Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 21: World-class epic duel
"Your Excellency, you do not need to rest... I mean you may be able to add a new shield..."
Piloga hesitated to be authentic.
In front of his eyes, he stood upright in embarrassment, covered in dust and grit on his face, and there were many damaged and dirty Thales on his clothes.
"No, but thanks, Pilloga Logistics Officer."
Tyles took a deep breath and turned his wrist to feel the balance of the weight of the practice sword.
"Your attitude is much better than that of Exeter's coaches. Of course, it is much better than that of some stars."
Piloga grinned reluctantly.
The royal guards around the training ground were a bit impatient than before, but Mallos' silence kept them all quiet, without any objection.
The pressure is back on the court.
Thyls squeezed his left fist.
Abandoning the shield made his left arm a lot easier, but the numbness and pain from the previous heavy blow were so real and unforgettable.
The round just now...
What happened?
Tyles' complexion sank.
He remembered that his offense was like Thunder, no matter how strong or fast, he was not weak.
However...
Thyls took a step forward and moved around Pilloga.
Hell River's crime roared in his body again, one after another, one after another, longing for a second assault.
This time...
They suffered setbacks but gave Thales an increasingly fierce illusion...
Like a mad beast, no matter how badly it hurts, it wants to tear the enemy's throat apart.
But Thales restrained them firmly.
It's like a trainer tightening a chain.
As he moved, Piloga also methodically changed steps and turned around, always facing the enemy.
Thyls did not rush to attack.
He was thinking.
Just now, his sword encountered the opponent's sword.
The swords crossed in the air.
But Piloga didn't stop him.
A little further forward, Thales will be able to hit his opponent.
Then.
Thyls thought carefully.
Then, at the moment when the lightning flashes, the outcome is final.
Piloga's blade began to turn.
It is full of the opponent's condensed, yet tough, solid... terminating power.
And then...
Tyles' expression tightened.
He slowed down, and recalled the scene just now in the burning prison river.
The twisted sword.
He and Piloga, their swords were twisted together in that second.
Wang each other in the air.
He remembered that in the second when the two sides approached, Piloga's wrist made a strange arc, round and long.
Thyls' sword went off track.
And Piloga's sword...
Tyles clenched his teeth.
After that, the young man who was too fast to recover can only abandon his sword in embarrassment, block, and then...
His left arm began to ache in the place where he had just been hit.
Thyls no longer recalls.
This time, he didn't pace any more.
In the eyes of the royal guard, the prince stepped forward!
As the crime of the prison river rushed to his right arm, he stabbed again!
Clang!
Piloga calmly gripped Thales’ sword amidst the metal crackling!
Then...
Tyles' eyes trembled!
He saw—and felt it in his hands—Piloga's blade began to move again.
Coming together, there is the end power of the other party.
The teenager did not hesitate.
Tyles paused, and the strength of the sword that was not full was collected in time, and quickly retreated!
Clang!
Another crisp sound.
With his flexibility after abandoning the shield, he was able to counter Piloga's counterattack, taking two steps backwards slightly embarrassed.
Tyles gasped violently, looking at Piloga who was still unscathed in disbelief.
The crime of the unsuccessful Hell River, roared unwillingly in him.
At the end of this round, the opinions of the royal guards rang again.
"Oh, another futile blow," Doyle said with a distressed and unbearable expression:
"If you want me to say that Mallos doesn't like him, it's a bit too much, in front of so many people..."
But Glover interrupted him:
"No, that's not it."
Doyle was puzzled:
"Not what?"
At this moment, a familiar voice rang from the crowd, calming the guards again.
"For six hundred years, the East China Sea and the South Bank have been spreading unique fighting skills, inheriting the origins of southern knights and church knights in the Empire era."
The voice is calm and indifferent.
They couldn't be more familiar.
Tels calmed his breathing and turned his head in surprise.
I saw the culprit who caused him to fall into such a predicament. The watchman, Tormund Mallos, was standing leisurely with his arms folded:
"Many families still cultivate newcomers with the inheritance habit of'knight-served', with strong locality and even personal touch."
"Compared with the martial arts in other places in Xingchen, this genre is more classical and elegant, with its own sword style and exquisite technique."
Piloga pursed the corners of her lips and turned to the sir as well.
Mallos is casual and authentic:
"So in the kingdom, these people represented by the southeast knights are also known as ‘Mighty Fighters’."
A fighter?
Questions flooded Thales' mind.
