Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 135: I messed up

Remember in one second【】

Sonia looked at Thales in a trance, thoughtfully.

"You know, when I went back to the royal capital this time, I found that everyone was at ease." After a while, she snorted, took out her pipe and cigarette again, and started rolling another cigarette. "It's no longer like a few years People like those before, are always ready to relocate and flee, always worrying that the northerners will call back someday."

"This is a good thing," Thales nodded, "and you guard the fortress and take great credit."

But the flower of the fortress snorted softly, with a sarcasm:

"In fact, a month ago, I took people north to the black sand collar to ‘camping’ on the land of Lombard-to put it bluntly, it’s investigation."

Thyls didn't look back, but looked at the distant Star Lake: "It's really courageous."

"It's there now, um, it's quiet." Sonia's cigarette hand was steady and meticulous, and it didn't look like she was drinking too much.

"Heisha has just fought the civil war, and everything is still recovering, but the taxes for farmers and herdsmen are reduced, the customs clearance fees for merchants crossing the border are also reduced, and there are fewer lawless bandits on the road. Including the villages, the northern rough There are not many groups of Han people who are always happy. I heard that no matter what disputes, they rely on new officials-or a lot of king's decrees that I don't understand-to resolve."

The King's Decree.

Thyls didn't speak, but his thoughts slowly broke away from the sadness and sigh.

"I’ve dealt with those familiar, rotten, foul-smelling northern lords—Lewan, Mend, Devinson, Peruno, Ica—have disappeared. Some of them lost their heads during the civil war, some moved to Heisha City, some were replaced by new leaders who obeyed the king’s words, and the rest were shrunk in the castle, staying behind closed doors."

According to words.

Tyles frowned slowly.

"The young people from the Northland in the countryside have also left a lot-I heard that some people joined the king's army during the civil war, and some went to live in the city after the war. Those who stayed are also excited. Talk about how we can go to farther places, such as Heisha City, and try to get an official position and even come back like other civilians who have come out.

"And our detailed work further north, including the secret agents who occasionally come to rest, also said that every day, even every hour, from the declining aristocratic wandering knights to the common people and the rogues, there are new people lively. I went to Heisha City in a noisy manner and wanted to make a career there."

Get ahead.

Achieve career.

Thyls' eyes became sharper and sharper: "Really."

Sonia nodded, she finally rolled a swallow, pounding her cigarette butts carefully:

"To be honest, my years of warfare are not too short. I am not afraid of the heavy cavalry in the north, their heavy sword infantry or heavy armored swordsman, and even the Broken Dragon Fortress in hand. Even more, it’s not a big problem, but..."

Speaking of this, Sonia paused.

A few seconds later, she rubbed the bituminous flint and lit the smoke in her hand.

"But I can feel that something is different in the north, and this is definitely not a question I can answer on the battlefield with swords and magic guns."

Tyles listened to her, but the words of his "old friend" appeared before her eyes:

Now it seems that it may not be that far away-Thales, who has experienced the ups and downs after returning to China, sighs with emotion:

Just like the weak Cohen and the unshakable Xiacheng District, the one who never forgets, the work may be unfinished, but there must be repercussions.

And how did you do it, Charman Rumba?

What have you paid for this journey?

Fortress Flower took a deep breath, exhaling endless smoke.

"What do you think, His Royal Highness Polaris who came back from the north?"

Thyls came back to his senses.

Polaris-a voice said silently in Thales's heart, no, you don't like this nickname.

It looks awe-inspiring, but with mockery, and imperceptible rejection and alienation.

It gives you a lot, but deprives you more.

"I know."

The Duke of Xinghu slowly nodded: "Seven years ago, I was there, the most center of the storm."

Thyls turned around to avoid the smoke, only to feel that everything in front of him was hazy and unrecognizable by the smoke of Sonya's roll.

"So I know better than anyone, what kind of beast I unleashed in Exeter, in Dragon City, and what kind of flame it will ignite."

The beast.

Fortress Flower was silent for a while, and said slowly:

"So, can you put it back in the cage?"

Thyls smiled.

Return to the cage.

"No one can close it," he shook his head and exclaimed, "It was destined to be like this when it was born more than a hundred years ago."

Maybe, maybe more than a hundred years, he said quietly in his heart:

From the day human beings were born, it quietly landed.

Sonia snorted sarcastically. She took a puff of her cigarette and leaned against the lookout with a serious expression.

