Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 121: After the robbery

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Fuxing Palace, Elland Atrium.

"This is the ancient imperial sword."

In the courtyard, Pioneer Officer Marico passed two rows of serious royal guards. He held the handle in one hand and the front in the other, carefully observing the strange long sword in front of him:

"Two thousand years ago,'The Great' Komora Carlosser cast them to honor the meritorious officials of the ancient empire."

"Hey, hey, take a moment!"

A complaint came from behind, Marico frowned and turned back.

Between the two rows of royal guards, Cohen with a bruised nose and swollen face knelt on the ground and his hands and feet were tied. He raised his head unwillingly:

"That is my family's ancestral sword!"

Beside him, Doyle, who was also **** by the big five flowers, hit Cohen.

"Shut up."

D.D gritted his teeth, while aiming at Marico worriedly, while hating iron but not steel:

"We are all like this, can't you not provoke him?"

Cohen was dissatisfied and was about to refute, but he glanced at his surroundings: Wiya, Glover, Rolf and others were all tied up, embarrassed, and held tight by the bad-sighted guards guard.

The vigilante's aura suddenly declined, and he whispered to Doyle unirritatedly:

"Damn it, D.D, you told me you were just here to build up..."

"No, my original words are "His Royal Highness likes to joke". For example, he often threatens to send Officer Mallos to the prison of bones, but in the end he still obediently goes back to do sword target practice..."

"Do you call this a joke?"

"Aren't you the one who did the first thing at the gate of the palace? Your head hammer..."

"It's not me! I just stood in front and pretended to be fierce, but I don't know who kicked me behind my butt..."

Mariko’s voice suddenly came:

"Family sword?"

The sound of his footsteps moved from far to near, and Cohen and D.D instantly stopped and bowed their heads together in tacit understanding.

"Yes," Cohen whispered:

"My old man tells me a lot..."

Doyle hit him again.

Marico stopped beside them and chuckled.

"It is said that the ancient sword itself possesses a special power and has an indescribable magic."

Marico looked at and stroked the "weight bearer" from all angles, slowly becoming obsessed:

"Of course, all the heroes who opened up the frontiers of the empire and conquered the world are all experienced experts. If the emperor wants to reward them, how can he use ordinary soldiers?"

Cohen and Doyle looked at each other.

Marico gently stroked the mysterious gem on the hilt:

"The legend says that they can spontaneously extract energy and material from blood, soil, air, moisture, and even steel that they are fighting with. They sharpen their blades and solidify their swords, so dust is hard to invade and water is hard to rust. , Blood is hard to eclipse, battle hard to break."

"The weapon itself is more like life and memory, even if it is slightly bent and deformed, as long as there is plenty of time, it can recover on its own."

"A hundred years will not damage its front, a thousand years will not change its shape."

Cohen was taken aback, he looked at his very familiar saber and laughed out loud:

"Thousands of years are not—ha, where is such a god, I have to take it to the smithy to maintain it every month, but Master Jedi in the tower said, "This sword is very resistant."

Speaking of this, Cohen's expression changed and he looked at Marico suspiciously:

"Really, really?"

Marico's eyes drift away:

"In the eyes of the emperor, only immortal soldiers can match immeasurable achievements and eternal loyalty."

Cohen frowned.

The monthly maintenance...

Oops, am I being pitted by Karachi again? And the profiteers and blacksmiths at the Bladeya camp...

"Time flies, time changes, they are scattered all over the world amidst turmoil and chaos, but they are still rare and rare soldiers."

Marico stroked the spine of the bearer, thoughtfully:

"They have been passed down from generation to generation, never dying. They save people with their swords and show loyalty and sincerity."

"Tell me and other descendants of the empire, telling us about the flourishing age of the empire."

Cohen and Doyle exchanged glances again.

Marico exhaled:

"A long time ago, my ancestors also owned a sword like this. Until the tyranny of the Red King, our family fell into failure, and we had to sell our ancestral property to revitalize the family business."

Cohen said "Oh", but his face changed a lot when he thought of it:

"That...that's not this one!"

"Look at what I said," Doyle was beside him, whispering angrily: "Marico likes collecting weapons the most..."