Malles paused, then sighed slowly.
Of course, for many reasons, the once famous martial artist...
It has gradually faded and is not as good as before.
Perhaps it will eventually disappear and become invisible.
It's like countless genres in the long river of history.
Malles raised his head.
"Why, what are you in a daze?"
Marius reminded them indifferently, it seemed that he was just talking in sleep just now:
"Keep playing."
Thyls took a deep breath, thinking about what Mallor had said, and looking at his opponent again.
The logistics officer Piloga stood with a sword and smiled bitterly at him.
Thyls no longer thinks about it.
In the next second, he first left and then right, swayed a step, and slashed again!
Clang!
This time, Piloga also moved and changed the distance to block Thales' attack.
I hit it.
Tyles' complexion sinks slightly.
But there is still no splitting.
The transpiring Hell River's crime went back and forth in his body, only roaring wildly in vain.
Like an orc facing a cavalry.
There is no use for it.
Thyls, who had an offensive disadvantage, withstood his opponent and clenched his teeth.
Mallos’ words came to his ears again at this time, making him distracted:
"Piloga's ancestors came from a respected family of traditional knights in the East China Sea. It can be said that they are deeply influenced by the martial arts school."
In an instant, the wrestling with Piloga ended: the opponent's sword strength changed!
Thyls was surprised.
Clang!
Piloga's sword and Thales' weapons fought for the second time!
The two swords split at the touch of a touch, leaving only the shiver of metal.
"You can see that no matter how he chooses the position and moves before the sword, including how to choose the strength of the sword when fighting the sword, he has a way."
Malles' voice buzzed, like the off-site sound of a live TV broadcast in a previous life in a dream.
"It makes you very uncomfortable."
Select position and move...
Choose the strong and weak blade...
Thyls trembled slightly, but he couldn't help thinking about the situation before him, so he could only take advantage of the trend and make a horizontal cut.
Clang!
The two weapons fought for the third time.
Mallos’s voice is like a shadow:
"Piloga is best at listening and anticipating when fighting each other..."
Fight, stalemate.
Ting Jin and... anticipation.
After listening to this, Telston felt bad!
Sure enough, in just the next second, Piloga's sword appeared just right where he had no time to care!
"...is a master of defense and counterattack."
At that moment, Thales, with his hair on his back, was desperate to rise up all the sins of **** in his body!
Clang!
He treacherously set aside Piloga's sword blade straight to his neck, landed on his right shoulder, and rolled out very embarrassingly.
Outside the field, Mallos smiled slightly:
"It's like this."
After this round of fighting, the royal guard's discussion sounded again.
Tyles wiped off the unknowingly sweat on his forehead, feeling the numbness of his body due to excessive load.
He stood up hard, completely dusty.
This time, instead of rushing to the sorry Piloga, he turned to Mallos on the sidelines in confusion.
"If you think that the Yankee's strong attack and hard offense can be brought over, it will also work for him," Mallos stared at Thales with piercing attention:
"Then you better think twice."
"Your Highness."
Thyls panted, lost in thought.
"Sir, we all know that you are well-informed," Leo Piloga shook his sword, and said helplessly, "But you are almost there."
"I still rely on this to eat."
Marius smiled, but said nothing.
But Thales understood something.
Select a position, listen carefully, and predict.
It sounds like...
Thyls moved in his heart.
A name appeared before my eyes.
Miranda Allend.
What Wiya said, her power of ending...
Her... Tianma music.
Looking at the awkward opponent in front of him, Thales understood.
In the first round, I fell into an absolute disadvantage. It wasn't that Piloga was too strong.
but...
Thyls clenched his fists.
But he didn't choose the right strategy.
Falling into the field where Piloga is best.
Defensive counterattack.
"Think of a way, Your Highness," Mallos scratched his chin, looking bored:
"Any way."
"The enemy is right in front of you."
Okay.
Thyls relieved his numb body and adjusted his state.
He looked back at Piloga.
Thyls's expression became serious.
The prince's attack came in the next moment.
Clang!
Piloga slammed Thales back again, but when he was about to fight back, he was a little confused.
This time, the strength of the Duke of Xinghu...
Small.
Huh!
The sword wind blew, Thales stepped back, avoiding the opponent's counterattack.
The two separated again.
Leo Piloga.
Thyls thought calmly.
The ancestor is a knight of the East China Sea, a fighter, defensive counterattack.
