Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 71: Heart of the Guard


Defective products.

Oh, defective product.

The watchman tightens his lips.

He raised his head and looked around in the barren world, seeing inch and inch withered and mutilated everywhere.

Vogel, why do you believe that there are really ‘good products’ in this world?

"Trust me, Lord Mallos, I hate to describe the guards like that."

Vogel gave a cold snort and leaned back in his chair:

"But obviously, you didn't leave me much room."

In an embarrassing silence, Mallos stared at the other person and said nothing for a long time.

Weah on one side had long considered himself a dead person, almost integrated with the circle on the wall.

Until Mallos sighed.

"What do you want, Vogel?"

The watchman rarely calls the other person by his first name instead of his last name, and said lightly:

"If you really want to trouble me."

"It will be much more effective to report directly to your majesty and even the captain, and even the chief penalty officer Facundo."

Vogel looked back at him, his anger slowly subdued.

A few seconds later, he changed back to the rigorous deputy captain.

"Weah's Banner Officer."

Vogel spoke softly.

On the other side, Weah shook subconsciously, trying to pretend that he was not here.

"Why don't you let the poor polyphonic circle go for a walk outside?"

Weah lifted his face from the circle he had "fixed" for almost five minutes, his face as earthy.

"Walk..."

He is happy when he realizes something:

"Of course! I happened to be a little tired after sitting for a long time, Chief Taren, you are so considerate..."

"Weah," this time it is Mallos, he is calm and gentle, concise and clear:

"Go out."

"Now."

Weah, who still wanted to say something, fell silent immediately.

In a few seconds, he first got up tiptoe, left the sight of the two of them, and then slipped out of the duty room like an escape.

Leave the room, the two facing each other.

And the polyphonic circle with strange light.

"Others may not see it, Tormund," Vogel said softly, calling him by name:

"But the flag wing is the eyes and ears of the guard, specializing in internal review."

"So after last night, I found out that the so-called Star Lake Guards under your team are either poorly known or lacking in character, or dumb, troublesome, or secretly shit..."

He knocked on the guard file on the table:

"When you become the captain of the prince’s guard, everyone is envious of near the water tower, but these marginal and even controversial members of the royal guard are selected to be your right arm?"

"Is it easier to control, or less threatening and less likely to cause trouble?"

Vogel's eyes sharpened:

"Maybe I should ask you: What do you want to do?"

The captain of the prince's guard.

Is everyone envious of the tower near the water?

Malos has no expression on his face.

You envy, Vogel.

Not me.

Malos was silent for a moment and replied:

"You are doubting me."

The duty room was quiet for a while.

Vogel sneered and folded his arms:

"You know, when I saw Duke Xinghu's act last night..."

He picked up the last file on the table:

"Do I remember anything?"

Vogel is slightly surprised:

"He."

"He is not willing to give up his death to protect the king."

Malles moved slightly.

Vogel's eyes focused:

"Will you die."

The next moment, the deputy captain pushed the file in front of him.

"Pawn."

Malles lowered his head. On the file, his sketched portrait was looking towards him.

Indifferently.

Calm.

Nothing.

Slap!

Vogel slapped it **** the table, just covering Mallos's last name column.

"I don't know why the watchman has so much autonomy. But after taking over the flag wing, my job is to keep an eye on everyone in the guard."

"So that the tragedy will not repeat itself."

The two eyes met, and their breathing became stagnant.

Malles was silent.

In his barren world, Vogel's shadow is huge.

"So, yes, I am suspicious of you, watchman."

The banner officer leaned forward, his shrewd eyes fell on Mallos:

"As you said, many of the files in your guard room are top-secret eternal files-including Scarlet Years."

"Therefore, I doubt you. When you became the captain of his guard and chose the Star Lake Guard for him, you had other opinions."

"Some propositions that are far beyond the duties of the Royal Guard, and are not even known to your Majesty and Captain."

Malos looked at the glowing polyphonic circle.

Without waiting for a response, Vogel hummed softly with a warning:

"Tell me, you must have a good reason to do this?"

