Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 23: Variants

When the watchman's voice fell, Zoneved would let go and attack at the right time!

Clang!

Thyls took the first cross split.

But Zonevide felt it was not right.

The look in the prince's eyes...it seems a little, floating?

At this moment, Thales was thinking about something.

Thanks to Mallos' explanation, the boy understood something.

No wonder, it's no wonder that in Zoneved's offense, he will have a strange sense of familiarity.

That's it.

This is... a battle with the northern style.

Tyles exhaled and surged-he thought he would never have-a faint nostalgia for those "beaten lessons" in the Palace of Valor.

In his not-so-long life, but definitely a wealth of combat experience, there are only three people who really have an impact on his sword-holding skills through prescribing and teaching.

One woman and two men.

Including Black Sword.

In reality, Thales adjusted his footsteps, holding Zoneved’s next sword in the sense of hell.

But his thoughts seem to be moving in the turbulent rush of the river of prison at another time.

Black Sword, this mere mortal is facing the magician, facing the disaster, facing the inhuman beings like Ashida and Giza, facing the almost hopeless battle, but miraculously struggling to be born, Even with a weird sword in his hand, he abruptly cut the chance of victory.

Later, I recalled that every decision of Black Sword in battle, every choice, every action, and the superhuman qualities and amazing wisdom displayed in it, could deeply shock Thales.

But the opponents Black Sword faces are too rare to be an example.

But another person who influenced him the most...

Tyles struggled to stop Zoneved’s stabbing, and his muscles groaned in pain in the increasingly unfavorable battle.

Meteor.

Thyls thought silently.

Yes.

Seri Nicolai, this guy who has been cursed by Thales thousands of times, can be said to have opened another door for him.

Tyles witnessed the extreme **** battle on the waste stone ground.

Meteor, this man is at a disadvantage from the beginning to the end against the equally skilled and dangerous deadly crow (perhaps with Thales and Yordel).

He was severely injured, was on the brink of desperation, was at a disadvantage, and was nearly defeated several times.

But in the end, Exeter's former head of the Blade Guard, still surreal...returning defeat to victory.

Thyls dodged Zoneved's vigorous slashing sharply, shaking the shield in his hand, shaking away from the opponent's attack.

This makes Zonevede feel a little uncomfortable:

The prince's defense this time seemed to be effective, not as strenuous as before.

But Thales is still thinking.

Meteor.

He didn't rely on strength to win.

It is patience, calmness, tenacity, observation and analysis.

On the most unfavorable battlefield, what Nicolai did was not a mad and desperate battle between trapped beasts.

On the contrary, with extraordinary patience and perseverance, he took every shot of Monty’s crossbow, tenaciously withstanding the pressure of absolute disadvantage, calmly defending every opponent’s inevitable attack, and watching at the very moment The unique fighting and habits of the Dead Crow, analyze the enemy's most likely choice in each situation.

In the end, the meteorite succeeded in one blow and countered his opponent.

Perhaps—Tyles thought in a daze—maybe Nicolai got this famous nickname, one of the top five fighters in Exeter, not just because he was lucky to kill Hora. Si Canxing.

Yes.

Meteor.

Thyls suddenly realized that the person who had influenced his fighting style the most was the one he hated the most-the Northlander.

Thyls instinctively raised his shield to attack and collided with Zoneved's blade. Suddenly he felt something and subconsciously added the long sword, forcing the latter to give up an attack in surprise and defend with the horizontal sword.

No, more than that.

More than just witnessing that battle.

Also include...

Tyles recalled the past, in every outdoor training class, Nicolai showed his skills unreservedly, and triumphantly bullied him to tears, only to be beaten and not fight back.

Selma couldn't bear it, gritted her teeth while watching the star man.

But...

But every time he faces a meteorite, whether it is for survival, for face, or not to be beaten so miserably, when he struggles to survive under the opponent's claws...

Clang!

Tyles' longsword once again fought with Zoneved's weapon.

But at this moment, Thales closed his eyes.

Zoneved who was close to him noticed this and couldn't help being shocked.

The crime of the prison river surged over the boy's body.

The senses of **** become more sensitive.

Time seems to slow down.

At that moment, Thales slowly realized it.

The point where Zone Verde fought with him, their swords.

The power of the end of the two sides surged upwards, stalemate at that point.

One side is endless, and the offensive is surging.