His brain began to turn, thinking about the opponent's strengths and his own strategy.
Piloga listened to and predicted in an instant through contact with his opponent.
This is not only good for defense, but also to find the most suitable time to shoot.
The fiercer the opponent's attack, the greater the strength, the more exposed...
The sharper his counterattack.
So...
The sword that I used my best before, all helped...
The opponent's counterattack.
Thyls was unwilling.
Wait.
Listen to Jin, anticipation?
Nicolai's face flashed across his mind.
The trajectory and strength that flashed past the sudden sudden change of the blade in the hand of the meteorite.
Thyls understands.
Pyroga won't have any chance if he meets the dead face.
Because it is impossible for him to predict the weird skill of the meteorite with one move and three changes just through the contact of the weapon.
So.
Thyls squeezed the hilt of the sword.
The twist of fate, right?
With a move of his mind, the sins of the prison river flowed up like life, wanting to transform into that kind of silver power like thousands of tiny needles like countless times in the past.
Allows the owner to make incredible changes in an instant.
Thyls took a deep breath.
At most, find an excuse later and tell them that I inherited the end of the dead face...
But.
[The crime of the prison river...There are so many ways... but you have chosen the stupidest, least effective, most troublesome, and boring one...]
[This is your power of ending, but also the current you: being forced to move forward, being dragged forward, no goal, no direction, swaying left and right, drifting with the flow, even...]
[No self. 】
Thyls was in a trance.
He raised his head and looked at Piloga who was smiling shyly, waiting for the prince to enter.
[More importantly, when you rely on imitation but ignore these, it is equivalent to the end power you have condensed with your life to others, to each of your imitation objects, to each of your opponents, and even It’s because you lack the most basic things...]
[Respect. 】
Ricky.
That **** demon man.
Thyls frowned fiercely.
The next moment, the crime of the prison river faded like a tide, leaving only a little bit of restless energy, as if still with a little nostalgia.
It's like a lover who has come on excitement and returned from disappointment.
No.
This is not a martial arts class.
This is not a simple investigation of the power of the end.
It is more thorough and pure...
Fight.
Feeling the gazes of others, Thales bit his lip and closed his eyes.
No.
If he still has to rely on Nicolai's power to survive...
If he can't even pass the test before him...
[Remember, the point is how you are, not how strong your opponent is. 】
[It is about gain geometry, not how much to imitate. 】
No.
If he really wants to pass this level, he really wants to get rid of this suspicious situation.
Thyls lowered his head. Sigh slowly in my heart.
Damn it, Ricky.
Fuck you.
In the distance, the pupils of Mallos who have been watching Thales move slightly.
A few seconds later, Thales raised his head.
But, yes.
If I dare not try it now...
When will he wait?
The next time my life is dying?
At that moment, Thales put all his unnecessary worries behind: hiding his strength, concealing the crimes of Hell River, Fuxing Palace, the vision of the Royal Guard...
At least, now, he is trying to be a pure fighter.
Without distractions.
【The infinite advantage of the crimes of Hell River does not allow you to become all opponents in a false way. 】
[It allows you to calmly and fearlessly...]
【Face all opponents. 】
The crime of Hell River burned again, but it was much docile than last time.
I don't know if it was too much consumption or too much failure.
It was as if that crazy beast had become a calm hound, licking its wounds in the corner secretly, just glancing coldly from time to time.
At the enemy outside the cage, he showed malicious teeth.
[This is the real...]
【Almighty ending power. 】
Thyls opened his eyes lightly.
The sins of the prison river did not flood his body like before, but focused on his eyes and ears, filling his feelings.
At that moment, the boy entered a state where he was no stranger:
Hell senses.
Tyles' eyes began to fade, as if losing focus.
But only he knows.
At that moment, the world before my eyes became distinct.
He can see it. The power of ending in Piloga's body is thick and solid, and it revolves slowly around his arms and center of gravity.
Thyls suddenly discovered that he used the occasions and methods of **** senses countless times...
They all have...chicken ribs.
Either imitate power, or night vision to find the way, or eavesdrop on the wall, or... **** in the day.
But.
The timing of the sense of **** should really be used...
Outside the field, Mallos watched the battle with a frozen expression.
In a time that seemed to slow down, Thales inhaled slowly.
He attacked suddenly!
At that moment, it was as if someone was beating a war drum, and the still picture moved with the sound of the explosion!
The crime of the prison river is raging again.
The sword wind rustles, breaking the air.