"Now, many people in Yongxing City feel that Exeter is in deep infighting, divided and declining, and it is no longer possible to launch the nationwide expedition in the Bloody Years, which can not threaten us."

Thyls pursed his lips:

"At least the first half is correct."

Sonia ignored his words and continued:

"In the past seven years, the border between the two countries was calm, and Broken Dragon Fortress was even more impressive, whether it was your majesty or the great figures of the imperial predecessors, and even many of them in the northern border and Exeter for generations.

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The Qiu's family felt that the enemy had gone and the foreign troubles had been eliminated, so they turned around and drove their own people without worry.

"Even Old Sodor is no exception. He rejected my proposal to strengthen the defense of the fortress, saying that he has more important things.

"Even some people at the Imperial Conference thought I was alarmist."

Sonia's voice fell, her eyes pointed at Thales, sharp.

Thyls looked back at her also, eyes deep.

Across between them was a puff of white smoke from Sonia's finger.

A few seconds later, Thales grinned and shook his head.

"Only a fool would think that Exter's decline is not enough to worry about, let alone the adults of the Royal Council. I think many of them are just involuntary."

"Can't help yourself?"

Sonia disagrees:

"When the old man Suduo asked me for reserve soldiers, saying that he was going to the Western Wilderness to rob the nobles, he looked enthusiastic, but he didn't seem to be persecuted by the king."

Western Wilderness.

The Sand King Project.

Thyls was silent for a while.

"Not a king," Thales looked at the night sky dreamily. "The thing that persecutes them is not the king, or even the individual, but the'thing'-fame, location, ideals, interests, power, it is where they are. Everything about the net forces them to make decisions that may not be rational or long-term from another perspective."

Sonia's cigarette lightened and dimmed, and she frowned in the smoke.

"And this is the most terrifying place," Thales unconsciously grasped the ring and dagger in his pocket, feeling one left and one right, full of weight, "The most luminous persecution is often subtle and silent. The sound makes you think you are voluntary."

The observatory under the moon was quiet again.

After a while, the fortress flower dusted his cigarette butts and snorted coldly:

"Listen, I don’t know what happened to the Fuxing Palace, and I don’t know what'wild beast' you put in, but this experience made me have a bad feeling, and I will wait until Broken Dragon Fortress becomes lively next time. , What we have to face, I am afraid it will be far beyond imagination."

Thyls raised his eyes:

"So?"

"I need more."

"What more?"

"Everything," Sonia answered without hesitation, "everything that can prevent my ominous premonition from becoming a reality."

She took a puff of cigarette and spit it out to Thales gently:

"Soldiers, money, equipment, food, intelligence, morale, support, and perhaps government bureaucrats who are not holding back-although in my experience, the last thing is basically impossible."

Thyls frowned, he coughed and waved his hand to disperse the smoke.

Sure enough, she was not as simple as going home for a vacation, nor was it a coincidence that she happened to pass by your castle.

A voice said in his heart: Everyone has a plan and a desire.

Even the hearty, well-known fortress flower is inevitable.

Thinking of this, Thales felt a little gloomy.

Sonia asks you, then you should promise her, at least leave the conversation, and see what you can find in the future-he whispered in his heart, even if this is just a short redemption ticket, but this is in line with you The covenant made with the king takes advantage of the gap between your father and son to show every crack in the kingdom.

Even if it is the flower of the fortress.

But...

"Sorry, you found the wrong person." After a while, the Duke of Xinghu said in a deep voice: "I'm just an out-of-favor prince exiled. I have no soldiers and rights, and I am too poor."

Sonia stared at him for a long time before turning to the direction of Xinghu.

"It doesn't matter. Nineteen years ago, when I led my troops north to Yongxing City, when I met your father in a group of refugees, he was similar."

Fortress Flower took another cigarette:

"Even, Kessel had just escaped from the chase at that time, trembled and trembled, and it was much more miserable than you are now."

Hearing the name, Thales frowned.

"Then maybe, you should go to my father for help."

"If I can, be paralyzed," Sonia scolded and pointed at the moon with a cigarette **** and complained, "Since sitting on the throne, your father has become less and less cute, and less and less well-behaved, which For example, when we first met in wartime, we asked him to kneel and kneel down, let him be naked and then dance, force him to dance and dance, and call him to be a king, crying and crawling to be crowned..."

Thyls frowned deeply at these disrespectful words.

Why does she say that?

Your father is getting less and less cute... Call him king and he will be crowned...

Why did she say this to herself?