One side is firm, tenacious and tenacious.

Thyls can feel it, no matter what he does: press forward, attack, withdraw the sword, retreat...

Zonevede's end power will gain momentum and attack without any respite, leaving no respite.

And he can't resist.

What to do?

What to do?

In that second moment, Thales still closed his eyes, relying on the feedback from the senses of **** and the sin of the river to feel all this.

He cocked his mouth slightly.

The boy understands.

He, Thales Canxing.

He is not a strong monster, a genius with delicate skills, or a masterful technique ("Come on, you can kill them all by letting out the magic power!"-the darkness that fists and roars deep inside Little Thales) is the protagonist of a knight novel.

He can't control the enemy with a single blow like Yordel, can't turn corruption into surprise like a black sword, can't change as rapidly as Nicolai, and can't control the battle like a penalty knight. , Handy.

But he has at least one other-although Thales himself is not willing to admit-advantage:

Beat.

Yes.

Although it is not very nice.

But...

Being beaten up a lot, you will naturally develop a sad intuition:

What kind of feeling the fists and swords that fall on you.

Which is only severe pain but not serious, which seems to be exaggerated but the effect is mediocre, which is extremely dangerous and possibly fatal.

And these beatings.

Can let him see from the enemy, from himself...

More things.

Including...how to fight back and win.

Just like the meteorite, how do they face the dead crow.

Sounds...somewhat familiar.

Thyls smiled leisurely.

That's right.

Isn't this...

Hell River’s crime roared frantically in his ear drums, as if the drums of war were sounded, urging Thales to continue fighting.

But Thales turned a deaf ear, and at this moment, scenes flashed through his mind.

Among the abandoned houses, the beggars are groping...

The vine grass manor, the moment before the vampire...

The political game in the Fuxing Palace, the Hall of Stars...

Isn't this...

Dragon City, a life of nine deaths in the shield area...

The Palace of Valor, the Jedi strike in front of the five princes...

Above the desert, at the bottom of the black prison, he struggled in the dark...

Isn't this...

The corners of Thales's mouth are getting deeper and deeper.

Isn't this...

This is not the time since I came to this world, faced with many disasters and obstacles...

He, how does Thales Canxing live?

Be beaten first and survive.

Upgrade again and find a chance to win.

Finally... pretend?

Beating, upgrading, pretending to be forced-Thales’ three-step strategy?

Thyls slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zoneved with a surprised expression during the almost paused time.

He smiled in his heart.

No, no, no, be serious, this is fighting.

To put it another way.

Speak nicely.

That is...

Get the enemy.

Check the enemy.

Control the enemy.

Thyls felt bright in his heart.

The crime of the river of prison is boiling, almost burning.

But in Thales' mind, the clue became clearer.

It seems that he is getting closer and closer to a certain target.

He knows.

This is his crime of Hell River.

His power to end.

His fighting style.

Or, as Ricky said...

It's himself.

It's Thales Canxing himself.

Still...

Thyls has a brainstorm.

This is just the basic quality that every strong man possesses...?

Receive the enemy, detect the enemy, and control the enemy.

In the next second, the crime of Hell River inside Thales exploded!

It's exuberant, excited, climbing to a climax.

Time seems to be back to normal at that moment!

The surprise on Zoneved’s face was fleeting, turning into serious and ferocious.

Thyls felt that at the point where the two swords intersected, the other's end power also roared!

Zoneved’s offensive has seen a resurgence.

But the prince just stepped and turned his wrist.

His long sword drew a circle in the air, strangling it along with the castration of Zoneved’s weapon!

The metal rubbed and made an unpleasant noise.

On the sidelines, Doyle, who was watching, couldn't help but let out a "Huh".

"This is..."

Between the electric light and flint, the two swords are separated, and Zoneved’s long sword strikes with indomitable momentum!

But Thales turned slightly, and his long sword flashed past, cutting forward!

On the training ground, the two figures overlapped.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The two stopped at the same time.

Only the guards who were watching let out a low exclamation.

Marius stared at the court intently, not even hearing the urging of people around him.

In the field, Thales was breathing heavily, feeling the guilt of the nearly dry infernal river rolling unwillingly.

He turned his eyes and found that he did not know when to start, the upper part of his shield had been shattered, and only half was still attached to his hand.