Clang!
Tyles held the sword in both hands, slashing vigorously, hitting the long sword in front of Piloga!
The experienced Piloga didn't change color because of this sudden sword of strength.
I saw him calmly and calmly, using his footsteps and movement to perfectly hold the blow.
Then...
Pass!
Tyles' heart beats hard!
In the sense of hell, the color of Piloga's figure changes back and forth.
Gather into a clear line.
A trembling sensation exploded from Thales' neck and spread throughout his body.
[The meaning of imitation lies in understanding. 】
[Understand your opponent. 】
In a few tenths of a second, the crimes of the prison river flowed up in an orderly manner!
The arm.
The right leg.
Thyls, with his eyes out of focus, moves smoothly to raise his sword and withdraw!
Clang!
At that moment, he was able to take Piloga's blow.
The royal guards who watched the battle murmured in an uproar.
"Strange," Doyle was puzzled. "His movements...seems to be fast, and then they seem to be slow?"
"No, it's not an action..." Glover said coldly.
Doyle is a bit dissatisfied:
"Why do you particularly like to refute me today..."
Among the crowd, Mallos remained silent.
Thyls took two steps away and saw that the color of Piloga returned to normal.
The sins of the prison river came back like a low tide.
The hilt in his hand is still trembling slightly.
The power of the **** senses is still magical.
They also fed him new information.
Tyles took a deep breath.
He really felt the heavy ending power in the opponent, as well as its direction, shape, and habits.
It seems quiet and harmless.
But as soon as he is stimulated...Pyroga's hands are poured into him immediately, and he will automatically rush to the weakest point of the enemy.
Stab a fatal blow.
It's amazing.
At that moment, the crime of Hell River burst into Thales' body.
Like dissatisfaction, but also sneer.
They started to amplify Thales' body again, supporting the depletion of hell's senses.
Thyls didn't care about it, but he realized something in his heart.
Piloga's power, that is... the melting of glaciers?
No, more than that.
It seems to be a bit like...like Wiya said, Tianma music?
Or somewhere in between.
Even, some shadows of the Chaos Army.
Thyls began to realize what more than one person had told him:
In different people, even the same power of ending will have different characteristics.
That's because...
Because the power of ending is the soldier himself.
The battle is not over yet, thinking of Ricky's words, Thales raised his sword again.
The swordsman who tends to defend and counterattack has the finishing power that is good at listening to Jin and predicting.
And then?
Observe, Thales, observe.
Think again.
Clang!
It's another round, a clash.
Thyls made a fluttering slash, in exchange for Piloga to turn the blade, and attacked the prince's backhand side with a stab.
The young man avoided deftly.
This time, Thales felt it.
Some obscure, but crucial clues.
Tips.
In the senses of hell, Thales thought blankly with his eyes confused.
It’s a technique.
Piloga.
His opponents are too passive, relying too much on defense, and relying too much on these counterattacks.
He is too dependent and too concerned about... the enemy's actions.
Thyls was confused in his eyes, but he was clear in his heart, and asked himself: Is it like the self he used to, only the enemy's moves in his eyes, only how to imitate the enemy's advantages?
So.
Thyls closed his eyes lightly.
The sense of **** slowly faded.
When Thales opened his eyes again, his eyes were already clear.
The power of ending is the soldier himself.
He thought of Mallos' words faintly:
But the battle itself...
...but it's much more than the power of ending.
Thyls swung a sword in a trance and took the opponent's waist.
Piloga stroked delicately, and the swords split again.
He once again fought back with a brilliant counterattack, just to point at the face that Thales couldn't care about.
But Thales was prepared long ago, leaving room for attack.
So, the crime of Hell River flooded into Thales's waist in a familiar way, supporting him tactically, leaning back, and dodge the sword sideways.
Piloga frowned:
After two or three rounds, he suddenly discovered that the prince’s offense was mostly probing, but his own counterattack was no longer so effective.
The moment he dodges, Thales's heart is clear.
As if the fog had dispersed, the dim vision became clear.
So, Piloga.
He gave up his initiative in the battle and gave up control.
In exchange for an opportunity for the enemy to reveal a flaw.
In the battle between life and death, giving up control means...
Thyls returned to his original position, holding the sword in both hands, lowering his weight.
The Sin of Hell River climbed up his arms and waist excitedly.
Begin to roar fiercely!
Like a lone wolf climbing to the top, howling aloud towards Cangshan Infinity and Leng Hanyue.