Sonia Sutherley, she was supposed to be the backbone of the royal standing army, the northern barrier of the kingdom, and the sword in the hands of the iron-fisted king, isn't she?

Why?

But Thales didn’t show up on his face, so he only picked out one word in the other’s sentence to ridicule: "Taking naked, really?"

Sonia waved her hand and she turned a deaf ear:

"In short, I don't expect you to do what you do now—look at your poor little body—but I can wait, wait."

In the fog, the fortress flower smiled at him.

But at that moment, Thales only felt hollow inside.

etc.

What are you waiting for?

What else, another voice in his heart said quietly, between you and the king, what can she wait for?

But, no, ask

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Niya she...

Thyls was in a sudden panic. He subconsciously rubbed the bone ring in his pocket, remembering his agreement with King Kessel.

Sonia changed her hand to hold the cigarette, and sighed a little: "As for you, just keep what I said in your heart--the kingdom has something to do, and it must be in the north. You must be prepared for the future."

Tyles swallowed.

Be prepared for the future.

In the future?

No, it's impossible, Thales dispelled the improper thoughts.

Sonia is the fortress commander. All she cares about is the threat of Exeter and the defense of the north. If something happens to the kingdom, it must be in the north. This is the key to her language.

So what-another thought from the bottom of my heart came up again-the reason she said this is because as the guard of the Broken Dragon Fortress, she must say so.

Because the enemy of the north is her capital: the threat of the Kingdom of Exter directly affects Sonya’s future, the standing army under her, the resources she can obtain, and the importance of her. The degree affects her right position in the kingdom.

Because she is also in the net.

Can't extricate yourself.

Isn't it? Isn't this the truth you have experienced in the political games these months, and used it to oppose the king's army?

And you, Thales, you have to see through this, her asking for help is not that simple—no!

Tyles closed his eyes and interrupted his thoughts.

He thinks too much, Sonia, Sonia he knows is not that kind of person.

"Why, why me?"

Thyls opened his eyes, slightly tired:

"I believe that there are other people of insight in the capital, who can give you more and more substantial help."

Sonia took a sip of tobacco and pondered for a moment:

"Maybe, because you are special? For example, if you dare to rebel against the palace with a sword and threaten your father?"

Thyls looked back abruptly!

Fortress Flower raised the cigarette in his hand: "Don't look at me, the rumors are spreading quickly-well, it's definitely not the old man Sodor told me."

But Thales' mood sank.

Look, you are right, Thales.

She came to you because you broke into the palace to rebel but left safely, because you proved your weight and became the second pole beyond the highest throne.

So the kingdom changed drastically, and even the seemingly sassy, ​​magnanimous fortress flower, she saw, she knew, she felt—just as the king and Thales had foreseen—Tyle S may be able to compete with King Kessel.

So she came.

Not only for returning home, not only for the north, but not only for the poor personal friendship with you.

Thyls looked at Sonya silently, feeling restless.

Sonia didn't notice the change in Thales' eyes. She smoked the cigarette to herself, immersed in the hazy smoke, very at ease.

"Perhaps because you are one of the few people who can cure Rumba? According to Miranda, seven years ago, you gave up the opportunity to escape, decisively returned to the Palace of Valor, and used your freedom to extinguish the two countries. The flames of war will be ignited."

Tyles took a deep breath.

Seven years ago.

It was another seven years ago.

Damn it seven years ago.

He suddenly lost interest in the conversation before him.

For the defense of the fortress, or for the future of the kingdom, in the final analysis, she is here to show good, win, ask for help, stand in line--or any other good or bad synonym.

She, the owner of the Supreme Shield, Sonia Sutherley, who once saved her life, is actually not much different from the Duke of the Western Wilds.

Sonia, even Sonia, is the same.

Thinking of this, Thales felt deeply disappointed.

And he, Thales Canxing, can no longer open his heart and open his heart unreservedly to this savior like when he first met.

"So I thought, that kid," Sonia sighed, taking a puff of cigarette, but her eyes were pointed, "the one who took care of forgiveness and justice under the gallows, the one who dared to charge towards Rumba and dared to wave towards his father. Sword child, should he have some hope?"

At that moment, Thales squeezed the "covenant."

"Hope?" Thales repeated mechanically.

Sonia, she is not the first, nor the last. In the future, more people will do the same thing. Starting from a certain point, the people who talk to him, the calculations and benefits in the words , Purpose and ** will only increase.

Until nothing else is left.

Tyles subconsciously clenched the covenant in his pocket.

But you know, Thales.