Zoneved's practice sword has stopped on his shoulders, the metal sword body is against his neck, and the touch on his skin is cold.

As for Thales’ sword, it passed Zoneved’s shoulder just a little bit, and stopped in the air.

It didn't work.

Feeling the soreness and numbness all over his body, Thales sighed.

He still lost.

The guards are getting louder and louder.

But right now.

"I lost."

In front of him, the neat knight in his 30s retracted his sword with great grace and nodded respectfully.

Thyls was puzzled.

"Although I have attacked your vitals, Your Highness, but that is because your practice shield has gone through many blows and cannot bear it."

Zoneved smiled friendly and pointed to the shield that was only half of Thales's hand.

He took a step back, sighed and touched his chest, a new scratch appeared on the leather armor.

"And before that, your sword's edge brushed my neck."

Thyls was taken aback.

Zoneved looked at Thales sincerely.

"Although it's just the back of the sword," Zoneved shook his head with a smile:

"But if I change the real sword, I lose."

There was a loud noise from the guards.

Thyls looked at him blankly.

A few seconds later, the boy shook his head, shaken off his perception of the first battle, and reacted.

"No, you played well, I have almost no strength to fight back."

Thyls sighed.

"In the end, you still have room to keep your hands--this proves that you are much better than me. You should be the winner,"

Zoneved bowed and didn't answer, just smiled and put down the practice sword, turned and left.

Yes.

Thyls awoke for a while.

He knew that no matter whether Piloga, Commuto or Zoneved, they were just training him, not to mention the difference in power status between them, let them all keep their hands and be merciful.

If you change the real sword...

Tyers felt the soreness and swelling of his arm, and looked at the black green on more than one place...

He has long since become a Wangzi sliced ​​cake.

In bulk.

The guards talked a lot, and Mallos turned around to discuss something with the flag officer next to him, and seemed to have no time to look back.

"He obviously was going to lose before, but I always feel a little bit..."

Off the court, Doyle looked back suspiciously, but Glover interrupted him.

"Listening and anticipation."

The vanguard officer nicknamed Zombie clasped his arms, his eyes like torches:

"Zoneved's offensive is fierce and unstoppable."

“Therefore, the kid learned the way of the logistics officer Piloga just now, using his defensive counterattack style, and the concept of being stronger and stronger, facing the offensive opponents."

"And find opportunities there."

Glover stared at Thales who was sitting down:

"It's just that the final strength is not enough."

"Unlucky."

Doyle looked terrified.

Piloga?

"Fuck, select materials on the spot, develop a strategy?"

Doyle was surprised to see Thales, who was digesting his combat experience:

"So, our Duke, your mind turns pretty fast?"

This time, Glover just shook his head and didn't reply.

Amid the constant discussion of the guards, Mallos finally recovered.

"So, who is next?"

The watchman asked lightly.

The guard who was still chattering excitedly fell silent for a moment.

Thyls, who could hear it, turned dark.

Still coming?

He is almost collapsed, okay?

"Lord Mallos!"

Thyls spoke indignantly.

"I heard you say so bluntly, you must be very skilled," Your Excellency rubbed the black green on his arm, gritted his teeth:

"Why don't you end yourself?"

Malles smiled slightly:

"Because I am not good at fighting personally, Your Highness."

Not good at fighting in person?

Thyls was taken aback, and then he thought of another watchman.

"Then why did they make you a watchman?"

Malos’ smile is still elegant:

"My strength lies in observation of the battlefield, decision-making and scheduling."

Thyls frowned.

"So what are you," Thales snorted, sarcastically:

"Magic version of Wang Yuyan?"

Malles squinted:

"What is the king?"

Tyles coughed:

"I mean, even if you are not sure about a rookie like me?"

Malles smiled slightly:

"I said, I don't know how to fight, if you are right with your Highness, then..."

Malles looked at the guards around him and smiled:

"...Five to five."

Tyles rolled his eyes with anger.

But he was so tired that he needed to restock the energy to retaliate.

"So," Mallos looked at a very young guard member, "how are you, Neshi?"

"Have two hands with Your Highness?"

But at this moment, before anyone could reply, a mature female voice came slowly along with the footsteps of high-heeled boots.

"Yo, this is what you call a martial arts class?"

The voice is clear, audible and powerful.

Marius' eyes widened!

Hearing this voice, the guards were in an uproar again, and then they all gathered up strangely and turned around silently.

Facing the visitors.

Doyle saw the appearance of the incoming person clearly and couldn't help but let out a low "fuck", then quickly lowered his head and hid his figure behind Glover.

Thyls turned his head, also stunned.

He looked out of the court blankly.

Look at the mature, stable, and graceful middle-aged lady who came from the porch.

Compared to Gilbert and Kessel, she is still graceful, charming, charming, black hair as black and picturesque as her brows. Apart from a few wrinkles, she rarely sees traces of time.

Her high-heeled boots still beat the ground vigorously and rhythmically, regardless of whether it is facing stone, lawn, tiles or gravel, as always and never change.

Tyles looked at the lady idiotically.

Looking at her almost unabated arrogance and sassy, ​​chic and free.

Go its own way.

The members of the Star Lake Guard looked at each other, seemingly hesitant.

But after all, under the leadership of Mallos, they bowed and bowed respectfully.

But the black-haired lady didn't seem to have seen it, she just looked around, and her eyes touched on Thales.

She hummed softly:

"Look, what kind of **** you taught."

The royal guard was awkwardly and strangely silent, and no one (dared) answer.

"Madam, you may not understand," Finally, the leader Mallorus gave a low cough:

"We are investigating the information of the power of the end in His Highness's body, this is to help him better..."

"Then have you completed the investigation?"

The black-haired lady interrupted very unfavorably, her tone of voice was impatient:

"How long will I have to beat him again?"

Malles suddenly choked.

The banner officer behind him, Toby, quickly came out to make a round:

"In fact, we have some clues, but we still need..."

But the lady interrupted him again.

"Oh, so you are serious," she walked to the edge of the field, looked around the crowd, the contempt in her eyes was fleeting:

"Not a playhouse?"

The guards looked at each other again.

Malles was silent for a few seconds:

"Madam..."

But the middle-aged lady snorted and interrupted him for the third time.

"You."

The black-haired lady turned her head coldly and looked at Glover who was pointing at her inexplicably.

"No, it's not you, it's the one behind you."

"Doyle's sad boy, don't think I can't see you by hiding behind the big guy."

Doyle walked out from behind Glover with a weeping face, and forced a smile:

"Madam..."

But the black-haired Chuyue woman gave the order, her voice is decisive and powerful, without any muddling:

"You, go up and practice with the prince."

"According to your leader: Investigate his power of ending."

Thyls, who had been immersed in memories, was taken aback.

And Doyle's face changed even more.

"Why, you are not willing?"

Doyle's eyebrows twitched again.

The woman is cold and authentic:

"So, practice with Prince Thales...have your court been insulted?"

Doyle shook at the words.

He didn't dare to reply anymore, he looked at his death like home, and walked to the training ground like a marionette. He was about to grab a practice sword, hoping that the bad luck would end soon.

But his good wishes still fell through.

"Wait."

The lady's words sounded leisurely, making D.D hang in the air with half of his steps, afraid to move.

"Use your own sword."

As soon as this statement came out, the royal guards were in an uproar!

Malles' face was uncertain, and it seemed that he could no longer maintain his original indifference.

Doyle looked back in shock, ignoring the fear in his heart:

"Use, use...real, real sword?"

Ms. hummed a rising tone from her nose:

"Otherwise?"

Doyle froze in place.

"Quickly, draw your sword, go up and fight with him."

I saw the lady glance at the guards coldly:

"Otherwise, you will investigate the terminating power of the fart."

Thyls was surprised when he heard the words, but his heart warmed again.

Sure enough...

Six years...

She still...

Behind Mallos, the banner officer Hugo Forby asked with a sullen face, and asked Piloga who hurried from behind:

"How did she get in?"

Piloga grumbled, helplessly and helplessly spread her hands: "Sir, you know, she is your Majesty..."

"In short, in the whole Mindis Hall, even among our brothers, no one dares to stop her."

Forby suddenly became angry.

Tyles took a deep breath and looked at Doyle, who was so trained that he did not dare to take a mouthful, stepped forward:

"Madam, I..."

But at the moment he spoke, the first-class court lady of the Fuxing Palace, his father's lover, and the enlightenment of his military swordsmanship in the North, Ms. Jini Barkovi interrupted him impatiently:

"Shut up, kid."

Talston choked.

"How many times did I say in the letter? After you come back, I have to test and compare your real sword training."

