Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 137: Sharpen the knife

　　Star Lake Fort, in the wide Starlight Courtyard—commonly known as the lumberyard—soldiers, guards, workers, farmers, and many people gathered together to enclose a clearing with a warm atmosphere.

　　"Go up, go up, go up! Give her a hard blow, yes, that's it, float-wow, this fall is hard enough! It's okay, believe in yourself young man, get up, get up and beat her! Ah yo you This sword is so soft, is it always like this? Is it because the life is too beautiful or is it looking forward to my wife's derailment?"

　　 In the middle of the clearing, Miranda Allende's figure flexibly turns between the two fighters-she is in a one-to-two unfair duel with the guards of the Star Lake Guard, Nehy and Bastiya . The young trainee vanguard officers continued their offensive and courage as always, while the tower-like guards stood firm and drip-proof.

　　 "Who else, the iron barrel or the iron tower?" On the wooden watchtower, Sonya, the fortress flower, leaned out half of her body against the railing, shook her arms enthusiastically, cheering for the battle below. "Don't be stunned, pick up the hammer and hit her head desperately! Hey, yeah—what, this is the right head? Can you get into the pit when you pee?"

　　 In the warehouse on the second floor, Thales sat by the window, oiling and maintaining the ancient sword "Warner" while watching the battle with interest.

　　 He quickly realized that even though he was one enemy and two, Miranda was the one who led the battle.

　　The female swordsman of Arund’s family deliberately encouraged Nexi to continue the attack, consuming his physical strength, and at the same time forced Bastia to use her position as a shield to stop Nexi’s fierce offensive, but Nexi and Ba The two of Stia cooperated with the jerky, tied hands and feet, and did not see the advantage of double flanking.

　　 In this way, Miranda has the leeway to control the rhythm of the entire duel, and as the battle progresses, it becomes more and more handy.

　　 She is different-the information from the **** sensory feedback made Thales judge: Compared to seven years ago, her movement steps are messy and random, and no longer reflect the obvious rhythm and style, but regardless of Nirvana Xi is still Bastiya. When they take the initiative to attack, they will find that they are in the worst time and position, giving Miranda the greatest opportunity.

　　 It’s as if it’s not Miranda taking the initiative, but the opponents rushing forward, shaping the fighting environment and situation, and stimulating a bunch of messy and meaningless notes into a lively and orderly movement, waiting Miranda played off the court.

　　 "She's diligent," Thales stopped her work, a little lost. "Seven years ago, she could clearly see the style of the northern offensive and defensive faction in her movements. The stress turned the tide of battle in an instant, but now..."

　　 "No, although the style of the End Tower's Pegasus series is quite influential, she still has the foundation of the Northern School," Mallos sat beside Thales, grinding a hand without raising his head. Dagger, "It's just from the superficial tactical style that it is concealed into the deeper strategic style. If you look at it more, you will know."

　　 is here again, Xingchen Wang Yuyan.

　　 Thales murmured sarcastically: "So, you see a lot?"

　　"It's okay," Mallos replied calmly, "When I was a hairy boy trainee, I did record work."

　　"So, which battle impressed you the most?"

　　 "Here."

　　 Thales raised his head.

　　 Mallos moves non-stop, but only changes the side and continues to sharpen the blade:

　　"A long time ago, a master in Star Lake Castle competed with a senior in the Royal Guard. I was ordered to act as an assistant for the banner officer, listening to his explanation and observing the records."

　　The master of Star Lake Fort, the senior of the Royal Guard.

　　 Thales narrowed his eyes.

　　"Limited by conditions, they did not move their hands, they only moved on the flat ground to replace offense and defense. The power of ending is more like a flash in the pan, and they stopped abruptly when they were still in the mood, so they could not enjoy themselves."

　　 Mallos's eyes are slightly stagnant:

　　"But in those short twelve seconds, the two of them advanced and retreated, back and forth, and every detail reached the peak or even higher level in the extreme realm, enough for me to remember for a lifetime."

　　 Thales was waiting to be asked, when he heard a boo in the crowd:

　　 Miranda drew his sword and turned around, the crowd consciously separated a path for her to leave.

　　 Behind her, Neshi and Bastiya fell to the ground, one exhausted and the other with a swollen nose and swollen nose.