Mariko Vanguard snorted coldly, letting the load-bearer slam:

"It's too heavy for me."

Cohen smiled relieved now.

"I've heard of you, Cohen Karabyan, the twin towers long sword from the Walla collar—wisdom is on the left, and the sword is on the right?"

Hearing the family language, Cohen couldn't help frowning.

Mari subject light flashes:

"Maybe you don't know, but five generations ago, before we changed our surname to Marico to avoid misfortune, there was an intersection between you and mine."

Intersection?

Cohen was stunned for a while, before he had time to reply, D.D next to him brightened up and appeared:

"Oh? That's good, then, by the way, in fact, Doyle and Karabyan also have intersections, which means that the three of us are all--"

However, Marico didn't even look at him, just held up the epee again:

"As a nobleman, it is not a big mistake to have no ambitions."

"But I thought you were only having trouble with street thieves," Marico said coldly, "Rather than being stupid enough to go to the palace to rebel, the knight of the royal seal, Cohen Karabyan."

"Insurrection, rebellion?"

Cohen was surprised and laughed:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm here, that's the one...Have you ever fought a group fight? It's two people talking face to face, two hundred people standing on both sides in a strong voice, screaming but stunned. That kind of..."

"Twenty people."

But Marico didn't listen to him at all, and his tone was cold.

"When you entered the palace, there were twenty guards on duty, all of them were heroes from the vanguard wing and guard wing, and promising young men."

"In the face of the arrogance and arrogance of the powerful, they are neither humble nor arrogant, and they are dedicated to their duties. Even if they are beaten and injured by you, they are still persevering and defend the court."

Cohen was taken aback and anxiously said:

"That was a misunderstanding, it was really not me who did it first..."

Marico snorted, even more dissatisfied:

"For you, of course it is a small, innocuous misunderstanding."

"But to them..."

Marico's hand holding the hilt becomes harder:

"'The death of the first king, the disaster comes from this'-this is your Majesty's comment."

As soon as this statement was made, the eyes of the surrounding royal guards became sharper.

"It will be recorded in the guard resumes of the twenty brothers by the flag wing, and will be passed down in the history of the guard with them throughout their lives."

Marico gets more angry as he speaks:

"Not only did they suffer this strange humiliation, but they also have to suffer it afterwards—the royal family can’t be wrong, so today’s things can only be wrong with them. They will be guilty of overstepping, malfeasance, and We must be worried about the'offending the prince' all day long, the punishment is undecided, and the prospect is unknown."

"It's all because of...you."

Mariko looked at Cohen with a stiff smile, gritted his teeth:

"Domineering, arrogant, bullying, and lawless, you have stirred the Fuxing Palace into a mist and humiliated the Royal Guard."

When the voice fell, Marico's arm turned, and the weight-bearer turned around in the air, falling back into the sheath neatly.

But when the sheath head turned back, it struck Cohen's belly strangely!

Boom!

Received by this blow, Cohen fell to the ground in pain, slurred: "Cao Lima..."

"Sorry, the accident when the sword was retracted."

Marico said coldly and took the load-bearer:

"Who makes it too heavy."

There was a commotion among the captives.

"Ah, ah," Doyle said anxiously next to him:

"Well, the prince breaks the law and the common people are the same——Bah, pah, I mean, the prince breaks the law and the common people have nothing special..."

But these words made Marico grunt.

"Of course, you guys are pretending to be foxes and pretending to be bullshit, fighting against others."

"So not only do you don't have to pay anything, but even as long as you smile with a shy face, there are big figures like the Minister of Foreign Affairs to greet you on the back of the relationship, overtly and secretly, threatening me not to use lynching..."

Marico looked at Cohen, who was curled up on the ground, reluctantly, his breathing accelerated:

"For the whole kingdom, no one dares to offend your precious master."

"Because no matter how presumptuous or ridiculous he is, no matter how many people he has caused and how many disasters he has caused, his Majesty will still tolerate him and forgive him."

"He will still sway, come out arrogantly, and point to my nose to ask me to let you go, let you continue to run away, as if nothing happened, and we will have to unify the caliber afterwards to protect his Reputation."

