Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 19: Over 2 hands

Wait.

Thyls thought.

Six years later, one of the stars’ old friends did discover his power of ending.

In...the prison of bones.

But...

The dark purple mask flashed before Thales' eyes.

He clenched the hilt of the sword subconsciously.

Not possible.

"I said, this process of knight training...only you."

Mallos brought Thales back to reality with smiling words:

"If you cheated, it's not difficult to see."

The watchman pointed at Thales's arm, with the pleasure of capturing the prey.

Under the pillar on the other side, Doyle blinked in surprise and habitually stabbed the person next to him.

"Really?"

The security officer's mouth opened and opened:

"How old is that kid...How old is he?"

Doyle didn't expect anyone to answer.

Unexpectedly, this time, Glover's deep voice actually rang:

"According to the record, fourteen years old..."

The vanguard officer nicknamed "Zombie" narrowed his eyes:

"Zero one hundred and twenty-eight days."

Doyle was surprised.

"Fuck, it's time to catch up with the youngest awakening record, wait," But Doyle immediately noticed something, he looked at Glover strangely:

"Why do you remember so clearly?"

Glover ignored him, just tightened his arms.

My eyes are fixed in the court.

When Thales tried to adjust his breathing, thinking about what was going on at this moment, what the consequences would be, and how he should respond, Mallos spoke again.

"This article was not mentioned in the briefing about you, so..."

Malós rubbed his hands and said in an indifferent tone:

"When did you awaken the power of ending?"

Thyls is stunned again.

The crime of Hell River...

It doesn’t seem to matter, but in fact, this power accompanies him through the birch forest, stepping through the conspiracy of the ugly woman, surviving the disaster of Longxiao City, helping him escape into the desert, and taking him safely Back to the stars.

The secret it is about, the things experienced...

No matter what Black Sword told or Ricky said...

It's a little...too much.

No.

He can't expose too much.

At least...can't tell the truth.

The question and answer between the two is only a few seconds, so Thales can't afford to hesitate:

"When...in the Northland."

The young Duke of Xinghu quickly thought of excuses by clearing his throat and organized the language.

"The Palace of Valor is in crisis. I must hide myself and keep my cards."

The more he speaks, the more fluent he is, with timely worry and alert on his face:

"As for you, Lord Mallos, where did your briefing come from?"

Malles did not answer immediately, but looked at him for a while.

The look in the opponent's eyes made Thales extremely uncomfortable.

A few seconds later, Mallos bends a weird smile before turning to another question.

"What kind of final power do you have, Your Highness?"

An equally deadly question.

"I..." Thales frowned just right, showing helplessness after pretending to think:

"I don't know either."

Malles was silent for a while, then continued to ask:

"Then what are its characteristics? What changes will it bring to you?"

The crime of the prison river.

What characteristics?

What changed?

Uh...hell senses?

Thyls thinks of the night vision effect in the tunnels and dungeons.

Fast treatment?

He remembered the sharp pain when the battlefield recovered.

4d **** effect?

Thyls tried to drive the experience of the black path out of his head.

Or, the urge to fight like a beast?

Thinking of this, Thales shook his head.

He looked innocent and blank.

This time, it was Mallos's turn to frown, staring at his expression:

"So it just... popped out without warning?"

"And you don't have a clue?"

Tyles nodded pitifully and smiled awkwardly:

"Poor, almost."

Malles looked at him, his expression becoming more solemn.

The two were silent for a while--the watchman seemed to need some time to think.

"If I remember correctly, all you have learned is the basic swordsmanship of the Northern Army?" Mallos spoke again, his tone becoming more cautious.

"Yes." Thales gave an ugly smile:

"Is this also in the presentation?"

Malles moved his eyes and didn't answer him, but stared at his nominal master scorchingly:

"Then what abilities did you gain?"

Thyls repeats subconsciously: "What ability?"

Malles narrowed his eyes.

He looked at Thales with a rookie look, gritted his teeth and said:

"I mean, when you awaken the power of ending..."

"Have you got...extraordinary power of observation and sense of balance and rhythm? I remember this is a Tianma movement..."

Thyls shook his head.

No.

"That is the melting of the glaciers-greatly enhanced endurance, grasp of strength? Or will and spirit?"

Thyls continued to shake his head.

"Then, stronger strength, speed and offensive advantage?"

Marius is a little unsure:

"The shining stars?"

Thyls is still shaking his head, his eyes are innocent.

Malos’ expression is getting more and more serious:

"Could it be that... it was an instant burst of desperation and a single breath?"

Don't be that...

Fortunately, Thales shook his head for the fourth time.

This made Mallos' brows tighten.

Yes, it’s not this or that...

Assessing the effect of this lie, Thales murmured in his heart.

But well.

The power of the end version of writing round eyes?

Does this count?

Finally, Mallos sighed and clasped his arms.

"Well, let's assume that you don't have the above four."

"So, what additional fighting skills did the Exeters teach you that affected your end power awakening?"

Thyls twitched at the corner of his mouth.

The Exter?

"I... don't know."

"They just keep..."

Tyles shrugged, smiled awkwardly, and while trying to press "beat me" in his throat, he spit out a few more decent words:

"Confrontation training?"

Malós's complexion became unsightly again.

He stared at Thales as if he was staring at a sly fox who couldn't catch it.

Finally, the watchman raised his head.

"It's amazing, indeed, you have awakened the power of ending at your age."

