Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 70: Defective products

Fuxing Palace, royal guard duty room.

"Lord Mallos, you mentioned that the power of the end of Prince Thales is the raging sea?"

As the Chief Flag Officer and Deputy Guard Captain, Vogel no longer entangled the prince’s sexuality issues. He changed the next report to deter the Weah Banner Officer who was rushing to wipe the stains.

But as the target of the questioning, Mallos felt that the depression in the room was even more immediate.

"Yes."

The watchman stood in his own dead and deserted world, feeling the emotions from Vogel with no expression on his face-he was extremely angry, but returned to plainness, leaving only the undercurrent turbulent.

"When did you awaken?"

"Since your Royal Highness is fourteen years old, it should be not long ago."

Vogel opened the report, keeping his eyes on Mallos:

"Awakening at the age of fourteen is almost the earliest recorded...no exact time?"

"Lord Talen," Mallos seemed helpless, "I only knew him for a few months."

Vogel stared at him for a long time, but the watchman looked calm and flawless.

"What do you mean by saying in the report that it is a ‘variant’ of the raging sea?"

Marius pretends to think seriously:

"It means literally. That means that at some point, it will show different characteristics from the raging waves we know. After all, the power of ending varies from person to person."

Vogel gave a cold snort:

"If it varies from person to person, how can you be sure that it is it?"

Malles smiled, politely.

"Maybe you forgot, but I am the watchman of the guard and inherit the watchman."

Sure enough, the moment this sentence was uttered, he saw Vogel's expression stiff.

"I came into contact with the eternal file passed down by the Guards-there are many records about the ‘Wolf Enemy’, including his incredible power of ending."

"If you have any questions, Lord Tarron, you are always welcome to apply to your Majesty to enter the guard room and read the top secret files."

Vogel was silent.

But at that moment, Mallos felt that the flame in Vogel's chest jumped.

Manic, restless, bored.

He cares.

Marillos told himself.

It's been more than a year since the Watchman finished the selection process, but this guy still cares.

Why?

Why is everyone worried, obsessed, and crazy for what they haven't obtained?

The atmosphere was a little strange, and Weah couldn't help swallowing his throat.

A few seconds later, Vogel moved his blade-like lips:

"No need."

Malles responded with a smile.

"The prince's physique is very good, and he has recovered twice as much as ordinary people." Vogel quickly returned to normal, showing a good quality of the banner officer: "Is that so?"

"I don't know this. It is said that the living of His Royal Highness six years ago was taken care of by Ms. Ji Ni..."

But Vogel refused to let him go easily:

"But I am asking you."

Malles was silent for a few seconds, then naturally nodded.

"It should be."

The watchman spoke again, but his voice became more serious:

"At least in martial arts training, no matter how toxic beatings are, he can jump around quickly."

"Although he likes to sleep on the floor and wash his hair every other time, he has never had a serious cold."

Vogel's gaze shifted back and forth between the reports in the opponent's hands and his own.

"Have you ever doubted?"

"It is a good thing for your Highness to have a good physique. He didn't even ask about secret science. Why should I doubt it?"

"What about your own guess?"

Marius' eyes moved.

"The royal family pays me salary and grants me responsibilities, not for me to guess."

"But I am," Vogel gave a sharp gaze:

"And I am not asking you, Lord Mallos."

The eyes of the two in the room were facing each other, and they clashed silently.

Weah on the side only felt the pressure was great, so he more and more meticulously added tea and water to the two officers.

Looking at Vogel's gloomy eyes, Mallos remembered the countless top secret eternal files displayed in the guard room.

Although in those days, the Six Wings of the Guards were far less in love with each other as brothers and sisters, as close as they seemed.

But with the flag wing, when did they start to be unique, from flag guards and messengers to monitors and investigators...

Become so dazzling, disgusting, chasing, aggressive?

Is it the Xianjun era?

After the Kingdom’s Secret Division faded its gray coat and became an official state agency?

After a few seconds, Mallos finally gave in:

"If I want to guess, that kind of physique may be a special effect of the raging sea and the turbulent waves, as recorded in the watch archives:'Wolf Enemy' can foresee changes, and it is like a miracle to avoid death..."

