angry and awed royal guards.
“Let’s make a deal, Captain Mariko,” the young man sighed: “If you let my people go.”
“I’ll give you something good?”
Mariko snorted and refused:
“Bribery is a taboo in the royal family, Your Highness.”
But Thales shook his finger and came closer to him.
“You know, those royal guards guarding the palace gate when we came in,” the prince smiled and lowered his voice:
“I suspect that they have different intentions and intend to harm the heir of the kingdom.”
Mariko’s eyes changed:
"What?"
Thales stretched his neck to reveal the bandage:
"Look, in that conflict, my neck was scratched. Wow, there was so much blood. Do you think this is not an attempt to kill the prince? For the safety of the future king, should we take him out and give him a death sentence?"
Explain? Drive him, or them, out of the guard?"
“That’s not the truth, it’s slander.” Marico’s expression turned terrible.
The prisoners were stunned.
Thales smiled: "That's not up to you."
“After all, my father also said that the death of the late king was all due to your negligence.”
"Do you agree?"
Mariko took a deep breath:
"you"
“Let my people go,” Thales slapped Marico on the shoulder before he could speak:
“How about I take care of the flag-bearing wing and ensure that those young men will not bear the responsibility of ‘hurting the prince’, nor will there be any record of ‘dereliction of duty’ on their resumes, and I will not retaliate against them?”
Mariko’s face changed several times.
Thales tutted:
“So, Brother**, you are going to fight me to the end...”
He rolled his eyes towards the prisoners who were waiting for food:
"still……?"
One minute later.
Thales walked in the corridor of Fuxing Palace, surrounded by many people who were happily surviving the disaster.
Their team was swaying here and there, in a mess, but it was quite noisy and noisy (plus a big black horse who was unhappy because he missed dinner), and all the guards and servants along the way heard the news and made excuses.
“I’m sorry, Cohen, I didn’t expect it would be such a big fuss,” Thales said tiredly:
"I just wanted to borrow your family's name, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to do it."
"Forget it, the director will definitely suspend me again when he finds out. I just hope he won't deduct my salary." Cohen, who had a bruised face and a bruised face, hugged the family heirloom sword miserably, with runny nose and tears: "No, I
Come to think of it, I was already on suspension for reflection..."
“And I wasn’t the one who made the first move just now. He was kicked from behind…”
Doyle coughed twice behind him and whispered:
“Does the director know His Highness?”
Cohen was taken aback for a moment, and then responded with an unprecedented response, with awe and awe:
“Ah, Your Highness! It is my honor to lead the battle for you!”
“With our friendship, I am willing to go through fire and water for you!”
The first person to take action was not Cohen, so...
Thales glanced behind him:
Rolf looked away and snorted coldly.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, little Jialun, I didn’t expect it! I didn’t expect it!”
Doyle patted Glover on the shoulder happily, regardless of the latter's discomfort:
“You are also of the same mind!”
“When will we share our experiences of going to Hongfang Street...”
Glover snorted angrily, shook him off and walked forward:
"roll!"
D.D was a little embarrassed after being rejected. He chuckled at Gennard and Willow behind him and said:
“We...we have a good relationship, so we talk more casually, casually.”
Huaiya kept up with Thales and said worriedly:
"Your Highness, have you... got what you wanted?"
Thales, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses and forced a smile:
“I’m still alive, right?”
Looking at his expression, Huaiya hesitated to speak:
"But……"
“By the way, Mariko Vanguard just now,” Thales raised his eyebrows and interrupted him, changing the subject:
“Are they not that bad?”
Glover behind him snorted disdainfully.
“Although he had some intentions of gaining fame and showing his loyalty and favor, in the end, he compromised,” Thales scratched his chin:
“He did not push the situation to the end and let his men ruin their future in order to improve his reputation of not being afraid of the powerful in the face of princes.”
“There is no difference,” Glover said glumly:
“He’s still a self-righteous bastard.”
"And those dozen idiots who were beaten up by us will probably still be grateful to Brother ** and feel that he saved them."
Thales shook his head:
“You have to give him a step down.”
“And we have to tolerate it: people are imperfect and fat.”
Hearing this title, Glover looked embarrassed and couldn't help but slow down and fall behind.
“Hey, Fatty?” Doyle caught up from behind and turned his eyes with interest:
“Why does His Highness call you that? You are not fat either, at least you are not fat when you are wearing clothes. Could it be that you are... chubby?”
Glover paused and became fierce again:
“Call me that again”
“You are in danger.” The hopeless Cohen passed by the two of them and listlessly finished the second half of the sentence for the zombie.