Marico gets worse and worse as he speaks, and finally laughs at him:

"The captain will also say,'It is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family'."

The pioneer officer looked at Cohen at his feet, his eyes were slightly cold:

"I know the world is unfair."

"But it shouldn't be."

Cohen coughed a few times and finally eased.

"So what, I understand you," the guard grinned:

"But if you **** **** me a bit, a bit..."

D.D, who winked wildly to make him shut up, closed his eyes in pain.

Mariko sneered, and this time he made no secret of it, lifting the load-bearer to Cohen.

Cohen was not afraid, and looked at him gritted teeth.

"It sounds good, but what you are best at..."

A heavy voice sounded at the right time:

"Don't you just move yourself first and then pull sideways with your own right?"

The voice sneered, deliberately prolonging the pitch:

"Vicente Marico Brother?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was taken aback, and then they looked strange.

Big...what?

Marico's expression changed, he turned to leave Cohen and looked at the other prisoner.

"Even if you haven't heard it in person, you should know how much," the wounded, embarrassed Glover raised his head on the other side, and sneered: "The other wings don't know, but the vanguard wing people, I call you that in private."

"Because no matter what contradictions are in the vanguard wing, you always like to be the first to stand up, be the eldest brother to be fair, make sense, and put on airs—what, I think that as long as your **** is big enough, everyone will pucker up. Let you poke, and you still feel like it makes everyone comfortable?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole Elanting became quiet.

Many royal guards couldn't help but glance at Mariko.

But Marico didn't speak, he just stared at Glover, his nose flared.

Among the captives, Wiya sighed and hit D.D with his butt:

"I thought you were the one who could talk the most--sorry, forgot that you hurt your butt."

Doyle looked at the zombie in surprise, as if he had known him for the first time.

"But you don't understand the fart."

Glover arched his tied arm with difficulty, and said to Mariko:

"Every time I force myself to lie to myself, it is worse than the **** that comes out when your mother's little love head is kicked by your father's legs."

The zombie took a bite:

"Brother."

There is another silence around.

"The setting sun is above," Doyle whispered in disbelief:

"Where did he learn so much rubbish?"

After a long time, Marico took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and moved forward.

"Karen Glover, it's you again."

Marico looked at the big man kneeling on the ground with a contemptuous expression and squinted his eyes:

"Why am I not surprised?"

Glover snorted coldly.

Marico looked at him with complicated eyes: "You are the leader of the vanguard wing, with a noble family, excellent ability, and promising future-I once thought that you were different from those gilded guards with mixed resumes. ."

Doyle who was in the audience was taken aback: Why did Marico give me a look when he said this?

Marico came to Glover with a cold look:

"Until you can't control your lower body and you fall on the whoring."

Prostitution?

As soon as this statement came out, all the prisoners, including many royal guards, all stared at Glover. Cohen nodded subconsciously. After realizing something, he hurriedly joined the others, exuding surprise. .

Only Doyle was surprised:

"You, are you really gay?"

There was a trace of anger on Glover's face.

"I didn't want to say more, after all, things are suppressed," Marico raised an eyebrow:

"But, yes, I know that the reason you were expelled and kicked out of Vanguard Wing was because you were prostitutes on Hongfang Street..."

Cohen nodded with lingering fear.

Glover couldn't help but anger:

"It's your **** shit!"

Many people in Elanting knew it for the first time, and frowned.

Marico chuckled, his expression getting colder.

"How many times?"

The second officer asked:

"First-class Pioneer Officer Karen Glover, how many times have you slipped to the Red Square Street after receiving the money on the day of the salary payment, and did not come back exhausted and empty until dawn?"

"How many times have you lied in front of me when the Pioneer Wing called for the whole team, saying that your bad spirits were due to poor sleep?"

"And what is the name of the prostitute you often go to? What club?"

Every time Marico said a word, Glover's expression got worse, until the latter finally couldn't help it:

"I like prostitution! What's wrong!"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Marico said coldly:

"Just because a colleague ordered a prostitute you like, you are holding a grudge and plotting revenge, and you will eventually make a big mistake and destroy your future."