Vogel's eyes fell cold.

"Tell me, what's wrong with the prince?"

"Are there any secrets that only the watchmen of the past generations know?"

"So that it makes you jealous, cautious, peculiar and even absurd in what you do next to him?"

Malles looked still, but sighed in his heart.

"Tell me, Tormund, otherwise this eternal document will be presented to your majesty and the captain."

Vogel said coldly:

"Tell me, the twenty-four people under your hand include yourself, not your own opinion, not your grievances, but specially selected for that special prince..."

The next second, a chilling vigilance rose in Vogel's tone:

"Consumables."

At that moment, Mallos saw in the deserted world, Vogel's shadow and flames turned into infinity at the same time, covering everything.

The room is very quiet, only the polyphonic array is operating tenaciously, ignoring the depressive atmosphere at the moment.

In a few seconds.

"Vogel."

The watchman slowly raised his head, calling him by name as he did many years ago:

"What do you care about?"

Vogel was taken aback.

I saw Mallos staring at him blankly:

"I was nominated a year ago and took away the guardian position that you should have won?"

Vogel's expression changed.

"Six years ago, the flag-wing senior who escaped the **** team because of your mistake, Colin Semir?"

"The day before you ended your traineeship and officially joined the Royal Guard, saw the "Blood Aria" in the Hall of Stars and took the head of the king?"

"Is it because the royal capital was robbed in turmoil in the Scarlet Years, and eventually your parents were killed by the mob?"

Each time Mallos asked a question, Vogel's face turned pale.

"It was still a meeting of the country six years ago, because the second prince turned out to be born," the watchman said slowly:

"Among the thirteen noble families, the Talun family, who are distant relatives of Canxing, failed to successfully become the heirs of the royal family without the king without heirs?"

"Vogel Tarren?"

The next moment, Mallos stood in his own barren world, and he saw without accident:

The huge shadow belonging to Vogel trembled, and the boundless flame was erratic.

Desired, uneasy, uneasy.

And fear.

"When everything is lost, people always want to grasp something—whether it is a life-saving straw or a demon condition."

"Don't let fear dominate your life, old friend," Mallos shook his head:

"Not worth it."

Vogel is breathing faster and faster, and his anger is getting hotter.

"If this is your answer, the watchman..."

Malles interrupted him:

"D.D."

"He has a very special ability."

Vogel narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, most people, including you, may think he is innocent and dull, with a thick-skinned face, that he is tired, lazy, inexplicable, and even foolish, quite unreliable..."

Mallos’ pupils focus:

"But a little bit."

"It doesn't matter whether you despise it, contempt, or helpless, it doesn't matter if you sigh."

"Most people get along with Danny Doyle. After they really come into contact with his temperament, it's hard to get angry."

"It's hard to really...hate him."

"Not to mention loathing and disgusting."

Vogel changes color slightly.

"As long as he wants, he can get closer to anyone in a minute, without any hindrance, without burden, even if the opponent is an inhumane madman or a murderous monster."

Malles looked at his reflection in the teacup.

"Let most people in this world not hate you-do you know how difficult it is, Lord Tarren?"

He said quietly:

"Exercising to the extreme is much easier than this."

"That's why, in terms of ability and quality, Danny Doyle may not be the strongest, but he can get along with the guards, which is quite popular. I would rather let him come forward if something happens."

Vogel looked at Mallos, the anger still in his eyes.

"And Glover Pioneer Officer."

Marius stared at Vogel, calmly:

"Although he is taciturn and not very sociable, he does things well and has a delicate mind."

"He participated in the desert war and is the person who has the most thorough understanding of actual combat among the young generation of Vanguard Wings. Even if Marico is second, he may not be sure to win him if he fights hard."

Vogel frowned.

"As for his stain, if you are not limited to cold records and figures, tear away the prejudices and misunderstandings of others, Lord Tarren."

"Then it may be discovered that Karen Glover fought with his peers because the other party has been humiliating his family and background for a long time, ostracizing and isolating him, and framing him for five years."

