Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 67: Try to be true

Why is he here?

Every time he walked in the corridors of the Fuxing Palace, Mallos couldn't help asking himself.

The narrow stone window shows a few rays of light, dividing this corridor into countless black and white fragments.

And he walked through the light and shadow, bright and dark in the morning cold.

Soon, the road under Mallos's feet diverged in front of him: one went to the royal treasury and guardian's secret room he often went to, and the other went to the guard duty room he hated most.

Why is he here?

Malles stepped onto one of them without hesitation.

Because he is destined to be here.

Passing by the precious portrait of "Chi Sang" Halva (who is still so dazzling with Zhizhu) in the era of the Revival King, the watchman greeted the two royal guard logistics officers passing by, but sensitively Perception: Their attitude is strange.

It's normal.

After all, after last night, Mindis Hall became the center of attention of the entire king.

Malos thought lightly.

What's more, the person who is really under these pressures...

Malós turned a corner in a familiar way, pushed open a wooden door, and walked into the guard's first dormitory.

"So, Weah, what are the benefits for the New Year?"

Malos stopped in front of the wall where the roster was hung, and while greeting the people in the room, he untied his saber and put it on the sword stand.

Touch the weapon, meet the other.

His final power awakens in the body, like instinct.

The whole world is quiet.

Desolate.

Deadly still.

Icy cold.

Heavy.

Gloomy.

Until someone disturbed.

"Mate tea."

On the other side of the duty room, a young man——the flag officer Weah put down his tea cup with a bitter expression, and looked up from behind the desk full of documents:

"A business group brought it back from the Zante Islands. It was so painful that it had no market in Kings."

"So the logistics wing brought in a large number of them at a low price, ‘helpful to refresh’."

"At least they said that."

Weah is depressed for unknown reasons.

Malos controlled his face and made a smile that made people feel sincere.

"Yes," the watchman picked up the teapot and poured himself a large cup:

"Bitterness, this is like a logistics wing."

Malles took a bite, and the taste in his mouth made him frown:

"Particularly suitable for your job."

But Weah, who is usually poor-mouthed, didn't pick up this time.

"Don't look at me, Lord Mallos," Weah raised his hand helplessly:

"Today, I am just a record."

Seeing Weah's unusual caution, Mallos paused.

He is not only depressed, but also nervous about trying to hide.

But why?

The sound of footsteps came from inside.

New fluctuations appeared in the dead world, attracting Mallos's attention.

"You are late," a voice sounded in the waiting room, calm but serious:

"Lord Mallos."

The voice is full of unpleasantness.

The watchman turned his head, a man about the same age as him, with thin eyes and thin lips, and a noble and uncomfortable man walked out of the inner room and came to him.

It's him.

Malos' complexion remained unchanged, and he sighed slightly in his heart.

Why do I still feel disappointed?

He knew he was coming, didn't he?

"I didn't expect it to be you."

Malós put down his tea cup, smiled, and faced the visitor head-on:

"Lord Tarren."

Vogel Talen, the deputy captain and chief flag officer who only met last night, gave him a soft snort:

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either."

Malles nodded.

Vogel is not happy.

In the dead world, he told himself.

The other party wanted something, but couldn't ask for it, so he was very angry.

The watchman turned his head and asked Weah:

"What about Gaitan?"

"I remember, he is usually responsible for recording?"

Behind the desk, the banner officer Weah stared at the writing carefully, unheard of the words of the watchman, as if made up his mind and never looked up.

"The Flag Wing is very busy today and there is not enough staff."

It was Vogel who answered him.

The chief banner officer said coldly:

"Thanks to last night."

Malles smiled slightly.

"Very busy? So that you, as the top leader, have to go to battle yourself?"

The watchman turned his head and looked directly at Vogel's willow-like eyes:

"Come to do... paperwork?"

Vogel did not answer him, but moved behind the desk and pulled a chair beside Weah.

Malles caught a glimpse, and Weah moved a little aside secretly.

The next second, Vogel suddenly said an old saying in a cold voice:

"The knights are full."

As soon as this statement came out, Mallos and Viazi stood together.