This is the necessary way, and this is the beginning.

A voice said to him in his heart: You know, you are already prepared.

Regardless of the cost.

Sonia smiled and knocked Thales on the forehead:

"I know, you are not a'big man' in the Fuxing Palace, not yet, but the good thing is that you have no time to be like them, being forced by some ghost to be'involuntarily', and you haven't become like them. They are equally annoying."

Become them.

Thyls ignored her presumptuous actions, only felt that the bone ring in her pocket became more and more prickly.

She thought she knew, but she didn't know it at all.

Thyls stared at her.

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The flower of the fortress smiled and said:

"In short, the world will not stay the same, I hope you, in fact, many people think you are..."

"But I am not!" Thales yelled subconsciously.

The lookout was quiet for a moment.

Sonia was taken aback. She looked at Thales short of breath in surprise, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

"Not what?"

But Thales reacted immediately and adjusted his breathing regretfully:

"Sorry, ma'am, me, I'm lost. It may be that I drank too much at night and lost my concentration."

He controlled his tone and forced a few smiles:

"I understand your concerns about the defense of the fortress, Her Excellency, but you may not know my situation..."

But before he could finish speaking, Sonya coldly interrupted: "Shut up."

Thyls was waiting to say something, but at that moment, the eyes of the fortress flower were brilliant, abrupt and sharp, making him forget to say something.

She was up and down, looking at Thales carefully.

"Tell me, boy, how long have you been back to King Capital?"

The young man was startled for a second.

"It's been half a year, I don't remember. I'm sorry I've made a mistake, but it's late now, Lordess, I'm a little tired..."

But Fortress Flower shook his head and twitched, interrupting him again.

"Sunset, it seems she was right, they **** you badly."

Thyls frowned:

"What?"

Sonia smiled to the sky.

"Did you know, you are talking like the dumb under your hand, wearing a mask." Sonia raised her cigarette and cocked her mouth. The curvature of her mouth remained the same, and her eyes were still cold.

Wearing a mask...

Thyls was silent for a while when he heard the words.

"Rolf can't speak."

"Aren't you the same now?" Sonia quickly retorted him, she sneered coldly:

"How long have you not spoken to anyone?"

Thyls was speechless for a while.

"Why, is it possessed by a demon or cursed by a witch?"

Cursed by a witch.

Tyles swallowed his throat and resisted the ** who touched the ring.

He took a deep breath:

"I, you don't understand, Sonia—"

"You haven't tried it yet, how do you know..."

"You don't know!" Thales interrupted her upset loudly.

He is breathing fast, staring at the cigarette, like a leisurely Sonya.

You just listened to a few rumors, and weighed enough about the situation, Sonia Sutherley, you hurried back and forth to "visit" me, relying on the so-called old feelings to say something. In terms of what "something is going on in the north", what "I can wait", what "ready for the future", "you are special", to understatement, rhetoric, self-righteous...

Tyles mobilized the crime of Hell River and tried his best to smooth his breath.

"You don't know, Sonia," Thales tried not to think too much. He stood up, trying to end the conversation as gracefully as possible:

"You don't know anything."

"I don't know anything."

The young man was in a trance.

What, everything...

Sonia did not speak, she sat opposite Thales, staring at him intently, letting the cigarette burn in her hand.

But the look in her eyes made Thales more uneasy and wanted to turn around to avoid.

Finally, the fortress flower exhaled and looked at the starry sky above.

"You know, when I came to Xinghu Castle to recruit the guards, my mother was shocked--ah, shocked, this term was taught to me by the nurse in the castle."

Thyls recovered:

"What?"

But Sonya ignored him, just said to herself:

"And when I got here, the first words they saw me were: You have gone the wrong way, girl, the back kitchen and the weaving workshop are not here, and the maid recruitment is not here.

"And when they knew that I came to enlist for the guard..."

Sonia chuckled slightly, her emotions complicated:

"John is an enlightened duke, so no one dared to say directly,'Hey, girl, you are not suitable for this, you should go home and have children and breastfeed'."

Fortress Flower asked Thales back, meaning something:

"Does it look like now?"

Thyls, who is in a bad mood, frowned:

"Now? What now?"

Sonia snorted coldly.

"Now, no one dares to tell you directly:'Hey, Prince, Duke, Polaris, you are a newcomer, you are a newcomer, you are delicate and tender, savage, rude and incomprehensible, not suitable for this job, you should lie down Go back to bed and **, wait until you learn how to be good, and wait until your father passes on."