Cohen's mind turned around and he felt familiar.

What did Glover think of, his hideous face:

"They deserve it."

"I know that Menedez is a scumbag," Marico said coldly: "I also know that you have old grudges with him, and even guessed that he set up a set to provoke you."

"But so what? You are so stupid that you are so stupid that you can get the bait? There are so many heroic spirits that you can't let go. When you are excited by a few women, Yingyingyanyan, you lose your mind?"

Glover's eyes trembled and he squeezed his fists.

"Glover Pioneer, you are willing to fall, murdering your colleagues, crippling your hands and feet, all of this, because of the damn-the pillow of a few prostitutes?"

Everyone, including the captives and guards, was amazed and looked at Glover.

Faced with countless lights, the zombies trembled.

But he finally suppressed his emotions and sneered.

"Have you tasted the taste of a woman? Of course not-brother is too big, no one can fit it, so pitiful."

Mariko was startled.

Glover raised his head, smiling provocatively:

"Tell you, I can kill ten more Menedes for that taste."

Marico looked angry:

"He has been punished-thanks to you, Menedez will have to spend the rest of his life in bed."

Glover turned his head and croaked:

"Fortunately for him. In the original plan, he had to live in the dirt."

His indifferent attitude stimulated Marico, who looked at him for a long, long time, and finally sighed and shook his head.

"I tried to help you."

Marico was disappointed:

"Beforehand, I was in the vanguard wing to help you cover the round field. I just hope that Chief Steley will not find out that you are hooked on whoring."

"I have visited your brother many times, hoping that he can persuade you with brotherly feelings, let you know when you are lost, and the prodigal son will turn back."

The two eyes face each other, and Glover frowns:

"I didn't ask you to do that."

Marico shook his head and said:

"Now it seems that you are obsessed and unrepentant."

"After the accident, I shouldn't have gone to Chief Adrian and Chief Starley at all, and shouldn't visit the victims, asking them to save your life and serve you," the vanguard shook his head disappointedly: "It is better to obey the guard It is customary to dispose of you when you are in a confinement well."

Glover's eyes narrowed.

He became more and more angry, and said every word:

"I, no, please, do this!"

Mariko's face remained unchanged, and the weight-bearer in his hand turned, and the scabbard was centered on Glover's abdomen!

In the exclamation of everyone, Glover fell to the ground in pain.

"You, you have made Vanguard Wing the biggest joke in the Fuxing Palace. The Flag Wing is still staring at us, because of your rare vicious infighting of the Guard."

Marico paced around him:

"And not only did you have no regrets, you also gained power, escaped guilt, and even had the face to come back to ruin the court."

"Let the entire emperor's guard be ashamed of you."

Glover held up the pain and raised his head.

"Yo, brother?" The embarrassed zombie still forced a smile, taunting:

"Did you forget to take the aphrodisiac when you poke this sluggish body?"

Marie subject Guang Yihan.

"Although the ancient empire sword is good for maintenance, it is durable."

The second seat pioneer said coldly:

"But if the body of the sword is irreversibly wounded, broken and broken, and has to be recast, the power contained in it will be changed..."

"The new sword that is recast, even if it is as sharp as before, is no longer pure and has no retrospect."

Glover stared at him fiercely, without showing any weakness.

Marico's eyes swept towards the captives in front of him:

"Like the nobles of the stars,"

"Although it has been handed down since ancient times, from generation to generation, it can be passed on for thousands of years..."

Marico raised the weight bearing in his hand:

"It's not like an empire after all."

"Yes," Glover hummed angrily:

"Who knows which generation of your ancestors was born of a wife who went out to steal the seeds?"

Boom!

Glover was knocked to the ground for the third time, and Doyle turned his head in pain and exhaled.

"I don't know which string Marico hit on the zombie to make him blow up his hair, but he will kill himself if he continues," D.D whispered to the prisoners:

"Think of a solution!"

Just now.

"But I heard someone say it!"

Wiya’s voice came from behind, making Marico take a break:

"Those who only have empires in their minds..."