Despite other thoughts in his mind, the watchman had to respond with Weah's face:

"Only follow the emperor's order!"

He didn't know the meaning of this ancient ceremony.

But from the memory, the Royal Guard has implemented such rules.

It seems that this will be able to retrieve the demeanor of the Imperial Guard.

He can only follow.

The atmosphere became serious.

Vogel stared at him silently, as if to test the authenticity of what he said.

A few seconds later, the deputy guard nodded:

"Lock the door, let's start."

Weah took a deep breath and got up to do the same.

He pulled out a black box from the locker, and took out a bitumen and a rough oval stone from the inside.

Malles narrowed his eyes.

"Then, honorable guardian of the guard Tormund Mallos, please sit down."

Weah respectfully asked Mallos to sit down while pulling open an iron gate behind the wall.

The wall under the iron gate is engraved with weird but delicate lines, and it is written with many ancient runes that may only be known by Hao Shou Qiong Jing.

Weah obviously didn't understand this, but it didn't prevent him from following the process of inserting bitumen and stones into the complicated holes in the wall.

Move carefully.

Familiar, but also in awe.

Weah closed the iron gate, and a few seconds later, there was a strange gleam in the gap of the iron gate.

"What does this mean?" Mallos stared at the lights.

"Polyphonic stone," Weah replied happily, and it seems that he also finds it very novel:

"It's amazing, right, it's said that it will work..."

Malles interrupted him:

"I know what this is."

"I asked why."

Weah froze for a moment, and looked at Vogel subconsciously:

"You know, the important records in the royal guard generally need to be kept forever, especially the flag wing..."

Vogel coughed suddenly.

Weah immediately closed his voice.

"On the morning of January 4, 680, the end of the calendar, according to the "Covenant of the Guards", the Royal Guard's flag-holding work now begins."

"The target of the file retention is the guard watchman, Tormund Mallos."

The banner officer opened the logbook, quite satisfactory:

"I am Weah Corden, the chief flag officer, responsible for the testimony and recording of this time, and the chief banner officer Vogel Taren, who will lead today..."

But Vogel interrupted him directly:

"Enough."

"Lijing is very expensive, let's save it a bit."

In Weah's awkward look, Vogel took over the lead of the conversation.

"First of all, about being in Mindis Hall last night..."

Vogel opened a page of records in his hand, looked directly at Mallos in front of him, and said coldly:

"Whether you end impulsively or in an agent duel, as the captain of the guard, you know what is at stake."

"Why didn't you stop, but instead condone the impulse of Prince Thales?"

Malós’s gaze is withdrawn from the wall inlaid with polyphonic stones and bitumen, no longer looking at the old polyphonic sound that has been repaired by countless amateurs in the past six hundred years. Law circle.

He returned to last night.

"I have neither the right nor the power to interfere with the decision of His Royal Highness."

"Since he speaks, I cannot disagree with him in the public."

Vogel makes an unexplained snort:

"Really?"

"But how do I feel that you wanted to be at odds with your superiors last night?"

He hasn't changed.

Malos looked at Vogel's face, which was as suspicious, mean and hostile as ever.

It's the same as eighteen years ago.

At that time, Vogel, Fakundo, Steley, including himself, they were all just green knight apprentices, even Vogel, the highest-born and most experienced, was just a selection student for the Royal Guard, not even counted Official guard member.

It's just a group of young people, looking up at the legend, longing for an illusory reputation.

But he is already sensible, about the age of adulthood.

Witness the **** nightmare.

In panic.

Lostly out of order.

Malos shook his head:

"You must have misunderstood, Lord Tarren, I and you last night..."

But Vogel never gave him a chance to finish his sentence:

"Danny Doyle, that D.D, your first class guard officer."

The chief banner officer looked down at a page of documents:

"His performance last night was terrible, even shameful."

"For my own selfishness, act arbitrarily, ignore the safety of the prince, and ignore the superiors' orders."

Vogel raised his head:

"Is that right?"

Marius and Vogel looked at each other quietly.

For eighteen years, he and Vogel, the young people of their generation, were trembling and trying to portray themselves as the most admired but also the strangest.