　　"The victory is divided, Your Highness," Mallos didn't look back, "Now, follow the instructions I have taught you, and concentrate on maintaining your weapons."

　　 Order was restored on the training ground, everyone returned to their positions, practiced practice, and on-duty duty. Only in a small corner, several Star Lake guards gathered together for a heated discussion about this wonderful asymmetry. The fighting spirit is still unfinished.

　　 "Quickly, quickly, the winner is divided, I would like to bet," Doyle squeezed past the crowd with a righteous expression, but showed a purse under his elbow, "Before Mallos came down-- Don't be scammed, I will remember who has placed a lot."

　　 "Damn it, you can lose after two hits and one, it's dysfunctional." Fulateng counted out a few coins with heartache and threw them into D.D's purse.

　　 Other people who lost the bet-including Rolf who grumbled dissatisfiedly-reluctantly paid out and stuffed their coins into their pockets.

　　 "I know she is in Broken Dragon Fortress, belonging to the flower of the fortress," Paul Bozdorf, son of the Earl of Black Lion, calmly handed out a gold coin, "but I didn't expect—no need to find—she With one enemy and two, you can't actually let the wind fall."

　　 "You bastards, how do you know that you want to hold her?" Kusta asked unhappy.

　　 "It is obvious that she killed someone and had a lot of blood on her sword." In front of the team, Glover rejected the coin that DD had handed him. He looked at Miranda's away back, his eyes sharp, and he was eager to try. "A lot."

　　 "Chief Miranda's swordsmanship is quite profound, I had learned it before - but it is still wrong to gamble." Wiya looked around nervously.

　　 "I don't know the girl from Arund's family, but I saw Lao Kong taking her in, so..." Logistics officer Piloga shrugged.

　　 "Um, I don't actually know Miss Arund, but when the flower of the fortress makes them two-to-one, I know that Nehy will lose, don't ask why--" Kong of the winner Muto coughed, he saw the gray-headed Nexi coming sullenly, and immediately stepped forward to comfort him: "Hey, Nexi! It's a good fight, but it's just a little bit less lucky. Keep going! By the way, I will treat you tonight!"

　　The D.D who pretends to be indifferent above the waist, and counts money happily below the waist is the shortest:

　　 "His Royal Highness Thales is on it, staring at the girl."

　　 Everyone looked at him together.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　Doyle raised his eyebrows and hurriedly put away the purse, taking it for granted: "This is very telling, okay—His Royal Highness is finally starting to pay attention to women!"

　　 The crowd booed in disdain.

　　 "You better not let your highness, let alone Miss Miranda hear you," Wiya sighed and shook his head, "This is a talk of experience."

　　 "Of course." D.D pouched his pockets smartly and vigorously.

　　 In the warehouse on the second floor, Thales, who had heard this through the senses of hell, turned his head indifferently:

　　 "Tor, how many people in the Star Lake Guard can beat Miranda?"

　　 "I don't know-why Thor?"

　　 "Tormond's nickname-guess what."

　　"The nickname must also be approved by me-after all, the people of the Star Lake Guard have not directly fought Miss Arund, and the battle is also very affected by the environment," Mallos sharpened the knife meticulously. There are one-on-one in the arena, with a fair match between moves and moves. I dare say that Glover and Doyle, who have received strict knight training, can be worthy of a battle with Miss Arund."

　　 Thales raised his eyebrows:

　　"D.D? Is he so fierce?"

　　 Mallos didn't answer, just glanced at the corner of his mouth.

　　" But if DD is allowed to encounter Miss Aaron in the battle of life and death in the wilderness," the watchman puts down the sharpened blade and cleans up the debris on the table, "I hope she can be kind and give him Happy."

　　 "So exaggerated?"

　　 Thales frowned, but his eyes rolled:

　　 "What about you? You, against Miranda?"

　　 Mallos took out the knife oil, and smiled at the words:

　　 "Miss Arund and I... well, let's get away at fifty-five."

　　 "Wow, Thor, your face is so long."

　　 "Excuse me?"

　　 "Oh, the face is long, I mean, literally."

　　 "His Royal Highness, if you say that, I'm even more curious about what you mean literally."

　　 "Don't, know that'curiosity kills Thor'."

　　 "Thank you for your teachings, I dare not forget it."

　　 Thales made a mocking snort, but the next second, he suddenly spoke:

　　 "Do you know in advance that he is coming?"

　　The problem was caught off guard, and Mallos paused when he was oiling the knife.

　　 "Know what? Who is coming? What are you coming for?" Mallos continued his work, with a calm tone and no waves.

　　 Tormund Mallos.

　　 Thales looked at the most unpredictable watchman in front of him, recalled the moment they met for the first time, and pondered the identity and position of the captain of the guard.

　　 He is a personal guard appointed by King Kessel, a guard appointed by the royal guard, and the highest-ranking person around him.

　　 But, Mallos, what role will he ultimately play between himself and the king? Servant? protector? Teacher? Watcher? Or is it——

　　 Betrayer?

　　 Thales stared at Mallos for a long time, and finally shook his head: "Nothing. Then you know, what am I doing now?"

　　 Mallos’ complexion remains unchanged, calm:

　　 "Knife sharpening-you have to learn to maintain your weapons."

　　 looked at him, and listened to his ambiguous answer, Thales had to sigh and handed the well-oiled alerter to Mallor for inspection.

　　 "Well, Thor, let me ask: Who can you trust in the Star Lake Guards now?"

　　 Hearing this nickname, Mallos also sighed and took the Empire Sword. He had no choice but to check Thales’ maintenance work:

　　 "Anyone who can trust... Why do you ask me this?"

　　 Thales raised eyebrows:

　　 "Because I paid your salary?"

　　 In the face of Thales’s shifting focus, Mallos obviously wanted to discuss more about the question of "Whether it is you or your dad who pays the salary", but the Duke's stern eyes made him dispel this idea.

　　 The watchman raised his head and sighed.

　　 "Anyone I can trust? Your Highness, do you mean that you believe that they will nod and bow their heads and work hard, or do you believe that they can go through the fire and water?"

　　 "If it's the former?"

　　 Mallos's long sword waved, and his expression was grave: "The Star Lake Guard is a carefully selected elite in the Royal Guard. Most of them have the title of Royal Seal Knight. They are all great heroes."

　　 nodded and bowed down to work hard, he is a great hero...

　　 It depends on your guards, the group of defenses that are useless. You can't even find the prince being beaten on the balcony?

　　 Thales nodded, his expression is quite intriguing:

　　 "What about the latter?"

　　 "Oh," Mallos instantly regained his indifference: "Toledo, Tang Xin, and Cui Fanov of the command wing, they are my old subordinates. The pioneer wing Glover is okay, maybe there is Morgan ……"

　　 "Morgan, is that veteran with a stinky face all day long? Where did he serve before?"

　　"The throat-cutting guard with a blade collar. Yes, there are not many when he is not angry, but fortunately he is also not responsible for warming your bed."

　　 "Warm the bed, really?"

　　"In the guard wing, I can single out Bastiya and Kusta, and D.D can barely count as an addition..."

　　 "Does D.D count as well?"

　　"Forgive me for being obtuse, I can’t tell if you are in a panic or a surprise. In addition, Vincenzo Italiano of the logistics wing can be used, as well as Francisco Capone of the penalty wing. "

　　 chanting these names, Thales scratched his chin.

　　" Among your old men, the Attendant Caso and the dumb-thank you, I know his name is Rolf-both are good, as well as Willow, just don’t let him do errands that require brains. Well, in fact, don't entrust him with any messenger except to die."

　　 just such a few people.

　　 is going to take down the Emerald City.

　　 is really reassuring!

　　 Thales breaks his hands and counts, smiling all over his face:

　　 "Well, it sounds great. Is there such a thing, if, if, the kind of person who raises the flag for the sake of the master and is not afraid of losing his head?"

　　 Mallius looked at the ancient sword of the Empire without raising his head:

　　"How much did you drink last night?"

　　 Thales pretended not to hear, picked up the rag and began to wipe his hands:

　　"Very good, then bring all the above-mentioned manpower with you, and then pick a few ‘good guys’, leave the guards, and be prepared, we will go out far away."

　　 Mallos was not surprised by the wording of "going far away", and his words were calm:

　　"As you wish. No other people? The maid? The chef? The groom? The private soldier of the star? And the grandma of Valencia?"

　　 "It’s not that I don’t want to take it," Thinking of the mammy’s cat-catching stick, Thales let out a sigh of relief: "Let’s put it this way, if... The guy who can run."

　　 Mallos nodded: "Then I suggest taking Oscarson from Pioneer Wing. He is a southerner and is more familiar with the climate and terrain."

　　 Thales frowned: "I didn't say we were going to the south."

　　"Well, that must be a mistake in my memory," Mallos squeezed the alerter in his hand: "Then don't take him."

　　 Thales stared at him, and after a few seconds he still sighed:

　　 "Forget it, you... take it."

　　 "Yes, Your Highness."

　　 Mallos played a sword flower and put the alerter into the scabbard: "Then, this martial arts class ends here—you have done a good job of maintenance, I mean, there is still some unevenness in thickness, but At least get started."

　　 Thales stood up to pick up his sword, but paused the moment the scabbard was pressed in his palm.

　　 "I found that I missed one question, Tormund."

　　 Thank goodness, Mallos was thankful that he didn't call Thor.

　　 "I am happy to answer, Your Highness."

　　 Thales raised his head and looked directly at Mallos:

　　 "Is this scabbard easy to use?"

　　 Mallos frowned slightly.

　　 Thales pointed to the scabbard that contained the alerter, meaning: "After all, the ancient sword cannot escape its scabbard."

　　 Mallos was silent, rubbing his fingers on the scabbard.

　　 "It looks like good leather, but you know it after you use it."

　　 But Thales stared at him tightly:

　　 "Then I'll tell you the truth, among so many guards, Tormund Mallos, can I trust you?"

　　 Mallos glanced sharply.

　　 At that moment, the two people in the warehouse stood opposite each other, and both stretched out their right hands, holding the ancient sword "Warning" that lay across them.

　　 Mallos was expressionless and was silent for a long time.

　　 Finally, he opened the scabbard lightly:

　　 "Maybe you should ask the other way around-can you not believe me?"

　　 Thales stared at him for a long time, sighed and took the alerter.

　　 "I hope you can make the sword match your sarcasm, my dear guard."

　　 "Then you can underestimate me."

　　"Oh? Could it be that you are actually not weak in swordsmanship, but you just hide it deeply?"

　　 "No, I mean, I'm sarcastic about your ability, I just made it less than half."

　　 Thales pursed his lips, speechless for a while.

　　 "It just so happens that I also have a question for you."

　　 Mallos turned around, put away the sharpened short knife on the table, and inserted it into the scabbard on his chest:

　　"When you have a late-night tryst, you don’t like to go to the front door, and would rather go through the window and climb to the top?"

　　 At that moment, Thales, who was holding the alerter, froze.

　　 I saw Mallos squinting his eyes and raising his arms:

　　 "I remember I told you, that ‘air corridor’ will one day turn you into a meatloaf?"

　　 Thales stared, and blinked his eyelids with all his strength:

　　 "You, you, me, I don't understand too much..."

　　 "Oscarson and DD are just clear whistle," Mallos looked calm, "Just when you met the flower of the fortress, that is, Lady Satherley, the commanding wing of Italiano was going deeper. The place was on duty as a secret post. He saw you clearly in the binoculars, and immediately reported to me."

　　Fuck.

　　 He really knows, it's not cheating me!

　　 Thales was furious in his heart.

　　 Mallos snorted slightly:

　　 "Wait, Your Highness, you are not really stupid enough to think that the defense of Star Lake Castle is useless?"

　　 Then who knows.

　　 right, dumb dumb?

　　 Thales reacted and coughed.

　　 "When, of course not. Well, I know that you are close by, so I feel relieved."

　　 But Thales remembered something, his expression changed:

　　 "Wait, so you must have seen Sonia act on me, but indifferent?"

　　 "Do it?" Mallos looked calm and breezy, "Sorry, your reputation, we all thought it was your new trick."

　　 This pen is so annoying.

　　 Thales suppressed the desire to growl:

　　 "Why do I have such a hunch: One day I will be killed by you?"

　　 "Actually, Your Highness, I think this should be my line."