Huiya raised his head and chuckled lightly:

"Often I have never seen an empire."

Mariko put down the scabbard when he heard the word and turned to Wiya.

D.D quietly gave the latter a thumbs up, wrigglingly moved to the dying Glover, and arched him up.

As expected of the real Huaia!

"The prince's attendant, Wya Casso," Marico said coldly.

Wiya nodded and said calmly:

"According to what you said, this person no longer belongs to your ministry."

"To fight or kill, his life belongs to Prince Thales."

Marico stopped in front of him.

"Your honorable servant, I respect my father: Count Caso has a noble character and outstanding talents, and he has an unworldly merit in the kingdom."

Marico has no expression on his face:

"You should follow his footsteps and dutifully assist and persuade His Royal Highness."

"Instead of collaborating with these sinners."

The relieved Glover couldn't help but speak again, and Doyle pressed his mouth tightly.

Wiya frowned first, then smiled.

"It is not necessary."

The attendant's eyes are sharp:

"Not every son is worthy of the glory of the father."

Huaiyanunou mouth:

"Like this sword, no matter how sharp, legendary, or...pure."

"The empire is still dead."

Marico frowned.

"Just like your home, I sold the sword of our ancestors in the end."

Wiya shook his head:

"Only in exchange for your today."

"Isn't it?"

"Brother?"

Marico's eyes are getting worse.

Glover was inexplicably angry, but Doyle secretly gave Huaiya a thumbs up again:

The real Wyeah...

Enough loyalty!

Just now.

"Did I miss something?"

The familiar voice of a young man came, understatement, but made the royal guards in the atrium a commotion and stepped back:

"I mean, except for "Brother"?"

Marico sighed heavily when he heard the voice.

Amidst the excitement, Thales appeared under the light, tired.

The captives were suddenly refreshed, like seeing the savior:

"Your Highness!"

"Little fart—Your Highness!"

"I thought I would never see you again, wow--"

"It's saved!"

"I knew it!"

Tyles forced a smile, waved here, nodded there, responding to the excited shouts of his subordinates.

In the hustle and bustle, Marico turned around and shouted:

"Shut up!"

The guards in Elanting scolded one after another, suppressing the enthusiasm of the captives.

"Okay, the play is over, Marico Pioneer Officer," Thales waved his hand to Marico, drowsily:

"Untie them."

"The road at night is too dark, I need someone to accompany me."

The Vanguard stared at him with complex expressions and bowed first.

"Forgive me, Your Highness Thales," Marico insisted:

"They are all suspects who trespassed or instigated nobles to trespass. They must be interrogated strictly."

Thyls yawned greatly, not paying attention.

"Listen, I've just had 300 rounds of the king's battle. I'm tired and don't want to talk to you about this matter."

"Go and ask Adrian," the prince pointed to the way he came:

"He will give you the same answer."

"Then I will wait here for the captain's order." Marico refused to show weakness:

"You are welcome, but they can't leave."

Thyls looked around and brought in a group of indignant and awe-inspiring royal guards.

"Let's make a deal, Marico Vanguard," the boy sighed, "If you let me go."

"I will give you some benefits?"

Mariko hummed and refused:

"Bribery of the palace is a royal taboo, Your Highness."

But Thales shook his finger and approached him.

"You know, when we came in, those royal guards guarding the palace gate," the prince smiled and lowered his voice:

"I suspect that they are ambitious and intend to harm the heirs of the kingdom."

Mari subjects have changed:

"What?"

Tyles stretched his neck to reveal the bandage:

"Look, in that conflict, my neck was cut, wow, and so much blood was shed, you said, is this not murdering the prince? For the safety of the future king, do you want to grab him? Come out and explain? Get him, or them, out of the guard?"

"That's not the truth, it's slander." Marico's expression turned bad.

The captives were stunned.

Thyls smiled: "It's up to you to decide."

"After all, my father said that the death of the first king was all your negligence."

"Did you say so?"

Marico took a deep breath:

"You--"

"Let me go," Thales slapped Marico on the shoulder without waiting for him to speak:

"I will take care of the flag wing and make sure that those lads will not be blamed for'harming the prince', and there will be no record of'dereliction of duty' in the resume, and I will not retaliate against them. Like?"