The fierce-looking Glover looked stunned.
“He” Glover was so vicious that he couldn’t survive. He held his breath and said reluctantly:
“That’s right.”
Glover glared at D.D, snorted coldly, and walked away angrily.
Doyle was left standing there in confusion.
When did the relationship between the two of them become so good?
Obviously I am the zombie's partner, and I am the grandson of that idiot's uncle's brother-in-law, okay?
He had no choice but to turn to Rolf at the end, and explained helplessly:
“I know, they’re difficult, right? Totally inconsiderate of other people’s feelings.”
But Rolf walked past him expressionlessly, without even looking at Doyle.
"by"
D.D was left alone to rub his nose awkwardly and laugh at himself in the air:
“It’s okay, I’m fine, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Rolf, and it’s a pleasure to work with you.”
His answer was a disdainful snort from Jenny the Black Horse.
At the front of the team, Huaiya took a deep breath.
“But I know, Your Highness, even if Mariko does not agree to your conditions,” the attendant smiled:
"You won't let those guards be wronged for no reason, right?"
Tyle paused.
He was slightly lost in thought and didn't know what to think.
The next second, the prince sneered noncommittally:
“Who knows?”
Huaiya was startled.
Thales didn’t say much. He took long strides and walked forward.
Huaiya looked at the prince’s back and couldn’t help but say:
"strangeness."
“What’s wrong?” Glover, who was worried, asked casually.
Waia shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he looked at Thales’ back:
“I just feel that something is wrong with Your Highness.”
Rolf snorted disdainfully and made a rude gesture.
Glover said: "Why?"
Huaiya hesitated for a second and said:
“If he had asked that question before, he would have smiled easily and said ‘of course’.”
“And never hesitated.”
Rolf was slightly startled.
Glover was thoughtful.
Fuxing Palace, royal guard duty quarters.
“The alarm in the palace has been off for an hour, and no one has come to report to you for a long time.”
Royal Guard Watchman, Tormund Mallos gently put down his yerba mate and said calmly:
“At least tell me what’s going on outside?”
“For example, there was a fire in Fuxing Palace?”
Opposite him, Vogel Tallen, deputy captain of the guard and chief flag officer, opened the next document.
“Don’t worry about the daily drills of the Guards,” the Deputy Guard Captain said without raising his head.
“We haven’t finished the work here yet on the defense and guarding of Mindis Hall. Have you arranged the arrangements in accordance with the regulations of the royal guard?”
Marius raised his head, and the polyphonic array on the wall continued to operate, shining brightly.
“The daily drill requires thirty people, fully armed, to block the door of the watch room, surround the two of us, and not allow us to enter or leave?”
There was silence in the room for a while.
Vogel laughed and said lightly:
“We need to practice answering questions in all situations.”
All situations.
Marios narrowed his eyes: "Even me?"
Vogel raised his gaze and looked directly at the opponent:
"especially you."
especially you.
Marius closed his eyes and took a long breath.
“Tell me,” the watchman said helplessly:
“He didn’t go to assassinate His Majesty, did he?”
Vogel’s fingers froze as he turned the pages of the document.
“It’s actually not that difficult to guess,” Mallos stretched out his hand and closed the cover of the document while answering the other person’s surprise:
"Other than the prince raising an army to rebel, I can't think of any other reason why I want to lock up his captain here like a thief and let you keep me nagging."
Vogel’s expression was expressionless.
Marius sighed:
“Well, that kid shouldn’t be that stupid, but who knows, he was taught by people from the North.”
Marius looked at Vogel seriously: "Listen, if the situation gets out of hand, you're going to need me."
The two people in the guard room were silent for a long time.
“Okay, I can let you go.”
Marius’s eyes lit up.
“As long as you answer me truthfully.”
Vogel looked at the polyphonic array on the wall and made up his mind.
“That child...”
“It’s your Majesty’s…”
“Is it biological blood?”
Marius suddenly raised his eyes!
Biological blood.
“What’s wrong, Your Highness?”
Marius spoke faster and pressed:
“Is he still alive?”
The watchman's reaction and attitude made Vogel frown.
“If he is not his biological son, then he is...”
Vogel paused for a moment, stared at his opponent, and said tentatively:
“Is it the blood of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Midir?”
Crown Prince of Midir.
Marius was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he exhaled and laughed loudly.
He leaned back in his chair.
“So, he is safe?”
“Whether he is safe or not has a lot to do with it,” Vogel persisted:
"answer me."
Marius chuckled and looked back at him with a playful look.
“His Royal Highness Midir died eighteen years ago, that is, in the year 660 of the End Calendar,” the watchman looked directly at Vogel:
“As for the child, he is fourteen years old this year.”