The body is delicate and the body is noble, but the heart is soft.

Tyles' fist clenched subconsciously.

Sonia leaned forward and approached Thales, her tone full of mockery:

"But they all think so, but many times they don't know it themselves, and their eyes are full of pity and sympathy when they see you, the kind that can move oneself-why, can't you notice it? "

Thyls suddenly became inexplicably uncomfortable: "I—"

Sonia squinted her eyes:

"So much so that you yourself, you also start to think so, you are self-righteous

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Small waste. "

Thyls couldn't listen, he took a deep breath:

"Good night, Sonia, I am very happy to chat with you."

But as soon as he turned around, Sonya’s words of sarcasm and contempt came again:

"Instead, they are polite and polite, but there is something in the words,'Oh, your prince, you really are a young man!' You have done the best at this age!'We can't expect more from you!'"

Sonia's tone faded:

"Like back then, the recruiting officer looked at me with weird eyes, and said to me,'Oh, what a heroine who doesn't bear the eyebrows!' A girl can have such ambition! Those gangster men are here to see!'"

Tyles stopped.

"And they say this because you are new here, because you are an accident. According to common sense, you shouldn't be here with them in the same room-just like me back then."

Fortress Flower turned to face the starlight dots on Xinghu, her expression numb.

Thyls didn't look back, but his throat shook.

"Why do you say this?"

"Because I know this feeling," Sonia took a deep breath, then spit out slowly, as if tasting the wine made from memory, "This kind of walking into a completely strange world, facing all you don’t Obstacles that are accustomed and unknown, but still have to pretend to be tough and feel forward."

At that moment, Thales trembled slightly.

The feeling of stepping into the Fuxing Palace appeared in his memory—cold, narrow, and oppressive.

The scene of entering Ballard's room also came in front of you—everyone had a smiling face, their speech was sincere, and they were polite.

But...

"And this is the territory of your opponents, the battlefield they have been used to for a long time, the fixed rules, and the environment that is good for them but harmful to the rest," Sonia stared at the stars in a daze. Xinghu, who is also bottomless, "And we, we are equal to our own shortcomings and the other's strengths, to accommodate them, to follow them, and to engage in the'old style' that you may never get."

Thyls was silent for a long time.

At that moment, what Ji Ni said to him before the royal banquet came to mind:

But...

Thyls squeezed the dagger and bone ring tightly in his pocket and snorted coldly.

"Let me guess, what you want to say is that despite the many difficulties, you still succeeded. You became a guard by enlisting and stayed in the castle, right?"

He turned around and looked at the back of the fortress flower lying on the watchtower.

"Through your power of the end or something, you survive the strong, survive the fittest, show the strength of the newcomer, a blockbuster, prove that women are no worse than men, and can be excellent in men's courts? More than In this way, you have reached the top, shocked countless people including Duke John’s jaws, and finally became one of the three handsome men in the kingdom all the way, so you are now coming to me to fill me with chicken soup,'Hey, don't give up, you are falling out 'Right?"

Sonia did not answer, but sighed deeply, resting her cigarette **** on the observation deck.

Thyls shook his head ironically:

"Save it, it's not the same at all."

When the voice fell, Thales didn't hesitate anymore and turned to leave.

"They said that women are not suitable for the battlefield." Behind her, Sonya's voice went from far to near, "So, be careful."

The crimes of the prison river surged, Thales frowned:

"What?"

But the next second, he felt a pain in his back knee!

Boom!

Tyles was swept down, and he was able to react with his arms on the ground:

"What are you doing--"

But as soon as he turned his head in anger, he saw Sonia's cold face and the soles of military boots that were slowly enlarged in front of him!

Boom!

The Crimes of the Hell River roared wildly, Thales blocked the kick of the fortress flower in an instant, shook his arm bones, and his entire head was buzzing!

What are you doing?

Sonia's power of ending is fed back to his senses, like unbreakable ice-strong, hard, and heavy.

But his luck ends here.

Sonia's next knee blow came along and completely broke his defense.

Thyls only felt dark in front of him, and immediately landed on his back. Sonia knelt on her chest and caught her neck, pressing firmly on the ground.

The sin of leaving the prison river crazily flowing in the air, but there is nothing he can do.

Damn it!

This gap... how can it be so big!

"Fuck you--"

Tyles yelled in anger, but what followed was a merciless slap in the face of the fortress flower!

Slap!

