Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 2: 6 wings and 7 servants

Lorrenburg is a little-known place in the Western Wilderness, which seems to have been carefully selected.

Gilbert left early and went to the standing army to deal with affairs, while Thales left the carriage surrounded by the royal guards headed by Mallos and entered the castle in front of him, which was as simple as a shield hut.

He did not meet the local aristocrats who came to the courtesy, only the servants who bowed their heads in the distance tremblingly handed out lights, water, and food, and they were sent by the royal guards who strictly separated the prince from other people. Come to Thales.

Even the guard posts outside the castle are done by the royal standing army outside.

Even Thales subconsciously smiles at a little maid who seems to be only eleven or twelve years old, and hurriedly puts the dinner plate on her head.) The figure of Mallos will appear in time. Polite and gentle but undeniably blocked his sight.

Until the little maid fled the hall pale in the vicious eyes of the royal guard in the hall.

Thyles couldn't help but feel stuck.

But because he was new and unfamiliar, Thales warned himself not to interfere with the conduct of the Royal Guard.

And when Thales walked into this simple or even rudimentary fortress hall, which only had military functions to some extent, when he sat down at the long table under the sign of Mallos, his heart was blocked. The feeling reached its peak.

"The old rules, take out two people and try the meal first," Mallos stood beside the seated Thales, and his voice came from the hall.

"After half an hour, let the duke have dinner."

"During this period, the others in the Vanguard Wing went to survey the castle, the guard wing was deployed as usual, the logistics wing went to see the back kitchen, and everyone else was in place."

Malios squinted at the direction the little maid was going

"And I don't want to see anymore, someone can walk into this hall without permission, even if it's a fat girl..."

"Also, no matter where the Duke is going, eating, bathing, toilet rest, or taking a walk, make sure that at least two of you are by your side, and you can always see the Duke’s figure. If something happens, the outer three layers of protection must be able to Feel free to respond."

Thyls can't help but frown.

Malles' words seemed very prestigious, among the twenty-four people standing on either side of the long table, twenty-two people led the way and left the hall.

Marius glanced at Thales himself. His eyes were calm and natural, but there seemed to be some kind of power that made the latter, who was so hungry and unable to sit down, to sit up subconsciously.

"Take care of Lord Duke."

Li Fa's watchman left these words lightly and walked out of the hall.

At the moment Mallos' heels left the gate, Thales felt the air in the hall soften.

But the good times didn't last long, and the two remaining people stepped forward without hesitation and unceremoniously took the plate on Thales' table.

In Thales’ horrified eyes, they carefully opened each meal and even opened a pie that didn’t know what the ingredients were), and took a bite of everything.

Thyls stared blankly at the ravaged and decent meal, and even had an illusion

I went back to the Northland again, back to Longxiao City, back to the Garden of Blood.

No, it's worse than that.

At least the Northlanders will not eat his food.

One of them tasted nothing, got up immediately and walked to the door to stand guard, but the other one...

"Oh, no, this pie is made of pumpkin, it's terrible."

The member of the guard who stood closest to him complained bitterly, and broke off another pumpkin pie, giving Thales a bright and sunny smile

"No, Duke, you won't like this... I must help you eliminate some, you're welcome..."

Thyls smiled awkwardly at the dwindling pumpkin pie.

The knight biting the pumpkin pie holds the air and makes a toast, smiling and nodding

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, just regular inspections... Our standing army is camped outside the castle, nothing can threaten your safety."

The knight in front of him said, smiling brighter and brighter.

I feel more upset when you say that...

"No, no, no, my lord, you can't eat yet. You have to wait for half an hour. If I didn't foam at the mouth and died on the spot, you can start eating..." The knight held Thales lightly by his wrist, gently and hard. But pushed him back irrefutably.

Thyls had to withdraw his hand from the water glass angrily.

He recognized that the blond knight in front of him was the "distant relative" of Dele, Doyle.

"So, uh, Mallos is your leader, he is the highest rank?"

Tyers, who is bored and waiting to try the poison, can only have a chat with no words

"You all must listen to him?"

Doyle patted the dander on his hands, raised his eyebrows and nodded

"Yes."

Doyle glanced at the door and found that Mallos was completely gone. He began to smile, walked to Thales’s side, and set tableware for him

"The Royal Guard has a strict and clear division of labor and system, including upper and lower order, which must not be violated."

As Doyle spoke, his hands kept moving. Knives, forks, spoons, and different meals were arranged in an orderly manner, in line with the table manners that Thales had learned when he was a child.