Eighteen years ago.
Fourteen.
Vogel reacted with some inexplicable embarrassment.
“Okay, then let’s”
boom!
The door to the watch room was knocked open.
Marius and Vogel both turned their heads, one relieved, the other displeased.
Flag officer Weah walked in with a sad look on his face: "Sir"
“I told you not to disturb,” Vogel said unhappily.
The expression on the flag-bearing officer's face was even more ugly. He nodded mechanically and stepped out of the way.
“That’s it?”
Prince Thales stepped into the room, surprising the two people sitting across from him and standing up at the same time.
“It’s just such a crappy place,” Thales frowned and said:
“You guys are so good at talking, aren’t you?”
Behind him, the heads of Doyle, Cohen, Wyatt and others grew out of the door frame, curiously looking at the watch room where only senior officers could come to rest.
“Your Highness.”
Vogel is a little unbelievable:
“You...are well.”
Tales waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
“Your Highness.”
Marius looked calmly:
“Have fun?”
Thales snorted coldly and gave him a white eye.
“Why are you so stunned?” The prince waved his hand and turned to leave:
"go home!"
Marius raised his eyebrows at Vogel, indicating that he had no choice.
Vogel reacted and spoke forcefully:
“Your Highness.”
“The paperwork for the Flag Wing has not yet been completed.”
Vogel came to Thales and blocked his way:
“This is an important tradition of the royal guard. It is related to the safety of the royal family. Please understand.”
Thales raised the corners of his lips.
"Who is that?"
“The big villain of the Guards, you see, even Marius can’t do anything to him...”
“What will your Highness do?”
“For a silver coin, I bet he will do something hard, such as threatening his family...”
“Then I bet on the weak one...”
The sound of chirping came from behind.
Thales’ face froze, and he turned back sharply!
Several heads growing on the door frame disappeared.
The surroundings are quiet.
The prince turned back to look at the flag officer:
“What if I don’t understand?”
Vogel suppressed the anger in his heart, bowed, and said with a smile:
“Your Highness, allow me to introduce you to the polyphony array.”
Thales followed his gaze to the wall and discovered the strange, shimmering magic circle.
Magic.
It’s magic again.
Inexplicable irritability came over my heart.
“It is recording everything we are saying at this moment, word for word,” Vogel said, neither humble nor arrogant, using words appropriately:
“Passed down to future generations, leaving it for comment.”
Thales frowned.
“Later generations?”
Vogel nodded:
“Although the polyphonic stone used for recording is an extremely rare consumable, over the hundreds of years of history, many kings’ wills and testaments have been left in this way.”
He narrowed his eyes:
“Many historians wrote books and biographies for the ancestors of the stars and passed them down to all generations. This is also the source.”
Writing books and biographies, spreading them to all generations...
Thales was paused when he heard the words, and subconsciously adjusted his collar.
"Glover, Doyle, please accompany His Highness back first," Marius said, calmly:
“I’ll be there soon.”
“It won’t be long.”
Zombies and D.D were about to enter the room, but Vogel turned his head and stared back.
Marius and Vogel's eyes met in the air.
If there is lightning.
Tales paused while adjusting his fingers on his collar.
“Reverberation array? So, no matter what I say now,” the young man turned around slowly:
“Behind me, the kings and queens of hundreds and thousands of years, can they all hear it?”
Vogel nodded happily:
“Yes, so for the sake of safety, Your Highness, you might as well go first...”
“Okay.” Thales sighed and walked towards the wall.
Vogel couldn’t help laughing when he saw this:
“You cannot disassemble it without reasonable means...”
But Thales just put his palms in front of his mouth, aimed at the magic circle, and took a deep breath.
"My descendants, listen carefully, listen, listen..."
Vogel was confused.
Marius's expression changed, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.
Tales called out the Sin of Hell River, focusing on his vocal cords and throat, and his voice became louder and louder.
“Listen…listen…listen…”
The next second, he looked ferocious and roared:
“Listen to what you are saying, what a stupid thing”
The guard room was not big, and the sound was as deafening as thunder. The lights in the room trembled, and even the yerba mate in the cup was spilled.
The roar fell and the room fell into silence. Only the lingering sound outside the corridor shocked the palace.
The light of the magic circle flashed several times, became much dimmer, and was dying.
Tales exhaled a breath.
After roaring this voice that will be known for eternity, he felt refreshed and relaxed.
The prince straightened his appearance, turned around with satisfaction, and faced the two men who had already been petrified and several stone heads on the door frame. He was gentle and graceful: