Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 57: Punishment

"As mentioned last time, Elvish language has surpassed the language category that we can understand. Most of its effective meaning is contained in the interlocutor’s tacit understanding and resonance. This depends on the elves’ innate The supernormal senses that come are close to ethnic instincts. Even if there are only words, they can reproduce the context through pronunciation or even brush strokes, read aloud or touch, complete reference, and realize sympathy. This is what humans can only talk dryly. Unimaginable..."

In the study of Mindith Hall, the Bachelor of Bona, as always, shook his head and explained his grammar class slowly.

Thyls sat behind his desk, quietly copying the ancient elves and the five to fifteen phonetic symbols of each letter, elegant and meticulous.

As if nothing happened last night.

"So in written language, Elvish texts are often concise and capable to an outrageous level: the grammatical structure of Ancient Siya Elves often saves tenses and even pronouns, while the word order of Gurion Elves is often incomprehensible. Pretend—There’s a little joke. An elven romantic novel about love triangle is translated into human common words, but the readers are divided into three factions after reading the ending. They are too noisy, because the three factions think they like it The pair of characters finally got together until the original author couldn’t help but jump out and said, he wrote about Rokkaku..."

Bachelor Bonner's voice hummed, but Thales remained focused.

The Star Lake Guard, who is close by at the door, is still (Mallos’s preference) a vanguard officer and a guard officer’s partner configuration, but it’s not the previous Glover and Doyle, but Thales was not familiar with the young man Nexi and the brawny Bastiya-they both performed last night. The former used an iron fist to subdue his father’s eagerness to save his father, and the latter let Thales teach him. Muscle stiffness.

So, Glover and Doyle, they also changed shifts.

Thyls said silently.

"In view of this, the origins of the empire and the Ludor people in the ignorant era had to add a lot of additional grammatical standards, such as tense, voice, and subject-verb object order when they created letters following the imitation of antique elves. Wait, to clarify those things that the ancient elves can perceive without the trouble of describing, and then go to the other extreme, and then the ancient imperial essays are complicated and detailed, and the rhetoric is changeable. In this way, when we are reading and even translating Be extra careful when writing elves..."

There is no sun today, and the cold wind is howling, bitterly cold.

The Mindith Hall also looked lonely and silent.

In previous years, Wing Star City has already cooled down into winter, but this year's autumn seems to be extremely long, looking gloomy, dull, and cold.

The Duke of Xinghu moved his wrist silently, watching the letters faint on the paper.

After one night, his back was stiff, his forehead hurt, and his legs were cold.

All this reminds him that the corner of the bedroom is not easy to sleep.

"It is therefore not difficult to understand why different ethnic groups have different languages, and how different languages ​​can shape different ethnic groups—language is a tool, a result, but also a master, a cause, and it is anti-object-oriented. The best example that profoundly affects users in the changes..."

Listening to the whispers of Bachelor Bona, Thales focused his gaze on the letters in front of him. The nib moved mechanically, with rigorous and meticulous strokes.

Besides, nothing else.

Those "others" he hates to face.

"...far away."

The voice of Bachelor Boehner became a little vague, with a strange pitch, high and low.

The young prince did not respond. He changed a piece of paper blankly and turned to the next page to be copied.

Next page.

Go to the next page.

But the volume of Bachelor Bona has risen sharply:

"Far-on!"

The tip of Thales' pen shook, and a drop of ink fainted on the paper.

He recovered and looked up in surprise.

"Huh? Sorry?"

In front of his eyes, the well-behaved Bachelor Bona was putting his hands together and watching him with interest.

Bachelor Bona smiled and explained patiently:

"It was just an ancient Siya Elf text. If all the information contained in the pronunciation is annotated, it can probably be translated into—"

The bachelor returned to his seat, with a playful tone:

"Your heart is not here, not in class, not even in the letters you wrote, Your Highness."

Thyls was startled for a second.

Although he quickly thought of a few excuses, he finally sighed and apologized sincerely:

"I, I'm sorry, Bachelor Bona."

"Oh no, I should be sorry," Bachelor Bona held up his teacup, not stunned:

"My explanation is obviously not interesting enough to make you concentrate and forget your worries."

Thyls shook his head:

"This is not your fault, you are a very good teacher, but I..."

But Bona interrupted him:

"I heard about last night."

Tels paused.

"Respect and understanding is a good thing. Your Highness will not ignore the value and connotation of everyone-even the enemy-as a ‘person’. This is even more commendable."

"Really." The prince smiled reluctantly when he heard the words, suppressing his chaotic mood.

Bachelor Bona closed his textbook, quietly said:

"But in many cases don't forget: you are a person yourself."

Hearing this, Thales was stunned for a moment.

The respected old bachelor smiled:

"So I think we might as well dismiss get out of class early."

Thyls put down his pen.

He just discovered that the page of elves he copied was all errors and omissions.

The boy sighed:

"Thank you for your understanding, Bachelor Bona, I can't thank you enough."

Bona's Bachelor smiled slightly.

"The reason why we need to refine grammar and study language, not just stop at daily dialogue and letter writing, Your Highness."

He stood up, not without deep meaning and authenticity:

"Because we, as human beings, value each other's values ​​and feelings, because we want to better communicate and understand each other, dig out and express what is deep in our hearts."

"Rather than superficial behaviors and reactions, falling into blind consciousness and misunderstanding, confined to malicious speculation and suspicion, trapped in indifferent nature and rules."

"The reason why we are different from animals and beasts, Your Highness, is not because'we' will make fire..."

The old-fashioned Bachelor Bona carefully put away his teaching materials:

"It's because some of us will make a fire, and some will not."

The words were quite meaningful, and Thales was silent.

He can only stand up and respectfully salute.

After Bachelor Bona left, Thales looked at the gloomy weather outside the window, and summoned Nexi and Bastiya who were attending.

"Is there any news from the Fuxing Palace?"

"No, my lord."

As a vanguard trainee, it was obviously the first time that Nehy received the task of attending the prince close by. This young man who was a few years older than Thales looked excited, looking at the prince’s eyes eagerly, full of expectation .

"Actually, I think the palace is very busy for...last night."

Last night.

Thyls sighed, feeling gloomy.

The older Bastiya glanced at Neshi, but the young man didn’t realize it, and was still excited:

"Do you want to send someone to the Fuxing Palace to ask? I can—"

"No, no need."

Thyls stood up.

"I want to change clothes. Next is the martial arts class. Before Mallos comes," the Duke stood up and unbuttoned his cuff. After last night, he had an urgent desire to wield his weapon. :

"I want to go to the training ground to warm up first."

Nexi is flying with joy:

"Of course, I will tell the servants--"

"But, Your Highness," the older Bastia spoke hesitantly, his voice rough, like a bellows in a smithy:

"About the training ground..."

He hesitated to speak but stopped.

"What's the matter?" Thales looked at the guard who was as strong as a hill, and recalled the strength of the opponent when he surrounded him last night, wondering if every royal guard has such a size. .

"dd just came back."

Tyles paused with unbuttoned hands.

Bastiya observed Thales’ expression, very quickly and authentically:

"I mean, Doyle, he and the Glover Pioneer are now on the training ground...with Chief Mallorse."

Thyls looked back suspiciously:

"So what?"

The two looked at each other, and neither answered him.

He no longer has to wonder soon.

When Thales came to the training ground, most of the people from the Star Lake Guard were here, divided into teams according to seniority and responsibilities, forming a semicircle-just like the last time Thales was "tested".

Nexi wanted to remind everyone to salute, but Bastia quickly stopped him.

Thyls can feel it, the atmosphere is not right.

Under the gloomy sky, everyone stood silently, no one whispered to each other, and no one even dared to make unnecessary movements.

Thyls looked over the crowd and saw Mallos standing in the forefront:

He has his hands on his back, his expression is still calm, his eyes are calm, but his whole person exudes a disturbing breath.

Punish officer Patterson, logistics officer Shi Tuo, and banner officer Fubby, these special senior guards stood behind the watchman with serious expressions.

And right in front of Mallos, which is also the center of the training ground, the two men knelt on one knee and bowed their heads.

Under everyone's gaze.

That's Doyle and Glover.

Thyls was slightly startled.

The prince subconsciously stood on the side of the training ground and did not continue forward.

Intuition tells him that he shouldn't get close anymore.

Someone still noticed the Duke’s coming, but obviously, the atmosphere before them dared not to salute loudly. Many people just bowed slightly and pressed their chests.

Malós also quickly saw Thales, he just glanced at it, and returned to the business in front of him indifferently:

"Patterson, work."

In front of the crowd, Penal Officer Patterson stepped forward coldly, past Mallos, and came to the kneeling two people.