But he turned around, as if suddenly waking up:

"Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have told you."

Vogel's breathing stopped for a second, an undercurrent surging in his eyes.

In the barren world, Mallos felt: The flame in the chest of the deputy guard rose an inch.

Anger, shame, patience.

Vogel doesn't just care.

Marius told himself sadly.

He cared too much, too deeply, too much.

So he didn't notice it.

Unlike me, it’s hard to get out of it.

"But you just said," Vogel breathed expressionlessly: "Prince Thales only awakened the power of ending not long ago."

"But his physique is at least six years old."

Malles took a sip of tea:

"You seem to know better than me."

"Answer the question."

The watchman stared at each other for a while:

"I don't know, but I think someone may know."

"Who?"

"The Exeters, especially the meteorite-it is said to be his outdoor training in Longxiao City Supervising His Royal Highness."

Vogel choked slightly.

"Yes, the murderer who killed Prince Horace."

Malles smiled faintly:

"Do you want to summon him for questioning? Like this?"

There was a moment of silence in the duty room.

Until Vogel leans forward slowly, as if to see Mallos from the inside out:

"Haven't you thought about another possibility?"

Malles did not answer immediately.

He sensed in the deserted world: Vogel in front of him was incarnate as a huge black shadow, igniting everything around him with the indifferent flame in his chest.

Strange.

In addition to this, what else does Vogel want?

The watchman looked at the opponent.

"I don't understand what you mean."

Vogel's expression became colder.

"Your Majesty and Captain Adrian, don't they'understand' just like you? The watchman?"

Mallos' pupils slowly shrink.

"Then why don't you ask them?"

Just now.

Oh.

The confronting two turned their heads together.

I saw Weah look embarrassed next to him. He pointed stiffly to the tip of the pen that his hand had broken, with a bad smile.

Aware of the existence of the third party, Mallos and Vogel exchanged glances, and both retreated.

Weah breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay," Vogel's tone softened a lot, but his gaze was like a snake's letter, licking Mallos's calm face from time to time:

"Let’s talk about others."

Malós picked up his yerba mate, letting the bitterness hit his taste buds.

With Vogel beckoning, Weah put a bunch of new files on the desktop.

"Twenty-four imperial knights will be transferred from the royal guard to stand by under your command to welcome the return of Prince Thales."

"But I stayed here in Mindis Hall, following the Duke Huxinghu."

Vogel sneered:

"So, Lord Mallos, how does it feel to leave the Fuxing Palace and stand alone?"

Another hilltop.

Weah, who had just slackened off, had to hold his breath, turned his head, and concentrated on monitoring the polyphonic circle.

"In the first few months, the work of the guard was still a bit rusty," Mallos thought for a while, as if he didn't understand what the other party meant:

"But thank you for your concern, we are getting on the right track."

Vogel lowered his head and snorted, the meaning is unknown.

"In fact, the accident at the party last night had far-reaching impact."

The deputy guard picked up one of the reports, and the sharp-eyed Mallius recognized that it was the personnel file of the Star Lake Guard.

The number of pages in each file on the table and the variety of entries are probably not so exaggerated for the person involved to write an autobiography.

The old trick of flag wing.

Damn, who drew the sketch and couldn't make his hairstyle look good? Anyway, he is also a watchman.

"This made me realize that there are many shortcomings in your daily work in Mindis Hall."

The captain of the deputy guard is not in a hurry or panic:

"In a team of twenty-four, you selected three from the command wing, eight from the vanguard wing, six from the guard wing, three from the penalty wing, three from the logistics wing, and the flag wing..."

"Only one person."

Vogel paused, his eyes were full of meaning:

"You don't like our wing very much, do you?"

Don't like it very much?

Old friend, your words are so gentle.

"I chose Hugo Fubby, the flag-holder, because he has a lot of experience and strong ability." Mallos looked at Vogel, then at Weah on one side:

"I think he is in Mindis Hall, one is enough for two."

Vogel snorted coldly:

"It's not just him."