Strict and clear...

Thyls looked at the blonde knight in front of him with interest

"So what level are you at?"

Doyle spreads a plate of vegetables evenly and smiles

"Come on, Your Highness, it's not that simple."

"Unlike the rude and primitive Yankees and their funny guards that change every year, the Star Royal Guard has a long and glorious historical heritage, and its establishment can be traced back to the Emperor's Guards in the Empire..."

Doyle raised his index finger at the fourteen-year-old prince, smiling brightly, with a friendly expression of "tell you a story"

"As the sacred team guarding your Majesty's side, the Imperial Guard, we are divided into six wings according to different powers, and each wing has the chief and the second person in charge."

Six wings.

Tyles lifted up, thinking of the former royal guards he had seen in the dungeon.

"First of all, it is the supreme command wing."

Doyle smiled warmly, using a knife and fork to separate two steaks on the plate.

"This is the brain of the whole guard. The first and second seats are the captains of the main and deputy guards. They have absolute authority and are only responsible to your Majesty. Before being dispatched to you, Mallos is the commander. The wing people communicate orders and information between the Adrian Guard and the heads of each wing. Well, the level is not high, but the function is not small."

"And after he was promoted to watchman..."

Doyle shrugged helplessly

"So yes, we have to listen to him before or after."

Command wing.

The captain and deputy guard.

Thyls thought of Barney's father.

"Then the guard wings."

Doyle took a deep breath, flicked his hair, straightened his body, as if suddenly became brilliant.

"This is the main body of the Royal Guard, and it is also the most widely seen in the outside world. It is responsible for the personal protection of the nobles." He set aside two slices of vegetables awe-inspiringly and drew them to the meat

"An ordinary hero, a great guard, confirms your safety with flesh and blood, and cushions your glory with blood."

Doyle's words puzzled Thales.

Looking at the other's missionary expression, Thales narrowed his eyes

"So, are you under the guard wing?"

Doyle raised his eyebrows and bowed dramatically

"Exactly!"

Looking at each other and You Rongyan, Thales nodded suddenly.

Understood.

"Under Danny Doyle," Doyle smiled and pressed his chest

"My lord, the most reliable one of your six guards."

Thyls blinked.

The blonde Doyle blinked with his left eye, looking chic and suave

"Or simply, everyone likes to call me dd."

Thyls got stuck.

"dd?"

The prince repeated it strangely.

"Do you have a sister, call it?"

Or have a brother named vv?

Doyle was stunned.

"?"

Doyle rolled his eyes suspiciously.

"Ahem, it's okay..."

Tyles coughed hardly twice, seriously

"Just a Northland joke..."

"Oh~" Doyle looked at him suddenly and raised his tone in response.

"So, Doyle," Thales looked at the dinner plate that was about to be turned into a work of art in surprise

"When you were young, would they call you-‘little dd’?"

Doyle was taken aback again.

"What?"

Thyls twitched his eyebrows and shook his head

"It's nothing, I often say boring jokes about Yankees, just get used to it."

"You continue."

Doyle blinked his eyes seemingly.

"So where did I say--oh yes, another part of the Royal Guard, the image of the guard that often appears in bardic poetry, the cute and charming villain, but the vanguard wing of wartime decision-making power."

Pioneer Wing.

Thyls thinks of the stubborn little Barney and the neurotic Cannon in the dungeon.

Tyers curving eyebrows

"So, why is Vanguard Wing a villain?"

Doyle cleared his throat and began to organize the soup bowl and water cup

"Let’s put it this way, our guard wing has a heavy duty, we can’t leave the side of the nobles lightly, and we have a lot of time to show up publicly. There are many things, eh, this is not convenient to do."

Doyle suddenly stopped speaking and his intonation became colder

"So sometimes, when you look at someone who is not pleasing to your eyes, you want his head, or a girl you are looking at but she is not willing, such trivial things..."

Doyle stopped his hand movements, his face was cold

"At this time, you can let the boys of Pioneer Wing ‘run errands’."

See who is not pleasing to the eye...

Look at which girl...

A trivial matter?

Run errands?

What?

Tyles looked at him with a weird expression and asked back

"Really?"

Doyle still stared at him seriously.

Two seconds later, Doyle chuckled in front of him and waved his head.

"Of course it's a joke!"

"Although the bardics often blow the noble guards like upstart thugs, in general, how can Vanguard Wing do these boring things..."

Speaking of this, Doyle gave an expression.

"You understand."

He said coldly, and moved closer to the prince, with a deep and mysterious smile

"One, general, situation, situation."