Jini walked to him and watched Thales catching up to her head, her lips trembled and her eyes moved.

But the female officer quickly turned her head and wiped out the tremor in her eyes at the budding stage.

"And what are you doing now?"

Jini looked away and said sternly:

"Toy sword? Play house?"

"Are you still seven years old?"

Jini glanced at the two dozen royal guards, and said sharply:

"Are you also seven years old?"

The leader Mallos was silent and did not answer.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Jini exhaled.

She turned to Doyle, who seemed to be angry enough, who was trying to see herself as a stone pillar in the court:

"Go up, D.D, slash with him sharply until he cuts out his final power?"

Doyle raised his head tremblingly:

"I, me, madam, my sword was passed on to me by my grandmother, so I can't easily use it..."

Jini pierced him mercilessly:

"Crap, how many times did I catch old Doyle on Red Square Street when I was young?"

"Your grandma passed away a long time ago. Every time it is your grandfather's bail!"

Doyle trembled when he heard the words, lowered his head and never dared to speak again.

Jini snorted coldly, and the high-heeled boots made a clear spot, passing by the guards.

"Then you?"

"You? Or you?"

"Use a real sword, go up and practice with him?"

No one answered, no one even dared to look up.

Jini snorted and turned to the leader.

"It's just you, Mallos?"

The female officer is contemptuous and authentic:

"Aren't you a loyal servant of your majesty? The kind that he asked you to chop whomever you chop?"

Malles was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, the watchman took a deep breath.

"No, madam, our duty has been completed, and we have already understood the power of the end of your Highness."

Thyls was surprised when he heard this.

Understood?

What? The crime of Hell River? What Black Sword said, the kind of ending power that is best not to show people?

This...understand?

"The martial arts class has ended."

Malos forced a stiff smile:

"Madam, you can go on and teach your Royal Highness a class of etiquette."

"My fellow guards and I, this is goodbye."

But Ji Ni didn't mean to go down the donkey:

"Oh? Really? You understand?"

The female official said:

"You don't need to cut with real swords, and you can know the power of ending without real swords and real guns?"

Jini pointed at Thales, her eyes cold: "If you make a mistake."

"Do you want to beat him again?"

Thyls's heart shuddered.

Marius coughed, seemingly accustomed to Ji Ni's troubles.

"It is true," in front of everyone, Shouwang Life insisted:

"His Royal Highness's power of ending is very strange. There is no obvious characteristic style, and the improvement of various physical qualities is limited."

Jini squinted her eyes.

Malos raised his eyes and shot Thales directly:

"But he survived."

Tyles took a breath and looked curiously.

"Three battles."

Just listen to the watchman, unhurriedly and authentically:

"Before being injured, Piloga was an elite in the guard wing. His counterattack stunts even severely damaged the masters who passed the extreme realm."

"Although it is a guard wing, Ji'an is a police officer. The close skills learned in the streets are practical and effective, and he specializes in knocking down the enemy in unexpected ways."

"Zonevede has only recently changed from a penalty officer to a pioneer officer. One major reason is that his shooting style is too sharp."

The three mentioned have moved.

"But your Royal Highness has supported it," Mallos said methodically:

"I lost, and it was not too ugly to lose."

The watchman became serious, his eyes were electric, stabbing Thales a little uncomfortable.

"His Royal Highness, your power of ending, there is a very similar example in history."

Thyls was slightly taken aback.

An example in history?

He immediately remembered the example Ricky told him when he was still in the Bladefang camp.

What Ricky said...

The ancestors who have committed the crime of Hell River, and who also acted as the so-called "mission of their time".

But what Mallos said next was beyond his expectation.

"Two hundred years ago, there was an unworldly talent in fighting and martial arts in the Canstar royal family."

Can Star Royal Family?

Thyls looked up in amazement.

What...what?

Are there any stars among those weird names mentioned by Ricky?

I saw Mallos cleared his throat and raised his voice in front of the people who were listening carefully:

"The royal wizard awakened the rare power of ending, that power made him struggle for survival in countless despairs, and survived."

"Like the power of Prince Thales today, let him sustain him in danger."

Thyls blinked.

Huh?

Malos nodded:

"In the end, that wizard became the ultimate legend of an era, and he is famous and has been passed down to this day."

Jini frowned.

"And that is..."