"First Class Guard Officer, Danny Doyle."

dd, kneeling on the ground, trembled slightly.

The voice of the penalty officer was calm, but cold, with an unquestionable attitude like a trial.

"As the best and most highly anticipated security officer in the Mindis Hall, your boldness last night endangered the safety of your Highness, hindered the work of your colleagues, harmed the responsibility of the guard, and violated your mission."

Thyls, who was watching, closed his eyes, he knew what he was going to do.

But last night...

Thyls thought of Baron Doyle, who was full of fear, of the hysterical Baroness, of dd, who was outraged with a sword.

I think of Anke Bailar who is smiling desperately.

And countless pairs of onlookers.

He felt a bit of discomfort.

"Ru Jian is fortifying, and light is the front."

Patterson said something antique, lowered his eyes, and looked at dd who was kneeling on the ground coldly:

"Do you have anything to appeal?"

dd looked haggard, his eyes flushed, and he obviously didn't sleep all night.

At this moment, he has a messy attire and a awkward hairstyle, which is far from the usual image of the sluggish, but very good-looking rich man.

"No, Patterson Penalty Officer," Doyle took a few deep breaths. He raised his head, bitterly sad, and only when he saw Thales did the light flash in his eyes:

"My recklessness has affected Your Highness and everyone. I am willing to take responsibility for my mistakes."

He put down his hands on his knees, landed on both knees, and bowed his head deeply:

"My sword is fortifying, and its front is waiting for light."

The bystanders in the guard did not speak, everyone watched them silently, and the atmosphere was deadly.

Patterson glanced at Mallos, who said nothing.

"Very well, then," the penalty officer nodded and spoke indifferently:

"Nine Whips."

The sentence was issued, and a small wave finally appeared in the guard, but it was quickly suppressed.

Behind Patterson, the Penalty Wing's Capone and Pezzarosi-the former is always teased by dd as "Patterson's little jacket", the latter is a member of the temporary sniper team last night-go Go forward, expressionless.

Doyle, who was kneeling on the ground, had been prepared for a long time. Under all eyes, he silently took off the weapon and handed it to the opponent, and then took off the equipment and clothes on his body one by one: coat, jacket, wristband , Arm guards, leather armor, armed belt, collar, lining...

Until his muscular, well-proportioned upper body was revealed, shaking slightly in the cold autumn wind.

The penalty officer did not stop and turned directly to the other person.

"Karen Glover, first-class pioneer officer."

Glover, nicknamed Zombie, didn't answer, he was steady.

It's not his name that seems to be evoked.

"As the most experienced and skilled pioneer in Mindith Hall, you never paid attention to the emotional state of your partner, but after realizing it, you were sympathetic, ignoring responsibility and even violating orders, indulging his boldness. "

dd on one side clenched his lower lip, but didn't dare to say anything.

Compared with just now, Patterson's rebuke to Glover is more severe in tone:

"Ru Jian is fortifying, and light is the front."

"Any objection?"

Glover raised his head slowly, as if a statue covered in dust for a thousand years touched the air and fell dust.

"No."

The zombies are hoarse and authentic, their voices are calm, without ups and downs:

"My sword is fortifying, and its front is waiting for light."

Patterson looked at him for a long time before he spoke:

"Seven whips."

Without any reminder, Glover's movements are sharp and swift. He knelt on his knees, consciously took off his arms, took off his armor, revealing a strong but dark and rough muscle, and his whole body was full of pits Scars, in contrast to dd.

The two were naked, kneeling on the training ground, facing the gazes of their peers.

Marius remained silent, but just waited and watched.

Thyls is getting more and more complicated.

The Penalty Wing's Capone silently opened the equipment bag, took out two small spindle-sized clubs, and handed them to Doyle and Glover to bite them in their mouths.

"You all have experience," Capone loosened the stick that had been bitten by Glover, and whispered between the two of them:

"I have only one piece of advice: bite tight, don't fall."

On the other side, Pezzarosi methodically took out two fist-sized pieces of brown leather tied like a bow, and then slowly untied them until they became two leather whips.

The two lashes were long and sturdy, and Pezzarosi tried to whip them twice in the air, making a whistling sound.

Many members of the guard frowned.

dd took a deep breath, and Glover became more serious.