Marico's face changed.

Thyls said:

"So, brother, you are going to fight with me to the end..."

He rolled his eyes at the captives waiting to be fed:

"Or...?"

In one minute.

Thyls walked in the corridors of the Fuxing Palace surrounded by many people (happy).

Their team was stumbling, awkward and sloppy, but the movement was quite quiet and noisy (plus a big dark horse who was upset by missing dinner), and the guards and servants along the way were all unheard of.

"Sorry Cohen, I didn't expect it to be such a big trouble," Thales said tiredly:

"I just wanted to borrow your family name, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to do it."

"Forget it, anyway, the director will definitely suspend my job after knowing it. I just hope he won't deduct my salary." Cohen with a swollen nose and a swollen face mournfully held the family heirloom sword, tears in his nose and tears:" No, I remembered, I was in the process of suspension and reflection..."

"And the first person to do it was not me, it was kicked in the back..."

Doyle "coughed" twice behind his back and whispered:

"Does the director know your Highness?"

Cohen was taken aback for a moment, and then he used an unprecedented reaction, awe-inspiring:

"Ah, Your Highness! It is my honor to lead you!"

"With our friendship, I would like to go through fire and water for you!"

Cohen was the first to do it, so...

Tyles glances behind him:

Rolf looked away and snorted coldly.

"Tsk tusk, little Jialun, I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it!"

Doyle patted Glover on the shoulder with relief, ignoring the latter's discomfort:

"You are also a fellow man!"

"When shall we share our experience of going to Hongfang Street..."

Glover snorted and left him and walked forward:

"Get out!"

D.D, who was rejected, was a little embarrassed. He smiled at Genenard and Willow behind him:

"We...that have a good relationship. We speak more casually and casually."

Wiya kept up with Thales, worried:

"His Royal Highness, are you... have you got what you wanted?"

Thyls, who was meditating, came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly:

"I'm still alive, right?"

Wai Ya looked at his expression, and stopped talking:

"But..."

"By the way, the Marico Pioneer just now," Thales interrupted him by raising his eyebrows, breaking the topic:

"Is the other person not bad?"

The Glover behind him snorted.

"Although there is more or less aspiration to win fame and show loyalty, but in the end, he compromised," Thales scratched his chin:

"He did not push the situation to the end in order to fulfill his reputation of facing the prince and not fearing the powerful and let his men ruin the future."

"There is no difference," Glover glum:

"He is still a self-righteous bastard."

"The dozen or so idiots who were beaten up by us will probably still be grateful to Brother, and think he saved themselves."

Thyls shook his head:

"You have to give him a step down."

"And we have to tolerate: people are imperfect, chubby."

Hearing this name, Glover looked embarrassed and couldn't help slowing down.

"Huh, Fat Dun'er?" Doyle caught up from behind, his gaze turned, interested:

"Why does Your Highness call you that? You are not fat, at least you are not fat in clothes. Could it be that you are...chubby?"

Glover had a meal and became fierce again:

"Call me like that again—"

"——You are in danger." Cohen, who was unlovable, passed by the two and finished the second half sentence for the zombie listlessly.

The ferocious Glover gave a choked expression.

"He—" Glover was half fierce and unsustainable, he suffocated his breath and said reluctantly:

"You are right."

Glover glared at D.D, snorted, and left angrily.

Just leave Doyle standing ignorantly.

When did their relationship feel so good?

Obviously I am the partner of the zombie, and I am the grandson of that stupid uncle's brother-in-law, okay?

He had to turn to the last Rolf, helplessly explain:

"I know, they are difficult to do, right? They don't care about the feelings of others—"

But Rolf walked past him blankly, without even looking at Doyle.

"Received--"

Leave only D.D rubbing his nose awkwardly, and ridiculing himself in the air:

"It's okay, I'm fine, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Rolf, and, happy cooperation."

The answer to him was the snarl of the dark horse Jenny's disdain.

At the front of the team, Huai Ya took a deep breath.