The next second, Thales no longer holds it, and gallops out!
Clang!
The two swords fought again!
Pilogar's eyes narrowed.
This time, he finally ushered in the prince's unreserved attack.
This is... a chance to win.
End the battle that embarrassed him inexplicably.
Piloga's final power solidified, and his wrists and arms moved at the same time!
The two swords are entangled together, making a metallic moan.
The twisted sword.
Piloga turned the blade calmly, and within a few tenths of a second, he judged the reality of his opponent.
Then...
Feeling where the opponent's strength is going, Piloga's power of ending will be triggered as soon as the order is heard!
It's like the countless times when you were young.
Block.
Judgment.
The final blow.
Piloga thought calmly.
He kept moving with his hands, the sword straight out smoothly, and attacked the prince where he was the most unprepared at the moment because the offensive was too strong.
Boom.
A muffled sound.
At this moment, Thales only felt a pain in his leg!
At that moment, he couldn't support it anymore, and his left leg was soft.
Boom!
Another muffled sound, much louder than before.
Finally, Thales landed on his left knee and knelt down in pain.
He gasped violently, tolerating soreness and numbness.
This round is over.
Quiet on the training ground.
Looking at the prince kneeling in front of him, Piloja's lips curled up.
As expected.
His sword hit the prince's left leg.
At that moment, the logistics officer thought with ease:
By the way, you can't go too far, you have to leave room, so that the prince is not ugly to lose, and the chief feels that he is not perfunctory...
Because he offended too many people when he was young, his future career became extremely difficult after being injured.
But the kid in the family is getting married again.
But he can't help it.
Almost fifty years old, he must squeeze out a smile and respond humbly to these noble boys who are in their twenties or even ten years old, but whose status is countless times higher than him, bow their heads to welcome him.
For...
Huh?
Piloga's face changed.
He felt something.
How...
The logistics officer took a deep breath.
He lowered his head slowly.
Seeing clearly, Piloga's pupils trembled!
I don’t know when, Thales’ sword has gone from bottom to top.
Stickly withstood...
Piloga's chest.
And the hilt of the sword is holding Thales, who is kneeling on one knee.
It's just...no effort.
Piloga was dumbfounded.
The outcome is divided.
"Wow..."
At this moment, as if the wave was hitting the shore, the royal guard's uproar and exclaim instantly sounded, invading this world!
"I got a..."
Doyle watched this scene in surprise, wanted to say something, but didn't know why, so he could only open and close his mouth back and forth.
Glover's brows loosened slowly.
In the field, Thales, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head, still panting violently, his arms trembling.
Surprise, excitement, strangeness, doubt, confusion, countless emotions breed in people's hearts.
Among many pairs of eyes, Mallos has the sharpest and most complicated look.
He stared at Thales' sword motionlessly.
As if the deepest secret is hidden there.
Thyls shivered.
No one knows. At this moment, he is trying his best to suppress the inexplicable and violent crime in the prison river.
Suppressed the idea of continuing to pierce the sword.
Piloga calmed down and withdrew his incredible expression.
He looked at the prince trembling under him with complicated expressions.
This is...
A deliberate attack, but predicted my... counterattack?
Then sacrifice the left leg...
In exchange for...
Pilogar looked at the long sword between his chest and abdomen with a gray face.
A few seconds later, the logistics officer sighed.
"You won, Lord Duke."
"You have a lot of opportunities, and you can deal with it properly," Piloga gave a bitter smile, dropped the practice sword, and said:
"I am not an opponent."
The discussion among the royal guards has increased.
"Old Pi, let the water go, to the kid," Doyle whispered to the people around him in a puzzled voice:
"I ran over him at random the moment before, and he ran through him at the next moment. I don't dare to write knight novels like that..."
"Shut up," Glover seemed to be unable to bear it finally, he said coldly:
"Do you think fighting is to do arithmetic, compare the size? Just know how to add and subtract?"
Doyle choked and cast a grieving look at Glover.
There are many more such conversations.
But Mallos just looked at the two people in the field and said nothing.
Tyles took a few more breaths and somehow stabilized his body.
He staggeredly retracted the sword and stood up.
Piloga bowed bitterly, turned around and prepared to leave.
But Thales stopped him.
"No, Leo Piloga Logistics Officer," the prince was slightly embarrassed, and a smile released on his sweaty face:
"I know, you let me."
Thyls also dropped the sword and gently extended his right hand.