"Hold it, boys," the Patterson penalty officer said coldly:

"Believe me, I have seen the barbed whip used by people from the North, which is thicker than the twine at the hanging city gate, which is worse."

Doyle showed a face of acceptance. He turned his head, looked at Thales, and nodded deeply at the prince.

Thyls sighed and nodded silently to him.

At this scene, Mallos frowned.

The next second, Patterson waved his hand.

Capone and Pezzarosi came behind them and shook off their whips skillfully.

But at that moment, the penalty officer's shoulder was pressed.

It's Mallos.

"Grey, you are in charge of Glover," the watchman looked at the surprised Patterson, walked forward, and motioned for Capone to hand him the whip:

"As for Guard Doyle, I will come."

There was a lot of discussion in the guard.

Doyle and Glover were also very surprised.

Patterson frowned:

"Shall we come in person? Actually don't have to..."

But Mallos quickly interrupted him:

"Since there are noble people as the audience, you have to be more serious, right?"

The watchman rolled his eyes and glanced at Thales.

The discussion of the Guard was quickly suppressed.

The prince got a chill in his heart, and cast an unhappy look at Mallos:

"But I—"

"Although this is the internal affairs of the guard, my lord," Mallos gave Thales no chance to speak. He saluted the prince and smiled calmly:

"But you are still welcome to watch and be a witness."

"Or, would you like to give us a whip count?"

Thyls couldn't believe it, he was choked with speechlessness.

Patterson sighed, he walked behind Glover, pushed away the shocked Pezzarosi, and took the whip from him.

Malos came behind dd, he shook the whip in his hand and smiled at Thales without waiting for the latter to respond:

"Well, since your Highness is not happy, then Toledo, you come to report."

Toledo in the crowd-Mallos's messenger-was taken aback.

He looked at his boss and then at the prince, feeling a little at a loss.

Until Mallos looked unhappy:

"Now!"

Toledo dared not hesitate any more, he stepped forward and raised his head up:

"One!"

The voice fell.

Under Thales' furious eyes, Mallos and Patterson waved their arms at the same time.

Huhu...

Their movements are proficient and smooth, the arcs of the two whips are almost synchronized, and the sound of breaking the wind is almost in sequence!

Tyles' breathing is slightly stagnant.

In the next second, the leather and skin were in high-speed contact, both shook, making a sound of tearing the air——

Slap!

Crisp, harsh, cold and heart-palpiting.

In the field, dd shook fiercely!

He subconsciously folded his hands and bowed forward, but quickly reacted, put down his hands and straightened his back.

On the other side, Glover was biting a short stick, his complexion remained the same, and his body was like steel, only trembling slightly at the moment the whip reached his body.

But both were short of breath.

Thyls quickly saw: The upper backs of the two victims, whether rough or smooth, showed a thin and terrible red line from upper right to lower left, from which bright red oozes and spreads to other skins.

"This strength," Thales heard Bastia sigh intentionally or unconsciously:

"I need to leave scars."

The people on the sidelines were breathing unevenly and their eyes were complicated.

Malos stretched out his left hand, stopped Toledo who was reporting the count, and slowly spoke:

"Guardian Danny Doyle, did you ever know what was your biggest mistake last night?"

dd was still immersed in the pain of the first whip. He didn't say a word, just clenched the club, his face twisted.

Malles was silent for a while, and he turned to Toledo.

Toledo didn't dare to delay any more, so he hurriedly reported the number:

"Two."

Malles and Patterson's whips once again swung arcs.

Slap!

Doyle and Glover trembled again.

Tyles turned his head subconsciously, as if he could feel the hot and unbearable pain by watching.

"Answer me."

Malos showed his usual calm smile:

"Guardian Doyle..."

"Do you know?"

dd panted, struggling.

But in the end, Doyle took a sharp breath!

He spit out the short stick decisively and reluctantly spoke:

"Because of my choice, reckless and selfish, it endangered Your Highness and everyone!"

Malles snorted and gestured to Toledo.

"Three."

The whip shadow reappears, both torn the air.

Slap!

This time, without the short stick in his mouth, dd groaned in pain and fell forward, taking a few seconds to straighten up and kneel again.

The way Glover on the other side looked at him, only biting the short stick tighter and tighter.

"The answer is wrong."

Marius said calmly.

"Tell me, dd, when individual and collective interests conflict," the watchman shook his whip:

"How would you choose?"

As soon as this statement came out, both Thales, Doyle and Glover, including the members of the guards present, were all startled.