　　 It would be great if it was.

　　 Thales smiled sarcastically, waved and turned around.

　　 Okay, this is how it is arranged.

　　 Next, he is going to the South Bank...

　　 "So, your highness, from now on--"

　　 "Okay, okay, okay, I know, I won't climb the wall anymore, I swear, next time I want to be a woman, I will just go out from the front door with a gong and drums..."

　　 "I asked Tang Xin to pull a safety rope outside the window."

　　 Mallos’s voice sounded behind him: "Before climbing the wall next time, remember to tie it up."

　　 safety rope.

　　 Thales' hand stopped in the air.

　　 he turned his head in a daze:

　　"Safety rope? Tormund, you..."

　　 Mallos sighed helplessly.

　　 "We have been together for a while, Your Highness, I know I can't stop you from being stupid, stupid, sick, scourge..."

　　 Thales turned black.

　　 Okay, this pen is really annoying.

　　"...It's like there was no way to stop you from getting out of the carriage that day, or desperately rushing out to find someone to fight."

　　 "But I don't want to order a coffin for you, your majesty, or for me, for anyone in this castle."

　　 Thales frowned.

　　 "So, before leaving this far door, if you can be merciful and pitiful for us," Mallos took his arms and pointed out the window with his thumb, "Safety rope?"

　　 Mallos said, tapping his chin and turning away.

　　 Looking at his back, Thales was in a complicated mood for a while and didn't know how to react.

　　 Thales lowered his head and looked at the alerter in his hand.

　　The scabbard is the right size and fits in the hand.

　　 I think it’s the same when the sword is out of the sheath?

　　 Thales took a deep breath.

　　 "Hey."

　　 Thales stopped Mallos.

　　"After returning from the Fuxing Palace, I have never had a chance to say it, but...thank you, Thor."

　　 Damn it.

　　 Mallos sighed: Why did the title change back?

　　 Thales walks forward, flat his mouth:

　　 "I know, I'm a hard-to-serve boss, impulsive, naive, self-righteous, always making stupid decisions to embarrass you, it can almost be said to be terrible."

　　 "You can remove "almost"." Mallos' expression remained unchanged.

　　This pen...

　　 Thales smoothed out the squeezed eyebrows, and took a deep breath:

　　 "But, thank you for your continued help, you will... cover the bottom for me."

　　 Thales swallowed.

　　 Fortunately, I didn’t blurt out "wiping my ass."

　　 Damn secret science.

　　 Mallos looked at him, with doubts in his eyes.

　　 Thales tried hard to speak: "Especially the day I broke into the Fuxing Palace, thank you for the manpower and plans you left for me, thank you for reminding me before entering the palace, and... the future affairs, all of this. , And so on."

　　 Mallos frowned and looked at him—as if he was looking at a neurosis.

　　 Thales forced a smile.

　　 Well, he is not suitable for saying these sensational things.

The Duke 　　 had a stiff smile, spread his hands, and mechanically turned and left:

　　 "Anyway, thank you."

　　 "And the previous royal banquet." Mallos spoke suddenly.

　　 Thales turned halfway around and paused:

　　 "What?"

　　 I saw Mallos exhale from his nose: "You should thank me for the thing, you have to add this one."

　　 Thales reacted and coughed awkwardly:

　　 "Oh, yes, and this one, uh, thank you."

　　 "And the days in Min Disi Hall."

　　 Thales had to nod in agreement: "There are still days in Mindis Hall."

　　"And the day when I returned from the Western Wilderness."

　　 Thales closed his eyes and sighed: "There will be the day when Xihuang came back."

　　"And the management affairs of Xinghubao."

　　 Thales repeats dumbly: "There is also the management affairs of Star Lake Castle."

　　 "There is--"

　　 "You have enough, wow," Thales finally couldn't bear it, "how far will I count?"

　　 Mallos smiled.

　　 "You are welcome, Your Highness, this is my responsibility."

　　 His smile at this moment is very much like his usual professional smile with politeness and a touch of irony.

　　 is very similar.

　　 "I don't dare to thank you so much." The watchman said lightly and turned away.

　　 Thank you for being paralyzed.