"You taught me a lot."
"Thank you."
Piloga froze for a second, then smiled cautiously.
He hesitated for a while, and finally shook the prince's hand lightly, just touching it.
Thyls nodded:
"It is an honor to have you in my guard."
The logistics officer was expressionless, but he stepped back two steps, pressed his left chest with his hand, and bowed.
But bowed than the first...
A lot of respect.
"I knew that the water was released," Doyle showed admiration from the sidelines:
"Tsk tusk, this veteran soldier."
"That flattering... really sensible."
Glover glanced at him and said nothing.
The guards were still discussing with each other, but their eyes gradually changed when they saw the prince.
Tyles picked up the water bag and began to drink more water, but while drinking water, he raised his head and looked at Mallos.
Throwing an unkind look at him.
Malles also looked back at him lightly, with unclear emotions in his eyes.
"Piloga?"
Malles didn't turn his head, his tone was questioning.
"Excuse me, sir," Piloga's tone was tired and helpless:
"I'm old, and Lord Duke..."
The logistics officer glanced at Thales, his eyes were complicated:
"Very good."
Malles was silent for a few seconds.
But his expression is no longer as calm and indifferent as before.
"That's it."
A few seconds later, Mallos's slightly gloomy voice sounded, and the royal guards were talking more and more loudly.
The watchman stepped forward, looking at the horrible prince who seemed to be smeared by sweat, dust, and wounds into a messy prince:
"Are you ready to meet the next opponent."
What.
Tyles stopped drinking.
The Duke of Xinghu put down his water bag and asked in surprise:
"Come back?"
"Is one not enough?"
The two dozen royal guards around looked at each other.
Malles smiled slightly.
"We have not completed the evaluation."
"And it's still early, the martial arts class...you just played against each other, do you have two minutes?"
Thyls's speech was stagnant.
Just... a few minutes?
Malós smiled even more, but in Thales’ eyes it was extremely hateful:
"Of course, we can understand that you may be very hard. After all, everyone's ability to bear is different..."
"So, you can choose to give up, Your Highness."
Malles' voice sank, his eyes gleaming with unknown light:
"As your humble servant, I dare not, let alone the right to stop you from giving up-that is your right."
Malles shrugged:
"Then we all know you..."
"The Prince of Two Minutes?"
Thyls was taken aback again.
What...
What kind of prince?
Malles smiled, and did not answer.
A few seconds later, Thales took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
"If you want to offend me, Tormund Mallos," the Duke of Xinghu said with a touch of sullenness:
"You did it."
But.
"I'm honored, Your Highness," Mallos didn't care at all: "It means I have done my duty."
"Then have you decided to take a break?"
"I believe that everyone, including your majesty, will understand."
He glanced ironically at the royal guards around him:
"After all, you have experienced the martial arts class with splendor, hardships, surviving adversity, turning defeat into victory, which lasted two minutes..."
"World-class epic duel."
At that moment, Thales, who was staring at Mallos with a bad look, twitched slightly~IndoMTL.com~Two minutes...
What two minutes... what duel?
Tyles' expression is stiff.
Marius smiled as usual.
At that moment, the training ground was silent.
The royal guards were silent and silent.
Everyone reminded them to look at Thales and Mallos with trepidation.
The atmosphere didn't dare to take a mouthful.
In a few seconds.
"Come on."
Tyles pressed down and closed his eyes.
Malios raised his eyebrows.
Thyls opened his eyes suddenly, in a bad tone:
"What a daze, come on!"
He gritted his teeth and urged.
It's not...
Don't you just get beaten!
I am used to it!
Thyls roared with tears in his heart.
Malles smiled happily again.
He didn't turn around, but called out a name.
"Ji'an."
"Yes, it's you, Gian Commuto."
The royal guards dispersed one after another, letting a man who looked lean and stocky in the crowd.
The man was stunned and blinked inexplicably, obviously unprepared.
The surrounding colleagues looked at him sympathetically.
It's like Kong Muto just won the lottery to clean the toilet.
"Listen, Ji An, you might as well be bolder and more intense."
The words of the watchman continue.
Thyls was startled.
Bold and fierce?
What does this mean again?
The assigned Kong Muto was also ignorant.
Marius looked at Thales again, serious.
"It's different from Piloga's temptation."
"This time, we are going to measure the interesting thing in His Highness..."
Suddenly a few chills flashed in his eyes:
"The Power of Ending."
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