"Or let me put it more bluntly, one day, your family's relatives conflict with your duties and missions," Mallos glanced at Toledo who had reported the number, and said nonchalantly:

"How do you choose?"

Toledo sighed:

"Four."

Double whip dance.

Slap!

Doyle let out a painful grunt from between his teeth, and Glover obviously couldn't stand it, and his figure began to shake.

They panted quickly, and blood began to ooze from their backs.

"If someone is holding your family’s life and threatening you against your Highness?"

Malós's voice rises loudly:

"Even, it is your dearest family who wants you to betray your Highness?"

Tyles felt tight.

He suddenly remembered the prison of bones, the old royal guard.

Doyle took a sigh of relief, and he straightened up again, but he was already sweating and embarrassed.

Just listen to him hiss in pain:

"I, I had a mission last night, Lord!"

Malles frowned.

This time, without waiting for Toledo to report the count, he used his arm to raise his whip to make a louder sound than before!

Slap!

dd screamed and fell to the ground, shaking.

The guards also trembled.

Patterson on the other side was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, and Glover bowed and twitched with a whip.

Toledo hurriedly followed and reported the numbers:

"Dirt-Five!"

Thyls couldn't bear to look any more, he turned his eyes away, only feeling heavy inside.

Malles let out a sigh, he looked at Doyle, who was trembling, and turned to look at the other person:

"You, Vanguard Officer Karen Glover."

"You will answer me."

"How do you choose?"

Similarly sweating, the dusty Glover took a few deep breaths and straightened his eyes resolutely.

The zombie spit out the short stick and said hoarsely:

"We have all sworn oaths, sir! In this life, we will dedicate our throne to eternal power."

Malles paced, pursing his lips:

"So?"

Under the double torment of pain and shame, Glover showed a hideous look:

"So we must make sacrifices, mission precedes family affection."

Tales listened to him, breathing faster.

Marius suddenly turned around, and the whip blew again!

Slap!

After the terrifying explosion, Glover cried out and fell on his knees!

Patterson, holding the whip, frowned. He looked at Glover, who was supposed to be his task, and at Mallius, whose eyes were gloomy. He didn't know why.

"Give him five whips."

Without waiting for Toledo to follow up and report the number, Mallos slapped the chin at Glover below him and said to Patterson:

"Also, this whip just didn't count."

The penalty officer looked surprised.

"Because of your previous whip strength, Gray," Mallos said lightly without waiting for the other person to speak:

"You know, I trust you very much."

Patterson's face shrank.

The penalty officer squeezed the handle of the whip, made no sound, and did not dare to show mercy anymore.

On the other side, dd, who was slowing down, looked at the trembling Glover, and said anxiously:

"Lord, sir! This is not about zombies, it was me last night..."

He gritted his teeth and didn't care about the tears on his face:

"I made the wrong choice! I didn't dare to make sacrifices!"

Malles frowned and his arms moved.

Slap!

Under the sound of the whip, Doyle also lay on the ground, his back dripping with blood, and his mouth gasped intermittently.

"This, also add five whips." Mallos said lightly, without explaining why.

Toledo did not hesitate to continue reporting.

Thyls, who couldn't stand it, wanted to speak, but when he thought that his presence had worsened the situation and increased their punishment, he had to force himself to calm down and hold back all the words.

Malles raised his head and looked at the guards.

"Sacrifice."

The watchman spoke softly, but made everyone stand upright.

"When this word is said, it always seems easy, right?"

"Holy, glorious, great, heart-pounding, I feel sublimated."

Malles started pacing, but did not immediately continue the caning.

"But many people have forgotten."

Malles looked at the gloomy sky, his eyes dim, as if looking up at an unreachable god.

"The essence of sacrifice..."

"It is a transaction."

Under all eyes~IndoMTL.com~The watchman slowly lowered his head.

Doyle and Glover gritted their teeth again and straightened their backs.

"In ancient times, when the belief in the gods was still popular, mortals offered sacrifices in front of the altar in exchange for the blessing of the gods. This is the source of sacrifice."

The voice fell, Toledo restarted to report the number, with the next whiplash

Slap!

The two tortured fell again, elbows on the ground.

Tyles' pupils shrank sharply.

"So it's the opposite of what it sounds like-sacrifice is selfish."

Malos has a deep tone:

"It is a profit-driven transaction."

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