　　 Thales rolled his eyes at his back, and swallowed "Then I will ask you this time" into his stomach, and by the way, he will be grateful for the little bit of gratitude and a little bit of guilt to the watchman. Throw them into the bottom of the prison river, praying that they will never be overborn.

　　 Mallos is very efficient. It was only the next day that everyone knew that His Royal Highness Thales was about to leave to lead a visit on the South Bank. The entire Star Lake Fortress was put into operation. Everyone was busy preparing for the Duke’s trip. Many people began to wonder about the goals and affairs of the Duke’s trip. Unfortunately, these top secrets were only buried in the deepest part of the Star Lake Fort. The informant BB can only know one or two.

　　 But Thales didn't expect that after the news of the Duke's trip came out, it would be this person who came first to look for him.

　　 "It's nothing more than the flower of the fortress, she also considers herself very high, as rumored to be difficult to approach."

　　 At the door of the Duke’s room, patrolling the son of the Earl of Black Lion passing by, Paul Bozdorf sighed as he looked at the cold back of the room entering the room, "I'm still thinking about greetings."

　　 While biting the sausage, D.D closed the door and shook his head to deny:

　　 "No, no, no, it's not arrogance, and it's not that strangers stay away. Trust me, you don’t like to put on a bad face when you are not born."

　　D.D swallows the meat sausage hard:

　　" For girls at this age, the unpretentious color and coldness are compelling choices, and they are also the best and most direct protection—especially those women who have to work with men, compared to being approachable and smiling, so Doing so can save a lot of unnecessary trouble."

　　Paul frowned

　　 "How do you know?"

　　 Doyle stroked his hair and flung in a chic gesture: "I hope I don't know, but I can't help it. I'm so talented."

　　Paul sneered and shook his head.

　　 "You know the girl's mind so much, it should have been easier for you to like it, it's popular," Paul stared at him, "but why did I get to the royal capital, the circles say you are exaggerated and wandering , So notorious, the unmarried girls of good people keep away from you?"

　　D.D heard this, his smile stiffened.

　　 But in just two seconds, his expression changed, and he turned around to wink his eyebrows:

　　 "Hey, that's good if you don't know a mature woman."

　　Paul was speechless for a while.

　　 "But, she is not married after all, "Paul is in deep thought." At this time, I went to look for His Royal Highness Thales in private. It’s a bit..."

　　D.D's face was awkward.

　　"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. Ha, I asked Huaia—well, it’s "True Huaia", oh you don’t know what a true Huaia is, it’s okay, it’s Huaia—first of all They are old acquaintances and once fought together."

　　"Secondly~IndoMTL.com~I believe you can also see that she is not the daughter who only has love in her mind."

　　Doyle blinked, chew, chew, and swallow the last bite of meat sausage, with confidence and decisiveness:

　　"So I'm sure one thing: when she and His Royal Highness meet at this point, they will never talk about the personalities of Surisu's children, marriage and love!"

　　In the room.

　　 "Miranda?"

　　 Thales, who was copying the sunset scriptures, was surprised and delighted when he saw the visitor.

　　 In front of him, the cold female swordsman unhesitatingly picked up the cup of tea he hadn’t had time to drink on the desk:

　　 "Ms."

　　 "What?"

　　"It's Ms. Allende," Miranda said coldly, "You are a prince, so you should call it decently."

　　 Thales' face turned black.

　　Really? Do it again?

　　I am not enough after your blue basin friends have been cleaned up, you want too?

　　"Well, the respected Lady Miranda Allende, the daughter of the Duke of the North, the glorious descendant of the Snow Eagle family, the proud head of the Pegasus of the End Tower, the sword of Neverwinter in the cold fort, the sky of the Broken Dragon Fortress Flying falcon," Thales had to push away the scripture, leaned back, and raised his feet on the carpenter's newly made chair, and said with a helpless and bored smile:

　　"You come here, what can I do for you?"

　　 Miranda put down the tea cup blankly and stood in front of his desk, like a sharp blade in the snow.

　　 "Yes."

　　 Miranda stared at him firmly, the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

　　 a few seconds later, she took a deep breath, her eyes firm:

　　 "Do you want to marry me?"

　　 With a bang, the chair legs shattered, and Thales slammed onto the floor firmly.

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