From selection students, to trial trainers, to second-class officials, first-class officials...

Until now.

Thinking as long as this.

It can conceal the fear and despair.

Become an adult.

Go to teach a new generation of young people.

"Yes," Mallos said cheerfully:

"He was stupid last night."

Vogel snorted, meaning unknown.

"As for the first-class pioneer, Karen Glover..."

The chief banner officer changed a page:

"As far as I know, Doyle broke free from him and endangered the situation."

"Is that right?"

Marius suddenly felt a little sleepy.

But he can't yawn in front of them.

It's impolite.

Not very polite.

"I can't deny it." Mallos picked up the yerba mate tea at hand, and while covering his yawn, he felt the bitter stimulus in the deadly world.

This makes him very excited.

The logistics wing occasionally does good things, doesn't it?

"So they deserve to be punished, do you agree?"

In Vogel's interrogation, Weah rustled aside to record something.

"The Watchman?"

Malios lifted his nose from the teacup and smiled calmly:

"Of course."

Vogel looked at him for a long time, as if to confirm that the other party really reacted like this.

He took out a report and pushed it backwards in front of Mallos:

"Very well, then you sign your name and I will send it to Chief Penal Officer Facundo."

"For your face, holding the flag wing will not hold others accountable..."

Malos looked at the banner officer report in front of him, and caught a few keywords from it:

Dereliction of duty.

Overstepped.

Loyal.

Handle.

Malles raised the corner of his mouth.

But he grabbed the pen obediently and opened the report.

"Don't worry, although the mistake has been made, I think that neither Doyle nor Glover are forgiven, and the Guards will not close the well."

Vogel still stared at him shiningly, his words softened a lot:

"I suggest Facundo, just downgrade them to second class..."

Malós was indifferent, he tried ink on the draft, and he said:

"Then you are really magnanimous."

He is not.

Vogel is eager to do this.

Marillos told himself.

To demonstrate the power he has never obtained elsewhere, to numb the pain he felt elsewhere, to cover his irritability for decades.

The world is still dead, allowing Mallos to feel Vogel's emotions more clearly.

But he did this, but he was still not satisfied.

It's like revenge cannot fill the void.

The future cannot make up for the past.

"But there is no doubt that these two people are no longer fit to stay with Prince Thales."

Vogel's words have changed:

"I think they should go back to the original wings and reflect on standby..."

Mallos nodded while looking at the report, and said casually:

"Only one small problem..."

Vogel has a meal:

"What?"

The double-voice array flickered slightly, and Weah frowned and tapped tentatively on the wall.

"In the witness of Prince Thales and the whole team, I have executed the penalty," Mallos seemed to care nothing about it:

"Doyle and Glover, they also paid their due price."

Vogel was silent for a few seconds.

"When?"

"Just this morning."

Malos turns to the next page. Oh, this is the signature page.

"The specific record is in the second penalty officer Gray Patterson. Of course, I believe Hugo Fubby will report to the flag wing as soon as possible."

Vogel did not speak.

But in the deadly world, Mallos felt that the pressure from the other party was rising.

It's like a stove for boiling water.

"This morning..."

Vogel exhaled:

"What happened last night, is it rushed to be sentenced in such a hurry?"

"Really rushed," Mallos raised his pen and dipped it in ink:

"Prince Thales is furious and hard to suppress."

"Under forced orders, we dare not delay."

Vogel frowned fiercely.

Malós laid out the report meticulously and prepared to sign the most neat and perfect signature in his life on this processing report.

Several seconds later, the deputy captain in front of him slowly suffocated a sentence:

"Really?"

Vogel stared at Mallos:

"Prince Thales, he is so mean and unkind?"

At that moment, Weah who was next to him suddenly felt a little frustrated, and had to concentrate on defending the sounding circle.

As if he really understands that stuff.

Malles shrugged, chuckled and began to write the letters:

"Ha, you can't imagine."

Vogel lowered his eyes and looked at Mallos' beautiful handwriting:

"Are you sure you should be punished as a crime?"