Malles said approvingly, but there was no approving tone at all.

"But in fact, it is not a good thing to awaken the power of ending prematurely, and shortcuts are often lazy and careless."

The watchman smiled slightly:

"Especially...you still don't know anything about it."

Looking at the other party's graceful and calm smile, Thales suddenly felt a little flustered.

The prince tried to stabilize his mood:

"At least it saved me many times...especially on this journey home."

"This should be...not a bad thing, right."

Again, Mallos Lu gave him a disturbing smile.

"Let’s rest for a while, my lord, replenish water and relax muscles."

"The exercise of the previous stage is over."

Tyles let out a sigh of relief and breathed out secretly.

But Mallos turned around and called for a member of the guard who was following him:

"Toledo!"

"Call everyone except those who can't leave their posts."

Thyls, who sat down to drink water, moved his ear.

The soldier named Toledo frowned slightly:

"Everyone?"

Malles nodded and restored that indifferent smile:

"Yes, everyone from the Royal Guard or Star Lake Guard, let them all come to the training ground."

"Your Excellency, you will need the help of all of them."

Marius said this, slowly narrowing his eyes.

Tyles' hand holding the kettle froze suddenly.

Toledo was obviously accustomed to Mallos' orders, he only hesitated a little, then turned around and passed the order.

"So are you, Glover, Doyle," Mallos looked far away sharply:

"Title does not mean being lazy."

Glover and Doyle looked at each other and had to move closer.

But it was the prince himself who responded to the first Mallorse.

"Help?"

"All the guards?"

Thyls looked at Mallos suspiciously and looked around the training ground:

"What are you going to do?"

Malles turned his head, revealing a smile that was indifferent and graceful compared to the previous one, but a little more weird and evil:

"As you wish, Your Highness, your course has entered a new field."

"What we are going to do next is..."

Malles grinned, but Thales felt cold:

"Confrontation training."

Yes...

Confrontation...

Thyls was stunned for a few tenths of a second before he could react.

"Why?"

Thyls pointed at the sword on the ground, hard to understand:

"Isn't it still..."

This time, Mallos interrupted him.

"Don't you understand?"

Malles narrowed his smile, his eyes sharpened, making Telston speechless.

"It's fine if you don't find it."

"But since we found out..."

Malles looked solemn, extremely solemn:

"From now on, our only goal of training today..."

"It's to figure out the power in your body..."

Majoros's complexion is cold:

"The truth."

At that moment, facing the rather aggressive watchman, Thales' heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

He looked at Mallos' deep and complicated eyes in a daze, amazed, unclear.

What are you doing?

On the other side of the venue, Doyle, who walked slowly, said to Glover in surprise:

"Wait, fight against training so soon?"

"Is it too early? Those people in the guard..."

He couldn't finish.

Because the next moment, the sound of footsteps came from all around.

One, two, three...

Under the setting sun, the royal guards in charge of defending the Duke came from all directions in Mindith Hall. Most of them had their eyes burning, and with the solemn intention of soldiers, they cast doubtful eyes on the two people in the center of the venue.

Glover shook his head without answering d.d.

"Pay attention to your highness, the royal guards are all carefully selected." In the training ground, Mallos witnessed his subordinates coming in file:

"Among them, there are veterans who have worked hard from the army, and there are also genius knights who came from aristocrats and have a family background."

Malos turns to Thales, his eyes are bright:

"Not to be underestimated."

Thyls tried to control his expression, sorting out his chaotic mood.

He wants to...

What are you doing?

The watchman smiled slightly.

"But like I said," Mallos sighed slowly, staring at Thales's right arm that was wrestling with him for the sword:

"Bumps and bumps are inevitable."

The moment Mallos looked at him, Thales felt: The river of sin in his body was turning restlessly.

It's like...

The provoked beast.

The prince took a deep breath and tried to suppress the abnormality in his body:

"Is this necessary, I'm already tired..."

"You don't understand your power of ending, Your Highness~IndoMTL.com~Malius looked away, calmly reciprocated to his subordinates, and answered casually:

"And this is dangerous..."

"Like a knight, without understanding the sword in his hand, the horse is under the hip."

Malles slowly turned back:

"Know yourself, Your Highness, know yourself."

His expression becomes serious, his eyes are so sharp that he wants to penetrate Thales' armor:

"Only after that, we can tailor the training for you...the training you need."

"Trust me, Your Highness, this is for your good."

Marius stared at Thales firmly, and said lightly:

"And I thought... Your Majesty also cares about your body, doesn't he?"

Thyls froze upon hearing that name.

It seems that even the crime of Hell River ceased for a moment.

"Let's not let him worry when he is watching the Mindis Hall briefing..." Mallos expressionlessly:

"Just figure out your strength here and report the good news to him, okay?"

Tales was speechless for a long while under the suspicion of Mallos's scrutiny.

The royal guards have been standing around, quiet and solemn, and uniform.

Just wait for the commander's order.

Tyles lowered his head and took a deep breath.

He suddenly thought of an absurd possibility.

Maybe.

Thyls said silently.

Maybe from the beginning, Mallos wanted to teach him the purpose of martial arts class...

Not for...

Training?

"Okay, Piloga," Mallos turned around and called out a subordinate in the queue: "Warm up, pick a handy practice sword."

Amidst the changing expressions of the royal guards, the watchman undertook to walk out of the field, leaving his back to Thales:

"Your Excellency the Duke..."

"Two hands have passed."