Thyls was a little dumbfounded by his performance.

"But you said they have the'right to make decisions in wartime'..."

Doyle waved his hand

"Oh, that is not important..."

Doyle cleared his throat again, grabbed the knife, and began to sort out the pumpkin pie that was so messed up by the poison test.

"Then, it came to the smallest number, but aloof-the penalty wing."

The penalty wing.

Thyls remembered Luton Belletti, the former chief penalty officer of the Royal Guard, and nodded.

"For example, if you want us to ‘run errands’ as mentioned above, but we accidentally got caught and obtained personal stolen goods," Doyle’s eyes narrowed

"The penalty wing is about to play."

"So...no one in the guard likes them."

Doyle turned to Thales with a look of warning

"I believe you too-it is said that even the punishments of royal family members are executed by them."

Doyle put down the knife, and at some point, only half of the pumpkin pie was cut into six pieces and placed in a circle around the dinner plate. It looked delicate and beautiful, neat and symmetrical.

Thyles was surprised.

Doyle shook his head, shaking the solemnity on his face like a juggling

"Then the logistics wing, literally, is the most boring part of the six wings, and there are even a lot of extras."

Doyle smiled, pulled all the extra and messy leftovers from the main dinner plate into an empty plate, threw his hand into the depths of the unlit fireplace, and heard a crisp sound.

"To be honest, I still don't know why they keep this department-I mean, for your majesty, who cares if your room is six copper coins or six silver coins a night?"

Logistics wing.

Well, your majesty cares.

Thyls said silently.

Doyle exhales

"Finally is the worst, the level is unknown, the flag wing outside the five wings."

Hold the flag wing.

Think of the former flag officer Samuel in the dungeon who has fallen to the sword of disaster, Thales's Strange Way

"The worst?"

Doyle gave a cold snort

"It is said that every banner officer has a small notebook in his arms, and his usual duty is to spy on us and then give a small report to it."

Thyls stared at him

"Above?"

Doyle turned over his arm and did not know where to fish out a tablecloth.

Thyls only felt a flower in front of him, and the tablecloth was wrapped around his chest

"Above."

Doyle walked to the prince's side and sorted out the overlapping position of the tablecloth and collar

"They are like secret sciences in the guard, sinister and cunning, uneasy and kind..."

Doyle said half seriously and half jokingly.

The secret branch in the guard.

Really.

Thyls recalled the different royal guards in the dungeon.

"So this is the'Six Guards Wings'."

Doyle walked to Thales, welcoming the guests, and swung his arms.

The prince was surprised to find that more than when, the meals and cutlery on the table were lined up in an orderly manner, and the dishes on the plate were arranged so that they were not aesthetically pleasing at all, and that they were not seen as if they had been poisoned). The tablecloths and collars on his body are neatly rounded and angled.

Even to the point where he only needs to move an inch to ruin this beauty.

"Your Majesty attaches great importance to your guards. Basically, among the twenty-five people around you, the six guards have manpower."

Doyle ignored Thales’ worrisome expression of "where to start", and cried out with his fingers

"Lord Gray Parson, apart from Mallos, you are the highest-ranking penal officer of the Penalty Wing. Just like his chief, he is basically the type that everyone is afraid of."

"Dward Stewart, the uncle of the logistics wing--don't look at that uncle who has a smile on his face, but his stomach is full of bad water. If he wants to fix you in the food..."

Doyle sighed and shrugged chuckles.

"And you met Karen Glover yesterday, the brown-haired guy behind Mallos, who usually doesn't speak, even the Earl of Wingburg dares to speak."

You too.

Thyls secretly said in his heart.

Doyle didn't notice Thales' face

"Glover is one of the vanguard officers. By the way, that guy has a facial paralysis, he doesn't cry or laugh. We call him ‘zombies’ privately."

"I heard that the zombie's grandfather once served in the Royal Guard, and the official is not young."

Doyle blinked

"So he has been fascinated since he was a child, and knows a lot of the doorways in the royal guard—even the secrets of the old guard many years ago."

This phrase caught Thales’ attention.

"Old Guard?" the prince asked.

"Yes," Doyle glanced at the tabletop and looked back disappointedly after seeing that there was nothing to adjust.

"The royal guard in the Scarlet Year eighteen years ago."

Tyles' nerves tightened.

"Although, the old people in the palace are reluctant to mention the things of the year. They don't say anything after asking, it is almost a taboo..."

Tyles' face darkened

"Really."