This slap is not only hot and transparent, it not only slaps Thales into dizziness, eyes and stares at the stars, but also slaps the prince's anger back into his mouth, leaving only a panting.

"Children can't speak swear words," Sonia said coldly, who suppressed him so hard, "Don't do it all day long."

This watchtower is in the middle of the castle, and the guards' focus is mainly on external threats (which is why Thales chose this place), but even so, the sound of fighting was still heard.

"Who is making noise on there!"

Lights lit up on the lower fort wall and shone toward the observation deck. A voice that Thales was very familiar with sounded, awe-inspiring:

"Stand up, raise your hand, show your face! Let me see!"

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Sonia snorted coldly, turned her knees, and pressed Thales' neck ("Damn, why is the neck again!"-Furious Thales).

"My old lady is here to **** a man!"

Fortress Flower straightened up, revealing half of his head, roaring through the castle:

"Do you **** have an opinion!"

After saying that, she lowered her head and told Thales unabashedly:

"Scream, scream louder! Haven't you eaten enough rubbish! Use your strength to breastfeed!"

Thyls was shocked and sullen at the same time, but his neck was crushed, and he could only make a "forehead, forehead, forehead" sound.

Hearing her voice, the patrol on the fort wall was silent for several seconds.

"Ah, it is Lady Sutherley!"

The next moment, the voice of the patrol became gentle and flattering:

"Misunderstandings, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings haha! Uh, uh, sorry to bother you! The Duke of Thales asked me to bring you a good one for him... Please be gentle! The zombie is my partner, he Although he grows big, he may not be able to bear it. Your strong..."

"Go!" Sonia's roar sounded again.

Under the watchtower, the voice of the patrol and his lights disappeared together, and there were also many princes who came with him.

Sonia gave a sneer, loosened Thales' neck slightly, and lowered her head:

"Now, no one will bother us anymore."

There has never been a moment when Thales hated his guard like he does now.

He swears that waiting for him to get out of trouble, waiting for d.d, will be the most terrifying punishment in the world that the latter can't imagine.

The crimes of the prison river continue to converge on the arms, but the young man just can't break through the blockade of the fortress flower.

Sonia, who was originally indifferent in her eyes, watched him struggling and bursting into tears, suddenly grinned and grinned.

The next second, she loosened her knees and dragged Thales up from the ground, leaning against the observation deck.

Thyls, who received the amnesty, didn't care about fighting back for revenge. He panted and rubbed his chest in pain:

"You crazy woman, what do you want, want, do, do..."

"I messed up."

An understatement stopped Thales' words abruptly.

Broken up? What messed up?

Thyls panted, and couldn't help but look at Sonya.

"For the recruitment of castle guards, I stumbled upon the entry test. I was so old and unable to lift a certain weight stone."

Sonia is laughing.

But at this moment, the smile on Fortress Flower's face looked tired, bitter, and numb.

There is no general demeanor of her who crosses the battlefield and resists the North.

Her expression on this rare face made Thales somehow to answer.

"The long-distance running test is also unqualified."

Sonia did not have the consciousness that she had just bullied the prince. She turned around wearily and sat down side by side with Thales.

"There is also shooting. I reluctantly shook my bow and pulled away, but I just couldn’t shoot the arrow on the target, and I could read and write—did I tell you that it was the mother in the castle who taught I can read?"

She stared at the night sky steadily.

"As for fighting, it's even worse. I guess I'm more used to hitting people with a **** instead of wearing a armor and holding a sword to kill. Even recruits can knock me down."

Thyls slowly adjusted his breath.

"Although I am considered a good hand among those who do farm work, I am also considered a shrew who is well-known in ten miles and eight villages, and once wielded a pitchfork to fight with wild boars and bandits, but among those who came from all over, I danced with knives. Among the sword-handling men..."

Sonia quietly said:

"In any case~IndoMTL.com~I messed up. Among all the applicants, I, as the only female, had the worst results."

"I remember their gazes and ridicule... and all my efforts have proved to them in vain that women are not suitable for the battlefield, and perhaps even more should not be soldiers, and can't do those things that fight and kill. "

Broken up.

Tyles' breath paused for a second.

At that moment, the flower of the fortress of Megatron Xilu slowly raised her head, she looked at the Haoyue starry sky in confusion, as if drunkenness returned to her nerves.

"All my dignity, persistence, and hope are all shattered by the **** reality at the moment when I walked into a strange world."

Sonia turned her head to look at Thales, with a weak smile that did not match the identity of the fortress flower:

"Just like you."

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^