He picked up a file:

"And Danny Doyle, who almost lost his life last night and hurt others."

Weah on one side felt that the situation was not good: he seemed to be involved in the political battle between the watchman and the deputy captain-surrounding the people around the future king.

Malos smiled and decided to take a defensive position:

"I thought we just discussed D.D. His Royal Highness Thales has already punished..."

But Vogel's voice overwhelmed him:

"You thought you were protecting them."

Vogel pushed the file in front of Mallos: On the file, Doyle's handsome sketched head was smiling at him.

"But as you can see, Danny Doyle has a bad reputation in the capital city, indulging in beauty, indulging in cosmetics, and there are even rumors accusing him of wandering around and finally abandoning him."

Malos looks as usual: In the barren world, the flames belonging to Vogel are getting more and more prosperous.

Be radical, sharp, and sure to win.

The watchman shook his head lightly:

"D.D was born noble and handsome, it is not his fault to be welcomed by the opposite sex."

Vogel sneered:

"So last night's gaffe was not accidental, but the inevitable consequence of his usual mischief in life, let alone the mess his father caused."

"Do you count on such a person to guard the blood of the kingdom?"

Malles stared at the opponent, without refuting.

It is a matter of the right and wrong of the guards, and Weah, who made the record, dare not take a mouthful.

There was a long silence in the duty room.

Vogel pulled out another file, his voice was colder:

"Karen Glover."

"To be honest, I was really surprised when I saw this name appear."

Malles did not speak.

"Listen first to what Stelli's report says," Vogel sneered and read:

"The Glover vanguard is not good at socializing, withdrawn and extreme, and has a hidden tendency to violence. They call him a zombie."

Vogel puts down the report and looks at him.

Marillos did not argue or argue, just raised his teacup and calmly stated:

"The strong always have personality..."

Vogel interrupted him, like an unselfish iron-faced flag-holder:

"The Pioneer Officer of Glover used his hands more than once in a mission!"

"The worst time, this bitch's **** hit six Pioneer Wing peers severely in the city of Yanling, causing three to retire and one of them permanently disabled."

"This is what you call your personality?"

Malles frowned.

Hearing these secrets, Weah's countenance changed, and he couldn't help but recall whether he had offended that zombie.

"Although the news is suppressed, it is a stain that cannot be erased from a noble background. Neither the power of the Glover family nor the shadow of his grandfather can keep him."

Vogel sneered:

"Until you took the warrant, took him away from the confinement well, and took him directly to the Western Wilderness."

"Then a few months passed, he transformed himself into the Duke of Xinghu's guard?"

Marillos is indifferent.

In his deserted world, Vogel was in front of him with black shadows, igniting flames, and filling the room.

Vogel, he does want something.

From the beginning to the present, everything is just means.

"Logistics Wing, Leo Piloga."

Vogel turned over another person's file, and his voice became calm: "He was quite famous in the Vanguard Wing in his early years, and he is said to be comparable to Steelli."

The chief man in charge of the banner turned his head, with contempt:

"But since he was wounded in the desert war and his body was not as good as before, he lost his vigor and only nodded and bowed—I heard he lost to Prince Thales in training?"

Malós took a sip of yerba mate, the bitter taste made him feel that he was alive:

"I prefer him to'smooth life'."

Vogel disdains cold snort:

"The blade is blunt and damaged, especially if it is heavy."

"If the will is lost, there is no cure."

Marius watched Vogel throw Piloga's file aside and picked up the next file.

"Guardian Wings, Gianluca Commuto."

"This is a speculator. I heard that he didn't even complete the knight training. It took a lot of means to climb up from the position of a police officer."

Vogel snorted and looked at Mallos:

"Climb to the side of Prince Thales."

Malios raised his eyebrows, seemingly not understanding the other party's sarcasm.

Weah on one side quickly turned his head to take care of the recovery circle to avoid the increasingly bad topic.

At the same time, cursing regretfully, why betray his soul for two gold coins and change shifts with the old fried dough stick of Gaitan.

"Why didn't you speak anymore?" Vogel said coldly: "Aren't you quite able to refute it?"