Malos took a deep breath and looked at Thales:

"Yes, it is a free and unruly romantic prince, a century-old legend who fought all over the West and met no rivals."

"Kayla Canxing."

The eyes of the watchman are shining brightly:

"Personal name-'Wolf Enemy'."

Everyone was in an uproar!

Thyls was stunned firmly.

The legendary prince...

Kayla Star?

A wolf enemy?

Marius raised his head, solemn and serious:

"The power of the legendary ending that shocked the world that Prince Kayla relied on to become famous..."

The watchman whispered:

"The angry sea shook the waves."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

At that moment, the entire training ground was boiling!

The royal guards whispered to each other anxiously, many of them excited and surprised, and many of them kept looking at Thales.

Jini also thought about it.

But the protagonist of the topic stayed in place.

Anger...

Thyls stammered in his heart:

What wave is angry?

"I heard that the instructor arranged by the Northlanders for the prince was the murderer who killed Prince Horace-the Yankees deliberately humiliated us with this."

Doyle sneaked back to Glover and stabbed his colleague in surprise:

"Now it seems that the murderer really taught him seriously?"

Amid the chaos of the crowd, Mallos took the opportunity to end:

"Sorry, Ms. Ji Ni, that's it for today."

"As for you, Your Highness, I will go and read the information about the "Wolf Enemy" when he was alive," Mallos squinted his eyes:

"In the future, your training will be more targeted."

The watchman turned to the entire guard without waiting for a response from them:

"Disband, and return to work."

Malles' eyes rolled:

"Unless... someone wants to talk to the visiting Ms. Ji Ni?"

The voice fell, and the Star Lake Guards broke up.

No one seems to want to stay longer.

Malles turned his head and nodded slightly to Gini and Thales.

The court lady gave a cold snort and turned to take a step:

"What are you doing, kid?"

"You have to go to class!"

Thyls is an agitated spirit, and he has recovered from the shock and confusion just now.

He turned his head, ignoring his appearance, trotting all the way, hurriedly catching up with Ji Ni's high heel boots.

While the teenager trot, he was murmuring in his heart:

What are you doing?

In the past six years...

In addition to being beaten hard all day long, sweating with blood, tearing his teeth against Nicolai, thinking of trying to survive in his terrifying and hideous shadow...

What else did he do to make his end power look like that...

The raging sea is violent?

On the training ground that soon became empty, Mallos stared at Gini and Thales, his expression darkened.

"And you, Piloga, pass on the words."

Malles stopped Piloga who was walking at the end.

"This time, it was not long after we were formed, and our responsibilities were strange."

"But next time, even if it is your Majesty who will come."

Malos focused on "I", which made Piloga nervous subconsciously.

The watchman turned his head slowly, his eyes flashed with an unusually solemn color:

"My guards are not allowed to be so unimpeded and let them go without any communication."

"Understand?"

Piloga shuddered~IndoMTL.com~ He suddenly had an illusion: the normally indifferent and relaxed Chief Tormund Mallos, at this moment, does not exist.

Piloga nodded respectfully and turned to leave.

Malles looked at him from behind, with complicated eyes and unpredictable thoughts.

After a while, the watchman turned to the only one left beside him.

"Hugo?"

The banner officer in the Duke's Guard, Hugo Forby walked up in a low-key and obedient manner.

"Today's training, including the prince's end power, have you recorded it?" Mallos asked lightly.

"Of course," Forby's banner officer took out a notebook, his eyes suddenly became shrewd:

"The angry sea shook the waves."

"And the details of Prince Thales' response and..."

But Mallos interrupted him.

"Variations."

Fobby lifted his head with a puzzled look.

"Add one to your record."

Malós said softly, his expression and tone slowly returning to the indifferent state before:

"The ending power of Prince Thales is a rare ‘variant’ of the raging sea."

Fobby blinked and frowned.

"As for the specific direction and characteristics of the variant..."

Malles exhaled, his face calm as water:

"Unknown."

Forby was stunned for two seconds.

"Variants, unknown...sir, are you sure?"

He looked at his notebook and said in doubt:

"This is for Deputy Captain Taren, and he will report it to Your Majesty and... If there is ambiguity or inaccuracy..."

Malos turned his head suddenly.

"Yes, I am sure."

He categorically interrupted Toby's flag officer, his eyes burning and aggressive:

"Absolutely sure."

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