"But I know, Your Highness, even if Marico doesn't agree to your terms," ​​the attendant smiled:

"You won't let those guards get wronged for nothing, right?"

Talston gave it a bit.

He was a little surprised, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next second, the prince sneered noncommittal:

"Who knows?"

Huiya was startled.

Thyls didn't speak much, he took a big step and moved forward.

Waiya looked at the prince's back and couldn't help but speak:

"Strange."

"What's the matter?" the worried Glover asked casually.

Wiya shook his head.

"I don't know," he looked at Thales from behind:

"I just think something is wrong with your Highness."

Rolf dismissed the snort and made a rude gesture.

Glover said: "Why?"

Huiya hesitated for a second, and said:

"That question, he put it in the past, he will smile easily and definitely say ‘of course’."

"And never hesitate."

Rolf was slightly startled.

Glover thoughtfully.

————

Fuxing Palace, royal guard duty room.

"The alarm in the palace has been on for an hour, and it has been a long time since no one came to you for a small report."

The watchman of the royal guard, Tormund Mallos gently put down his yerba mate, and said calmly:

"At least tell me, what happened outside, right?"

"For example, did the Fuxing Palace catch fire?"

Across from him, the deputy guard and chief flag officer, Vogel Tarren opened the next document.

"Daily guard exercises, you don't need to worry about it," the deputy guard captain did not look up:

"Our work here is not finished yet-answer me, the defense and duty work of Mindis Hall, do you arrange the arrangement according to the rules of the Royal Guard?"

Malles raised his head, and the polyphonic array on the wall continued to move, shining brightly.

Record everything faithfully.

"Daily exercises will require thirty people to block the gate of the guard room in full gear and surround the two of us. Are you allowed to enter or not to leave?" Mallos said softly.

The room was silent for a while.

Vogel laughed, understatement:

"We must exercise to deal with all situations-answer questions."

Everything.

Malles narrowed his eyes: "Even me?"

Vogel raised his eyes and shot him directly:

"Especially you."

Especially you.

Malles closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Tell me," the watchman said helplessly:

"He wasn't stupid enough to assassinate Your Majesty, right?"

Vogel fumbled through the file.

"It's actually not that hard to guess," Mallos reached out and closed the cover of the document while answering the other's surprise:

"Except for the prince who forced the palace to rebel, I couldn't think of anything else. He wanted to keep his guard captain here like a thief, and let you drag me the reason for nagging."

Vogel was expressionless.

Malles sighed:

"Well, that kid shouldn't be that stupid, but who knows, after all, he was taught by a native of the North."

Malos looked at Vogel seriously: "Listen, if the situation is out of control, you will need me."

The two men in the guard room were silent for a while.

"Okay, I can let you go."

Malles' eyes lit up.

"As long as you answer me one thing truthfully."

Vogel looked at the polyphonic circle on the wall and made up his mind.

"That kid..."

"Your Majesty..."

"Born blood?"

Marius raised his eyes suddenly!

Born blood.

"What happened to your highness?"

Malios speeded up his speech and forced to ask:

"Is he still alive?"

The reaction and attitude of the watchman made Vogel frowned.

"If he is not his own person, then he is..."

Vogleton took a moment, stared at his opponent, and tentatively said:

"The blood of His Royal Highness Prince Midil?"

Crown Prince Midil.

Marius was taken aback when he heard the words, then he exhaled and laughed out loud.

He leaned back in his chair.

"So, is he safe?"

"He is not safe, it has a lot to do with this," Vogel persisted:

"Answer me."

Malles gave a chuckle and looked back at him, jokingly.

"His Royal Highness Midil died eighteen years ago, 660 years in the end calendar," the watchman looked straight at Vogel:

"As for that child, he is fourteen this year."

Eighteen years ago.

Fourteen years old.

Vogel reacted with some inexplicable embarrassment.

"Well, then we--"

Boom!

The gate of the guard room was knocked open.

Malles and Vogel turned their heads together, one freed and the other unhappy.

Wea, the officer in charge of the banner, walked in with a mournful look: "Sir--"

"I said don't disturb." Vogel said unhappily.

Weah's banner officer's expression is even more ugly, he nodded mechanically, letting out the figure behind.