But Doyle raised his head with emotion

"But it is said that during the decades of the reign of the former King Eddie, both in quantity and quality, the legendary old royal guard has reached its peak in history."

Thyls' attention was drawn to him.

"Not to mention other things, just their personal strength, they have more extreme masters than any guards of any age."

Speaking of this, Doyle's eyes light up, as if singing bardics

"If someone does not move, the attack is like thunder, and there is no need for a second blow to defeat the enemy;"

"Some wolves travel thousands of miles, unpredictable, and kill the enemy in the day without leaving a trace;"

"Someone has a knife in his hand, the head is rolling, and the **** battle is not moving;"

"Someone is a thousand steps away, and they are throwing their arms and bows, and the dead souls under the arrows are hard to miss;"

Doyle exhaled, facing towards you

"The most exaggerated thing is that in the guards at that time, there were even some people who could beat the crowd with one enemy and one hundred, with a few opponents, arranging thousands of troops, how can it be done."

Doyle's tone calmed down.

With one enemy and one hundred, with few to shake the crowd......

Strong troops and horses...

Thyls was lost in a moment when he thought of the powerful but shaky lonely figure.

"Really."

Tyles' eyes move

"So, where is the current guard?"

"Now?"

Doyle blinked, his mouth curled.

"And now, the vast majority of the guards were reorganized after the Scarlet Year. You know, the people’s livelihood is declining, and neither the nobles nor the civilians have a hard time, and the super-class seedlings that have been trained in the battlefield and the army are also It has long been snatched away by the three newly emerged handsome men."

"I heard that the current Chief Pioneer Steley is in the extreme, but he has no well-known record...Because of the extreme, unless you really force the other extreme, other talents will Acknowledge you too, otherwise..."

Doyle shrugged, the yearning in his eyes turned into regret.

"It's a pity."

"I wish I was born in that era and could see an unprecedentedly powerful guard, that would be great."

But Doyle shook his head immediately.

"No, it's not a pity, after all, it's also a shameful guard."

Tyles' eyes moved

"Shame? How to say?"

Doyle sighed slightly

"Don't you know? It was the same guard team. In the Scarlet Years, they were ineffective in protection, poorly dispatched, and lost ground, and eventually fell into the Fuxing Palace."

"I personally ruined...the best era of the Royal Guard."

Poor protection, poor scheduling...

Tyles clenched his fists subconsciously.

"It is said," Doyle has a complicated face, I don't know if it is disdain or helpless

"It's just said-in that group of guards, there are even people from inside to foreign enemies."

Inside and outside enemies.

Tyles' fists were clenched and tightened.

"The Watchman."

Doyle was startled

"What?"

Tyles raised his head and asked seriously

"You just said that Mallos was promoted to watchman from the command wing a year ago."

"Which one of the six wings does he belong to?"

"What are the specific duties?"

When encountering this problem, Doyle also froze for a moment.

"The Watchman?"

He frowned

"To be honest, in the first eight years of my time in the Guard, I didn't even know that this position existed until Mallos was promoted."

"But there are speculations in the team, you know, watch, watch, so we guess this is a character who stays in the dark and secretly guards the watch..."

Speaking of this, Doyle turned his gaze and said jokingly, "For example, when the nobles go to Red Square Street privately, when it is not convenient to bring the security officer, the watchman will follow and wait by the bed..."

Tyles originally listened very carefully until he felt something was wrong.

Looking at Thales’ expression, Doyle raised his eyebrows

"By the way, Lord Duke, you are still young this year, but do you know Red Square Street?"

Red Square Street?

Without waiting for Thales to answer, Doyle raised his index finger and laughed.

"Oh~oh, I haven't been there at first sight!"

"It's okay, I will take you to play when I'm free another day--"

Just now.

"Doyle."

A clear but loud voice.

At that second, Doyle shut up, turned around, laughed, bowed perfectly in one go

"Oh see who's here, Lord Mallos! Hey, and you, zombie—I mean the Pioneer of Glover!"

Doyle opened his arms warmly and looked at the third person without embarrassment

"Welcome, Count Caso!"

Sure enough, the watchman Mallos and Pioneer Glover appeared in the hall, while Gilbert followed them and looked at Thales with a smile.

Thyls only smiled awkwardly.

Malos showed a perfect and indifferent smile

"Doyle, I heard you are interested in Red Square Street?"

"Oh, you said this..."

Doyle said "just remembered" on his face

"Of course, I am popularizing the Duke of Thales, well, what he should know-common sense."

Common sense?

Thyls sighed and turned away in silence.