"As the royal knight of the kingdom, Karen Glover couldn't bear it and was forced to respond."

Vogel frowned and repeated:

"Forced?"

Malos nodded:

"If I were you, maybe I would pay close attention to the internal discipline of the guard."

"Think about why six people besieged one person in Vanguard Wing."

"And why the Pioneer Wing, which is known for its toughness in actual combat, has suffered three injuries and one disability with six against one."

Vogel didn't speak, he frowned and looked at the file on the table.

"As for others."

"Patterson has a weird temper and Stuart is about to retire, so they will not be bought easily-especially when the prince returns and everyone wants to rush to take a bite."

"To be honest, Commuto is indeed imperfect, but we need talents who understand the city's security service and official affairs."

"I don’t know about the affair between Zoneved and his stepmother, and Kusta is indeed the son of thorns, but given the experience of His Royal Highness the past six years, Mallos did not hesitate:

"It is necessary for us to ensure the geographical diversity of guard members."

"Nehy is a headache. But when we were young, who was not superstitious and self-centered? He may be exaggerated, but he just needs to be tempered, such as a partner who can resist..."

"And did I mention that in the Desert Wars, Bastia was beaten by the two hammers of the orcs and did not fall?"

"As for Officer Morgan Vanguard, his old case 20 years ago has been completed, and there is no evidence to prove the accusation of killing Shangguan..."

Vogel hummed coldly:

"But that's worse, isn't it?"

Malles smiled.

"I know the people under me." The watchman said lightly:

"They are not what you think."

Marius looked at his old friend seriously:

"They are not consumables, nor pawns."

"They are human."

The duty room is silent again.

Vogel's gaze wandered between the archives and Mallos.

"People."

"People?"

Vogel was silent for a long time, patted the files on the table, and snorted coldly:

"You know, that's not how you look at flag wing."

"Don't trust people-this is the first lesson in flag wing."

Malles shook his head:

"A long time ago, about sixty years ago, there was a watchman in the royal guard called Cyril Falkenhauser."

"He said: The command wing is the brain, the flag wing is the eyes and ears, the vanguard is the arm to protect the foot, the logistics is the flesh and blood, and the punishment supports the spine."

"But, the watchman of the legacy..."

"This is the heart of the guard."

Vogel was taken aback.

"The brain will be deceived, the eyes and ears will be deceived, the hands and feet may be broken, the flesh and blood may be broken, the emperor's guard has also been destroyed and lost."

Malles picked up his file on the table and stood up:

"But my heart will not."

He pressed his chest and said solemnly:

"Only inheritance continues."

"Witness to eternity."

Vogel stared at him blankly.

Malles closed his sketch page and piled it on top of the other files.

"I guess, the flag palm record ends here?"

"If you want, please submit the eternal life file to your majesty, I don't care."

The watchman nodded and turned to leave.

Vogel took a few deep breaths and looked at the other person's back, but was no longer aggressive.

On the contrary, his face is calm and his eyes are like water.

But in the world of Mallos, he saw that the flame in Vogel's chest was shattered and turned to ashes.

Until the deputy captain speaks again.

"Really, heart?"

Malles stalled.

"Tell me, old friend..."

Vogel's hoarse voice rustled like a snake's letter.

"Back then, when you secretly informed you and sold your father to Fuxing Palace..."

"When you harass the family~IndoMTL.com~, so that the Everstar City has unprecedented riots, the assassins are looking for opportunities, and the blood is spreading all night..."

The steady cup in the watchman's hand trembled.

Vogel's eyes were like a knife, piercing his back.

"Tormund Mallorz, in exchange for the trust of the king, and you who are now in your position..."

"Outside of visible files..."

"Is there really a'heart'?"

At that moment, Mallos only felt the power of ending in his body collapse.

He saw that the barren world he was in instantly took on color, with long grasses and warblers flying, vibrant, red and green, and colorful.

Coquettish, weird, psychedelic.

It's fascinating.

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