"I don't know." Mallos dipped in ink and shook his head:

"Of course, if you feel that your Highness is unfair and need to be sentenced again, it is not incomprehensible..."

Boom!

The deputy captain patted the tabletop with a palm.

Malles' pen stopped, he raised his head and looked at Vogel in front of him.

He doesn't need to wander in his own dead world to feel the emotions of the other person.

"No need."

Vogel stared at Mallos closely and withdrew the paper report irrefutably.

Half the name was signed, the tip of the pen drew a long ink mark on the removed paper.

Weah bowed his head deeply-this child has been immersed in the flag wing for a long time, knowing how to observe words and colors.

"Under normal circumstances, we do not punish twice for one crime."

Vogel was expressionless.

In front of Mallos, he tore the report in his hand to shreds and threw it into the wastebasket.

"Of course, I forgot."

Malós put down his pen and smiled at the other party:

"Thank you for your reminder."

It's a pity, that was his best signature.

Vogel was silent for a long time, until he had digested his current emotions.

A few seconds later, when the chief banner officer raised his head, his posture was perfect and his attitude was correct.

"As far as I know, you have been with Prince Thales for more than two months."

Vogel swept away his unhappiness. He pulled out a report again and returned to his current job:

"What is the character of your Highness during this time?"

Character.

The kid's...character?

Malós's eyes were slightly dizzy.

"Do not fight for life."

He said slowly:

"Stubbornly lose one's mouth."

Vogel frowned and looked down at the report:

"Not only martial arts, but also..."

The banner officer has a meal:

"Other aspects?"

Malles smiled slightly:

"His Royal Highness's life in the north, perhaps the Kingdom Secret Division will know better."

Vogel raised his eyes:

"But I am asking you."

There was a pause between the two.

Marius looked at Vogel quietly.

Just like when they were young.

"Bardic poems."

Malles spoke slowly, with a look of disapproval:

"He likes this stuff, he reads a lot, and sings well, but unfortunately he has a lute..."

"He played like a cat calling Chun."

Vogel frowned again.

"He likes to talk to himself, and he likes to play chess, but his chess skills are as bad as D.D."

"He likes to hold a book and pretend to be a cultural person wherever he goes," Mallos picked up his tea cup, and gradually felt that the tea here is not so bitter:

"But he never looked."

"What about the others?" Vogel interrupted him:

"For example...some exception?"

Malles raised his eyes.

The color of Vogel's face remains unchanged:

"We all know that the prince is a genius, different from ordinary people."

Different from ordinary people.

The watchman stayed for a while in the dead world that only he knew, then he hummed and returned to reality.

"Well, His Highness's mouth that seems to have wiped the poison, never forgive people, but it is strange that his usual temperament is gentle and not anxious."

Mallos smiled knowingly again:

"Includes some common groaning and melancholic temperaments at this age."

"You know, childhood lack of love..."

Vogel coughed intentionally!

"Pay attention to your words, Lord Mallos."

Marillos smiled apologetically.

So interesting.

The watchman stood in the dead world, watching the infinite desolation ahead.

Vogel has been living in irritability and emptiness, burning with anger.

But he is still in awe.

In fear.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, although I don't know the details, your Highness has a little bit that makes the guards worried..."

Vogel raised his head and listened.

"From all signs..."

Malles has a little thought:

"Prince Thales, maybe he, um."

The watchman nodded and said sternly:

"Prefer men more?"

At that moment, Weah, who was drinking tea, was bashed by the huge wave splashing in the teacup, wiped it quickly, and was embarrassed.

The report in Vogel's hand was torn into a distorted form and wrinkled in a mess.

The room is extremely quiet, embarrassing and inexplicable~IndoMTL.com~Only the polyphonic circle is still working professionally

"Malles."

Vogel is expressionless, but his voice sinks:

"Did you know, we used polyphonic stone."

He is quiet and authentic:

"This Eternal Life..."

"It will spread for thousands of years."

Malles smiled.

"Yes, I know."

The watchman looks at the dimly glowing polyphonic array, smiling like a New Year’s greeting, false:

"So we try to be as real as possible, don't we?"

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