"Common sense?" Sure enough, Lord Mallos narrowed his eyes, and the Glover beside him snorted unceremoniously.

"Exactly."

Doyle turned to Thales without any shame

"General knowledge of geography."

"Regarding the administrative division of Yongxing City, my lord, as we just said, Hongfang Street is next to Linhe Street, which separates the West Ring District and Xiacheng District..."

Mallos and Glover looked at each other, one side smiled, and the other disdained.

And Thales can only look at Doyle in amazement, with endless admiration in his heart.

A few minutes later, Thales finally took the knife and fork and was able to eat, but Mallos and others left silently, leaving Gilbert looking at the prince with relief.

"It's nice to see you and Danny have a great conversation, Lord Duke."

Thyls smiled helplessly, and cut it down mercilessly, destroying the immaculately presented main meal of art.

"I have no other choice, do I."

Gilbert laughed happily

"Relax, Your Highness."

"Whether they are Marius, Glover or Doyle, they are all from the'Seven Attendants', not ordinary local nobles. Your father believes them."

Thyls forks a piece of meat, humming

"Seven waiters?"

Kilber characteristic nodded.

"During the end of the battle, there were seven followers on the side of the Fuxing King. The bards collectively called them the ‘Seven Stars’."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs once again adopted the tone of telling the story. Although it is not as fascinating as Putila, it is straightforward and straightforward.

After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, they took root in the central government and were awarded titles ranging from earls to viscounts, and became direct vassals in the king’s territory, and their family became a powerful support for the Canstar royal family."

"Six hundred years have passed. Although the time has passed and the members have also been replaced, in each era, the most intimate and trusted vassals of Canstar are still called the'Seven Servants of Canstar' according to the habit—although sometimes more than , Sometimes less than this number."

"In addition to the six giants and the thirteen noble families, the Seven Attendants of the Stars are also frequent visitors in the Royal Guard, especially for the past century."

In the past 100 years...

Thyls chewed the word.

"In terms of status and influence, they may be inferior to the nineteen nobles, but in terms of the power and significance to your family's rule, the Seven Servants absolutely do not."

Gilbert is serious and authentic

"So, keep it well with the direct vassals..."

But the prince interrupted him.

"What about a hundred years ago?"

Gilbert's eyes moved.

Tyers bites a slice of steak

"The Duke of Western Wilderness told me that he had an uncle and grandfather who played in the royal guard a long time ago and even helped my grandfather ascend to the throne."

Tyles swallowed and stared at the chopped steak in front of him

"So, Gilbert."

"When did the six giants and thirteen noble families gradually turn from the king's most trusted guard, from the royal guard... extinct?"

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The porch outside the hall.

"How is it?"

The watchman Mallos walked forward with his arms folded, while Doyle slowly followed behind him.

Doyle shook his head, his expression calm.

"I don't know."

"Unlike the magical geniuses people play, to some extent, there are some...stupid?"

Malles hums a rising tone from his nose

"Stupid?"

"How to say?"

Doyle glanced behind him and tugged at the corner of his mouth

"He is credulous and unsuspecting."

"I just talked a few words in memory of the past~IndoMTL.com~our Duke of Xinghu..."

He shrugged and smiled faintly

"In just a while, I almost touched him all over. The dagger in his arms couldn't protect him at all—I could break his neck in a few seconds."

"I'm all wondering--how did he survive the killing of Yankees?"

Malós's expression remained unchanged, and he hummed.

"Really?"

Doyle breathed a sigh of relief and narrowed his eyes

"Let me put it this way, if that is a princess..."

His eyes are joking

"At that moment...she blushed a long time ago, lying in my arms and learning to cat me."

Malles frowned.

Doyle thought of something and smiled. "Of course, if he is really a girl, then this character is pretty cute."

Malles exhaled.

"You just refuse to stop, are you."

"In the royal capital, is there any innocent girl who has not been harmed by you?"

Doyle blew a whistle and rolled his eyes

"Well, there are still a few people."

Malles curled his mouth.

"Go back to work," the watchman's expression returned to indifferent, and his tone became serious

"Also, stop playing, what you are protecting is..."

Doyle raised his hand.

"Of course, rest assured," the blond guard guard laughed and turned to leave

"I know, I know how important he is."

"Whether it is to the royal family or to us."

Marillos stopped.

He turned around and looked at Doyle's back.

"No."

Malós’ expression remained unchanged, but he slowly shook his head and said in a low voice

"About him."

"You don't know anything."

The watchman hummed, with a slight disapproval in his tone

"Little dd."