"Here?"

Prince Thales stepped into the room, surprised the two sitting opposite, and stood up at the same time.

"It's such a broken ground," Thales frowned:

"You guys can talk too much, right?"

Behind him, the heads of Doyle, Cohen, Wyah and others grew out of the door frame, and looked curiously at the guard room where only the long-term staff came to rest.

"Your Highness."

Vogel is a little unbelievable:

"You... everything is fine."

Thyls waved his hand to indicate that he knew.

"Your Highness."

Marius looked indifferently:

"Have fun?"

Thyls snorted and gave him a roll of eyes.

"You, what are you surprised?" The prince waved his hand and turned to leave:

"Go home!"

Malles raised an eyebrow at Vogel, indicating that he could not help it.

Vogel reacted and spoke hard:

"Your Highness."

"The paperwork for the flag wing has not been completed yet."

Vogel came to Thales and blocked his way with a squat:

"And this is an important tradition of the Royal Guard, which is related to the safety of the royal family, please understand."

Thyls cocked his mouth.

"Who is that?"

"The villain of the guard, you see that Mallor can't do anything with him..."

"What will your Highness do?"

"A silver coin, I bet he will come hard, such as threatening his home..."

"Then I will bet soft..."

The voice of twitter came from behind.

Tyles' face stiffened, he turned his head suddenly!

Several heads on the door frame disappeared.

The surroundings are quiet.

The prince looked back at the banner officer:

"What if I don't understand?"

Vogel suppressed his anger, bowed, and smiled:

"Your Highness, allow me to introduce, this is a polyphonic circle."

Thyls followed his gaze and turned to the wall and found the strange circle that was shimmering.

Magic.

It's magic again.

An inexplicable irritability hit my heart.

"It is recording everything we are saying at this moment, without leaving a word," Vogel is neither humble nor overbearing, and uses proper terms:

"To pass on to future generations, to be commented on."

Thyls frowned.

"Afterlife?"

Vogel nodded:

"Although the polyphonic stone used for recording is an extremely rare consumable item, the will and wills of many princes have been left like this for hundreds of years in the history of stars."

He squinted his eyes:

"Many historians wrote books for the ancestors of the stars, spreading them through the generations, and this is the source."

Write a book and spread it to all generations...

Thyls stopped when he heard the words, and subconsciously adjusted his collar.

"Glover, Doyle, you accompany your majesty back first," Mallos said, calmly and authentically:

"I will be there soon."

"It will not be too long."

The zombie and D.D were about to enter the room, but Vogel turned his head and stared back~IndoMTL.com~The eyes of Mallos and Vogel met in the air.

If there is electric light.

Tyles tidied his collar fingers.

"Police circle? So, no matter what I say now," the young man slowly turned around:

"Behind me, the kings and queens for hundreds of thousands of years, can they hear?"

Vogel nodded cheerfully:

"Yes, so in order to be thorough, you might as well go first..."

"Okay." Thales sighed and walked to the wall.

Vogel couldn't help but laugh when he saw this:

"There is no reasonable method, you cannot disassemble..."

But Thales just brought his palms to the front of his mouth, aimed at the circle, and took a deep breath.

"My descendants, listen carefully, listen, listen..."

Vogel is puzzled.

Marius' expression changed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Thyls called for the crimes of Hell River, focusing on the vocal cords and throat, and his voice grew louder.

"Listen...Listen...Listen..."

The next second, he has a hideous face and roars:

"Listen to some of Nima's ah ah ah ah ah ah stupid stuff——"

The guard room is not big, and the sound is deafening. The lights in the room trembled and even the yerba mate in the cup was spilled.

The roar fell, and the room fell silent, except for the lingering noise outside the corridor, which shocked the court.

The light of the magic circle flashed a few times, and it became a lot dim, dying.

Thyls exhaled.

After roaring this voice that has spread to the world, he only felt refreshed and refreshed.

The prince tidyed up his appearance, turned his head contentedly, and faced the two men who had been petrified and the stone heads on the door frames, gentle and personable:

"Excuse me, is the paperwork finished?"