"Listen to your suggestions, Lord Tarron," Mallos looked up, "self-reflection."

Vogel snorted angrily.

"Mike Zonneveld, the original penalty wing, you transferred to the vanguard wing in the Star Lake Guard," the deputy guard showed the next file, "I received a knight education in the north, no wonder he was a left hand. Jian, it seems that the Northlanders did not correct him when he was young..."

"But how did I hear that he had an affair with his young stepmother?"

Malles sighed silently.

He really doesn't know this.

I really underestimate the flag wing.

Vogel turns to the next page and speaks faster:

"And Nate Nehy."

"The high disciple of the End Tower, the shining student, the genius who entered the record, the extreme state sooner or later."

The chief banner officer raised his head unkindly:

"It's just that he has a nickname, or the two are connected together."

"One-on-one against the king..."

Vogel paused, spitting out Nehy's second nickname unkindly:

"Team battle sinkhole?"

Mallos frowned:

"About that..."

But Vogel seems to have found the rhythm of the attack, and he is merciless:

"Nexi is arrogant and selfish, and has no consciousness of teamwork. Even walking in the queue will step on the heel of the person in front."

"This is what Marico wrote in the training report:'Although this child has a high talent, he is naturally not suitable for teamwork and cannot work with others. Whether it is the battlefield of the empire or the contemporary star. In the battle, if there is more than one companion within two meters, his proud sword skills will be greatly reduced, and he will even blindly attack regardless of enemy and friend, which will hinder the battle.'"

Malles sighed in his heart.

Vogel put down the file and sneered.

"Unexpectedly, there really are people in this world who have'one plus one less than two'."

"Reminds me of your predecessor, Lord Mallos."

The watchman's eyes narrowed.

The other side squinted at Mallos:

"One is when the enemy is facing him, the fewer people, the better. The other is when one is facing the enemy, the fewer people the better."

Vogel shook his head ironically:

"Sure enough, geniuses have something in common."

Yes.

And you, Vogel Jumpy Tarron, you have something in common with your ex.

Marius reminded himself not to fight back ironically—perhaps living with some unforgiving star boy for a long time, his desire in this area is getting stronger, which is not a good sign.

In the dead world, Vogel's shadow grew taller and flames all over him.

Confident, greedy, and fierce.

It's becoming more and more empty.

Next, Vogel opened up the files like a card deal, and Weah on one side carefully took the files he had read:

"The Penal Officer, Gray Patterson, the'gardener', to be honest, Facundo should be very grateful to you. He has wanted to get rid of this deputy who was born in Seven Servant but can't move lightly for a long time."

"Logistics officer Shi Tuo? You really pick someone, I heard that he will retire in a year?"

"Guard Wings, Bastia'Iron Tower', a man who can't even run in a hurry..."

"Guardian Wing, tall fellow Frank Zuk, a guy who is afraid of water and height?"

"Guard Wing, nerd Ferry, is said to have mania."

Malles remained silent.

Vogel continues to sneer:

"Pioneer Wing, Grimace Fulateng, so popular that they can only sit at a table for lunch."

"Pioneer Wing, Supa Langley,'Stool', oh, this nickname is really delicious."

"And'Bronze' Jose Costa, a foreigner who is still the son of thorns."

"Leo Morgan, your self-proclaimed guy who was promoted from the prince's private soldiers, who has not even decided on the establishment of the guards, went with you to the Western Wilderness to meet the prince..."

Speaking of this name~IndoMTL.com~ Vogel's expression changed.

"But the most important thing is..."

He held up the file, and the sketch showed a man with scars on his face, enough to stop a child crying at night.

"Morgan, a veteran who once murdered his superiors on the battlefield?"

Vogel slapped the table angrily:

"Are you **** kidding me?"

Mallos looked at Leo Morgan, who looked like a murderer on the file, with a calm face and didn't know what he thought.

"This is the'guard elite' you selected? For the heirs of the stars, the country's most important weapon, you have selected such a batch..."

The deputy captain gritted his teeth:

"Defective product?"

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